Chapter 76

After having several escorts escort the brothers and sisters back, Lorraine Hill continued to take the carriage back.

Hoplaner is a bit more lively at night than in the daytime. After a hard day's work, everyone likes to go for a ride. There is no 996 working system in this world. In addition, there is no convenient and bright electric light, so we usually have a rest after dark.

There are lanterns hanging on the street stalls, some selling trinkets, snacks, and even music iron boxes. This is an alchemy prop, which can record the sound and then play it. After several improvements, the price is not expensive.

The orange light outside the window shines into the dark carriage. As the carriage moves forward, the light and dark shadows turn and regress on the small table. Listening to the noise of the night market outside, Lorraine Hill remembered the scene of his previous life when he was off work, and it was the same.

In the lightless bus, the high-rise buildings beside the road are like the neon lights of stars, which reflect the night. The orange light sprinkles on the tired face, which is very quiet. We only hear the roar of the bus and the station announcement. We all sit together, but we are silent. We can only occasionally see the faces illuminated by the light of the mobile phone screen. In the face of such a quiet car, she used to feel lonely and enjoy it occasionally.

Loneliness is because working in a big city, it's hard to meet relatives and friends who used to be familiar with each other. Enjoyment is because she will not be disturbed by the people around her. She can enjoy the free and comfortable time when she is alone after work. She can do whatever she wants. Her free heart is like running in the field under the stars to wash away the dust and troubles of the day.

Lolan Hill leans on the armrest of the sofa and looks at the lights outside the window. He can't help feeling disgusted at the conspiracy of assassination. Why don't everyone want to get everything with their hands sincerely and diligently, but always want to take a shortcut. Once upon a time, the word "diligence" has become unpopular. Countless people publicize all kinds of anxieties in various channels. The overwhelming advertisements tell you that only in this way can you be considered as "advanced" and successful. You have to make a lot of money and get rich overnight. You have to live as an example to be admired by others. You care about your future more than your parents. Then you sell their courses and products and tell them how to be more successful.

For the sake of being superior and competing, we no longer think about how to polish our products. Instead, we focus on advertising, bringing goods, hacking rivals and making stumbling blocks. The hypocritical face under the bright coat is hard to believe.

The carriage slowly drove into the courtyard of the chamber of Commerce, which made Lorraine Hill wake up from the deep memory, stepped out of the carriage, and then began to have dinner. Today's main course was roast cod, accompanied by vegetable soup, bacon bread, and a few coconut puddings.

Watching several maids set dinner in the candlelight, the girl frowned a little, then stretched out again, as if nothing had happened. After dinner, she went back to the bedroom to rest.

In front of the candlelight dresser, Lorraine Hill looked at himself in the mirror and blinked his transparent blue eyes. I am so easy to bully, again and again to assassinate themselves, not afraid of my revenge.

When the candle burns, it emits a faint fragrance, and a sleepy feeling begins to strike, but it is not very strong, very secret and not easy to detect. She looked at the candle and didn't blow it out. She did light a candle in her bedroom. Sometimes she would read books in the bedroom very late.

If she didn't know all this, some of the food in the dinner would have a wonderful reaction with the smell of the candle, making her sleep forever tonight and never wake up.

Looking at the long planned candle, she stood up slowly and thought, what would normal people do at the moment? Immediately call up the courtyard guard, close the chamber of Commerce headquarters, conduct a large-scale search, and then torture and reason one by one to find out the murderer behind the scenes?

It's like walking in a maze in thick fog. Everything is full of confusion and confusion.

These days, Chelsea's investigation found that Ceres was actually connected with the Ellis family. He did know about Mrs. Meira's past and did not make a full investigation. The carriage and coachman of the crossbow belong to the nissus family. Meilu's bodyguard suddenly moves. Don't the Ellis really know, or they think in reverse and deliberately do it, making people think it's someone else's planting and framing. Is the tissifoney family a mastermind or just a thug. And the blue poison on the guard sword came from a rare flower cultivated by anemie's family. How much of anemie's family participated in it.

All these thoughts just make Lorraine Hill feel a kind of disgust and anger from the heart. Is it so interesting to sow dissension and play with people?

He thinks that he is hiding in a safe dark place and teasing others with all kinds of conspiracies. Then he complains to show how clever he is and how skillful his means are. He can solve all situations by means of conspiracy, as if everyone is just a pawn in his hand. It's a waste of time to let the victim appreciate the murderer in return.

The girl opened the curtain and looked at the moonless starry sky, standing still for a long time.

Then her golden hair gradually faded, and then dyed a layer of translucent cyan. Her soft hair and skirt gradually floated in the evening wind, and her eyes kept flowing, just like emerald stars.

"You know nothing about real power."

As the voice falls, she jumps gently from the windowsill, and then her figure flies rapidly in the night, just like a rising star.

The wind is whistling in her ears, her hair is flying rapidly, her speed is faster and faster, breaking through layers of air currents, the earth is getting smaller and smaller in the field of vision, and the vast sky is getting closer and closer.

In the night of Hopland, there are thousands of lights scattered all over the place, and the lighthouse on the harbor is occasionally swept by light.

The earth is like a huge and dark canvas. The mountains and forests in the north are dark and dark. The cities built along the coast embrace the dark blue ocean like crescent moon. The lights on crescent moon are like stars on the ground. The ships entering the harbor occasionally are as small as ants.

Looking back and overlooking the land, countless atmospheres around loranshire began to flow, light winds within tens of kilometers began to circle, and countless green natural magic like fireflies flowed with the light wind. The horror of mythological talent began to show, and the raging wind became extremely gentle and obedient in her hands, as if everything should be so.

"Let's end this dumb game."

Lorraine Hill's right hand gently pressed, several kilometers of wind carrying gradually transparent natural magic, slowly falling from the sky.

The wind vane on the coast suddenly turns, the street trees are swaying in the wind, the leaves are clattering, the charcoal fire on the street stall is suddenly burning more and more bright, the whole city is slowly filled by the night wind, countless scenery, the position of characters, the voice of conversation are constantly fed back to Lorraine Hill's mind and consciousness through the night wind.

Dream and green eyes as if there is endless flow of information, wind blowing all, everything in this city is presented in front of her, no longer have any secrets to hide.

In the face of the enemy's scheming chess game, she directly kicked over, so simple and rough, powerful and efficient.

"It's you."