The postman didn't leave, and Mr. Kersma asked Mason to leave Sisi behind, and he had some other use.

In fact, when Mr. Kersma heard that there was a masked woman who was inquiring about Alfalfa Town, he knew who this woman was.

If there is any hatred that can make a woman chase after her all the time, even if she can't forget them after more than twenty years, then there is only one possibility. Plus before Walt...... No, what Johnson said, he knew that this woman was Anna.

Mr. Kersma's dinner was not as lavish as one might think, and perhaps most of the people in Alfalfa Town did not consider how sumptuous Mr. Kersma would be in the evening. He's just as he did many years ago, as long as he has meat and bread, he's satisfied, and if he can add some fresh leaves and soup, it's definitely a "hearty" dinner.

It's just that there are three more people at the table at Mr. Kersma's house tonight, Walter, who has been living with the pseudonym Johnson, who has been living in painful memories, Layton, who is getting older and shorter, and Layton, who is rumored to have a dragon bloodline, and Layton's youngest son.

In the evening Mrs. Kersma slaughtered a sheep for them, and made five roast chickens, and do not underestimate the amount of food that these guests and the members of the Kersma family eat, for the half-grown boys and girls were simply intimidating when they ate, how could their little bellies hold so many things?

After the silent meal, Mrs. Kersma returned upstairs with little Mr. Kersma and the other children in her arms, knowing that her husband had something to talk to the three guests alone.

"My son, Mason, you all know. He called me and told me a piece of news that shocked me!", and with that, Mr. Kersma took out his pipe from his pocket, lit it, took a puff, and leaned back in his chair to look at the cracked ceiling, as if caught in a memory.

However, Leighton, who has known Mr. Kerma for more than 30 years, knows his friend very well, and he must not be reminiscing about anything, he is waiting for the "next step". So he asked amusedly, "Oh, what is the news that can surprise you so much, I can't wait to know!", he accentuated the word impatient, and Mr. Kersma suddenly "came to his senses".

He pursed his lips with a hint of comfort in his eyes, "Anna is back, right in Turner." ”

Walter, who had quit drinking and went by the pseudonym Johnson, suddenly stood up, his movements a little wider, shaking the table, and even the chair he was sitting in was bounced out by his straight legs. There was some indescribable hatred in his eyes, as if it were hatred, but there was something else.

A few months ago, Walter had been drinking every day, and he was very drunk. They had doctors for Walt, good doctors and bad doctors, all of whom had the same diagnosis, but used a slightly different vocabulary depending on whether they were good or bad.

Good doctor: "This patient has been stimulated very intensely, so he is in a very poor mental state and sometimes has severe headaches. I suggested that he take painkillers for a long time to alleviate some conditions that I didn't know about, which would make him feel better. ”

Bad doctor: "He's a psychopath, you know? He's got a brain problem, and he can't be cured." I suggested that if he messed up, give him the back of his head, and he would be relatively quiet. By the way, are you coming to play cards at night?"

Walter drank heavily to numb himself and relieve his head pain, and cheap alcohol was cheaper and more readily available than expensive painkillers, so he was always drunk.

Until he saw Anna, Anna didn't recognize him.

From that day on, he found that his head no longer hurt and that he would no longer hallucinate, so he quit drinking, which some have dubbed "the incredible oddities of Alfalfa Town", and is said to involve ghosts and religion.

But the old friends all know why he is good, because he knows that he can't escape, and everyone is mentally prepared for the arrival of this day, so he doesn't show much surprise now.

"What are you going to do?", asked Layton, who was an assistant to Mr. Kersma, who had been present in nearly seventy percent of the last assassinations, and who had shown himself to be far more ferocious.

Mr. Kersma stretched out his finger and motioned for Walter to sit down, "That's why I've invited you to dinner, and lo and behold, I'm old, and that bastard Mason can't even kill a cow, and this matter needs to be solved, so I'll leave it to you." If any of you have any different ideas, you can bring them up before you go. ”

Layton shook his head, as did his youngest son, and all eyes were on Walt. Walter's expression was very distorted, and no one could afford his beloved wife to kill his children and parents in front of him, and he couldn't do it. In the past, he had been avoiding it, but the last time he saw Anna, he realized that there was another emotion in his heart that had been hidden by him, and he wanted revenge!

