It took less time to squeeze the toothpaste than Ed had imagined, much shorter, much shorter and so much shorter.

The eldest brother named "Damon", who had just woken up, didn't know anything. He is tough at first, stating that he is "a principled warrior" who will not bow to a stranger and will not tell Ed anything.

Ed understands this kind of person, this kind of respectable person with "faith" and "persistence", a kind of cute person who is "stupid and admirable", and a kind of person like a groundhog who stands on a barren plateau and "screams at the top of his throat". They are not afraid of death, they are not afraid of sacrifice, and they can even say that they are longing for the moment of "great honor" for them, but they do not realize that all their obsession and belief are based on boring and ridiculous lies.

Principled warriors? Ed didn't say it, but he shook his head in his heart. He didn't know if the man in front of him really knew what he was fighting for.

It's not easy to deal with this kind of person, and it's not too difficult, and Ed has a lot of experience and enough patience to get him to speak. In fact, these two things can help a person to do any difficult thing, provided that he has overcome enough and enough hellish difficulties to get them.

But it turned out that his efforts were in vain. It's not completely in vain, but it's also a big part of it—a big part of it.

The things that Dimon said were things that Ed already knew. Ed also wondered if this guy had guessed that he already knew something from the sunglasses, so he cautiously made such a small disclosure. He tells Ed that he is just a "nonsensical" and "insignificant" minor character, and that he just received an urgent order from his boss, the Sunglasses, in the middle of the night to come to the house on this street and go to the owner to get "something".

The rest of him didn't know anything. He didn't even know who he was going to see, what he was going to take. Sunglasses simply said to him, "I'll know when the time comes." And he didn't have the slightest suspicion, because this was not the first time something like this happened, and it wasn't at all strange compared to some really outrageous missions he had performed before.

As for why he ended up in this situation after that, how the two owners of the house died, and who beat him up and tied him into a work of art bandage silkworm chrysalis, this tough guy is beaten to death and doesn't say more. Perhaps he had already guessed that based on the character of the sunglasses boss who had been knocked out and set aside, he should have only revealed the information he had just told Eddard at most. Maybe it's a little different from what he said, maybe it's a little bit more than what he said, but overall it's harmless. But if he goes on and on, it will be a big problem.

Despite his prediction, Ed felt discouraged. Dear Mr. Dimon did not give him much of a breakthrough in the practical sense.

After re-dividing the untied bandages, Ed tied up all four of them and threw them in the house. Then he walked into the hallway by himself, pushed open the broken door, which was of little use, and went out into the courtyard.

It's crazy. In the past, Ed would encounter some crazy things every once in a while, some of which he would never forget, but it was always just the beginning, because no matter how difficult and difficult things you get used to, you will never be able to shake you again. A boulder that can tear an entire city into a mess can indeed make huge waves, but only relative to a small waterhole. Throw it into the sea, and the so-called big waves are not even as good as small water drifts.

It's not strange to be crazy in the old days, it's not uncommon at all, but the problem is that Ed isn't in the old days now. It's been a few months since the old days ended, and Ed now has a new life, and he is even free to drink fragrant coffee without blood and nails every day. But in fact, a person can never really get rid of his past, and he can never really get rid of the influence of the past on himself, isn't it? It's like the quantum entanglement of the hell...... Like that shit, you're always going to find the shadow of the past behind you at some point, and the owner of the shadow is fucking yourself.

Ed chewed his teeth in his mouth and sat down with a snort, his ass hitting the steps. It wasn't until he got up the stairs that he remembered that he hadn't wiped it or put on something or something, and then he thought to hell with it. He wasn't afraid of dirt on his clothes, or any other dirty thing. The man who is afraid of that kind of thing never lives long in his world, and always dies very much like a joke.

Thinking sullenly, Ed unbuttoned the only button on his upper suit, and pulled the cigar box from his arms. He's just gone through a high-intensity physical workout, and now there's a lot of reason to give himself a good "halftime".

As he lit his own fire, Ed glanced at the cigarette case in his hand and paused slightly. Before he knew it, he had become accustomed to smoking this cigarette, this short, small cigarillo. It wasn't this one that he used to be good at, but another kind of Divine Tobacco that interstellar veterans often smoked, which was cheap and powerful, and it was very enjoyable to smoke.

