Lily was really stupid, not just pretending to be stupid. She obviously realized that it was useless to fight against these bad guests who broke in. Now she had become familiar with the agents and they had just fed her a meal in the kitchen that morning.
The young agent's face fell and he reluctantly walked out.
Ethan took over his seat, but he did not sit in the same way. Instead, he picked up the stool and put it away, turned the chair 45 degrees, and sat on it with a leisurely look.
"Everyone else go out too." He lowered his head and flipped through the interrogation notes left by the young man. As he read, he casually said, "Agent Darent and I are enough here."
"Captain, this is not in compliance with regulations..."
"Get out - I will take full responsibility for any consequences."
Since he said so, there is nothing others can do.
They had heard that these people had a special relationship, so they could understand Ethan's attitude.
It should just be to create a seemingly private space. This door panel should not be very soundproof, so there is no need for them to fight with Ethan.
After everyone left, Ethan finally raised his eyebrows for the first time and glanced at the girl sitting on the bed.
Hitzfeld...she looks so different from the past.
Of course, her temperament is still as quiet, but she is less eager and more indifferent. It's as if she is only 19 years old but can see through time like a centenarian. She is no longer dancing with time, but cherishing and savoring every minute and every second.
Ethan had seen this kind of expression before, but it usually only appeared in old people. She made him a little uncomfortable, and he couldn't help coughing hard, trying to attract her attention in this way.
Hitzfeld turned his head and seemed not to intend to speak first.
"Aisun..." Darent spoke first, "You know... we have been running around a lot for your sake. I just finished recuperating when I was dragged here to deal with the trouble you caused. I didn't even have a good meal during this time..."
He didn't mention the case at the beginning. He just said, "What Ethan made is simply pig food," and "Ethan never thinks about the back-up plan for anything he does," almost criticizing his temporary partner completely.
"Maps, shut up!" Ethan's face quickly turned dark.
This room really isn't very soundproof, damn... there's someone outside listening!
Darent closed his mouth obediently, but kept winking at Hitzfeld.
"Where's Walnut?" Hitzfeld smiled at him.
Ethan had already read through the interrogation records and confirmed that this was the first time she had spoken since she woke up.
"She's fine," he said. "She's awake, nothing unusual... She kept telling us she had a peculiar nightmare, peculiar... maybe you know why it's peculiar."
To be honest, Ethan felt very awkward.
This was the first time he really stood in the position of an interrogator facing this girl. Before coming here, he thought he had made all the mental preparations, and he kept reminding himself that he was a professional - this was nothing strange, and there were precedents in the past.
But when he actually sat here and realized that he really had to face her in this identity, he still felt a little embarrassed, a little sad, and even a little ashamed.
All past experiences were useless at this time, and Walnut happened to be a life-saving straw. He hoped to use this opportunity to open up the topic.
"A special nightmare?"
Hitzfeld pursed his lips slightly.
"Then it seems that she slept well last night...her entanglement and resentment should be resolved."
"What do you mean by entanglement and resentment...?"
"This involves her personal privacy, so I can't tell you. But if you need anything, you can go and ask Kurumi. I believe she will be happy to help you now."
"Okay..." Ethan quickly wrote a line on the notebook, then simply closed it and put it in his pocket.
"Hitzfeld..."
He rubbed his hands together, leaned forward, and occasionally rolled his eyes to look at the girl.
"Well... Aisuen..."
"You know this is a serious matter."
"We have to understand the context, and it's also a way of doing yourself a favor."
"Am I going to jail?" Hitzfeld asked him.
"If you don't explain clearly, jail time won't even be a light punishment!"
Before Ethan could answer, Darent spoke first.
He seemed to be deliberately trying to intimidate the girl: "Do you understand? This is very serious! A trusted person of yours made such a fuss! If you don't explain clearly, who will dare to trust you in the future?"
"Maps! Are you crazy?"
"What's wrong with me? I'm just fed up with your long-winded interrogation... It's not like she doesn't understand! She knows better than anyone what we are doing and what we need to do, so why are you afraid?"
"Her condition can be explained as a tearing apart of her spirit and consciousness, which was not her intention - defending from this perspective can alleviate a lot!"
"But we don't even know why she tore it, or if she's still herself now!"
"..."
"I know it's hard for you to accept this, but that's how it works in this business. The person who was joking with you yesterday suddenly changes into someone else. You've seen this a lot, do you really need me to remind you?"
"..."
"..."
Darent rarely got so angry. He was breathing heavily, and Ethan was speechless.
“That certainly wasn’t me at the time.”
Hitzfeld suddenly spoke.
"The Hitzfeld who turned you away at that time was the same Hitzfeld that Agent Leon knew in the previous case."
"They are indeed two people."
Chapter 102: Esun Hitzfeld's Autobiography Part
"Two Hitzfelds mean two of me."
Everyone stopped talking, and even dared not breathe loudly. They just listened subconsciously as the girl told her secret.
"At first, even I didn't realize this split. I have always been very clear about my position, which is to be a good detective and do my best to help people solve their doubts."
