The banquet had started fifteen minutes ago. Noisy voices came from the inner hall, and bursts of laughter rang out from time to time, and the sound of music flowed in the cheerful atmosphere.However, all of this has nothing to do with the cold corridor, the dim light reflects the gold-rimmed paintings on both sides of the corridor, the windows are open, and the fragrance of the garden behind the house floats in and wanders in the corridor.

The officer Victor had placed on the north side of the villa turned the corner and unexpectedly did not see his two subordinates in the corridor.In the dark corridor, the wall lamp was slightly bright, and the light outlined a woman's figure.She put her hands on the window sill and looked out, as if she was looking for something that fell out of the window. When she heard the sound of footsteps and turned her head to look, the officer noticed that there were tears in her eyes.

He walked over to the woman in the black dress and asked, "Ma'am, did you see the two who were here before..."

"Please help me." The woman grabbed his hand tightly and looked at him with pleading eyes, "I accidentally dropped the ring outside, and I couldn't find it after searching for a long time."

She was tall and tall, far exceeding the average level of women attending the banquet, but this suspicious detail did not attract the attention of the officer.The expression on that face was pitiful, gentle and fragile, like some kind of small animal that needed protection.

"What kind of ring?" he asked.

"A black ring with no gemstones on it." The woman choked up and said, "My fiancé gave it to me and went to the battlefield and never came back..."

The officer was stunned, recalling the background of the Lost City.This is Cesina eighty years ago. It was established in the year when the world war had just subsided. Many people lost their husbands and children in the war, and so did this woman.Her words are invisible evidence that she is a fictional character of the Lost City, not his enemy.

If you don't help her find the ring, this little widow doesn't know how long she will be entangled.He sighed and leaned out of the window: "Let me help you find it."

"Thank you, you are so kind." The woman said softly, and gave him a touching smile.

The officer shuddered suddenly, that smile implied coldness, which gave him a vaguely familiar feeling, as if he had seen a similar temperament somewhere.But when he looked closely, the other party's expression was still flawless, so he had to lower his head again, trying to find the ring and get away as soon as possible.

It was dark outside the window, and all the precious flowers were sleeping, but the evening primroses drilled from the dirt and stone chips bloomed wantonly, like pink stars.The officer turned on his portable flashlight and took a photo of it among the flowers. The bright light flickered, and a face of a person who was dying was vaguely passed by.

He almost gasped, thinking he had misread, and moved the light beam back with trembling fingers—not one human face, but two. Two disappeared subordinates were lying among the grass, facing up to the sky, staringEyes, the rich scent of evening primrose masked the smell of blood.

The night wind blew slowly, sending the fragrance of flowers and blood into his nostrils.

Coolness climbed up his back, he reached out to touch the gun in his lower back, the holster was empty, and the pistol was taken away at some point.Fingers in lace gloves gently covered his mouth, but with an irresistible force, a butterfly knife was pressed against the side of his neck.This kind of knife is small and portable, and can be safely held in the palm of the hand when closed. The woman has been hiding this knife in her hand just now.

No, that's not a woman at all.

A thought flashed through his dying mind, remembering the photo Victor posted to his subordinates: "You are, Luo..."

Blood gushed out of his throat in an instant, drenching the sentence he was going to say.The officer struggled for a while, then stopped moving, and the corpse hung limply out of the window.

Rosie flicked the blood off the butterfly knife, put the knife away, pulled up the hem of her skirt and stuck it inside the leg ring, and pushed the corpse into the flowers again.He pulled the tiny microphone pinned to his chest, and said to the channel, "Clear the north side."

The killer's panting voice came from the headset: "The east side is almost done."

"The last little fish left on the west side." A suppressed gunshot exploded from Piper's side, but the sound of the gunshot was not very obvious under the cover of the grand music.

"Take your people to the banquet hall when it's over," Parisa said, "I found some clues."

"What is it?" Rosie asked immediately.

The other party played tricks: "Well, I can't say it for the time being..."

