A palm-sized moth slammed into the light bulb.

Its wings are translucent, with earthy yellow veins clearly discerned, and it is fat, with a small blue dot in the center of its hairy back; It flew around the artificial light source, thinking it was the moon to show direction—the moth slammed into the glass cover with a subtle crackling sound—the greasy light bulb sat on its chair slightly, and the shadow of the moth covered the wall one moment, the furniture one moment, and the next it reached the ground, covering the face of the thin boy who had been trampled with broken balls and beeps.

Dust and moth scales float in the air.

Jersey Pkins picks up Chiz. Carson, holding her like a child, let her lean against his left shoulder, his left arm supporting her slightly clumsy buttocks, and let her other bony arm wrap around his right shoulder, Chiz sighed soberly, and let him fiddle with it—Sasha found Chiz's white panties on a children's chair depicting red flowers, the fabric of which was as smooth as silk and as elastic as nylon, so that it had been forcibly ripped off, but it was undamaged.

Sasha paused for a moment, for he didn't know whether to put his pants on Chiz or not, and just as he was thinking, the prep thug let out a groaning curse, rolled up the soft lump of fabric decorated with cut-out lace in his hand, stuffed it into his trouser pocket, carried Chizz, strode over, and kicked the nasty embryo in the head.

As he passed by the girl, he stopped and stepped on the small bag that was half-pressed under the girl's body, and the small bag cracked open with a mouth, and a lot of things fell out of it, absorbent cotton, lighters, syringes, and stainless steel spoons. There is also a shiny diamond hairpin, and the friend of the heir of Poseidon Island and his unrelated brother pose gracefully, and with a skillful kick, the diamond hairpin jumps onto the wall. It bounced back into his long-awaited right hand.

It wasn't until thirty minutes later that the girl was found lying between the hallway and the storeroom, and the clever waiter knew what she was doing when he saw the scattered contents of the packet. In Orlosa, as long as they pay the full money, these good-looking little can appear at any dinner party or ball, and sell their "white goods" to people like roses—sometimes the guests need them, and they need to be refreshed or entertained, not to mention the Clovin family, who carry good goods that can stand up to the discernment of veterans, and are both pure and safe.

He ripped her skirt open. Sure enough, the "white goods" worth about 1,000 yuan were wrapped in tin foil and neatly wrapped around her thighs like cigarette rolls.

The pantry lights and doors were open, and two feet in brown moccass boots protruded from the clutter of furniture. The waiter didn't go in, but leaned his body and neck to look inside. He was startled by what he saw and immediately ran to tell his immediate boss.

The men with tattoos on their limbs and bodies arrived a few minutes later, and they took the boy and girl, and the first attendant to find them was quickly tortured, luckily released and given two weeks of paid leave after two thumbs were broken.

"He didn't do it," said one of the mobs, "and that kid can't even crush an egg."

"That's an experienced 'hammer,'" his companion agreed, "and he didn't hesitate to do it." Crisp and neat, the strength is amazing. ”

"But he didn't kill anyone, and he didn't take goods."

"And he doesn't mind letting us find him." Another thug said: "There are footprints on the floor of the room, and it seems that someone has been lying on the leather sofa."

The order from above arrived quickly, and the matter was a "misunderstanding", that is, not to be investigated. The girl came to her senses after three days. She slyly stated that her memory of the whole thing was vague; Before that, the prep thug had spent more than ten hours in his room indistinguishable from the garbage heap, and finally died of blood loss, and his companions divided his personal belongings, including the blood-soaked pants. For the brown moccasin boots, the two boys also got into a fight.

Just as Sasha stood in the hallway, agonizing over what to do with Chiz. Carson was sent to the ball when a tall, black velvet mask, a dark purple vest with more than forty buttons, black iron plush leggings, and a creamy white blouse covered with gold embroidery suddenly burst into the ball, and he even snatched his dance partner from a guest and leaned over and whispered in her ear frivolously.

The guest stood still, speechless with astonishment and anger.

Just as he was about to say something, his dance partner suddenly took off his mask.

He knew that the person he was inviting to dance was not young, and although the most revealing parts of his age, such as his neck and hands, had been obscured by delicate ruffled collars and gloves, there were still hints at the base of his ears and where his jaw joined his neck...... But he was still deeply fascinated by her—for the first time, he experienced this pure and mellow emotion, which had nothing to do with carnal desires and hormones—she had a majesty and grace that a woman of nearly half a century had not had, but also gentle and tolerant, and when facing her, he was terrified and joyed like a little boy who had just begun to fall in love.