"I've been confused and scared before, but most of the time I can do a good job. I can help with some cases and some things that may be related to evil. I'm proud of it and think this is the life of a real detective."
"At that time, I hadn't thought about how I should handle myself when those things happened to other people - that is, to the parties involved in all the past cases, the victims, when it changed its target and found me."
"This is undoubtedly extremely unprofessional. You are not prepared here, and you will definitely pay the price for it. And I... I thought I was a very professional and strong person before I really experienced it, but the facts prove that this is not the case."
She began to describe everything in a very calm, peaceful, even dead tone.
Pressure - that's something everyone who listens to her can feel.
She was confessing her faults to them.
But she is not degrading herself.
There was no regret or self-blame in her tone, it was calm without any sadness or joy, it was as if she was speaking from a third party's perspective and was simply talking about what she had seen.
That kind of indifference and the unique pauses between words fell into their ears, and every word and every tone added weight on the psychological level.
The agent listening outside the door began to breathe faster.
The young people began to feel short of breath. They unconsciously grabbed their chests - their hearts, and felt something pounding there. The frequency of the beatings was getting faster and faster as the words piled up.
"Pfft!"
Finally, someone couldn't hold on any longer and fell down with weak knees.
"Puff! Puff!"
More and more people were unable to do so and lay on the ground outside the corridor. Only those who were older and had the most experience were qualified to stand against the wall.
“…” They looked at each other and found that their faces were full of horror.
What level of power is this?
Just describing his own story can create an "unbearable weight". This kind of mystery and majesty... I'm afraid that the resurrected God will be no more than this!
They instantly understood the truth, that is, no matter how the higher-ups would handle this matter in the end, the name Aisuen Hitzfeld no longer belonged to just an ordinary detective.
“…I couldn’t let go and hid in my own fantasy world with all my privacy and secrets.”
"But the body cannot be driven without consciousness. In order to conceal my identity, I tore out a new self, a self that is exactly the same as me, and even has more memories."
"You mean..." Ethan stared, one hand on his chest, and asked with some difficulty and obscurity: "Since the day we visited you and were rejected by you, the person who controlled your body and lived under the identity of Aisuen Hitzfeld was not actually you as we once knew you?"
"No."
"The Mysterious Lord was the former Hitzfeld, and you were the new Hitzfeld at that time...but no one...including you, knew this at the time?"
"That's it."
After a brief moment of surprise, Darent strode forward and grabbed the girl's collar fiercely.
"Where did you take her?"
"explain!!!"
"This was an accident and it has now been corrected." Hitzfeld was not angry and let him hold his neck like this.
"Now there is no distinction. There is only one Hitzfeld in the world."
Darent was stunned.
He looked at the expressionless look in the girl's eyes, then looked at his hands that were pinching her neck and collar, and his expression gradually became awkward.
"Oh... I told you that you wouldn't fall so easily..."
"After all, you are... cough! You are my assistant, my most important partner! This just shows that I have excellent vision... very good... very perfect..."
"Maps, get over here!"
"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!"
"Ethan, it's fine if you're mean to me, but did you forget the ribs I cooked for you this morning?"
"Ouch! Ouch!!!!"
"Get out of here! You bitch!"
After the episode, Hitzfeld continued with that tone, recounting what happened next at a relatively slow pace.
It concealed Walnut's privacy, Lengdis's true identity, the contents of the correspondence between herself and the director of the Security Bureau, and the details and process of her understanding and self-salvation.
She has basically explained everything else.
It’s not that she didn’t trust Ethan and the others, but she felt it was necessary to maintain some privacy.
This is also for their own good, so that they won't have any wild thoughts.
"So the sea of time is now merged with reality?"
"Yes."
"There will never be any more time for the sea?"
"I don't know, but the past sea of time is definitely gone. I'm just not sure if it will create new mother trees if new ones can be born here."
"Where's the Nature Orb?"
"It's gone too. This artifact has been consumed."
This really involves a lot of things——
Ethan raised his eyebrows, only to feel a headache.
On the one hand, he thought this was a good thing. Without this thing, the nobles would not keep staring at her anymore.
But on the other hand, without the Nature Orb, wouldn't her body be okay?
After all, it is a sacred artifact that has extraordinary strategic significance to the entire country. Giving it to her was just for her to keep, not that she has the right to dispose of it. If it is gone... there will definitely be a lot of wrangling to do later.
“What impact will this fusion have on reality?”
After thinking for a while, he asked again.
"I guess it's a subtle influence," Hitzfeld said.
"It is like the tributaries of history merging into the main vein. Some buried truths, the crystallization of civilization, the spark of thought, will come back to the world in another form and another posture."
"Similar to the book 'Travels in the South China Sea'?" Ethan asked her, "Similar to what you and Portman saw on the top of the Twin Gods Peak, the 'false history' that person mentioned, will it be subtly integrated with the 'official history'?"
“Yes, but it shouldn’t be exactly the same.”
