Chapter 44: The Sinking Sea (11)
"Why are you here?"
The young man's surprise was not fake. He had heard about Eleanor being imprisoned in the Judgment Tower. The seeds of confusion suddenly took root and sprouted into a lush forest. His mind was wavering, and he could only wonder why she was willing to take responsibility for him.
The doubts that reached the peak disappeared the moment he saw Dorota.
She stretched out her hand and waved it in front of Mu Jie's eyes, successfully calling back the wandering soul before pretending to be unhappy and said angrily: "Can't I come? If I wasn't worried about you, why would I take such a big risk! You are so cold!"
Mu Jie came back to his senses and looked at her, still a little hesitant, "You were not here before... I thought you went back to the imperial capital."
"No, because the part I was responsible for was very easy, the master assigned me another task." Dorota waved her hand nonchalantly, not realizing that he was carefully testing her, "and the plan went smoothly, so of course there was no need for me to intervene."
"But it's also amazing that you can complete the task in excess. I didn't expect you to get the file directly."
Mu Jie frowned involuntarily, The lake blue eyes were full of strange waves, "We didn't do that."
"Not you? Who did it?"
Dorota was surprised. She seemed to want to ask something more specific, but the timing was wrong. Just as she was about to open her mouth, someone walked up to Makisuke, bent over and called him "Sir".
Makis' brain crashed for a long time before he found his voice. He turned his head stiffly, as if accompanied by the "clicking" sound of an old machine, it would be scrapped in the next second. The shame of being called a respectful title in front of his friends made his face flush.
Makisuke was about to collapse, "Wait a minute...! Didn't I tell you not to call me that?"
"No." The person next to him replied in a serious tone: "People in other districts will think that you are not good at discipline."
Makisuke: "..."
Dorota: "Hey, can I laugh?"
If she wasn't afraid that Makisuke would really break on the spot, Dorota would never miss this good opportunity to make people laugh.
"I'm relieved that you are okay. I'll leave first. If you have any trouble, remember to come to District C to find me."
Dorota left after showing her presence. At least in the short term, Makisuke should not connect her two identities together. After all, this is a person who was locked up by the administrator himself, and there is no possibility of forgery.
When the black goat saw her, he was still a little confused, "Is this what the teacher looked like when he was young?"
Dorota: "..."
You didn't say it well.
As the only 27-year-old executive officer who is basically over 30, she is not old enough to use the phrase "when she was young"!
However, both "White Crane" and "Night Watcher" are identities she created after changing her appearance, and her original appearance looked like she had just entered college.
This is one of the side effects of the transformation experiment. The growth rate of bones gradually slowed down until it stopped prematurely. The impact of the experiment on her body has not been alleviated to this day.
Otherwise, she would not be so obsessed with the shell of a woman becoming a man.
"Oh, what you said is really hurtful to girls." The Blue Morpho Butterfly extended her hand with bad intentions. Dorota dodged backwards when she saw the bad situation, but still couldn't escape the fate of having her face rubbed. "So cute, how about coming to Area B with your sister?"
Dorota: "..."
Forget it, let her go and play.
Silver Wolf was eager to try, but he calmed down after getting a glare from Dorota.
This guy is hypocritical, isn't he?
"Why did you suddenly become like this? Aren't there any restrictions on supernatural powers in the tower?" The Blue Morpho Butterfly was indeed a little confused. Silver Wolf sneered when he heard it, but didn't say much.
"Ah... no way?" The blue morpho butterfly sensed something unusual in the silver wolf's attitude, her eyes flickered, and she naturally circled Dorota and asked softly, "How did you do it? Can you tell me?"
"Probably not."
The black goat answered this sentence for Dorota, and took the person out of her arms without blinking, "You'd better not think about it."
The blue morpho butterfly glanced at Dorota's lazy attitude, and did not continue to pursue this topic, but just smiled, "Okay, but I have another question to ask, this should not be too much?"
"You say."
"Did Fa know you before?"
She had been to the administrator's office too frequently recently, so naturally others were suspicious, but Fa still didn't care. He had no intention of avoiding suspicion and was not prepared to interfere.
