"So you are hopeless?"
"Ah... that's what the dear lady said."
"What about the Tree People? Is there any way for Annual Ring to save you?"
"If this type of specimen were so easy to save, there wouldn't be so many people dying from petrification every year."
Li Ang looked at the girl calmly.
"Don't feel sorry for me, Hitzfeld. Even though my lungs have been severely damaged, I don't have much time left to live..."
"Of course, if you still feel touched, or even moved enough to fall in love with me, then the most I can do is accept you kissing my face. I don't want to drag a cunning girl into an emotional whirlpool."
He started talking nonsense again. Hitzfeld turned around and opened the window. He grabbed a handful of snow from the windowsill and stuffed it into Leon's collar despite his screams. He watched him bounce back and forth on the bed with an expressionless face - just like a fresh shrimp.
"I think you'd better explain things to Baliu."
After calming down, Hitzfeld decided to persuade Li Ang, "She is the person involved, she has the right to know, and you are disrespectful to her by making such a unilateral decision."
Her persuasion skills are quite strong. After all, it's just chicken soup! She is a person who can detect newspaper wars. She has experienced the information bombardment in the digital age. She almost vomited after drinking chicken soup.
It seems to be having some effect.
Li Ang was unmoved at first, but his belief was shaken when the girl said, "She will know eventually. You don't want her to spend the rest of her life with regret and remorse, do you?"
"Then how should I tell him?" He asked the girl cautiously, "Would it be too abrupt to say it directly?"
"This is not my business, how should I know?" Hitzfeld was so angry that he wanted to hit him again. "It's nothing more than finding a suitable opportunity to make it clear. It's not like you don't have a foundation of love. Will she think you're being a hooligan?"
"I don't care about this matter anymore, you solve it yourself!"
Leaving Leon here alone, Hitzfeld went to the front angrily.
I just don't want any more tragedies to happen.
She kept emphasizing this to herself along the way.
Not many people have a good ending in this damned agent job. Even if Leon and Baliu's story is still a tragedy in the end, at least she doesn't want it to be melody with regret.
After arriving at the front carriage and greeting Sheriff Rand, and police officers Mike and Bieber, Hitzfeld sat down next to Barrieu, warming himself by the fire while explaining to her the contents of the Necronomicon he had read.
Baliu and the others listened very seriously. Some people who usually had no chance to learn about supernatural secrets were amazed and lamented how hateful those evil followers were.
If it were Hitzfeld last year, she would definitely ask these people to step aside.
But now she knew that the higher-ups had the technology to tamper with dream memories - at worst, she could just let them do it, she was too lazy to help and worry about it.
Baliu was memorizing the content while chewing bread, and then she gradually realized that Hitzfeld was looking at her with a strange look.
It felt weird, sometimes I would smile at her, and other times I would see a look of pity on her face.
What the hell?
Is there anything about me that I need your pity?
"Take care of your fiancé when you have time."
Taking the opportunity to stand up, Hitzfeld leaned over to her ear and whispered something.
"I see he's coughing even worse... You have to keep an eye on him and stop letting him smoke so much."
Baliu responded at first, but still felt a little confused.
She wanted to ask more questions, but Hitzfeld had already slipped away with Lily.
"Hitzfeld!"
She met Sheriff Rand who was coming back with food in the corridor. The sheriff stopped her and said, "There is not much sand left in the boiler room. We will have to go down after driving for half a day at most."
“This is going to be a longer journey than I thought,” Hitzfeld said.
If I remember correctly, it doesn't take that long to get from Kuroki City to Nanling City.
"We can't help it." The sheriff shook his head. "It rained on this stretch of road before, and there's a high risk of ice forming on the tracks! We almost skidded twice last night, so we don't dare drive at full speed."
Otherwise, if you encounter a snowfall or a landslide, you won’t be able to stop the car and you’ll be doomed if you dive into it.
"Tell the people behind us that we can rest for two and a half hours at most."
Before leaving, the sheriff repeated his warning to her: "We will reach the bridge at half past nine. I hope the ice is not too thick!"
Hitzfeld left with the news, and looked back to see Ashley following him.
Now it's good to have free labor. She said to Ashley, "You heard what the sheriff just said."
Ashley nodded.
"Well, you are now considered a half-mature adult. I will give this task to you. Is there any problem?"
Quickly shook his head.
So a minute later, Hitzfeld happily hugged Lily and sat on the bed, intending to occupy it for a while to keep himself warm while Ashley was away.