Touching an itchy chaotic realm somewhere in his chest, Ed smashed his mouth, quickly lit his own small cigarette, and then held it in his mouth, temporarily cutting off the small ripples that suddenly appeared in his head. He held the cigarette case in front of his eyes, stared at it, and in a trance, his eyes flickered, and the focus slowly changed, and in a second he shifted from the cigarette case to the black shadow behind it.

Old mansions. The huge old mansion with the garden in the yard in need of much mruning, the old mansion that looked like a manor castle in this residential street that had nothing special like a green worm on a vegetable leaf, the old mansion that looked so dark even in the blazing daylight, it was there, it was still there, it had always been there.

Ed hadn't even noticed it. He had paid special attention to it before, but there was no reason to pay attention to it again—it should have been like this until just now, until Eddard's eyes drifted by pure coincidence, and half a human face was seen behind the glass of several tightly closed, unopen windows on the surface of the old mansion, and the leftmost part of the third floor was covered with vegetated vines.

At first he didn't tell it was a human face, or he wasn't quite sure it was. It didn't look like a face that you could often see on the street or anywhere else, it was an old man's face, a very thin old man's face, with gray sideburns and hair, at least sixty to seventy years old, about the same old lady Ed had knocked down in the neighborhood last time.

This one should be an old lady too. It seems that the old lady in Stuttgar looks about the same shape, and is a loner like many other old people. Most of them were the first to die with their spouses, while their children were away from work and rarely returned home, or simply died in the war. There is very little they can do on a daily basis, except to stay at home, to go outside and wander around, to take the bus or train from start to finish and back again. Some of them don't have enough legs, or they have more crutches, or they just have mechanical prosthetics. For example, Marcy's wealthy Uncle Epton.

Ed looked at the half of the face in front of him, at the exposed eye looking at him through the window, the yard, and the street, and at her as she clung to the window glass like a gecko, her long nose bent.

Finally, after taking two hard puffs, Ed's chest bulged, he exhaled a long breath of smoke, took out most of the remaining "cigarette butts" from his mouth, threw them on the ground, stepped on two feet, stood up unhurriedly, hugged his arms on the back of his head and stretched his waist.

As he passed by his car, Ed noticed a leaf falling on the front of the car. He picked up the leaves, pinched the stems in his hands and twisted them around, and slowly walked to the gate of the old mansion.

Unlike the shabby yard of the neighbor opposite, the courtyard gate of the old house is not only large, but also high-end, and it will not be opened at all without the control of the people in the house. Ed spotted the doorbell walkie-talkie on the wall next to the iron door, and immediately raised his hand to ring it.

He felt as if the old lady had been waiting for his visit. No one answered on the walkie-talkie at all, and the door to the front of the large villa in the courtyard opened directly after a short while, and then a somewhat rickety but steady scrawny figure walked out of it with a cane.

Everything was as Ed had expected, it was indeed an old lady. And not only the shape of her face, but her body shape is similar to the old lady he knocked down around here last time, her hairstyle is similar to the old lady he knocked down around here last time, the way she walks is similar to the old lady he knocked down near here last time, and most importantly, the elongated face of the old resentful woman who can't see a smile seems to be the same as everyone in the city owes her a purebred red-bearded black cat The look and expression of the purebred red-bearded black cat are also similar to the old lady he knocked down near here last time... …

“……”

This is the old lady he knocked down around here last time. Ed was closer this time, saw clearly, recognized it. The crutches he personally bought for her as compensation.

Turning around, Ed looked at his car on the side of the road not far away. There had never been a moment when he felt that his good-looking bargain was shining so golden in the sun that he wanted to jump in and take her to the beach resort for a spin and a sip of shark soup to warm his stomach.

He almost wanted to turn around and run away, but at the last moment he was able to control himself. He stood in place, outside the iron gate of the fence, looking at the old lady in the courtyard, watching her calmly and steadily take steady steps, slowly came to the door, and stopped standing.

She held the cane with both hands, trying to straighten her body, but she was still very rickety, her face was still so long, her expression was like a blackened brick, her eyes were very sharp, and she looked up at Ed outside the door without a trace of emotion.

Ed looked at the old lady, reached out and rubbed his face, rubbed his face vigorously, leaving red handprints on the kneaded dough, and stretched out his tongue and licked his lower lip.

"Madame Ben," he said, in a voice as dry as a jar of unpleasant vintage wine, "I am glad to meet you again. You look so good. ”