It wasn't because he was used to doing things his own way. Fa was just pushing her to give up. Rumors would sooner or later reach Fa's ears.
And then he would find her.
Regret? Dorota felt that this word was really far away from her, but it seemed to be right in front of her, as if it was resonating with her heart. She only needed to take another step forward to touch it. What she saw was a pair of tolerant and gentle gray eyes.
The gray eyes gradually changed from bright to empty, until the flowing blood wet the face.
She had been trapped once.
Dorota raised her hand and placed it on Blue Morpho Butterfly's handcuffs, easily diverting the attention of the people around her. She smiled meaningfully, "I'll help you untie it?"
Blue Morpho Butterfly was curious about what she was going to do, and her face showed interest, but Dorota suddenly withdrew her hand, her blue eyes flowing with a dazzling light that made people lose their minds, vivid and cunning, "But unfortunately I can't do that."
"I can't help you remove the restrictions for the time being, but I can help you leave here."
Dorota's words were not empty promises. If she wanted to create a large-scale chaos, she needed some help. It would be great to have the cooperation of Blue Morpho Butterfly and others. "But whether you can get out depends on you seizing the opportunity."
"You just need to find a way to leave."
Fa was indeed clear about the purpose of her coming here, to kill 'Hui' and take away 'Sin'.
But I probably didn't expect that she would bring disaster to the entire Judgment Tower.
... It seems a bit unfair to him to think so.
Dorota apologized silently and quickly put aside the sporadic guilt. This little trouble is nothing to him, and it's not his turn to worry about it. Cecil will not sit idly by.
This guy is the most unpredictable.
What she had to do was not so smooth. First of all, the situation had to be chaotic enough so as not to attract attention. Moreover, she had to think about how to make Sin willing to go back. It was impossible to knock someone unconscious and then run away. Not turning against him was considered a mercy.
But he was right about one thing. She was hesitant. She was hesitant to think about whether the past was good or bad for Sin.
If it was the original him, no matter how painful it was, he would recognize that it was a part of him.
He would not give it up.
But she secretly hoped that he would never think of it.
After the accident at the research institute, as a "puppet" of the imperial capital, he killed too many innocent people whose names he did not know.
Who is he, and who did he kill?
After the dissatisfied voices of the senior management gradually weakened, the imperial capital decided to throw this useless discard to the inspection office. The incoming deputy administrator walked up to Cecil, who was still only the chief candidate, with his dim eyes covered with lingering dust.
He asked as if he was telling a vision that had emerged during the festival: "Can I ask you to kill me?"
Of course Cecil would not agree. He looked at him for a long time before replying nonchalantly: "Since you are so guilty, you might as well stay and atone for your sins. I will provide you with a new identity." "
Those old guys are really in bad taste. They just use you as a punching bag. Although the name of 'sin' doesn't sound very good, you should continue to use this name."
"Those cumbersome memories don't need to continue to exist, but this name will always remind you how to live."
The candidate framed it in a few words. He was just mocking his hypocrisy with a bad mentality at the time. It is indeed undeniable that it was he who kept the sin in the Judgment Tower, otherwise the late night watchman would not have seen him again.
But the night watchman still felt that this person was very bad. Whether it was his words or his attitude, he was extremely interesting and bad, which really made people angry.
Dorota recalled Cecil's casual repetition and couldn't help clenching her fist. She retracted her scattered thoughts and looked at the thoughtful Blue Morpho Butterfly. "I just provided an opportunity. To be precise, it should be you who helped me."
The Blue Morpho Butterfly responded quickly. She nodded with a smile, "That means you won't interfere, right?"
"But do you have a way to succeed?" The Blue Morpho Butterfly expressed doubts about this, but she was still willing to try. After all, no one wanted to stay here forever. "We tried it before, but in the end we still stood here and started discussing new methods again."
Although Dorota can use superpowers, the two raider managers of the tower are not easy to deal with.
Besides, this is the territory of the inspection institute, and the inspectors will come at any time. Once the chief takes action, there will be no hope.
"I don't want to be locked up again." Blue Morpho Butterfly looked at the neatly manicured round nails lazily, his eyes were indifferent, "I can help you with anything you want to do, provided that you are fully confident. I won't do anything that wastes my energy."
