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“……”

After saying the last sentence, Julius casually threw the small special phone into the trash. This may be a bit underthought, but it is actually the safest. Knowing every corner of the ship, he knew that there were no surveillance cameras in the vicinity of this area, and the number of ordinary garbage cans on the entire ship was so numerous that no one would be bored to look at them one by one.

Now that his final task is basically complete, all he needs to do is find a place that is absolutely safe and wait. And as far as the current situation is concerned, he knows that there is only one place that can be called absolutely safe, and if there is no safety anywhere, then there is no other place that is safe.

When there was a knock on the door and Rockland opened it, Gotti was startled by Julius appearing in the doorway. The imposing steward of the Golden Sailing Ship, who had always been calm and calm in the dark heaven crowd present, was about the same age as an old professor, and he really didn't look very good at this time, and a discerning person could sense that something was wrong at a glance.

The calmness between his eyebrows was gone, and the whole person was full of tiredness and wheezing that could not be concealed, and his face was very bad, and it could even be said to be ugly, like a heart patient who had just finished a ten-kilometer run, and was finally told that his wife ran away with his agent after finally reaching the finish line. He didn't take a breath, he turned his back and lay on the spot, which in itself can be regarded as a miracle.

In the moment after the door opened, Julius seemed to want to open his mouth to say something, but as soon as he stepped forward, the residual breath in his body suddenly collapsed, and his legs fell forward weakly, and he was subconsciously hugged by Rockland, and his arms were inserted into the armpits on both sides of him, supporting him from falling to the ground.

Rockland blinked as he pressed his hand. What is this, is the porcelain coming? Not really.

He looked back and glanced at Gotti sitting inside. The latter was still sitting on the innermost booth in the spacious space of the large reception room, but he came down from the second floor, so that he could gather with his subordinates as soon as possible to dispatch forces if something happened. He had been sitting there without moving since the previous call, and of course the time had not passed for a long time, but only for more than ten minutes.

He leaned against the window, biting a large cigar that had just been lit in his mouth, and looked at this side of the door with an expression that he didn't know what to show, looking at Julius who was "touching porcelain" in Rockland's arms, and after thinking for a while, he still beckoned, signaling the former to take the manager of the Golden Sailboat, who was obviously unlucky enough, into the house, and at the same time asked his men to close the door to the large reception room.

Now that there are demons roaming outside, only she will never invade this is the only paradise.

"The cosmic star god is above," Gotti looked at his terrible face seriously and raised his eyebrows after Rockland helped Julius to sit down in front of him, "You look like the devil himself." ”

As he spoke, he took a sip of black tea. At the same time, Rockland poured a glass for Julius, and then stood behind Gaudí without saying a word.

"I can't agree with that, Mr. Gotttie. The devil is much more spiritual and beautiful than me. Julius didn't immediately clink his glass, but took a breath and said, "I just finished an unforgettable meeting with her. ”

Gotti laughed. "I think I've probably guessed what happened," he said, "and I'm just surprised that she was able to leave you with the strength to come here and take refuge." It's a bit out of line with her usual style. ”

"Because I lied."

"Lies?"

"A lie with mixed truths and falsehoods." Julius shook his head, waved his hand, picked up the black tea and took a sip, "Anyway, I don't want to get involved in what is going to happen next. ”

“……”

"What's wrong?" Julius asked, and he suddenly sensed that something was wrong with the way Gaudí looked at him.

"I wanted to say it when we first met," Gotti asked, looking at Julius with a slight frown, with a thoughtful and determined expression, "Have we met somewhere before?" Not recently, but ...... Sometime a long, long time ago? ”

Julius nodded. "I didn't think you would remember." He said, sighing, "Wonderful and unreasonable fate, sometimes just because you see something you shouldn't see, you have to pay a price you never thought of for it. ”

“…… Yes. Gaudí raised his head and let out a sudden sigh of surprise, then narrowed his eyes, then opened them again, "There is no coincidence—to you and to me." ”

"Yes, yes, yes, yes." Julius lowered his eyes, and his voice did not rise or fall.

