Chapter 162

Mutter, mutter, mutter, mutter

Lorraine didn't know how to describe the sounds he heard, chewing, swallowing, removing bones, cutting meat with knives and forks, rubbing the porcelain plate, of course, sniffing and faintly swallowing

All these sounds were mixed together, and then the maid stepped on the carpet and rushed back and forth. Finally, bell ate meat, which is now a multi-channel stereo sound effect.

Indeed, this step can be achieved by human beings, which has perfectly explained why Homo sapiens could win the competition with dolphins and wolves millions of years ago and become the only ruling class on the earth.

The answer is the desire for survival, and greed strong enough to forget the desire for survival.

Lorraine reached for the wine bottle on the table and was ready to surprise himself with Bordeaux. This action was captured by Bell's remaining light. He suddenly raised his head, puffed his cheeks, tore at the steak, and stared at the wine grabbing hand.

The air was filled with an embarrassing smell called food protection.

Lorraine coughed gently twice, holding the wine bottle with big hands and claws, neither holding nor not holding.

"Classmate Drake..." bell tried to swallow his mouth full of meat, cut it with a knife and fork, and looked straight. "What do you want to do?"

"Pour you... Wine?"

"But my cup is still full."

"The last order has been served. I guess you may be ready to order more. Before that, you will need to drink some wine to rinse your mouth."

The knife and fork were immediately in place.

Bell's lips trembled, tears filled his eyes, turned his head and looked at Lorraine affectionately: "can I order some more?"

"This is my manor..."

"Two fillies, three ribs and two black puddings. Don't cut the whole one. Then, what kind of wine is this?"

"The hill of Margo is the home-made aging wine of the lestonak family..."

"Two more bottles!"

"I don't know what you've been through..." Lorraine let go of the bottle and waved to finlier in the corner of the restaurant. "Go ahead and ask the kitchen to bring things up as soon as Mr. judia needs."

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have dined and wined to satiety.

After drinking three bottles of top Bordeaux worth tens of pounds, he swallowed at least ten steaks and three thick black puddings. When he was dying and not dead, bell finally regained his mind and stopped eating in time.

They transferred to the study, holding tea and began to talk about the past.

"If you want your family to know what happened to you, tell me what you remember before you die."

"What do you mean to tell you everything you remember..." bell laboriously moved his body so that his hard as iron stomach tilted upward and made full use of the space of his stomach and intestines. "Have you regarded me as dying?"

"Almost." Lorraine compared the position from the throat to the lower abdomen. "From a physiological point of view, what you put in tonight can block your throat. As long as you have a bad posture during sleep, you will squeeze your trachea and strangle yourself in your dream."

"Really?"

"So if you have any last words, stay and I'll give them to your sister myself."

"Last words... Maybe it's really last words," bell sighed deeply. "In short, I'm running away from sin."

Poof!

Lorraine sprayed a mouthful of tea on the tea table and wet half of the table: "what did you say?"

"I absconded for fear of crime. It was exposed that I sold you maritime commuting in Southampton, Lieutenant... No, Shaq Drake was going to hand me over to the military court. I received the news in advance and landed halfway and escaped from the ship."

"Do you think I'll believe this flawed story?"

"Believe it or not, this is the truth." bell shrugged.

Lorraine had a rare spirit: "well, what you said is true. I ask you, why didn't major general Drake convene a military court on board? The lion is the flagship of the sub fleet and has two sets of command systems. Can't we get together twelve officers at or above the school level?"

"I'm an old man who began to follow Shaq Drake from the tramp. He always has a certain influence on the ship. He's afraid that the court on the ship will make a judgment in my favor."

"And then? He's bent on killing you, but he doesn't know to keep a secret?"

"He kept the news to himself." bell took out a dirty trial order from his arms. "It's a pity that the attendant found it while cleaning the captain's cabin."

Lorraine took the trial order doubtfully, with Bell's resume, charges and basic information of the case written on it, and Shaq's signature and Drake's stamp at the bottom. However, the fields of jurors and court personnel were empty, like a real trial application.

He threw the trial order on the wet tea table: "there is only the signature of major general Drake on it. It doesn't spread. It can be easily forged."

Bell couldn't help laughing bitterly: "if there is a second person's information on it, it's not in response to what you just said [he's bent on killing me, but he doesn't know to keep it a secret]?"

"That's it." Lorraine said of course. "A reselling of Quartermaster involving more than 40 rifles happened to his cronies. It's not a problem at all in his official rank, but if a military court is held, it's enough to kill you. No matter how to explain this matter, it doesn't make sense. Although shack Drake is old-fashioned and indifferent, he is not a person who doesn't know how to change."

"You know your brother..." bell seemed to give up the argument, looked up and recalled the past.

"I escaped from the ship in San Salvador and fled all the way to Kingston." he glanced at Lorraine. "Don't ask me why I threw myself into the net at the fleet station, but I have no money. I don't have enough change to take a boat back to Europe. If I stay in West India, it's almost everywhere."

Lorraine didn't doubt that.

Bell's family situation Lorraine knew very well that he would not leave too much money on himself, and the fugitives could not borrow money from their colleagues on the ship.

As for why I came to Kingston

The golden deer and the lion met outside Royal harbor. In that case, bell is likely to come to Kingston and go to Lorraine.

The premise of all this is that Bell's fear of crime and abscond is true.

He nodded noncommittally and motioned bell to continue.

Bell took a sip of tea: "I was looking for you in Kingston, but I didn't find it. I heard from the wharf that Drake chamber of Commerce opened a branch in Kingston, and through the old man who served as the branch, you bought a manor in Luxi and came to you."

"If you came to Lucy to find me, how could you..." in the middle of the sentence, Lorraine suddenly froze in the middle.

Miss ofey's words suddenly rang through her mind. She once said, "there is a poor man who claims to be your friend. He hopes to see you back in the manor, and I kicked him out."

It can't be such a coincidence, can it?

The pleasant desire to explore rose. Lorraine shook the bell at hand and asked the maid outside the door to call Miss ophy in.

As soon as Miss ofey entered the door, her eyes collided with bell, who was sitting on the sofa. Both of them were black.

"Hum!" "boom!"

Lorraine saw at a glance that they had a story.

He asked softly, "ophy, during my absence from the manor, you said you drove away a poor man who claimed to be my friend..."

"That's the scoundrel, sir!" replied Miss ophy in a shrill voice. "Besides, he had eaten 98 pounds and 16 shillings in a meal just now. Even if you are rich, you still need to stay away from such so-called friends so as not to sit idle."

Lorraine felt the deep hostility from Miss ofey's words and couldn't help looking inquisitively at Bell: "classmate Judea, how did you provoke my housekeeper?"

"How can a kind gentleman like me easily provoke a decent lady?"

Miss ofey blushed with anger: "nonsense, shameless villain!"

"Moody, naughty and unruly." bell put on a disdainful face. "Every time I see you, I always show off with my arms crossed. Why? Is constipation still not good?"