The towers of the Ariau Inn, connected by wooden boardwalks, were encroached upon by undesirable "guests" who encroached on the first tower, which served as a reception hall. Thankfully, because it had been used as a reception, there weren't many rooms in the first tower, and the trouble was that both the guests who needed to leave and the guests who had just arrived gathered here, and God forbid, the captain of the guard, Joe, finally got them all down (the tower was 4 floors), and then drove his "lamb" like a diligent and strict shepherd dog to retreat through the boardwalk to the hall of the second tower.

"Why don't you shoot? Why not kill those monsters! An old man yelled at the guards, "They ate my nephew!" ”

"It's hard for those animals to kill with one shot," one of the guards turned pale, but still explained as gently as possible: "The wounded giant snake will frantically attack any creature it can touch, not to mention the mating ball ......" The interrupted mating giant snake is even more terrifying, once the cold-blooded animals that are entangled together and concentrated on reproduction are disturbed, at least half of the more than forty people crowded in a hall of less than two hundred square meters will be left in Ariau forever by the teeth and body of the forest snake.

"You are derelict in your duties and deliberately murdered!"

"We've got to keep you safe first, sir, someone has gone to ......"

"Shut up! Call your manager! ”

It seemed that it was indeed safe, and the tourists began to cry, complain, shout, and make all kinds of demands, in short, everything; The guests of the second tower also began to come out of their rooms to inquire about the situation, and they seemed more interested and emotional than the former, and many even whispered about whether they could see the "man-eating forest snake" up close and demand compensation from the hotel on this ground...... Well, a certain cost of mental damage.

"That's what humans are." Anthony. Hopkins whispered, "It's especially unfortunate that I'm one of them. ”

"What did you say?" Captain Joe took off his hat and grabbed his hair, the words that Anthony had just said were in Latin, which he did not understand.

"Ah, I mean," Anthony smiled, "Need help?" ”

Yes, of course it is needed, no matter what status, where, when, what kind of calamity, the more doctors the better.

Before approaching the first patient, Anthony. Mr. Hopkins sniffed the air stealthily, and he could smell the nice smell of milk on Sasha's body, and the strange smell of Catherine's mixture of sulfur and violet (the bath gel provided by the hotel), who was nearby, but not in the crowd.

But knowing that she wasn't far away was enough, and Anthony had no intention of bothering his daughter and that Catherine (hell, why do twin sisters have to use a name?). Communication. During this time, he can find himself a little pleasure.

Dr. Hopkins pulled a chair and sat in front of the old man, who had lost his mind and ability to think a little "because his nephew was devoured by the worm in front of him", and he had gone from blaming, reproaching, and cursing to suing the whole of Ariahou, from its founders, shareholders, managers, guards, and service personnel, no one could escape, and he vowed to let them go bankrupt one by one, and then stay in prison for the rest of their lives.

Well, it seems that the nephew who is ablating in the powerful digestive juices of the forest snake is not the point.

He was very old, but he was still greedy.

"Do you like roasted lamb with saffron?"

Anthony. Hopkins asked.

***

* What is a little girl made of? Sweets, spices and everything nice. What is a little boy made of?

Scissors, snails and pet puppy tails. *

Catherine didn't like children, or rather, she didn't like children like women in general, she didn't like to stare at them, she didn't want to hear them, she didn't want to touch their hair or hug them, because children made a very bad impression on her—twelve years in an orphanage had made her fully aware of what was hidden under those rosy faces and eyes as pure as the sky.

A small fist strike on the eye can cause an unforgettable pain, and the insult from the tender mouth can cut through your heart like a knife.

To this day, she remains wary and distant from any child, even though she is an adult and no longer has to worry about being attacked by them, either psychologically or physically - she will not hurt them, she will even save them (if they are in danger), but she will never be close to them, either actively or passively. Just like Charis. White's child, although she provided the police and the hospital with what she had obtained from Richa's memories for their subsequent investigation and treatment, she did not look at the child except for the necessary contact.

But my sister's children are different.

My sister is stronger than her, more powerful than her, smarter than her, and when she was in the orphanage, she was always protecting Catherine. Unfortunately, this protection did not last long, and after the sister was adopted, it was determined that she would not return, and the children immediately began to tease and torture Catherine even more. They even treat it as a daily entertainment and traditional program...... Catherine had been waiting for her sister to come back, or to take her with her, and this idea, which had been ridiculed countless times, had always been stubbornly haunted in her brain, even until she graduated from high school and left the orphanage to go to college—after graduating from college, Catherine thought for a long time, and finally came to a conclusion—her sister was not not coming, but she was not coming, she was controlled by something.

It should have been her who went looking for her.

