“...... You should know that this is a very rude move. ”

Holden's diction is very blunt, and there is a harshness behind the accusation.

Thunder Peters was stunned as if he had been punched to the bridge of his nose by a frontal punch, and a look of astonishment appeared in the depths of his eyes, "...... I thought we were friends. ”

"We are indeed friends, but it is precisely because of this that we should abide by each other's bottom line and respect each other's privacy, isn't it?" Hoden was not flustered at all, but behind his lazy idleness, there was an unquestionable toughness and firmness, as well as a little contempt.

To be honest, Holden's talent seems to be full when it comes to provoking others.

Thunder Peters' pupils could clearly see a surge of anger, glaring at Howlen fiercely, "This matter, you asked for our help in the first place!"

"Yes. Hodden simply admitted, "I'm sorry, I made a mistake." ”

This sentence, Holden is sincere, he should not ask Ray Peters and Brutus for help, the follow-up things about Nightingale are obviously out of control, and now even Holden is not sure where this fire will burn.

It is precisely because Horden realizes his mistake that he is even more determined that he needs to pull back from the precipice before the mistake further ferments and spreads.

But for Ray Peters, it's like a slap in the face:

He thought they were friends and offered to help, his friend with Brutus...... There are not many, their identities and families are doomed, the friends around them are driven by interests and positions, it is rare to see the sincerity, it is rare to be able to find like-minded friends, he is happier than anyone else, and he sincerely hopes that he can help Horden solve the problem.

However, now it seems that he took it for granted.

"A mistake", it's as if to say that their friendship is a mistake.

"......" Countless words swirled around his mouth, but Thunderpeters was not the type to be good at words after all, and finally swallowed them all, "I know. ”

Ray Peters also had his own pride and self-esteem, packed up his things, didn't say anything more, just stood up and turned away.

The quarrel between Hodden and Thunder Peters came very suddenly and ended very quickly, and neither Robben nor Brutus had time to react, and then they only saw Thunder Peters go away like a tornado.

Brutus finally reacted, staring at Holden with wide eyes, and expressing intense confusion in his eyes: What the hell is going on between you?

Hoden was still the same lazy look, didn't speak, just shrugged his shoulders, and just let it go without any intention of redeeming it.

"Unreasonable!" Brutus shook his head at Hoden, completely incomprehensible, "You know what? Goddess Dota, please give me the strength to avoid beating this guy hard. ”

After saying that, Brutus also quickly stood up and quickly chased in the direction of Ray Peters.

Stomp and tread.

Stomp and tread.

The sound of running footsteps echoed through the library, quickly disappearing into the stacks of bookshelves.

Robben's eyes were filled with confusion, "What the hell is going on? It's not like your style." He's trying to help, and he's trying to be a good friend. ”

"Why? You're getting used to being friends with them, I thought your attention was always on Samuel, and you didn't have the heart to enjoy school life. Hoden's languid tone could easily stir up the anger of others.

Even Robben's cold face stiffened, "If you're trying to provoke me, then you've succeeded." ”

But after this period of getting along, Robben still knows more about Horden, and he also knows that this is not Hoden's usual consistent style - lazy to lazy, complaining to complaining, but Horden is not an indifferent person, so Robben has more patience than Ray Peters.

Taking a deep breath, Robben barely controlled his emotions and turned to face Howlen, "What's going on, is there something I need to know?"

"You're smarter and more knowledgeable than I am, and you should know that they just want to help, right? When I was about to turn around and leave alone, you kept me and offered to say that we needed to work together, so what prompted you to change?"

Robben's voice was steady and calm, and he still accurately grasped the context in the chaos, and he knew that Hoden was not the kind of personality that said that the wind was the rain.

"It's different. Howlen whispered, "You and I have reasons why we have to pursue them, but they don't. ”

"But we need more resources to get to the bottom of it, that's why you asked them for help in the first place, and what's the difference between now and three weeks ago? Ray just wants to help, even if you don't want to, there's no need to be so tough, it's not like your style of doing things at all. Robben didn't waver easily and still stuck to the point.

Hoden's eyes were still half-closed, and he was thinking about how to tell Robben about it, and maybe now was the best time, "Nightingale is dead." ”

Robben was slightly stunned.

"In the 10th district, in a very cruel and bloody way, he cut open his abdomen, took out his internal organs, and after being terrified to the extreme, killed himself. ”

"I accidentally crashed into the investigation, rummaged through some clues, and then that night, the entire building of his apartment was engulfed in flames. ”

Two simple sentences, Hoden said lightly, always with half-closed eyes in a lazy posture, but the amount of information was too large and too turbulent, and it roared down unexpectedly, so that Robben could only feel the buzzing above his eardrums, and his brain couldn't turn around-

He needed a little time to digest it.

Stomp. Trample.

There was a faint sound of footsteps in my ears, from far and near, and finally stopped.

Hoden snapped his eyes open, stopped talking, sat up, turned his head, and saw Ray Peters coming and going.

It's just Ray Peters.

After waiting for a while, Brutus slowly paced over with a helpless face, looked at the silent Ray Peters and the surprised Holden, explained with his own understanding, looked at Horden and explained, "Ray ...... He still wanted to be clear. He doesn't like things to leave doubts, and even if something goes wrong, it's best to be able to make it clear to his face, otherwise he will constantly torture himself. ”

"I'm sorry, but that's his personality. Monsieur Froude and Argrini always liked to talk halfway, and then let him guess everything, and he always guessed wrong. At home, he always needs to figure out what other people think, so he doesn't like to be with friends either. ”

Brutus looked at Howlen with a pleading look, "Can you talk openly and honestly, what the hell is going on?"

The words slowly fell, and Brutus gradually noticed the strangeness of the atmosphere, and even Robben kept his head down and didn't make any sound, "...... Wait, why do I feel a little weird? Is something not quite right?"