It was a good opportunity, and Mr. Kersma gave him this opportunity.

He lowered his head, his hands clenched into fists on his knees, and after a moment, he nodded his head vigorously, "I'll go!"

"Very good, very good, so can I continue to call you Walt from this day forward?", Mr. Kersma exhaled in satisfaction, "Damn Johnson, what kind of shitty name is this, or Walter is better." ”

Mr. Kersma raised his hand slightly, "Gentlemen, I have asked Seci to give that woman a black post, tomorrow night at twelve o'clock, let the blood stain the darkness red!"

Anna, who had studied the materials all night and made many phone calls, did not leave Turnaire, and since much of the materials were now paper-based, it was a lot of trouble to look them up. For example, in order to avoid taking up more space, older materials have been packed and thrown into the warehouse area, and it is not easy to find a certain document from a pile of data bags, first of all, the physical strength is not something that ordinary people can bear.

Secondly, the information from some departments needs to be further processed, such as getting more information from the local police department, or someone else in the local area who knows more inside information, etc., so she will stay in Turnaire for two days. It would be two days before she left, heading west to join Amp and finally help them find those responsible for the terrorist attack.

From morning to afternoon, Anna spent her room rummaging through the materials that she had read several times, and Amp taught her a little secret, if she couldn't figure out something, then she would look through all the materials in order, constantly changing the order of her searches, and it was very likely that she would find something from the available evidence that she had not found before.

In the afternoon, she went out to relax—in fact, she was also a little inexplicably flustered in her heart, she had been chasing this group of people for more than twenty years, and had spent almost her entire life, even giving up her face. Now that hope is in front of her, she has a hunch that she must not be looking in the wrong direction this time, but the more certain she is, the more something indescribable is churning in her heart. So she made an excuse to go out to run errands in the afternoon, but actually went for a walk to relieve her psychological burden.

There's nothing fun about Turnier, the new mayor is caught up in a struggle with the old party, and he has no time to develop the city, and there is a smell of decay everywhere. On the side of the road, the high-class people in dresses and hats, their expressions full of disdain, looked at the rickety inferior people who walked past them, and their jaws were raised so that they almost lost sight of the road in front of them.

There was always a group of young people standing on the corner of the road, their gaze lingering for a moment on everyone who passed them.

It's a very bad city!

Anna walked and stopped, and finally found a park outside the city center, walking in the quiet park, looking at the trees and flowers that had sprouted, she found a stone bench and sat down without any expression. She pulled out a cigarette and lit it, then pulled out the necklace she had been carrying from her neckline. The necklace wears a pendant, a very common one, with a beautiful pattern on the outside, and a round pendant that can hold two small photos inside when opened.

She has worn this pendant for twenty-five years, the first is a bust of her when she was young, and next to her there is a man with a tense face, but the corners of his mouth are slightly raised, and the two are standing very close.

The second photograph is of a baby in swaddling clothes, taken when he was a full year old.

Both of these photos were yellowed, faded, and cracked, and she had tried her best to keep them, which were very precious to her!

Representing her in the past!

When her fingers were already feeling the warmer and warmer, she dropped the cigarette she had only smoked on the floor and reclosed the pendant and tucked it back into her neckline. Looking at the somewhat dark sky, he put his hands in his pockets and began to walk back.

When she returned to the hotel where she was temporarily staying, she saw something black on the table, as if a huge hammer had struck her hard.

duang！

She felt her hands in her pockets tremble slightly, and glanced at the two fools sitting next to her who were flipping through the materials, and asked in a slightly trembling voice, "Who sent the black envelope on the table?", she pretended to be casual and walked to the table and picked up the black envelope.

The two idiots looked at her blankly, as if to say they didn't know about it!

In the back alley of the hotel, Ceci took off the clothes of the hotel attendant, took a deep breath, and walked towards the alley with his head down.