"Small fiberglass wing sliding yacht, 6 meters in length, 8-10 people, maximum speed 58 kilometers per hour, in high-speed navigation by the front V-shaped cutting surface self-stabilizing hydrofoil and adjustable tail glide surface to support the total weight. Single-bottom, single-deck, cross-skeleton structure, equipped with imported outboard motors, extremely flexible operation...... Don't you really need a driver? The caretaker tapped the side of the boat lightly, looking at the guest in front of him, his back to the light, the brilliant setting sun of the Amazon outlining the slender and tall body, like the stained-glass icons of a church, and on its broad shoulders was the largest forest snake he had ever seen, and on the other was occupied by a little girl wrapped in a soft woolen cloak.

"No, thank you."

The guest replied briefly, then stretched out his left hand to the side of the boat at his feet, and the forest worm lazily looked at the field not far away, rested his head on the empty deck, squirmed his belly, which was still in a plump state, and rubbed it like a man for a long time, before he unhurriedly climbed into the back seat that was as beautiful and comfortable as a luxury motorhome.

"What a big guy, isn't it?"

The caretaker muttered to himself, watching as the guest carefully placed the little girl beside the forest, and although Joe had repeatedly told him not to make any comments about the guest's behavior, he couldn't help but speak.

"Sir, are you sure you want to take your children with you? Evening is the time of giant spider activity. ”

In fact, there were more terrible things in the jungle at night than giant spiders, but he thought it best not to talk too much about things that would even cause adults to wake up in nightmares.

The guest stared at him quietly for a few seconds, and just when the caretaker thought he had changed his mind, he smiled very softly and said, "Thank you." ”

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The yacht's engines make a low roar as it smoothly weaves through the silent waterways.

Although the light was dim, Hopkins could still make out the very fresh, white wounds that had been severed from the vines and trees that lined the waterway. This is a place where guests are often taken on excursions and fishing, and obstacles under and above the waterway, whether they are rotting tree roots or plants on the water, are regularly removed.

The stubble, which had placed its triangular black head on Sasha's knees, spits out a peach-colored bifurcated tongue, and the particles formed by the familiar moisture rush into its sensory nerves along its nasal aids (a pair of small cavities above the front of the mouth, made up of sensory cells) as the tongue retracts, and the smell is very different from that of substances that humans like to use, such as cement and paint, which excite it, especially when a lone frog swims in a panic under the water not far away, its muscles suddenly tense and raise its head high.

Not yet, it knew that its home was deeper and darker than here.

As night wore on, the waterways widened, and when Anthony saw the vast expanse of Amazon water lilies that had climbed and obscured almost a mile in circumference, their large, foot-diameter flowers had closed completely. This water lily blooms for a very short period of time, blooming in the evening and giving off a striking fragrance, closing at night, remaining unopen the next day, slowly turning pink, and reopening the next evening, this time not blooming again. Because this avoids autopollination. The scent of the first night will attract insects, which will bring pollen from other water lilies, so the flower is about to be fertilized; But then the lotus closes its petals, and the insects are locked in the flower for 24 hours. The next night, the doors of this beautiful prison were reopened, and the prisoners would leave on their own – the insects were covered in the pollen of the flower as they lingered among the flowers. At the same time, the flower turned a brilliant red color, and its aroma gradually dissipated, and it no longer had any attraction to the insect, so the insect set out to find another white flower, and the pollen on its body could be used to cross-inseminate the water lily. The flower, which had completed its mission, withdrew into the water world until it changed into another form.

Anthony steered the yacht slowly rubbing the edges of the spiky leaves of the water lilies through the waters that were completely occupied by them, and no plant could get enough sunlight and air under the tight seal of countless huge blades that were six feet in diameter.

Sasha turned to his side and lowered one hand into the water, where the temperature dropped from 40 degrees Celsius to 10 degrees Celsius at night, and the river became cold, and a arapaima about three meters long passed under its slender hand and then came back again, the legendary tyrannical giant freshwater fish seemed to enjoy the game, and repeated it several times until Sasha put his hand back in his cloak. Anthony knew, however, that it was still lingering close, for with his night vision he could see the behemoth's pointed, long, pointed head, cyan metallic back, bronze sides, and large scales showing bright red at the edges.

The yacht re-entered the narrow, jungle-obscured undercurrent, where the dense tropical vegetation occasionally touched the sands and Anthony's heads, sometimes with a bow, and sometimes with Anthony's long, sharp knife that he carried with him to split through the branches and vines. In addition to the continuous birdsong, there were all kinds of strange sounds from time to time, and it was difficult to distinguish what kind of creature made them, and in the bottomless darkness, there were shining eyes, which were crocodiles.

Like the forest beetles the night before, the crocodiles gathered around the yacht, just like the ancient Inca sacrifices guarded their supreme ruler, the Children of the Sun, but instead of trying to climb onto the yacht, they followed the boat in the dark water, except for a small albino crocodile that jumped into the cabin, and after being caressed by the sand, it returned to the water.

Then came Sasha's old friends, the Worms, who were not as polite as the crocodiles, who hurried up to the branches above the waterway, and then snapped down in front of Sasha as they passed, or forced out of the crocodiles to climb into the yacht through a narrow passage, and soon Sawa was covered with intricately writhing "straps", which were only slightly better until the giant Python with a human name suddenly straightened up and swept them all away.