"Of course." Dorota looked back calmly, "I can guarantee it."
But whether she will be caught again is none of her business.
After all, it was she who caused the trouble.
"Are you sure you want to help her?"
Black Goat asked as soon as the other two left. He hesitated for a moment and decided not to interfere too much. He just whispered, "The criminals in the Judgment Tower are best at disguising themselves."
Dorota looked away, raised her lips and raised a faint arc, "Just using me, do you really think I'm so kind?"
Besides, the other party had the same mentality.
"Let's rule out the possibility that she doesn't like me, and I won't do her any good." Because of her ability, Dorota has always been very accurate in judging people. She retracted her gaze and continued to speak slowly as she walked forward, "Blue Morpho Butterfly is more rational. I feel more at ease cooperating with her. If everything goes well, nothing will go wrong."
She stepped onto the stairs, and her shifted body center of gravity was about to fall to the next step, but suddenly there was no sound behind her, followed by a low voice calling: "Teacher."
The person standing on the high ground heard the voice and looked back. She lowered her eyes and looked normal, gathering all her thoughts just to listen to the words behind her.
The black goat looked at her, and suddenly felt a bitterness in his throat. He remembered the countless days and nights in tracing the source.
And that night when it was not peaceful and blood flowed into a channel.
That was the last time he saw Bai He. Her tangled black hair and finger joints were all blood-red. The heavy breath pressed on her shoulders, making it impossible to stand up. She knelt on the ground, the pain in her eyes turned into permanent paleness, bending her unyielding and proud waist.
He saw the blood stop flowing and gradually dry up, like the vitality of the man in her arms fading. Jiuyue raised her eyelids and looked at the silent young man, and whispered "I'm sorry".
But no one wanted this apology.
He didn't remember how he finally walked in front of her. He was too dumb to say a word of comfort. He just stared at her blankly, holding her cold hand, and a panic he had never experienced before rose in his heart. It
was like a gust of wind in the palm of his hand, which could not be caught or pursued. Zhuoyue sensed his fear and uneasiness, but she really couldn't spare any more strength, and her weak voice was about to dissipate: "Don't be afraid."
She said: "I'm still here, I will always be with you."
She could only say this, even though everyone knew it was a lie.
In the end, all her favoritism and reluctance fell on Baihe. That light glance was heavier than any words. She was still clean, gentle, and beautiful, "Ahe."
"From now on, Suyuan will depend on you."
Don't forget me. She actually wanted to say it, but she didn't want to become the nightmare of the person she loved. Death would make people breathless and even despair. She didn't want her to become sad. "Don't forget yourself, take good care of Suyuan, and yourself." A
long time passed, and no one said another word.
The dull young man sensed something from the unusual silence. He stood up silently. The hatred in his heart grew violently at an unprecedented speed at this moment, tightly encircling his still young body, waiting for the opportunity to break out of the ground.
He hated the imperial capital that took the lives of his companions, hated the inspection office that watched coldly, and hated himself for being weak and tired.
"Teacher."
He suddenly realized that he had never seen the teacher's expression clearly. She hugged the tired black-haired woman without saying a word, and it was unknown how long it took before she let go of her hand. "Take Suoyue back to the source together and take good care of her. I'm going to the imperial capital."
He felt something was wrong. "It's very dangerous to go to the imperial capital now! And the organization still needs you..."
"I'll be back soon."
Bai He rarely showed her tough side. Her tone was cold, as if the only warmth left in her body was also taken away. "No more accidents will happen."
As she said, she was gone for less than half a day, and at the same time, the imperial capital suddenly recalled most of the people.
After that, she left again soon and never came back.
The figure above vaguely overlapped with the past, patient and gentle, and even the pain of separation was comforted as if by illusion. The more so, the more I couldn't help but wonder if she would leave again, and then really disappear without a trace.
Black Goat unconsciously clenched his hands, and before the red marks deeply embedded in his palms recovered, he relaxed his eyebrows again, as calm and gentle as ever, "If there is a new plan, I hope you can tell me."
Instead of giving blindly.
It should be a two-way relationship.
This is what you taught me, teacher.