"I thought..." Rosie was speechless for a while, "I thought you were kidding me."

"Am I so untrustworthy?" Parisa said with a smile, the lost expression behind the mask was concealed, "I told you after I heard the clue hidden in the melody in the banquet hall, but you didn't realize it in time.It has to be exchanged for a dance."

Rosie sighed, "It's not like you don't know that I don't know anything about music theory. So what did you hear at the party?"

"Two letters, 01101101 and 01100101, translate to m and e. The message was repeated throughout the dinner by the violinist in the orchestra, and I think this is one of the clues Cecina buried. Her original meaningIt should be to let the latecomers pick up the business card, follow the information on the famous card, find out the coding method agreed between her and DaShawn, and then return to the banquet hall to solve the puzzle. But..."

"But you are too sensitive to the out-of-key of the instrument, and you really can't bear the out-of-key that fills the audience. This phenomenon is a bit abnormal." Piper suddenly realized, "So you start to wonder if Cesina wants to use this to send a message, to set up such a situation.”

Parisa nodded, confirming her statement.

The killer touched his chin and thought: "m and e, are they the word me? No, no, it seems too simple, maybe it is the abbreviation of someone's name, or the abbreviation of a professional term?"

“It could also be a place name,” Parisa added, “even the name of a government agency, a slang abbreviation, we have so little information, everything is still unclear.”

"What if it's a word? There are four places in the Lost City where data fluctuates abnormally. We found a word in the first place." Rosie pondered for a moment, looking around at everyone, "Assuming every place has,More than four words are enough to form a sentence, maybe this sentence is what Cesina really wants to say."

"But why would she do this? She already has a position of power, and she can go down in the annals of history with a random speech. Is there anything she can't express directly?" Piper asked suspiciously.

"Because her words will be remembered by history, I have to be more careful. She is not without scruples. There are always some secret thoughts that can only be secretly recorded in the lost city, just like some flowers that only bloom at night." RosieSay.

The adjudicators present fell into a short silence. They could obviously understand the helplessness Rosie described, and more or less, they all experienced it in the position of public figures.This is why Rosie has been a leader for many years but refuses to show up. It is not as complicated as the media speculates. He just thinks he is an ordinary person and wants to have the last bit of an ordinary life.

"I have one more question." The video was still playing and was about to reach the end. The killer looked at the couple quietly holding hands amidst the crowds on the holographic screen and said, "I don't see anything special about this Dashawn—noIt is said that he is not handsome and not good at understanding people, but it must be admitted that he is far from Cesina in terms of experience and intellectual gap."

He frowned questioningly, "Could it be that a few dates and a few sweet words are enough to impress Cecina, making her fascinated by him, and specially built a lost city to record their love history? A sane person like CecinaThe terrible person will go crazy because of him."

Parisa quickly glanced at the information at hand, and said casually: "Probably just for fun. We don't know when the Lost City was built. Cesina created this city to please her during her passionate love period.It’s also a possibility to let it go and leave it alone.”

"No, I'm sure, she's really in love with DaShawn." Rosie said suddenly, causing the eyes of the rest of the people to focus on him, "In her eyes, that person is so special that he is irreplaceable and worth using."Commemorating a city is not just for fun.”

"Why?" Parisa put down the documents, leaned forward slightly and looked at him with inquiry in his eyes.

"It's just a feeling. I had that feeling when I heard them talking in the garden, and it intensified as I watched the Easter eggs, like I could feel what Cecina was thinking...sheI love Shawn so much, because everyone regards her as a god made of gold, but only he can give her pure love and protection, and thinks that she is a woman of flesh and blood."

Rosie said softly, the flickering light of the holographic screen reflected on his face, as ethereal as his tone, "Dashorn can see her ideal, but she doesn't deify her because of her ideal, butBoldly and presumptuously, she lifts the veil of public attention, accepting all her private qualities."

"He understands that after she loses her halo and is no longer a symbol of wisdom, she is still an ordinary person with many things she can't do, so he is willing to stay with her for a long time and cooperate with her to face those embarrassing situations.... Cecina has been chasing a love for years."

His eyelashes were lowered, his eyes fell gently on the void, he didn't look at anyone at the table, but he was clearly looking at who.Someone once reached out and lifted his veil, and saw that behind the cold and powerful leader, there was actually the shadow of a hesitant ordinary person; that person never asked him for protection, but stood in front of him with a knife to defendIn Deng Huailing's eyes, he needs to be properly protected.

The venue was silent, and both Piper and the killer looked at Rosie in a little surprise.Their leader rarely expresses such views before, as if he has no interest in human feelings. To be more precise, Rosie loves everyone chaotically and is willing to sacrifice all his time and energy to run the second district. Regarding specific loveThe feeling is a vast blank.

