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Chapter 85 The Golden Sea, 05:19 pm
"How did she get in?" Watching the slender figure disappear into the elevator car, neither Deng Huailing nor Rosie chose to chase. Firstly, the distance was too far, and secondly, there was only one elevator. They were destined to loseWhereabouts of Kana Tsukino.
Although Deng Huailing carried a gun with him, he would not shoot just because a girl stole a few boxes of medicine.
"She looks similar to Xue Nai, so she can fool the people in the custom store." Rosie pondered, "But opening the elevator requires permission, who will help her enter the identity information?"
As soon as he uttered this question, he had the answer in his heart. There are only two people with the highest authority in God's Residence, Xue Nai and Shiraishi.It is naturally impossible for Bai Shijin to be a stern and selfless person, so only Xue Nai who cares about her sister is left.
Deng Huailing obviously had the same guess as him: "You know who it is. Take some free time to talk to her. It's one thing to care about your loved ones, but it's another thing to cover up the theft of public goods."
"I will, by the way, tell Nishimura to change the lock." Rosie took off the copper lock in the warehouse and glanced at it.The scratches have been pried open several times by wire. "Of course it is wrong to steal, but I am a little worried. Chanel may be sick and desperate to do this."
Deng Huailing shook his head: "Don't worry, medicines are hard currency in the slums, and she just steals medicines for money. You know that all of Cesina's hospitals are located in downtown areas, right?Children will sneak in quietly and lie in ambush near the hospital, and when they see people taking medicine, they will rush up to steal or rob them, which is much safer than robbing a bank."
"You seem to be very familiar with these processes...Mr. Deng." Rosie glanced at the other party worriedly, unable to imagine how Deng Huailing grew up alone in that kind of place.Maybe he should treat this child better. If it wasn't for him, the other party could have grown up with Deng Xuan's company.
"I promise I never did those things." Deng Huailing smiled and looked at him seriously. "After all, I promised someone that I would be a kind person, no matter what the price."
"Well, that's good," Rosie replied absent-mindedly, forgetting that Deng Huailing was one of the hundreds of teenagers he had preached to.
During his tenure in the Second District, he also often went to places where people gathered and chatted with the children there, but most of the children were thinking about the candy in his hand, and few of them listened, so although he often hung up those words in theOral, but know in heart that it doesn't work, it's just a habit.
Thinking of treating Deng Huailing better, he turned around and walked into the warehouse, took back the paper bag containing the apples, put them into the other's arms, and said softly, "Mr. Deng, this is for you."
"Huh? Thank you." Deng Huailing opened the paper bag, looked at it, folded the opening again, and said pointedly, "Is it a reward?"
Rosie didn't understand why the other party used the word "reward", but it sounded similar to "gift", so she nodded indiscriminately and said, "Yes."
"Then these are not enough." The bounty hunter stared at him undisguisedly, and casually stuffed the paper bag into the guitar bag behind his back, his brown eyes full of desire.
There was a hint of confusion in Rosie's eyes. He hadn't thought that Deng Huailing's appetite was so big before—wouldn't five apples be enough?What's more, God's Residence also stores a large number of nutritional supplements. If the nutritional supplements can't fill the other party, they can only go home and heat up sandwiches.
"How much more do you want?" Rosie asked confused.
"It doesn't matter how much, what I want is..." Deng Huailing paused, carefully looking at the person in front of him.Just now he thought that person answered his words, but now it seems that the other person didn't understand. If it was really Rosie, he should be able to understand what he meant.
He didn't go on talking, held the other party with one hand, and locked the warehouse again with the other, with his usual expression, "Forget it, it's nothing. Let's go."
Rosie was startled, he didn't quite understand Deng Huailing's hesitancy to speak, and he couldn't understand anything from his expression.Most people's emotions are written on their faces, but Deng Huailing's emotions are hidden in those quiet eyes. He vaguely feels that he has missed the key information, but there is nothing he can do about it.
"By the way, Mr. Deng, you said that you have a task tonight, why are you hiding in the warehouse?" Rosie suddenly thought of an important question.It was a matter of his freedom. Originally, he was ready to live as a bachelor for one night, but he didn't expect that Deng Huailing would suddenly show up, and it seemed that he was going to be ruined.
"Tonight's task is to purchase arms from the black market for Baishi and put them into storage. Baishi has not bought weapons for many years. I am more familiar with people than him. When he gave me this commission, he also mentioned the Spring Festivalabout it." Deng Huailing pinched his fingers, "Why, someone doesn't seem to want to see me?"
"No, no." The feeling of being seen through the whole body reappeared. Rosie turned her face away and flattered her very unnaturally, "I've been looking forward to seeing Mr. Deng soon..."
Deng Huailing walked in front of the other party, holding back his laughter until his shoulders trembled slightly, and his voice was almost hoarse: "Okay, I got it." In order to prevent further laughter, he grabbed Rosie's hand even harder, and pulled the other party to walk quicklyMoving forward, "Aren't you going to watch the sacrificial ceremony? Let's go."
Rosie was baffled, and was dragged staggeringly out a few steps, adjusted her body and followed.
They walked on the edge of the shrine. The shrine is located on a high place where the gods live. Looking down here, it is like looking down from a small hill. In the thick blackness, the golden sea area after another is eye-catching.Thousands of petrol lamps were burning.Slight flames danced in the glass cover, like a golden bird that was sealed off and about to fly, the bright flames scattered the black shadows.