Anthony turned off the yacht's engine and jumped out of the driver's seat to sit next to his little daughter, her body exuding a light and thin white-gold light, and her peaceful and serene expression seemed to be an angel in human imagination. Anthony didn't know what it was like to sand in the eyes of animals, but one thing was for sure, they loved her and feared her.

He relaxed and lay on his back in his seat, his right hand wrapping around the sand and frail body, and even above them, there was no noise that often found in the tropical jungle, where small black swarms of mosquitoes floated around them like smoke.

The sound of the water is particularly clear in this silent environment, and all this is the same as Anthony six years ago. Hopkins was exactly the same when he sneaked into the jungle, which terrifies ordinary people, with his little sand in his arms, which is not yet full moon.

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"Hello!"

Jack exclaimed, exaggeratedly, that the good-looking man was repeating the old trick he had played at the airport in the faint morning light of the Amazon, waving to everyone who passed by and showing his white teeth, especially when the beautiful woman passed by, and his smile was even more charming.

And Catherine stood at the front desk, silently filling out the passenger registration form, her face was pale—everyone who saw it understood it, after all, it was really hateful for a man with such a beautiful wife to dare to seduce other women so openly.

"Your room is room 407 in Tower 3 and this is the key to the room. You can leave your luggage here and I'll ask the porter to carry it for you right away. ”

The receptionist at the front desk smiled and handed over a silver-white key card.

"Uh, that ......"

"What are you rubbing on?! I'm dying of exhaustion! “

Just as Catherine wanted to take the opportunity to ask if she had seen Anthony with a little girl with blonde hair and purple eyes. When Mr. Hopkins moved in, Jack, who had been flattering the beautiful woman half a second ago, snatched the keycard with agility and brutality, grabbed her arm, and said loudly, "Let's go back to the room first, we'll talk about it later!" ”

Jack dragged Catherine to the pier that connected the tower to the tower before stopping, and in the early morning there were not many people here, he leaned into Catherine's ear and said angrily, "What are you doing?" Idiot! ”

"I'm ......"

Catherine only half a sentence realized her mistake.

"Am I going to drive you here all night without knowing where to go? Well, will it? You said! …… Damn, am I that untrustworthy? ”

"I never knew what you were doing, and you never told me, how do you tell me to trust you!?"

"Huh? You...... Okay......" Jack suddenly hung his shoulders like a deflated ball, "I was wrong...... but Katherine, we're not the police, and our target isn't a little drug dealer who will obediently put his hand on the wall when someone calls the police, you can't do that, understand?" ”

"I see...... I'm sorry, I won't do that next time. ”

Catherine felt her blood all the way down her cheeks, and she clenched her fists vigorously.

"You don't have to say sorry," Jack exhaled, "after all, you were just a normal person who didn't know anything not so long ago...... Besides, I'm not right about that...... You're right, we should have taken that trestle! ”

The inexplicable change in topic made Catherine look up, and Jack quickly kissed her on the cheek and said in a very low voice: "It's the target, don't be nervous, don't look back, let's go!" ”

What the!

Catherine's heart was beating uncontrollably, and she had wanted to follow Jack's words and walk straight back to the tower where the reception room was located, but her feet turned against her will and went in the other direction.

In the thin mist of the morning, a tall, handsome gray-haired man was leisurely walking towards them from the middle of the trestle, his high-necked black fine fleece sweater fitted and thoughtful, and under the small square collar, four brass buttons, meticulously inlaid in the embroidered hunting clothes that only nobles could wear hundreds of years ago, and matched his long body seamlessly; The little girl who was held in his arms hugged his neck tightly, and her blue-purple eyes looked like chromic anhydride, that is, chromium trioxide crystals in the haze - chromium trioxide (commercially known as chromic acid, molecular formula CrO3), is a dark red or dark purple crystalline or lumpy crystal, soluble in water, and the aqueous solution is acidic, which is a strong oxidant.

Catherine was ashamed of her poor imagination, but the stones of similar color were too unfamiliar to her to recall their names compared to the chromic acid she often used in her experiments.

"Good morning."

When passing by them, Anthony. Hopkins said in his distinctively gentle voice.

"Good morning." Jack said without changing his face, "Are you going to have breakfast?" Good luck with your appetites. ”

"Thank you."

The target nodded slightly to the two of them and slowly left.

It wasn't until he had completely disappeared from the entrance to the tower that Catherine realized that she was unconsciously clutching Jack's arm, so hard that her fingers were throbbing.

"I'm sorry, Jack, are you alright?"

"It's all right," Jack said with a wry smile, "and now I can be sure that this guy is the one the hapless Martin and Maria met." ”

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"Good morning, Mr. Hopkins, can you please wait a minute?"

As Anthony passed by the reception desk in the lobby, the reception lady politely stopped him.

"Good morning. What's the matter? ”

"That's right," said the hostess, who always had a little palpitation in the face of this elegant and polite guest: "A lady asked you if you were here last night, and she said that she couldn't remember your room number, and that there was an urgent courier that needed to be sent to you." Because you said you needed to be notified immediately if something like this happened, but you weren't there last night, so ......"

"Oh? Courier. ”

Hopkins said with a smile.

"Yes, I'm waiting for a very urgent courier, you told her my room number?"

"No, no, I asked her to send the package directly to the addressee, and I will ask you to sign for it."

"Very good."

Hopkins pulled out a brand new banknote.

"You did what I asked, then, this is what you deserve."

He placed it in the hands of the reception lady.

(To be continued)

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