If Mr. Turner is the latest fourth suspect to surface, it seems likely, but Hodden prefers a different guess.

"Darrell, who's spying on Susanna?" said Ned, who had found Susanna.

Darryl had also mentioned it before, but at that time they didn't pay much attention to this clue, so they didn't ask further.

A wry smile tugged at the corners of Darrel's mouth, as if he was laughing at himself and complaining, "That's a private detective." I guess. I didn't ask in depth, I mean. ”

"After all, Suzanne left on her own initiative, and she had already run away from me, what could I do? Even if I found her again, she wouldn't need me anymore, because she already had everything she was after. Darryl began to smoke again, the red butt slowly brightening.

"Kids. Hoden had the answer.

Darryl nodded slightly, his smile full of helplessness and sadness, "The only thing she desires is what I can't give her, and Victor can give her this, but Victor doesn't know how to cherish it." ”

"I always thought that maybe she and her children were still living happily ever after, and the only thing I could do was stop disturbing her life, but I didn't think about ......"

The words were just told here, and the words that followed dissipated into the silence of the air, and Darryl was still unable to control his emotions after all, and hung his head heavily, hiding his embarrassment and vulnerability, his shoulders shrugged slightly, and the light of the cigarette butt slowly disappeared.

"Hoo ......"

Hodden slowly dissipated the light element hidden in his voice, his tense nerves relaxed, and his psionic control gradually relaxed.

On the surface, Horden was so comfortable that he didn't notice anything out of the ordinary, and he brought Darryl into his own rhythm without a word, even Issa and Parcia were no exception.

In fact, Hoden was very, very difficult, this was his first formal challenge attempt, using a technique similar to hypnosis, through psionic energy to give voices, eyes and movements more confusing and guiding emotions -

This was inspired by the "St. Peter's Examination Center", and then combined with Professor Bertinos's experience of pacifying mastiffs in his class, all spiritual energy was condensed on mind control, and his every move was used to weave a large net, step by step to guide the prey into the net.

After a dream-like epiphany before, Horden had a different interpretation of psionic control and elemental sensitivity, and today is a small test.

However, with Hoden's current ability, he is still a little reluctant, he must control every detail, ensure that the light element can penetrate every detail, and use his understanding of rhythm and rhythm to achieve the desired effect as much as possible, but every detail is like a wild horse, always on the verge of getting out of control, which also forces Hoden to concentrate as hard as he can.

There was also a faint sweat on his forehead.

Judging from the effect, it actually did not achieve the hypnosis expected by Horden, at most it only made the other party relax their vigilance and open their hearts, and the power still needs to be strengthened.

But judging from the results, Darryl still told the truth, and also released the emotions that had been suppressed for ten years, which can also be regarded as a steady first step.

Gradually, the noise transmitted from far and near, and the darkness of the night slowly faded like a tide, and then the loneliness and loneliness of being in an isolated and helpless Jedi began to dissipate, as if it were ...... It's as if it's lively again, and the popularity and vitality are warm again.

Slowly, Isa's mood also relaxed, and it seemed that there was no way to feel the cold wind just now, but now he finally began to shiver, and his mind cleared up, but the gap was not too obvious, more like listening to the story so engrossed in listening to the story that he ignored what was happening around him.

Now that the story is over, it reacts, which makes Issa a little confused-

Did something just happen?

What the hell just happened?

Subconsciously, Issa cast a questioning gaze at Holden.

Holden looked over with wide eyes, and his innocent eyes didn't understand what Issa was doing at all, but took the initiative to say with his mouth:

What's next?

Issa was not fooled, she always felt a little strange, but she couldn't say a reason, turned her head to look at Pasia, and then found that Pascia showed a slightly drunken blurred eyes, and the corners of her relaxed mouth seemed to be able to see Harazi looming, which made Issa frown slightly:

Is Parcia sure it's okay?

Despite the confusion, unable to find an answer, Issa finally had to touch the back of her neck and take Hordon and Paxia to say goodbye.

After taking a few steps, Holden's footsteps paused, and he looked back at Darryl.

Darryl still stood quietly under the street lamp, the cigarette in his hand had burned out, and only an extinguished cigarette holder remained, but he still stubbornly held it to his mouth, his eyes staring lonely ahead, his broad and straight shoulders drooping down, and the night swallowed him up little by little.

If it were other times, Hoden wouldn't have stopped, but tonight was a little different, as he was trying to hypnosis and channeling for the first time using psionic energy, and he wasn't sure if he had left a scar on Darryl's heart and if it would affect Darryl's life.

Sincerely, Hoden hopes that Darryl can find his own happiness, not because of sympathy, but because Darryl deserves it.

"The dawn of the dawn, the drizzle drifts, the sorrow of parting, entangles the heart. Wave goodbye, my dear.

One morning in the future, not too far away, you will call my name, and I will say goodbye to the past. ”

Softly, Hodden hummed a vague minor, turned and stepped along, keeping up with Issa and Paxia, and disappeared into the noisy crowd of night.

The gentle sound of the wind sent the melodious and light moving folk song, like a bard walking on a country road, and the figure faded away, disappearing into the dream of green and blue.

Darryl couldn't help but raise his head, trying to find the source of the song, but in vain, he only saw the colorful lights shining brightly, and the bustling crowd could not see the specific faces, only unfamiliar masks crowded in the night like a flowing crystal river.

The melody that echoes in the ears is sad and gentle, but it hides a little free and relieved, chewing those words carefully, the regret and loss that are stuck in the chest fall lightly, and finally fall on the rock-solid heart, take root, sprout, proudly emerge a flower bone, waiting for the arrival of spring.

"Wave goodbye, my dear. Wave goodbye. ”