"The only one who walked away was Beelzebub. Than Sandi? Dr. Hopkins asked.

"Only Beelzebub."

"Where's the one who came?"

Bepp looked slightly surprised, because he didn't know how Hopkins knew this, "Amp and Pepi. They came with the helicopter and stayed behind, because old Andreana asked them to be here "to appease the hearts of the children."

Dr. Hopkins pinched the cold fingertip and put it back under the sheets, and then he said the names of several people, "None of these people?" "These names belong to the young people of Poseidon Island, who work here, laundries, hotels and restaurants, etc., they are Chegalle. The team that Bissandi had given to his sons, they should have followed Beelzebub, at least some of them.

"Beelzebub, then, is the only one who will go back." The doctor said that his voice and expression had an elusive taste, and that Bep stood upright, a man who had done "dirty work" but who still felt unbearable itching in his spine, and that sweat soaked through his shirt.

"Yes." He said. While glancing at the people on the bed, the people on Poseidon Island were used to seeing wounded people and corpses, but Sasha. Hopkins' face was indeed paler than any living man he had ever seen before.

Dr. Hopkins got up from his chair, and he took a step forward, less than three feet from Bepp, who immediately took two steps back.

"What were you doing before?"

"Huh?"

"What you were doing before, let's do now," said the doctor amicably, "and you are not needed here for the time being." ”

Bepp is not an idiot. Nor had he been beaten in the head or drunk too much, he was keenly aware that something was wrong, and the young man moved his feet restlessly and anxiously, but in Manchester, there was no Thani Sandi. They have to listen to Hopkins.

And he really - there is nothing to do, or more accurately, cannot be done.

Looking down from the window, you can see that Bep is stepping out of the shadows of the building, the silver letters on his jacket glistening in the moonlight. Hopkins checked the sand for the fifth time - *the damage should have healed. And the mental anesthesia will have to wait a while.

The doctor stepped out of the room unhurriedly, turned a corner, and walked straight down the long corridor, for which every building of the hospital could be said to be the same. More than once, he skillfully and easily found the knick-knacks he needed—and every time he had done before, he had taken a sealed set of blood collection kits from a pharmacy that had somehow become so empty, as if he had walked into his kitchen and pulled out a cookbook.

***

"So, what do you want me to do?" Chitz said.

Catherine looked at her in disbelief: "What do I want you to do?" What can you do? She touched the bump on the lighter with her thumb: "If you have to say something, stay away from my nephew - no matter how slight the impact may be, you can't stay in a public toilet all day just because it's smellless." ”

"Really?"

Chiz. Carson said that at some point, her amber eyes were filled with no longer physiological tears but disgusting arrogance: "You really want me to give up Sasha. Hopkins? She whispered, "So who are you going to let take over?" A little guy who is lucky enough to be recognized by Bissandi? Both silent. Meek and docile, blood, wailing and death were as common to them as pots and shovels in the kitchen, and their grandfathers were criminals. The father is a criminal, the brother is a criminal, and the future husband and son will be a criminal in the end, and they will be ecstatic, and in any case, the 'blonde judge' is a true and true on Poseidon Island. A big man par excellence, he was Bisandi's closest friend. It's almost his brother, he's ruthless. There are so many crimes that even the most difficult 'Iron Hammer' can't help but weaken their legs when they hear his name - their mothers must be very proud to have such a son-in-law.

Then, as a paranormal sooner or later, his name will also be the same as Anthony. Hopkins is also in the headlines of the organization you work for.

Do you have this image in your fantasy? It's okay, you can think about it right now, how does it feel? “

The older woman took out another cigarette, and she tried to be calm, but she immediately tasted the bitten filter and the bitter taste of the tobacco.

"But I'm different, I'm Carson, I'm Douglas, I'm a victim, I'm a hater of criminals, and I've been living in a stable and safe environment for more than a decade...... I have to get rid of that part of Poseidon Island, I love him, I love him madly, all I need now is a chance - I want to marry him, he will have a respected status, a noble and prosperous position, a safe and warm nest, two more children, and some friends, you know what I mean, Catherine, and Beelzebub. No one can threaten a friend who is completely different from Sandi—even if it's only for twenty years, or maybe only ten years...... We've succeeded in the ones you're worried about, whether it's Anthony. Hopkins or Beelzebub. Bisandi, can't affect him anymore...... At least, he couldn't control everything almost completely with him as he did now. ”

"Neither can I," said Catherine, "is it?" ”

"You can't now." Chiz pointed pointedly, "And your nephew is about to become a competent criminal." And ......" she licked her lips, one of the actions her mother hated the most, and she always thought that it would be either a prostitute or a retard, or both: "Is it just because you are bored that you have spent so much time with me?" ”

"I need you, and you need me," she continued, "and there's no better person than me, and you know that very well." ”

"Anthony. Hopkins has proven his innocence, and as far as I know, someone is opening their arms to welcome him back. ”

"Sasha. What about Hopkins? "Doctors are respected, but that's only for ordinary people, and in our case, doctors, lawyers, or whatever, people without surnames are just tools and ornaments, and they can't get into the circle. Why is Hopkins accepted and loved? Because he has a surname, a coat of arms, and a history, he can be trusted, otherwise you think those people would be so naïve as to say something to another stranger who doesn't know the roots—if a puddle of shit can sell for a lot of money—as long as that pile of shit can catch up with them? She said, without pausing: "They don't dare to rush to hand over their secrets to a little man born in an apartment, even if he has a dozen certificates in his hand, it is useless, they only believe in the person who bleeds blue blood in his body - Anthony. Hopkins was one of them, with a pedigree to look up for, a pitiful background, a mind and looks far beyond the average human and a high-minded and eccentric fetish, and he was recognized and admired for an astonishing short period of time, and still admired by hundreds of people today—and I'm not talking about housewives screaming excitedly at the vampires and serial murderers on the televisions.

The problem is that Hopkins has been gone for too long, his connections are still there, but it takes time to connect, he may still be able to gain trust, but he still has to be scrutinized and considered. Hopkins is coming of age, Katherine, you should know that adulthood is not just about whether you can legally drive and drink, he needs friends, he needs to socialize, he needs to go back to the world where his father used to be, he may do well, but I can guarantee that it will not be easy, and a wife surnamed Carson, the heir of the Douglas family, can make him do more with less. ”

Catherine lit a third cigarette and smoked much faster than the first two, filling the room with the sweet smell of tobacco, and Chiz coughed twice.

"What if...... I mean, if Sasha and I had a daughter," said Chiz, "I'd call her Catherine." ”

She added the last weight.

"She'll be a little princess, carefree, with everything she needs, a bright future and all the best."

(To be continued) (To be continued)

ps: I'm sorry, I'm stuck in overtime and Calvin hell, and I wrote a chapter several times and deleted it...... I'm so sorry - fold your hands and bow and apologize!