"Now it's your turn." Anne said, "The one who paid three and a half million to hunt down Fanta. Who are the people at Wharton? ”

"Barry. Wharton," said Stryff, "your father, he spent more than two years in the hospital in a ward with his wife, and at last his wife died, and he lived. Because Miss Wharton did not write a will, as the closest relative of blood, he inherited and temporarily inherited (Fanta. Wharton also had the right to inherit) all the property of Miss Wharton, that is, his aunt. This inheritance is more generous than everyone expected, after paying nearly 50% of the inheritance tax, he can still get about 5.6 million, he left part of it for future treatment, plastic surgery and life, and the rest, that is, all the 3.5 million that can be used now, is used to put forward a reward - a reward for his daughter, Fanta. Wharton – alive. ”

"Of course he's going to live." Anne muttered indistinctly, "He's definitely going to live." Streiff watched her, and the little girl's face changed in the bright moonlight, suspicious, sudden, and thoughtful...... Finally stuck on a mixture of pleasure and restlessness.

"You know," she looked up with difficulty, looking at Stryff wistfully, for she was still lying on her back, and the dog was sitting on top of her, threatening her with white teeth, "where is he?" She said urgently: "Does he still live in the old place...... If you're really as curious as you say – it's not a hassle to spend a few seconds pulling a page down and down, you should remember his phone number, address, and maybe instant messaging number and email address? ”

"What do you want to do?" Striff said, not answering her questions.

"What else can you do?" Anne happily replied, "Fanta. Wharton was ready to go home, to her father. ”

Mr. Stryff made a veilly surprised look: "Are you sure Fanta. Wharton wants to do that? He said, "Let me remind you one or two, Barry. Wharton knew a lot about what his daughter had been doing in recent years — if not — at least he knew exactly what the arson had been going on more than three years ago — the police had found traces and evidence of arson in the rubble, and he and his wife were naked/covered in burn ointment in their hospital beds, wailing and cursing day after day for more than seven hundred days, until they had five skin grafts, and they still had to wear hats, sunglasses, Dressed like a bank robber or a famous movie star so as not to frighten others and herself, her fingers were short, her legs were sticky, and she couldn't sweat, so Mrs. Wharton hanged herself in a window with a bandage one night - do you know how a man can hang himself from a window? That means that the desire to die must surpass the instinct to survive. Because," Streiff gestured, "she can sit up from the ground with just her hands, and she can breathe as long as she sits up...... It's painful to suffocate," he stared at Anne. Kent: "Until she dies, she has at least a minute to regret...... And Mr. Wharton was watching for sixty seconds, and think, dear, what it was like? He stretched out his finger and pressed the tip of his finger in silence to calculate...... One, two, three, four...... Sixty times, then he raised those gray-blue eyes, "You really think that Barry. Wharton would welcome Fanta with open arms and weeping bitterly. Wharton back into his arms? ”

"Barry. Wharton is Fanta. Wharton's dad. ”

The little girl said impatiently, her head back on the ground, and a small green insect jumped out of the grass and jumped on her forehead, and she shook her hair in annoyance.

"Barry. Wharton is Fanta. Wharton's dad. She confidently repeated: "He will forgive her." ”

"Even if she made such a big mistake? "A crime," said Stryff, "a crime?" ”

"Is there anybody, or any evidence?" Anne shrugged her shoulders indifferently, then showed a distressed and helpless expression: "Why do you always hold on to this? She asked, confused, "Fanta. Wharton just wants to change her situation, it's not a sin, whatever she does is just for the betterment of herself, she's smart, capable, healthy, she's going to have a big future, she's going to be a great person, maybe the first female president of her country? Who knows? I don't think you need to pay too much attention to it - look at the newspapers and TV news, real crimes are born at the hands of children almost every day - Mark pushes his grandmother downstairs for a packet of drugs that has been flushed down the toilet, Paul is caught stealing money, he finishes a magazine at his parents' heads, Alice poisons her breakfast because her parents always stop her from dating her anarchist boyfriend, and Alan, who is so obsessed with playing games, When his mother urged him to eat dinner, he took a knife and gave her more than ten strokes...... Well, it's scary to listen to, especially those boring and ridiculous motives, aren't they damn bad? But there will always be someone who will come out and explain...... Their age, their experience, their mental state, they blah blah no snag, no one can live happily and reintegrate into society cleanly as long as they spend a few years in a juvenile control centre with warmth, pretty, plenty of food, internet, books, and teachers. ”

She curled her lips dismissively, "They can, Fanta. Wharton, of course, can. ”

Stryff smiled, revealing tiny white teeth, as he had laughed many years ago when something or someone he thought was funny.

