228, the whisper heard by Tina

Tina slept very unsoundly.

In the dream, she returned to that helpless night, by the dark river. Fear and anger tore at her heart, her soul. Those two pairs of dirty but powerful hands caressed and violated his body, and the palms were greasy and soft, making people sick and sick.

She wanted to scream, she wanted to shout, but a hand grabbed her neck, she couldn't breathe, her head ......swelled, and she saw the man, the gentle, calm face, that face appeared, but did nothing, just stood coldly and watched.

Countless faces flashed before her eyes, Uncle Jose, Daddy, Diggle, Sanchez, and finally transformed into a face, which was no longer gentle and calm, but full of beard and hideousness. The face was suddenly closer, very close to him...... the hand on his body was gone, and the hand that was holding his neck was also loosened...... The face faded away, as if shaking its head and sighing, with pity and indescribable emotions in its eyes......

The face faded away......

"Mo Lei!"

Tina sat up from the bed and reached forward with one hand, as if to grasp the fading face, the sudden sense of loss.

She slowly lowered her arms and looked around, her purple satin quilt kicked to one side, her calves exposed. The lamp on the bedside table emits a faint yellow glow, enveloping the area in shadow. Two meters away from the bed, you can see the appearance of her cape in the huge dressing mirror, the dark wooden door is closed, and a ray of light shines through the crack under the door, shining on the gray patterned carpet. The curtain on the right hangs low, and a floor lamp stands alone in the corner, and next to it is a chaise longue, on which is a messy discarded dress.

Where is this?

Oh, and this is the place where Cole has arranged for himself.

A place to hide.

Glancing at the small square clock next to the lamp, it was 6 o'clock in the morning.

However, I couldn't sleep, and I was afraid of going into a nightmare again.

She thought a little about Mo Lei. Mo Lei was here, and the demons and monsters fled when they heard the news.

Uncle Jose is dead! Dad told himself not to go back and to stay here.

She only spent a few days with Uncle Jose, but the sensitive Tina knew that José was genuinely good to her, just like her father.

However, he died.

He said it wasn't because of himself that he died, but Tina knew that it was because of herself. Some people want to catch themselves and blackmail their fathers, from Mexico City all the way to Bogotá.

Why is your world turned upside down? What the hell is Daddy doing? Before Uncle Jose died, he told himself that his father was not a bad person, but who was he? Why do so many people want to kill him, but also kill themselves.

Thinking of this, the pent-up fear and sadness spread like a tide again. She clasped her shoulders helplessly, her legs bent, her chin resting on her knees, and stared blankly at the purple satin quilt.

As she prepared to lie down again, Tina felt thirsty. She got out of bed with her legs outstretched, sat on the edge of the bed, and reached for the glass on the bedside table. But the water cup was empty, and the water he poured before going to bed had already been drunk by himself.

The kitchen is downstairs, and it's almost dawn anyway, so I can't sleep.

Tina picked up her glass, stepped barefoot on the soft carpet, and gently opened the wooden door.

The hallway was softly lit, also covered with a thick Indian carpet, and on the walls hung two oil paintings, one of José alone, wearing a blue suit with a pleasant smile on his face. The other is the José brothers, the three brothers in the painting are all young, José and Cole surround the younger brother in the middle, and the third brother Delis is still green and has a beard that deliberately looks old. The first time Tina saw these two paintings was when she arrived at José's house, and she praised the painter for his good skills and the spirit of his paintings. José grinned and pointed to his nose and gracefully bowed to Tina in gratitude for her appreciation. At that time, Tina was taken aback, she thought that the people who dealt with her father should only know how to dance knives and guns.

Uncle José is dead.

Tina's brown eyes were mesmerized with mist.

She rubbed her eyes, raised her hand to tuckle the blonde hair that hung from the corners of her mouth behind her ear, and stood in front of the painting to look at José.

Someone downstairs was talking, and Tina heard it.

The sound in my ears was strange, not strange, but the speed of speech, extremely fast, like rap music.

“…… Help is mutual, we can support each other, this world is like this, today I help you tomorrow you help me ......"

"I can't sleep well, I'm afraid I will regret it for the rest of my life!"

The voice was soft, but Tina could still hear it, it was Cole's voice.