God's Residence is no longer eternal night. In the past two weeks, Rosie has witnessed how the residents here are working hard to make gasoline lamps, hang them in front of each house, and create their own light with their own hands.
But a large part of this brilliant light is due to Deng Huailing. As the investor behind God's Residence, Deng Huailing once again lived a life of sacrificing sleep, switching money between life and death, but drawing credit pointsWhen entering the custom store account, he didn't blink an eye, and didn't say a single unnecessary word.
Rosie felt that it was necessary to let the other party know where the money was spent, so she hooked Deng Huailing's palm with her index finger, signaling the other party to look down too: "Mr. Deng."
Deng Huailing slowed down, first looked at him questioningly, and then turned his head when he saw the golden light reflected in Rosie's eyes."Let me see this? I noticed it when I came here just now. It is indeed much brighter than before."
"This is a beginning, Mr. Deng. Brightness is not the ultimate goal, but a means." Rosie smiled and took a few steps forward until she stood on the edge of the guardrail of the shrine, and then there was a steep stone wall.He folded his fingers on the railing, looked at the golden sea below, and said in a tone full of hope, "A means to restore the passion of life, the real life, is still under construction."
Deng Huailing leaned against the guardrail and turned his face sideways, but he didn't look at the lights of God's Residence like Rosie, but stared at the person in front of him.The light and the moonlight fell on Rosie alternately, and the hair reflected golden and silver arcs, like a long and graceful statue that should have been erected in the Gold and Silver Square.
"Sounds like you plan to build here long-term?"
"No, it's unrealistic to stay in God's Residence for a long time, I have to go back...to accompany you to do tasks." Rosie almost missed the point, and quickly bit her tongue, "Maintaining the prosperity of a region requires two things, people and moneyIn terms of money, Baishi is trying to find a way to return to the hunter circle, he hasn't accepted a reward for several years, but with an A+ name, it shouldn't be a problem."
"As for people, as long as we can establish a complete system of medical treatment, education and even trade, and select and train trustworthy candidates, God's Residence can naturally run without my hand. The key lies in the mechanism. If a perfect mechanism is invented, the people in the system willI will consciously select and train the next generation of newcomers, and the rest is to teach Xue Nai how to deal with these people."
A gust of wind passed by, and the lower sea of lights tilted slightly. The night wind blew Rosie's long hair scattered around his shoulders. His eyes were burning, as if he was staring at something that didn't exist in front of him.It's strange, there is clearly nothing around him, only Deng Huailing, but he still seems to be above the pinnacle of power, holding the sun, moon and stars, tens of thousands of people bow their heads and bow their eyes to him.
This person must be Rosie, right?Deng Huailing suddenly laughed secretly at his previous doubts. If the other party is not the leader of the second district, who else can be worthy of that position?He had never seen that kind of outstanding temperament in Cesina's top officials.
Deng Huailing let out an "um" and lazily lay on the railing, looking at the silhouette of the other party.Rosie seemed to be in some kind of strong mood, and didn't notice his gaze: "Actually, I'm not without concerns. A month ago, I found a letter from the classroom, which was left by the former teacher of God's Residence,He too was a reformer, but he failed and had to die sick."
"In the letter, he asked the people who came later, would a little effort work? Is a little insignificant struggle against a deformed society meaningful? I can't answer, God's Residence...is too small.Even such an isolated island cannot be changed. Even if it is changed, it will be crushed by the technology of the outside world with half a little finger. The people inside... the people outside live like ants.
"But I don't think it's right to say it's completely pointless, right? I want my cherished people to have a moment of laughter," Rosie whispered, the sentence blowing in the wind.Sow the fire of dignity in their hearts, instead of dying in endless lingering; I want them to know that things can be changed, killing a person in war is resistance, and desperately chasing a dignified life is also a kind of resistance.”
"Ok."
"There's a man on top who will never understand my methods. He'll kill, and if you don't stick your neck in, he'll say, 'You betrayed me', and shoot you with a bullet.” Rosie smiled softly, but frowned, with a sad look on her face, “I don’t want to be like him, but my method won’t work if it’s going to end all of this.”
"En." Deng Huailing replied briefly again.
Rosie reacted suddenly, and unconsciously poured out all the truth to Deng Huailing.The other party seemed uninterested, didn't pay attention to the lights below, and didn't answer much, but stared at him for a long time: "Mr. Deng, are you not interested in these? Sorry, I forgot the time, let's go first-—”
"Who said I'm not interested?" Deng Huailing raised the corners of her lips, "If I don't care about God's Residence, why should I raise money for it? Is my money distributed by the bank for free? Besides, there is no need to ask me to express my gratitude.Topics of interest, you can say whatever you want in front of me."
Rosie felt her ears getting hot again, turned her eyes away and argued, "Then don't keep looking at me."
Deng Huailing stared at him with special concentration, he could hardly be said to be "watching" him, but was eating and digesting him inch by inch with his eyes, which made him feel a strong sense of crisis.
"Because of your appearance just now..." Deng Huailing raised his hand, and the back of his finger slowly slid down his cheek, brushing the corners of his eyes and broken hair lightly, "It's very touching."