The child stared at him, she thought, suddenly raised the intact arm, and slammed the bull terrier on his chest away, the white dog made a loud noise in the dark woods, it whimpered angrily, and the dog next to it tried to rush up, but was stopped by Striff's whistle.

Strev's whistle didn't even use his fingers, he just tightened his cheeks and pursed his lips, "What do you want to do?" He asked tepidly.

"I just want to make sure," the child smiled coquettishly, and although her face was covered in mud and bloody scars, she still looked rather endearing, "you won't kill me, at least not in this place." She lifted the bull terrier's arm and sniffed it, it was stained with lemon scent of lemon balm, no wonder the dogs were rushing so fast and frantically, she thought.

"You're not from the Agency," I thought, Anne added slowly, "not only aren't, you're avoiding them, aren't you?" If I'm dead or missing, the news will be in the newspapers, like the hapless Humbert who was brought to the dissecting table alive, and the news will be buzzing for a week, and if there is another equally impressive news now, maybe someone will notice it, and you won't be able to hide. The little girl's smile became sly, and she looked at the house, where almost all the houses were made of tin sheets, wood, and bricks, except for the old house, which was made of large stones: "Let us not get in the way," she said pretending to be generous, "Tell me Barry. Wharton's current address, I'll leave right away and never come back, you and Sasha. Strev can continue to live here in peace until you don't want to live anymore...... Come, come, tell me," she begged like a mantra, "you name it, and we'll both clear it." ”

Streiff moved his lips and uttered an address, and for the next few minutes he remained as motionless as if he were wearing a bondage suit from an insane asylum.

It wasn't until Anne got up satisfied, and was about to walk out of the woods, that Striff raised his head slightly: "Does your arm still hurt?" He said, "I think it must have hurt a lot." ”

The arm pierced by the dog's teeth immediately hurt violently, and Anne looked down to find that it had stopped bleeding, and she almost forgot about it, but Steve reminded her.

"Devil!"

The little girl spat at the man sitting on the stump of the apple tree, turned and ran into the woods.

***

Annie. Kent, that is, Nina.g.p., Lilly. Rapp, Angela. Cruise and Fanta. Wharton wants to get back to Barry immediately. Wharton was by her side, and she cared a lot about Barry. Wharton's $3.5 million, not to be snatched away by the agency or someone else who would take the opportunity to return them, but she was penniless, ragged, and had an increasingly painful bite on her arm (hopefully the bull terrier was not rabies). She thought she needed a shot of the vaccine and enough for her to find Barry alone. Wharton's money, and a hot shower and clean clothes.

These things are available at the Kent house.

The arm hurts more and more, and along the way she involuntarily begins to complain about the reckless and stupid Barry. Wharton.

She pulled up the garage door, and from there she went into the kitchen, and ran into the dining room, and before climbing the stairs she glanced at the living room, where the TV was on, and Mrs. Borough was snoring on the sofa, and she slept soundly—she had taken Anne and Dolores to the hospital, and happened to meet an emotionally unstable Mary yelling there, and Madame Borough had to take them back quickly, leaving Mr. Kent there to comfort his wife, and on the way back Anne had a plan, and she prepared milk for Mrs. Borough and Dolores, It was filled with honey and sleeping pills.

Anne calmly in Mary. Drawers with cash and jewelry were found in Kent's room (Mary. Kent never avoided Anne), put them in the middle of his backpack, stuffed a few sets of his favorite coats and ** in the backpack, went into the shower and took a quick but hot bath, smeared iodine on his wounds, tied them with bandages, and put on a band-aid. Blow dry your hair, braid, tie your bow, tidy up your skirt and change into a pair of Greek-style cut-out high-top leather boots that don't tie your shoes – it's a little tough, but I don't have to clean up the bathroom and bedroom today.

She walked briskly down the stairs, through the living room, which was mottled by the glow of the television, and stood still at the entrance and opened the door.

"Don't," she said cheerfully, "never again." ”

(To be continued)