"Oh my dear, know that every great advance in the history of mankind has come at the cost of many lives. You're doing it right, and great things need to be commensurate with resources. ”

Cole muttered something Tina hadn't heard clearly, and she couldn't help but take a few steps ahead and walk to the side of the stairs. She looked down and could faintly see the back of a man's head and a white shirt, with José sitting across from him. The man was black.

"Let's lift the veil of sentimentality and face the brutal truth. Dear, yes, for the sake of order we must sacrifice some human lives. José is old, and his style is no longer suitable. You know what I mean? The world has gone mad, and we have to change it, and we have to stop the crazy people from destroying the world. Whose shoulders does this responsibility lie? Yes? It will fall on a small group of people, people who have the right and the moral power to change the world. People will always die, they may die from war, they may die from diseases caused by poverty, but what is the value? Here, he died as he deserved, and you gained power and status, and you got the opportunity to change history. You won't live on people's breath anymore, and you can do what you wanted to do but couldn't......"

"But they are my brothers, born of my compatriots!" Cole's voice was tired and helpless.

"Yes yes, they are not just your brothers, but also great people, and I mourn them in my heart. However, their deaths represent the end of an era, you know? The end of one era represents the beginning of another, and they died to give their lives for the sake of this world, although not willingly, I mean, Cole, dear Cole, in the future, Barranquilla will be yours, understand? You are the emperor of the city. ”

The black man's speech is subdued and frustrated, and it is extremely incendiary and infectious.

Cole across from him was silent for a long time, as if he had finally let go of the burden in his heart, and let out a long breath, "So, is there anything I need to do next?"

"Oh my God, this is your business, what you wanted to do but couldn't do, now you can do it boldly and confidently, it doesn't need me to teach you, you know? You are an independent underground emperor, I am only your advisor, your friend, when you need me, you call me, I will come to help you. Of course, maybe at some point, I'll need your little help, like need your influence or something, and this kind of thing is just a gesture for you, and I won't let my friends do things that are beyond my ability, you can rest assured. ”

"I see!"

"Then, I should go too, under the premise that the sky is bright, I am too conspicuous."

"You ......"

"Don't ask me where I'm going, you know! I won't say, and you don't have to ask, that we are two streams that rush to each other and will meet at the end of the sea. The black man's voice was lighthearted, as if he had finished a difficult job, and as if he was comforting his brother.

"Understood!" Cole seemed to be nodding heavily, a word spoken with a trill.

"Please don't blame yourself, my brother!"

The black man stood up, reached for his coat and put it on his arm, and Tina quickly ducked against the wall.

"If it is for the sake of good motives, even the greatest evil deeds will be forgiven!" The black man added again, and footsteps rang out. He had already stepped down the carpet and onto the marble floor of the living room leading to the porch.

Tina held her breath and poked her head out of the edge of the stairs to watch. She only saw the tall back of the black man walking side by side with Cole's fat body, Cole's figure was the size of two black people, but he was hunched over, looking humble and humble.

A bodyguard pushed the door open from the outside, the black man walked out, and José closed the door inside and walked into the porch. Tina quickly took a few steps back from where she was and hurried to her room. She heard footsteps leading from the downstairs porch to the stairs, pushed the door open, rushed inside, and closed the door.

The door lock clicked and locked.

Tina leaned her body against the door, her body trembling uncontrollably, the cup she was holding in her right hand hung limply at her side, her left hand covering her mouth, tears streaming down her face.

If I hadn't guessed wrong, it was their own brother who killed José and Delis, Cole!

Her world is quickly falling apart again!

There was a sudden soft knock on the wooden door behind her, and Tina reflexively rushed forward and looked back.

Outside the wooden door, the knocking continued.

Tina walked quickly to the bed, put the cup in her hand on the stall, curled up in the quilt, curled up into a ball, resisted the trembling of her body and the choking of her throat, and asked in a loud voice, "Who?" ”

"Tina, it's me, Uncle Cole!"

Touching the phone next to the pillow, Tina grabbed her mobile phone and quickly entered the address, typed the three letters 999, and sent it to a mobile phone number left by Mo Lei.

Sent successfully! Deleted successfully!

"I haven't gotten up yet."

"Oh, Tina, I saw you just now!"

At the door, Cole's voice was still calm, but it stopped in Tina's ears like the screams of the devil in hell.

"Open the door!"