Chapter 573

"I need to write so many words for what I ordered?"

"No one's life is easy!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha!"

The alleys are noisy.

Dirty children are laughing and running in the alleys, repeating meaningless words like pranks, spreading to the comfortable and leisurely streets in the north and down the streets in the south.

The width of the lane is only four meters.

Haina is standing at the intersection of the cross street and the lower street in her smock. Passing forward the main street is Carmen's hiding Hotel, crossing the cross street to the right is Lundi coffee shop, and diagonally passing through the intersection. That building is the Lucas winery she pays attention to.

She has been standing in this position for a long time, about more than a minute. The crowded crowd will naturally avoid her, so she doesn't have to hide. She just needs to stand and count the surroundings of the winery clearly.

As like as two peas, there are no strange places in it. White walls, blue tiles and window frames are simple carved flowers. The rooms are hung with thick curtains, from two to three floors.

This normality made Haina care more and more.

From the perspective of the observer, she found for the first time that the observation environment of Lucas winery was better than the hotel they chose.

In particular, the room that has been covered with suspects has a wide view and moderate included angle. While taking care of the street view, it can easily overlook the whole picture of Evelyn's natural flavor florist, which is the place where Lorraine and Rashid agreed to meet.

Is that really Rashid's observation post?

If not, what happened to the reflection of the suspected wine bottle before?

If so, how many street details can the observer see by hiding behind the thick and quiet curtains?

Why don't you go in and have a look?

Haina is a little tangled.

According to the truth, drilling in must be the simplest way to prove, but if there are really people inside who want not to be found by the [living people], they can only be turned into [dead people].

The two sides are now partners, right? The presence of dead people will probably affect the follow-up cooperation, and it will also affect the survival of people. It will not affect the air, and the drillable significance will be lost

This is the so-called dilemma.

Haina looked at the window and thought. The light from the corner of her eyes caught a figure who ran away.

A young man in kitchen clothes came out of the back alley of Lundy coffee, crossed the street and entered Lucas winery.

A cafe chef goes to the winery during working hours?

Haina doesn't know the culture of coffee and that there is a kind of coffee that uses whisky instead of fresh milk, so she is naturally curious about the action of helping the kitchen.

Just then, across the lane

"Here are your waffles and cappuccinos, sir, a total of one shilling and three pence. I'll put the list here." Les respectfully offered the painter.

The painter's pen suddenly stopped on the paper, frowned and recalled for a long time: "I'm sorry, but I should order latte and PaoFu."

"Table 3, waffles and cappuccinos. You remember clearly on the list. You remember wrong, sir."

"List..."

The artist picked up the list suspiciously and saw that the few words engraved on it did say waffle and cappuccino.

"This is not my list! Young man, I remember very clearly. You wrote a lot on my list and said that life is not easy!"

[what I ordered needs so many words...]

[no one's life is easy...]

[you wrote a lot on my list and said that life is not easy...]

"I see..."

The separated stream of people gathered together, like a wave on the beach, hitting the place where Haina originally stood, and Haina had long disappeared.

Les felt his eyes dry and itchy.

He tried to resist the noise of the painter and rubbed his eyes. When he looked up again, he suddenly found that the composition across the lane had changed.

"Sir, there... There was a woman there, right?"

"Woman?" the painter was stunned.

"Yes, woman. She's in good shape and wears a dark smock like a tramp."

"Do you want to change the subject, young man?" the painter was furious. "There are no women in overalls there! But there is a fake bill between you and me! I have never seen such a despicable business means, like... Like..."

"This is mine. In addition, please lend me your painting."

"Ah?"

Before the painter could react, Les had collected the bill and grabbed the unfinished painting.

The picture shows the busy and crowded ecology of going down the street, the shopping, running, extortion, wandering... Vivid sadness and livelihood are vividly on the paper. They hit a reef at the street corner and squeezed into two parts.

However, the position of the reef was left blank, and the dazzling blank was left in a corner of the painting. The painter knew what was there, but he couldn't draw anything.

"Monsters..." Les muttered, "I'm so relieved to be a companion with monsters..."

……

"I'm going," Harry said to Ryan, lowering his head and buttoning his top hat on his head.

"Walk slowly and say hello to Borg for me."

"I will."

Years of partners do not need redundant blessings, not to mention that although this is the highest level of information transmission, there are no incidental risks.

The risks are on the dignity of the boss. For this reality, even Harry doesn't know whether he wants to win or lose.