But even so, he didn't expect that the person who danced with him all night was really "Madame"!

"It's a pity," said Mrs. Clauwen, "but forgive me, as a family member you always have to make some sacrifices—but I'm happy tonight," she smiled, and took a diamond ring off her finger, "It's a little gift, and I hope it will make your mood brighter."

By this time, a dozen men as tall and burly as the impudent fellow had gathered around Madame, and their female companions followed nervously as they surrounded and escorted Madame Cloven out of the ball.

The guest opened his fingers, and in the palm of his hand, a light blue round diamond the size of a coat button shimmered in the light.

The man next to him let out an exaggerated exclamation, attracting more onlookers. Then someone walked in and announced that the hotel would be holding a small raffle in five minutes, with gold coins and diamonds, to celebrate Madame's arrival—all who were present would be able to participate, and the attention was drawn to the attention of the people, and no one was to discuss what was important to make Madame go in a hurry.

"Then Beelzebub said, "shall we go back early?" He hated Orrosa, it was a boring city with countless mosquitoes.

"I'm afraid not," said Father Peter, half of his face weeping, as if he was about to go to Requiem Mass, while the other half was beaming and gloating: "The vault was stolen, but Konstantin didn't get the diamonds."

Beelzebub's face was full of disbelief: "Didn't he arrange for a reliable man of his own to do this?"

"He looked," said Dr. Hopkins, "and the person who did it was supposed to be his mistress, Yelena, who was seen from the surveillance camera on the street, and it was indeed Yelena, the problem was that she disappeared after taking the diamond from the vault." Moreover, what she stole was not 200 million yuan worth of diamonds, but diamonds worth about 650 million to 700 million yuan, which was a vault for the peripheral members of the Clovin family, and his customers were all over the western continent. ”

"Oh." Beelzebub had to express deep sympathy for this.

"Is there any chance they'll find Yelena?" Sasha asked, he had just taken a shower, blonde hair was clinging to his head, dripping water, Dr. Hopkins asked him to sit down, and then wiped his hair, "Constantine has blocked the airport—the land route in Orrosa in July and August is puddle after puddle of mud, thousands of miles are deserted, and a vehicle is a dead end if it breaks down, and if Elena really had a bit of a brain, as we thought, she wouldn't have chosen the latter." ”

"But Orrosa has only one airport," said Beelzebub, "does she think that by hiding in the city for a few days, she can escape Konstantin's pursuit?—— and then Konstantin will let 650 million to 700 million worth of diamonds disappear like he has amnesia?"

"It won't take a few days," Dr. Hopkins said, "and the Orrosa Diamond Show will end tomorrow, and the next morning, there will be a large number of tourists and businessmen in a hurry to go home, especially the merchants, who will probably have tens of millions of diamonds with them." The airport can only be blocked until noon tomorrow, and at most in the evening. He pressed his son's head, bent down and sniffed carefully, "Where has this been?" On his body, there is the smell of heroyin, and the smell of men's blood, and a clear female body fragrance, a very young woman, her physical condition is not very good, she and Sasha used to be very close, and for a while.

"But those northerners will definitely check every guest one by one." Father Peter said.

"If that Yelena dares to do this," said Dr. Hopkins, "then she must have already figured out the way out."

"It's hard to believe," said Beelzebub, "Konstantin. Clovin is such an emotional person, he believes that the relationship between him and Yelena can be compared to 650 million to 700 million diamonds?"

"What he believes in is Yelena's affection for her parents and brother." Father Peter said that he had gone to the priest again: "They were all in the palm of Constantine's hand."

"It turns out," Sasha said, "that the affection is not worth 700 million."

"Please check again," Chiz. Carson handed over a fifty-dollar bill: "Is there anything called Sasha. Where do the people of Hopkins live? Or maybe a little more than a Pica Sandi?—— or is there a boy with blond hair and purple eyes who lives here?"

"I'm sorry," the receptionist slowly drew the bill and tucked it into his pants, "No, no Hopkins, no Bisandi, there are a few blonde boys, but I've never seen one with purple eyes."

((One second to remember)