173 The tip of the iceberg
Nightingale's eyes were about to crack, and her fragile mind was completely disintegrated under Holden's guidance and hints, and it seemed that even the trembling voice could feel the collapse from the depths of her heart, and her saliva and snot were sticky all over her face, and her embarrassed and dirty appearance made others a little unbearable.
It's as if they're bullying an innocent victim.
It's true that Nightingale looks like a victim — and maybe he is, but Holden, Samuel, and Robben are just as victims. Therefore, what they need to do now is to unite and find the perpetrators behind the scenes, only in this way can they get out of the vicious circle of the weak bullying the weak.
"I'm just a middleman, and for every person I introduce, I get paid five kis, that's all. I don't really know anything. ”
"I'm just an ordinary poor student, with an 80-year-old grandmother, a six-year-old sister and a four-year-old brother, and I'm constantly looking for part-time jobs to make a living!"
"I had no choice but to do it. But I didn't know it was going to happen! I swear! I never had an accident before, otherwise I wouldn't have kept going. ”
In a hurry, Nightingale confided everything, but there was not much new, and it was the same set of rhetoric that was similar over and over again, and occasionally some new fragments of content could appear, but it was also very limited, always revolving around the "introduction of work", but there was no idea about the content of the work and the dinner party.
Either he really doesn't know anything, or he ...... Cunning is a rank higher.
Robben obviously thought it was the latter, he didn't believe a word Nightingale said at all, and when he saw Nightingale begging for mercy with a handful of snot and tears, he couldn't help it anymore, and his anger exploded like this, completely without the usual calm appearance of the iceberg, and grabbed Nightingale by the collar with one step.
"Because all those accidents have disappeared! If it weren't for Holden's luck! We never know what happened, so how could anyone come to you to settle accounts? Those accidents, one by one, were all human lives! Did you know? They were all fresh lives! Not a number, but a real life!"
Anxiety and anger overwhelmed Robben's mind, hoarse and exhausted, Hoden did not expect such a surprise situation, obviously, Samuel's disappearance had unimaginable effects, and the result was that Robben accidentally revealed the key information:
Holden. Survive.
Once the mastermind behind this key information is known, Hoden may be the next person to be killed.
Hodden didn't have time to stop it at all, and in the end he could only hold his forehead, if Nightingale really pretended to be a pig and ate a tiger, then things would be unimaginable, but looking at Robben's red eyes and trembling shoulders, it didn't stop Robben-
Now that the wood is in the boat, let's see if Robben can ask for something.
What's more, they have been exposed to Nightingale, who knows if Nightingale really doesn't remember Holden, or pretends not to remember? Moreover, if Nightingale has the heart to explore, he can also find Holden's identity along the way.
Today's layout and planning are really too rough, and there is no plan at all.
But at this point, Holden didn't have time to think through the hole-ridden situation, instead focusing on the immediate situation. Hopefully, Nightingale will reveal more information.
Robben was indeed red-eyed, and his hands were firmly on Nightingale's neck, "Say, what do you know? What is going on at that banquet? Why didn't you become a waiter, but a middleman? Who are you connecting with? Tell me everything you know!"
In a fit of rage, Robben still grasped the crux of the matter:
Although Nightingale always insisted that he knew nothing, even if he was telling the truth, he could still break the tip of the iceberg.
Nightingale's neck was choked, saliva flowed uncontrollably, her whole face was swollen and red, she couldn't speak even if she wanted to, and even began to roll her eyes, and she was about to pass out.
Hoden stopped Robben at this point, "Let him speak." ”
Robben reluctantly let go of his hands and threw Nightingale out of the way.
Nightingale leaned against the corner, barely supporting her body, her head drooping weakly, as if she could not make a sound at all.
Haddon stepped forward, crouched down, and said with a smile on his face, "Don't play dead. Or am I letting you really try what life is better than death?"
The smiling gentle words carried a murderous aura, Nightingale instantly shivered, forced himself to straighten his neck, and swallowed his saliva hard, "I said I said." ”
"But what I just said is true. I don't know exactly what that is. At first, I also found the job of the waitress and went through a medical examination, but they said that I did not pass the examination. But I really, really needed that job, and it was four crooks!"
"I can't give up. ”
"So, I found my middleman again, but he couldn't do it, and he blamed me instead, because I didn't pass the audit, not only did he not get a commission, but he also needed to be fined five kis. ”
"Later, I went to the examination center and asked them again and again why I was not able to pass the medical examination. ”
"They weren't able to give me an answer. My check-up indicators are all in order, my identity is very healthy, and I am as strong as the legendary dragon!"
"But the fourth time I visited there, a middle-aged man appeared and he said he couldn't help me get through the check, but he was able to give me another job. ”
Robben was a little stunned, so bizarre and so ...... It's funny, I never thought that Nightingale would actually bump into it like this, because it was too unreal but there was a sense of reality, "What does that middle-aged man look like?"
"Very ordinary. He has a long face, a big beard, and always wears a suit. Nightingale's description is a bit clumsy, but Holden captures the key points:
Beard.
Although beards are a popular trend in Iwabuchi, and men of different ages and classes grow beards, which is part of the style, beards are also very particular, trimmed or not, how to trim, what style, etc., all can be seen in class and background.
Hoden immediately cut right in and asked, "What kind of beard does he have?"
Nightingale didn't know why, but she replied obediently, "The mustache is finely trimmed, and the tail of the beard still has a small curl, and it seems that it has been specially oiled." ”
Such iconic physical features, even without careful observation, can make a lasting impression, Nightingale gives a detailed description.
Although it is still insufficient, the whole image has become vivid and concrete, at least it is no longer a vague outline. Diagram of the Avenue of the Heavens