"I think I've got it." Gotti squinted his eyes a little helplessly and looked out the window, then turned back, "What do you mean by saying 'you don't want to get involved in what will happen next'?" ”

Above—Gotti knew what was above the big reception room, and he hadn't been out of it for long.

Julius was silent for a moment, but not for long. He had done everything he had to do, and the outcome was doomed no matter what, and he had all come to his senses before he came here. Gotti is destined to be a player who will continue to participate in the game, and he is also a heavyweight who will know some things even if he doesn't tell him now, he will naturally know in the future, and the difference is only a matter of time, sooner or later.

"Miss Safatina is a very good person, there is no doubt about it. ......But after some deliberation, he looked up at Gaudí's eyes and said, "You and I, Mr. Gaudí, we are not the only pawns in this game...... And she's not the only chess player. ”

……

The light in the pool will always have some charm that cannot be imitated by machinery after the shallow water waves reflect the ripples. The glow continues to flow, and the long open rooms with strong visibility are eroded and impregnated, revealing the tranquil beauty of stalactite caves.

The place is even darker.

Salen sat on the couch, holding a glass of beauty in his hand that couldn't tell what color it was in the dark, and shook it gently and back and forth. He lay comfortably with one arm on the back of the sofa chair and his eyes on the low table in front of him. The murder weapon that Gotti used to beat himself fell back to the ground after Gotti let go, but of course it didn't return to its original position, it was just placed diagonally and casually, and no one pushed it right. There were no servants in the room to do such things, and the fellows in the shadows were not servants—at least not servants who did it—and as for Saren himself, he wished he had kicked it a little more crookedly, preferably to pieces.

But at this time, he was just casually and unconsciously kicking the corner of the low table with his feet, his face was silent, his gaze was unfocused and did not fluctuate, as if he was thinking about something. And he didn't move, and the whole room didn't move, like a black sarcophagus with the lid buckled.

And now, someone has come to knock on its coffin board.

When the rhythmic sound of "knock knock" reached his ears, Salen's mind seemed to be awakened and his spirit was reunited. The movement of his hands stopped, he stopped shaking the wine, and turned his head to look in the direction of the door below, and glanced at the huge double doors that seemed to lead to another world. He didn't speak, he didn't make a sound, and because of that, the whole room remained silent.

But the silence couldn't last. It's time to disturb its existence, and there has to be a result.

The knock on the door sounded again, and it rang out twice in a row, but there was no response. Neither Saren nor those eyes hidden in the shadows made the slightest move. In fact, if Gotti could have seen it, he would have easily noticed, as if those of them in this room had never touched the door leading to the outside. When he entered, it was Julius who showed him the way and opened the door, and when he left, he brought the door with him.

Only the outsiders have been in, and no people from the inside have ever gone out. Of course, from the very beginning, Gotti was not considered "the man inside".

Maybe I realized that no one would come to open the door, and the knocking outside stopped abruptly, and I never remembered it again. But after just a few seconds, what followed was a lifetime explosion.

Salen, who had been looking back at this side with slanted eyes, saw very clearly. After knocking on the door and not knocking, and the handle was not unscrewed, a clenched, delicate, and white fist "bang" directly entered the door panel on the side of the door lock, like a cannonball, and the solid wooden door with the diameter of an adult man's arm was forced into a hole, and the broken wood fell to the ground.

Salen's eyelids jumped, and he watched as the apparently feminine hand awkwardly touched the handle twice, then unlocked the door from the inside out. The obstacle vanished, the door was pushed open, and a figure taller than expected walked in, and quickly reunited with a person in his memory.

The liquid in his glass rippled, but nothing appeared on Salen's face. He looked at her, looking at her like some preschool teacher who had accidentally broken into an amusement park, and looked up curiously and with interest at the room in front of him, the corners of his mouth grinning happily, revealing a bright smile like the sunshine of melting snow.

Then, her eyes rolled suddenly, as if she had found something, and she stared straight at a figure on the table above the pool in the room on the left. Her hands clapped together with a "snap", and she turned around and walked over without hesitation.

Behind her, the door that had just been opened slowly closed together unconsciously.