Parisa looked at the opposite leader thoughtfully, and he knew who Rosie was thinking of.Noticing the look in his eyes, Rosie pulled out of her thoughts and coughed twice:

"Forget it, whether Cesina really fell in love with Dashawn is not that important. Instead of making wild guesses here, it is better to plan the action at the next location as soon as possible. After obtaining more information, you can naturally make a judgment."

"The refresh time of the next coordinate will be three days later," Piper flipped through the communicator, "The location is a bar in the bustling area. Interesting to say, that bar seems to be the predecessor of HOPE, and its name was still there eighty years ago.Called 'McGill'..."

Three days later, the Lost City, McGill's Bar.

Rosie and Parisa sat on the corner of the second floor and had a panoramic view of the surrounding scenery.It is not much different from the HOPE in memory. This is also a two-story building. The first floor is a fully open hall, and the second floor is surrounded by a circle of private rooms. The layout has hardly changed.

The decoration style is quite different. Eighty years later, the airtight private rooms are still one-way glass, and the people inside can see the outside, but from the outside, the glass is bright black, scattering dazzling light.color arc.Another eye-catching difference is the dome-like ceiling, dotted with reflective paint on a navy blue background, no matter where you look up at the bar, you can see the vast galaxy.

Luoxi vaguely remembers that Rolla's full name is Rolla McGill, and this place seems to be her family business, probably because she thought the name was ugly, so she changed it again, renovated the bar, removed the romantic starry sky and glass, and replaced itToday's HOPE comes from more confusing spotlights and more practical walls.

It was a day off, the bar was bustling, and the noise on the first floor was deafening.Rosie leaned over the railing to sort out the people coming and going, and felt that even the railing was shaking.He carried a slender baseball bat storage bag on his shoulders, lowered his peaked cap, and chewed pink bubble gum in his mouth, looking like a punk.

The bag contained sniper rifle accessories, and he could install the gun in the dark in just a dozen seconds.Rosie is happy with the location of the action, at least he doesn't have to wear women's clothes anymore; by comparison, Parisa next to him is in terrible pain, trying to hear a tune or two in the heavy metal frenzy, the consequencesIt is the eardrum that has been severely tortured.

"I think," Rosie spat, "Cecina won't put clues in the same way again, she's a person who likes new things and will try to avoid doing repetitive things."

Parisa smiled wryly, and raised her hand to cover the ear far away from Rosie: "You're right. I really didn't hear any information in today's melody. The lead singer here is always out of tune."

"We might as well just wait here for Se..." Rosie said casually, then broke off suddenly.Seeing the person coming in from the door, he was so startled that he almost swallowed the whole piece of bubble gum, and whispered, "Fuck."

"What's wrong?" Parisa also got up to look.

The door of the bar was pushed open, and a group of people dressed in different styles squeezed in.The leader was wearing sunglasses, and his cold face seemed to say "I'm here to beat people up". The fly in the ointment was that there were no tattoos on the back of his open collar, and the people behind him looked like gangsters one by one, with dyed hair.Colorful, iron rods and switchblades jingled, and a group of demons poured into the first floor like dancing wildly.

Even though the sunglasses covered most of her face, Rosie recognized Deng Huailing at a glance.He held his forehead weakly, vigilant and ashamed for Deng Huailing: "Who did this lunatic find..."

"It's a bounty hunter." Parisa took up the conversation, "I heard that the hunters in the main city have long coveted the lock of the brain, but they usually move sporadically and cannot pose a threat. Deng Huailing should gather themtogether."

While speaking, the man wearing sunglasses raised his head, looked over here, and saw Rosie and Parisa standing side by side, without any expression, sat down at the bar and ordered a cup of tea.The people he brought fell into pieces in an instant and merged into the sea of people on the first floor. Rosie stared at the somewhat lonely figure, her eyes gradually became serious.

He still hasn't forgotten what the other party said when we parted last time. It seems that the man is going to have a serious relationship with him, and he will not give up until he reaches his goal.

Rosie clutched the bag of sniper rifles, and he's not one to let things go.Deng Huailing wanted the lock of the brain, so he would not let the other party get it easily, so as not to be coerced in the future and restrained everywhere.

He was still thinking about it, when he suddenly heard Parisa beside him say, "I was thinking, how about returning the command right to you this time? But only this time, only at the McGill bar."

Rosie was startled: "Why?" He didn't believe that the young man with sly green eyes in front of him would be so kind.

"Probably because of what you said a few days ago," Parisa leaned on the sofa, her hair hanging down her forehead, "reminds me that I don't seem to treat you as a real person. Even if I know where yourWeakness, I don't seem to know you very well, you are still a mystery to me, Rosie, I don't know why I like you - is it because of your former power, your face, or something else?"

"I have a very dangerous idea... I want to know your thoughts and behavior. Although I can't control you and make me feel uneasy, it's better than falling in love with you in a daze, right?"