It's good to win. To win from an excellent partner, the psychological satisfaction is no less than to stand out from the duel.

It's also good to lose. If you can see Rashid's angry appearance, it may inspire morale more than victory.

The boss of the old eighth company is such a miracle creature.

Harry smiled at himself, went into the basement, opened the secret door, and turned around and appeared in a mansion not adjacent to the street behind Lucas winery.

"It's like beating a gopher. You'll never guess which cave it will come out of."

Harry whispered to himself, raised the collar of his windbreaker, reached out and opened the door.

He felt nothing about the eyes behind him

Haina stood quietly in the shadow outside several houses, watching Harry turn into the main street with her emerald eyes.

"Is that you? You were standing next to Rashid in the florist four days ago..."

Against the crowd, Harry walked up the slope.

He walked quickly and soon passed Evelyn's natural flavor florist. Lorraine and Katrina are enjoying flowers outside the florist bored. They are like a pair of tryst beauties. They can't see any impatience.

Harry didn't bother to see them. He went straight through them and soon came to the end of the street. He was familiar and pushed open the door of a cake shop.

[forest candy house]

"Welcome!" the waiter of the candy house trotted up. "Is there only one guest?"

"It's a person."

"Do you like the window position on the second floor? It overlooks the whole lighthouse mountain. It's the best scenery in the store."

"I think I'll like it very much."

"Please follow me upstairs and go from here."

"Thank you."

After the same conversation, the waiter guided Harry up the stairs.

The corner as like as two peas, a revolving door opened, and he swallowed up the other side, and spit out the same figure as he was, with the same color and clothes.

The double quickly sat in the window on the second floor, ordered the order, looked up at the lighthouse mountain comfortably, and allowed himself to be looked up by others.

Harry went downstairs through the secret door and once again through the narrow tunnel into the underground cellar of Borg's tavern.

The highest level of intelligence transmission is completed.

Five minutes later, SIG said goodbye to Borg with a small bag, took a vigorous step and set foot on her way to the appointment.

She will be 15 minutes late for the appointment.

Although it's already 2:37, it will take her at least 8 minutes to walk to the florist, that is, she won't really keep the appointment until 2:45.

But God proved that the person who wasted the first half hour was Lorraine Drake, and the debt should not be counted on her anyway.

Siglet is still the pious and punctual siglet, keeping her promise with God when she was young. No matter who she dated, she will always be only 15 minutes late.

This is her announcement, using great time as a tool, elegantly and implicitly telling her opponent that [you have never been out of my control].

What will Lorraine look like then?

The real protagonist appeared on the stage at the height of the road, dressed in a golden haze, and raised the skirt of victory to the defeated general. Should Lorraine's face be unwilling? but? Upset? Relieved? Or convinced?

Seager wants to see the fourth.

Because Lorraine is an equal opponent recognized by her, such an opponent should have keen insight, strong self-confidence, the courage to admit defeat, and congratulate his opponent on his generosity.

Without any of the above virtues, people can't get rid of the persistence of victory and defeat.

Without getting rid of the persistence of victory and defeat, people can't be truly relieved.

Just

"Is this expectation too high for little Drake?"

"Or maybe it's too low?"

The magic sound blew in my ears, maintained the posture of swinging arms and legs, and SIG turned into a statue.

She was so fixed in the center of Wesley street, a long way from Evelyn's natural flavor. On the other side of the street was the candy house overlooking the forest of Lighthouse mountain. Next door to the candy house was Borg tavern.

She has only walked 42 steps since she went out.

SIG heard the sound of his heartbeat. He was a little anxious and disordered. Something was shouting meaninglessly from far to near, as if he wanted to express something.

It seemed to be an emotion that Seager couldn't tell.

Are you unwilling? but? Upset? Relieved? Or... Convinced?

Like a machine without oil, she looked back bit by bit, and saw a very upturned nose, soft lips, emerald eyes, and finally a coffee like angel face.

"I remember... You are..."

"Hannah yesla," Hannah whispered, holding Seager's neck, "my name is Hannah yesla."

"Where's Lorraine Drake?"

Hannah raised her hand and pointed to the second floor of the candy house in the forest. Lorraine and Katrina sat side by side opposite the double, smiling and waving to sig.

Seager finally showed a relieved smile, and his hands and feet recovered freely.

She stood still and looked up at Lorraine.

"So he changed the dating place without authorization, didn't he?"

"Well," thought Haina, "today, Katrina wore her feet out when she wore high shoes for the first time."