"Okay, we worked hard for you, but you didn't even share the clues," the killer babbled and cursed, "Believe it or not, I'll break into the banquet hall and throw a throwing knife at your head right now?"

"It's just to prevent this band from being tapped." Parisa still said with a smile, "Since the outside has been cleaned up, come here. There are still people from Victor in the hall. As for the clues I found, I must tell the truth."

The lights in the banquet hall were shining, and under the brilliant crystal chandeliers, the hottest celebrities in Cesina City came and went with wine glasses, and the jewelry around the necks of the ladies flowed with brilliance.Rosie scans the hall from behind a bouquet of flowers, not used to such extravagant occasions, and resignedly that the city's upper class hasn't changed at all eighty years ago or eighty years later.

The villa was built on a large private land, and Rosie couldn't help thinking that if it could be converted into a multi-storey sky farm and make full use of the space, it could feed tens of thousands of people.

In his eyes, those luxurious jewelry and clothing can be measured as food, water, mattresses, and anti-radiation materials. These things form a huge cloud, floating around in the banquet hall, making him feel dizzy.

"Where's the clue you mentioned?" Rosie asked Parisa next to her in a low voice.

The other party was sketching some symbols on the tablecloth. Rosie leaned over to look at it, but she didn't understand the meaning of Parisa's fingertips. It was just a bunch of irregular circles and vertical lines.

"Don't understand?" Parisa smiled.

Rosie shook her head, and said to the convenience that she drew a line on the table: "This is 1." Pausing for a while, her finger continued downward, "This is also 1."

"...what do you mean," Rosie said confused, "I don't need you to teach me Arabic numerals."

Parisa then drew a circle and said, "This is 0. Do you understand now?"

"I don't understand at all." Rosie stared at the other person, "You'd better explain it to me seriously, or I'll dismiss your words as gibberish."

"This is already the result of the explanation. This is the end of the free explanation. Maybe you want to listen to the paid version?" Parisa said slyly.

"How much do you want?" Rosie asked displeased.

"No money." The other party blinked his green eyes, stood up and held out his hand to him, "Would you mind dancing with me? Although today's music is terrible."

Rosie looked back at the dance floor, the first piece of music had already sounded, and there were only two couples dancing the waltz in the pool. The opening dance was performed by the hostess of the villa together with another young man, Cecina and his wife, and the rest of the guestsGathered around the dance floor and cheered thunderously.

To be honest, Rosie can't hear how bad the music is today, and even other people are as ignorant as him. Only Parisa's absolute pitch that pursues perfection feels bad.

"Just dance." Rosie shrugged nonchalantly. Although he didn't know anything about music and dance, a dance wouldn't cost him anything. Instead, he could exchange information from Parisa, "When the first song is over,Let's go down."

"Okay." Parisa nodded contentedly.The two sat side by side behind the dining table, waiting for the dance music to finish. Piper and the killer quietly led a dozen of their men to patrol the crowd to prevent Victor's sudden attack. What was wiped out in the corridor just now was only part of the banquet hall.I don't know how many people are still mixed in.

Parisa took a sip of wine and said chattingly: "Do you know who the dance partner of today's hostess is? Dashawn Volkman, a subordinate who is familiar with history - familiar with unofficial history told me that TaraThe violin, and later became Cecina's lover."

Rosie suddenly felt unable to turn her head around: "What, what? Cesina's..." His voice was too loud, causing nearby guests to turn to look at him, and Rosie quickly stopped talking.

"Yes, lover." Parisa softly helped him complete, "Everyone knows that the Cecinas are a model couple. They are scientists in the same field and have countless topics to talk about. But you also saw, that young man named Dashawn is very handsome..."

Parisa thought for a moment, then continued, "In the rumors, he had a passionate relationship with Cesina. And I was wondering, is the existence of the Lost City to commemorate Dashawn?"

Halfway through the music, the people in the pool exchanged their partners, and now Dashawn dances with Cesina in his arms.He has slightly long chestnut hair, soft and clean eyes, and an artist's elegance projected in his demeanor.