Just as I was thinking this, my hand suddenly touched the pillow.
Remembering what was hidden under the pillow, Hitzfeld reached in and fished it out and unfolded it.
It is an excerpt from the Necronomicon.
He flipped through it again, his eyes falling on the [l] seal at the bottom of the last paragraph, and Hitzfeld fell into deep thought.
My left eye doesn’t hurt now, but the reason I was able to recall the scene last time was because my left eye had feelings for you.
It's so strange, what does "l" mean...
After thinking for a while, she slowly pressed her finger on the seal.
one second...
Two seconds...
No movement.
"I shouldn't have such wild ideas..."
Throwing the manuscript aside in disappointment, Hitzfeld lay down on the bed and closed his eyes, thinking that he was too crazy.
What if it is launched backtracking?
She had already known everything she needed to know through retrospection, and it was useless to retrospect any more to find out what she wanted to know now.
There was a clacking noise coming from the side.
She turned her head and saw Lily licking the seal.
"You damned dog—"
She was stunned at first, then she sat up suddenly and held Lily down.
"You dare to lick anything...are you trying to kill yourself!?"
"Woof!!"
However, Lily did not understand what she meant. She probably thought that Hitzfeld wanted to play a game with her, so she rushed towards her and pushed her back, then pounced on her and licked her face.
"Dead dog!"
“Lily——!”
Hitzfeld struggled hard and finally kicked the big dog off the bed. He reached out and felt some red paint on his face.
hum-
Before she could react, a burning pain came from the top of her head.
It felt like a dagger appeared out of nowhere, pierced her head from above, and then came out from her left eye socket.
This feeling is...
Damn Lily... you really screwed me...
After giving the big dog a weak glare, Hitzfeld swayed his body, fell down and closed his eyes.
……
Consciousness is sinking.
……
It feels very familiar, so is this a flashback?
……
"...I've told you many times to cherish the materials!"
……
It sounded like a man roaring.
……
"I worked so hard to get those materials! Do you know how much trouble it is to erase their records?"
……
It doesn't sound impressive, I don't know who it is...
……
"Nothing to do with me."
……
This time I have an impression...
Is it... Doctor Mechanic?
……
"Everything in this world is an illusion to me anyway. Do you expect me to care about the people here? Impossible."
……
"…I only care about how to get back, that's all."
Chapter 67 Arrival
Hitzfeld didn't know whether to call this experience a flashback or a nightmare, she only knew that it lasted very shortly.
It was very short - because before she could hear more, a sharp pain came from the top of her head, waking her up abruptly.
"Wang Wang Wang!"
Lily jumped up and down on the bed, barking madly as she did so.
Hitzfeld stopped it from coming over to lick him, and sat up with his head covered. The first thing he noticed was that some newspapers, books and bread on the table had fallen to the ground.
what's the situation?
The tabletop is fixed, and these things can fall from it... Was it the car itself that made the noise? The car braked suddenly?
Attributing the severe pain in her head to hitting the railing post, she shook her head, put on her shoes, got out of bed, and planned to go to the front to see what was going on.
I almost bumped into Li Ang when I just went out. He seems to have returned to normal now. There is nothing unusual except that his face is a little pale.
"What happened?" Hitzfeld asked him.
"Not sure..." Li Ang frowned, "But the car body is relatively stable. It should be just braking. I hope it didn't hit anything..."
Arriving at carriage No. 1, they found Sheriff Rand and learned some bad news - the icing on the road ahead was much more serious than expected, and the current amount of sand on board was not even enough to reach the suspension bridge.
"Is there any news worse than this?" Li Ang seemed helpless.
He had planned to take two hours' sleep, but judging by the situation, they might be forced to abandon the car?
"It's not that serious!" Sheriff Rand raised his hand to signal everyone not to panic. "This is indeed bad news, but there is also good news."
"What good news?" asked Baliu.
"Look to your left." The sheriff pointed to the window next to him.
Hitzfeld moved closer to the left side, reached out to wipe away the mist on the glass, and saw only a vast expanse of silver between the sky and the earth.
The snow had not stopped yet, and it was even getting heavier. She couldn't even imagine how such a small group of people could cross such an environment to Nanling City without supplies.
However, as her eyes adjusted to the white color, she gradually saw that there was a slope going down on the left side of the railway line, and further down the slope was a pine forest. A few hundred meters away from the pine forest was a winding outline, which might be... a river.
