Chapter 1095

"I'm Andrew Ryan. Let me ask you a question: shouldn't a person have the value he creates?

"No," said the guy from Washington. "It belongs to the poor."

"No," said the guy from the Vatican, "it belongs to God."

"No," said the guy from Moscow, "it belongs to the people."

"I refuse these answers. I choose a different answer. I choose the impossible. I choose rapture

"A city where artists are no longer afraid of censorship.

"A city where scientists are free from ethical constraints.

"A city where outstanding people are not bound by ants.

"You are valuable. Ecstasy city is your city."

December 31, 1958, DeWitt firm, ecstasy City, undersea of the Central Atlantic Ocean.

Buck DeWitt heard a knock at the door. "Who's outside?"

"Customer." One woman answered, and three women were laughing.

"It's closed!" He answered loudly.

The door was still opened. The charming voice of Yingyan also floated in. Booker DeWitt was silent. When the room was dark, the outdoor light came in. He could only see the dark silhouettes of the three women at the door, so they approached, and the three pairs of high-heeled boots made a scattered and itching click.

"What can I do for you?"

Like the owner of this office, the three women went to pull up the blinds and put the kerosene lamp on the table. Two tall women leaned against the small table by the window, and the shorter one came forward.

The light on the sea floor was as hazy as the sunrise in the morning. Facing the crisp white light, the short woman's cheek drew a meaningful shadow of her fascinating deep facial features. Booker noticed that her eyes were as blue as the sea. At the moment, the strong light outside was like two clear and complex water blue diamonds. The woman permed her fashionable curly hair, painted mature and beautiful eyebrows, put on red and gorgeous lipstick, the rich lip pods were filled with enamel like halo color, the fine fluff on her face was completely transparent, attached to her beautiful and childish face, and her face was like a green peach.

"Borrow a fire, sir." The woman's eyes flickered, her eyelashes trembled, and her voice was like a pure girl. She raised her hand and held the slender lady's cigarette between the bright red lips.

The other two women are laughing again. These three are all ladies with outstanding looks, all dressed up as fashionable girls. Booker simply looked at the two ladies by the window. One was tall and thin, and the other was stronger and fitter. The tall, thin man with black hair has a special mark on the back of his left hand. The stronger one has gray hair and a frightening scar on his face.

The despondent Booker DeWitt stood up slowly, went to the little woman, rubbed his fingers, and the fire lit up from his fingers.

The woman grabbed his wrist and slowly drew his fingertips closer. The orange light jumped on her face. The woman raised her eyes and glanced at him for a moment, lowered her eyelids and lit the smoke.

Her fingers were cold, slender and soft.

Booker's fingers burned the flame.

The blue smoke curled up.

Buck suddenly recovered. "Ladies, is it convenient to reveal your name?"

The little woman pointed to herself. "Elizabeth, just call me Elizabeth." Then turn around and look at the other two.

The tall woman glanced up and down at Booker, only shook her head contemptuously, while the white haired woman smiled and replied, "Shirley, Shirley of Sintra."

Booker didn't know what to mumble. He asked again, "what can I do for you?"

Elizabeth smiled. "We went to ecstasy city for leisure. By the way, I'll visit you. "

"Do we know each other?"

"Yes, of course. I know you very well. It's a pity you forgot all about it, didn't you? " Elizabeth only took a sip of the cigarette, frowned and threw it away. Booker saw the bright spark on the cigarette end flying into the shadow of the room, and then went out and disappeared.

"You know it's easy to start a fire, don't you?"

"I promise not. I always throw the garbage into the trash can." Women laugh again. They always stare at men and laugh inexplicably, with a high and mocking attitude.

"Well, I still don't understand your intention. As you can see, I'm just a little detective without relatives or reasons."

Elizabeth patted her hand. "Well, Emily, Shirley, you can deal with Atlas and Ryan and give me and my father some private space."

The tall and thin woman simply left a "good luck" and disappeared. The white haired woman named Shirley came up and patted Elizabeth on the shoulder and left the room in a blink.

Buck was stunned by what he saw and heard. "Oh! How did they... What are you talking about? "

Elizabeth narrowed her eyes, and her sweet cheeks were full of danger. "Booker DeWitt, do you remember the river that hurt your knee?"

"Please go out!" Booker frowned. He consciously got involved in great trouble. This neurotic customer is the most difficult to deal with“ Do you think I'm here to make a deal with you? Well, I'm tired. I've seen enough. I'm going to Paris after I've solved you. Let's make a long story short“ Booker DeWitt, the Indian butcher in the battle of wounded knee River, claimed to be Zachary Comstock after being baptized, the prophet of Colombia. He crossed time and space in order to find children, but when competing for the baby, he accidentally let the crack cut off her head. Oh, Comstock, you changed your name and came here, thinking you could escape sin, cross the crack, let your brain create a real lie... Let you think you're still buck DeWitt. How failed is the name Booker in your heart? In so many parallel worlds, you are the only special case. So Comstock thought he was successful and buck DeWitt thought he failed. That's interesting. " Buck DeWitt's nose was bleeding, his brain was in severe pain, and the buried past reappeared. "I'm sorry, Anna..." Elizabeth sighed, "mortal, mortal destiny, God, God's will. In fact, it's no different. "“ Don't go, you, who the hell are you? Why do you know this? " As soon as the woman waved, the crack opened, and Booker DeWitt was dragged by strong suction into the crack. He saw strong light, and then his body dissolved and dissipated in the intense stellar thermal radiation“ Garbage always has its place. " Elizabeth murmured to herself. She bowed her head for a moment and then shook her head. She didn't care about all this. Ecstasy city was defeated by three women, crazy social elites died, and innocent people were brought back to the surface one by one. Afterwards, they returned to Lu Zongping's bar, but they didn't see his figure. Elizabeth asked the people around him where he had gone. An insider said, "it seems that he has gone to a mountain." Another guest waved his hand, "it's not necessary to be so troublesome. You won't know at a glance." So the guests cast their eyes on the upper edge of the spring, penetrated through time and space, and saw a new story.