"Handsome?" Rosie didn't understand Parisa's aesthetics. "That's it. I'm afraid the rumors are just rumors. I don't see any reason for Cecina to betray her husband and choose this ordinary young man."

Parisa seemed to be drinking the wine casually, and was not angry: "Oh, what kind do you like?"

"I like..." After these few words came out, Rosie immediately found Deng Huailing in the crowd.It turned out that Deng Huailing was not far away, but was blocked by the flower arrangement in front of Rosie. As soon as he moved his eyes, he saw Deng Huailing in a suit, holding a wine glass and talking and laughing happily with others. Those brown eyes that always stared at him, looking at another girl at the moment.

They were all half leaning against the wall. The girl was wearing a dress made from a moon-white cheongsam, her hair was braided gracefully and classically. This kind of attire was not common in Cesina City.When Deng Huailing said something, she was amused and giggled, her clear eyes bent into crescents.

Luo Xi had never seen such a Deng Huailing. The Deng Huailing he was familiar with rejected people for thousands of miles, but was warm to him.The other party seldom puts anyone in their eyes, even if there are so many hunters and hunters who are flirting, Deng Huailing doesn't bother to pay attention, preferring to sleep at home with Rosie.

Parisa noticed his abnormality and raised the corners of her lips: "They were there a quarter of an hour ago. I sent someone to investigate. That girl's name is Su Qing. When Cesina visited China before the war, theyBecame close friends and reunited after the war. Deng Huailing probably just wanted to find some clues from her, so don't worry about it."

The more he said that, the more Rosie cared.Just when the waiter passed by with a tray full of wine glasses, Rosie raised her hand to grab a glass, drank the champagne in the glass angrily, and wiped her mouth roughly with bloody gloves:

"That's his business. What does it have to do with me? Do you need to tell me?"

Parisa smiled without saying a word, just looked at him quietly.

Luo Xi glanced in that direction again, faintly feeling that Su Qing looked familiar, but couldn't remember where she saw her.Maybe it's because she has the same aura as Rosie, he thought casually, Deng Huailing always likes this kind of person who looks gentle and gentle, no matter who it is, he will always come.

He tossed the wine glass in his hand left and right, playing with it repeatedly, the alcohol burned along the esophagus, and his heart gradually calmed down.For Deng Huailing, he doesn't seem to be irreplaceable, which is actually a good thing; before, it was only because he couldn't find a substitute that he had been pestering him to death.

That's okay, since Deng Huailing has found another target, he can now go about his own business with peace of mind.With her excellent psychological quality, Rosie comforted herself in just a few tens of seconds—then she saw Deng Huailing take off the black ring in her hand and hand it to Su Qing.

The girl took the ring happily, and looked at the light source while talking to Deng Huailing incessantly.At this time, Rosie sincerely didn't want her to be so sharp, but there were still some fragmented words that came to her ears:

"The pattern is very beautiful... I will wear it when I get married... I will definitely like it..."

His vision suddenly went dark, and Rosie only heard a sudden "ding bang", and when he realized it, the wine glass in his hand had been crushed, blood flowed all over his hand, and the pieces fell to the ground.

Everyone around looked at him in surprise, including Deng Huailing.The other party had just discovered that he was there and cut off the conversation, as if wanting to take a step towards him, but in the end he didn't.

Rosie said sorry, and pulled out the shards one by one, and put the blood-stained glass on the table, waiting for the waiter to take it away.The moment he lowered his head, he unrealistically expected that Deng Huailing would suddenly appear in his field of vision, and anxiously took his hand, but he soon felt that he was ridiculous, that person would not belong to him from today, and not in the future, there will be no connection between them.

He took off his black ring in front of Deng Huailing, and asked the waiter to take it away together with the pile of glass pieces.Even though it was just a false ring in the Huanhai system, Deng Huailing had given it away anyway, so he didn't want it anymore.