Catherine immediately put her idea into action, and she worked day and night to save enough money and time to find her sister, but the clue ended up in the police department's personnel files...... She was at a loss, but luckily, the "Agency" found her and lured her into working at the Agency with the bait of looking for her sister Catherine.

Although four years earlier, a massive, unprovoked, permeating pain had made Catherine dimly feel that her only loved one in the world had left her completely, another warm, looming and wonderful calling finally made her agree to work at the institution.

Catherine used her special ability to track and search for "prey" for the "operation team", and at the same time did everything in her power and the right promised and given by the agency to grasp the seemingly untraceable clue, even if she did not understand where the call came from, she even guessed that her sister had only encountered a life-threatening accident, was injured or turned into a vegetative person, rather than completely dead, but never guessed that this wonderful warm feeling came from the inheritance of blood.

My sister has left, but she has left her own children.

Although she had seen the child, looked up her name on the hotel registration records (Sasha, what a lovely name, it had been on her lips a million times all morning), and had thought carefully about how to take her away and raise her, Catherine still wanted to cry when Sasha's little arms reached over and wrapped their arms around her neck, and her arms really hugged the small, soft, warm body.

Before picking up Sasha, Catherine took one last look at Jack, who had resolutely turned away, he was a good man, a good boss and a good partner...... Or maybe a good lover, he's always taken good care of Catherine, and Catherine hasn't even said thank you to him, and I'm sorry.

It was a strange feeling that she probably wasn't going back to the institution, and she had spent almost all of her time in the last two years—the office or dorm, where there were her favorite friends and familiar colleagues, the plexiglass-topped desk, her bed, her wardrobe, her bookshelves, her puppy — hoping that Emma would take care of it for her, and the steaming jam omelet...... All of this made her heart gush with an inseparable emotion.

But they can't compare with Sasha.

The fear of the forest was nothing to mention, and Catherine held her tightly, the child as light as a feather in her arms, and she felt that she could run with her for hundreds of miles without difficulty, or cross the whole river in reverse, even through the entire Amazon jungle, and she would go on until she had completely shaken off those who would get in the way of their togetherness.

Sasha's arms wrapped around Catherine's neck, the young woman's soft, elastic muscles rising and falling regularly under her little fingers, her breathing fragrant, and the arms that clung to her trembled slightly from time to time, then tightened. Sometimes this tightening even affected Sasha's breathing, but she did not find it unbearable, this woman's embrace gave her unprecedented comfort and happiness, her love for Sasha was real, warm, and these feelings were constantly transmitted through Sasha's skin to every nerve in her body, and then through the nerve transmission directly into the brain and heart.

The little girl greedily felt all this and carefully engraved every detail in her memory, so that she could enjoy this wonderful feeling not only in the palace of her memory but also directly on the body and soul at any time in her palace of memory.

"Turn right." Only when she needed guidance would she stop feeling and absorbing this sweet emotion for a moment...... And Catherine always did not hesitate to follow her arrangement.

"Where is this?" When they finally stopped, Catherine found that they had moved away from the crowd, even though it was supposed to be part of the Ariaú Inn.

"What Merry told me, a secret base." Sasha said, motioning for Catherine to sit down with her in her arms.

Catherine, who thought that Merry was some local kid, didn't bother too much into it, she had more important things to do...... For example, kiss and rub this cute child to your heart's content.

It was a fairly new experience for Sasha, Anthony, her father would hug her and give her goodnight kisses, but he would treat Sasha like a lump of marshmallows...... The child mentally puts a huge black cross on his imagination – it's terrifying!

As for the women, there are many people who are ready to move, but the calmness and composure of Sasha, who are completely different from their age, can always curb their impulses.

This is the first time that someone has been held in his arms, repeatedly stroked and kissed, and incoherently shouted all kinds of strange nicknames, such as "little cake", "little apple", and even "little bug...... Her arms were so tight, so hot, so soft that Sasha felt like she was about to melt...... Melt with her, then mix it thoroughly.

Sasha moved her lips slightly and closed her eyes.

"Mom."

***

"Father, you want a pen and paper."

"Thank you."

Taking the pen and paper from the attendant, the priest quietly observed the hall in the midst of confusion and uneasiness for a while, and after making a cross on his chest, he spread the letter provided by the hotel on his knees, and tested the fluidity of the pen on his right hand, and then began to write on the letterhead.

Although he was left-handed, his handwriting was still very beautiful and fluent, but among the dozens of people on the scene, there should be very few people who could recognize that line of text, after all, it was a rare classical Latin that is now called "dead script".

This quote also comes from the Bible.

Genesis – At that time, the LORD sent fire and brimstone from the LORD in heaven to Sodom and Gomorrah.

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