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He drove back to town, then parked the striking car in the parking lot and walked through the streets, down a steep alley that was a small square park, where the townspeople walked and danced, and as Hopkins passed them, the baby, the old man, and the dog looked curiously at the stranger.

His destination, a small inn hidden behind oaks and roses, stood quietly in the dark, and most of the rooms were dark in the windows and balconies, with only a few lights on, and the top one was Dr. Hopkins, who looked up and walked in without hesitation.

The front desk of the hotel was small and very high, and there was a light under the front desk that illuminated the beige "colored" floor, and the marble was polished so smooth that it was like a mirror, and the violets and Carrara white, black gold flowers, and pink roses (all of which were marble names) were combined into a single picture—Dr. Hopkins tilted his head to look at it, and he recognized it—Picasso's Guernica, "a rare and humorous taste." He muttered quietly, and he suddenly wanted to meet the people who designed and allowed people to put together an abstract painting depicting the Holocaust on the floor of the hotel reception hall — it's funny, humans fear death to the point of hysteria, but in ordinary life they love to joke about death, young people like to depict skulls on clothes and skin, and their parents have never been afraid of making cakes in the shape of coffins (and pasting pictures of themselves on them) at a happy party.

"Sir," said a young man, standing behind the tall and small front desk, his eyes 'confused', perhaps because he had eaten too much dinner, and he looked like he was about to fall asleep, "do you need any help?" "He's the only one here besides Hopkins, and he looks bored.

Hopkins looked at him, "Yes. He said, "I made an appointment with a friend, whose name is Abel." ”

The young man looked down at his notepad, "Yes, sir," he said, "they asked for the room on the top floor, you see, where is the elevator," he said, pointing to a large translucent mica stone vase as tall as a woman's shoulder. It was so wide, and it was filled with large peonies made of crimson and gold silk, dyed black, and the branches of unknown plants were mixed with silver powder, "and behind it was it," he said sullenly. Standing on tiptoe to look at Hopkins, he found that he had no luggage, and his eyes showed a look of disappointment: "Go all the way to the top floor, turn right, and go to the end." The last one is. ”

Hopkins looked at him again and pulled back his trench coat. He took out his wallet from his inner trouser pocket, took out a five-dollar bill, and shook it at the young man: "I still need you to do me a favor." ”

The young man's spirits were finally lifted a little, and he immediately turned out from behind the front desk, "What's the matter?" He said politely, "Do you need a bottle of wine?" I can make a recommendation for you. ”

"No," Hopkins said solemnly, "I just need you to carry me a letter." As he spoke, he punched the waiter in the ribs, and the ghoul's fist was harder and heavier than the hammer, and the ribs broke with a snap. The young man screamed.

When the people outside ran in, they found a well-dressed outsider half-kneeling on the ground, holding the waiter's head: "He fell," the man said, "I checked for him, and it seems that he broke a rib." ”

"Are you a doctor?" One person asked.

"Of course," replied Dr. Hopkins solemnly, "don't move him, call an ambulance, lest the broken rib get into his guts." ”

Someone asked the waiter how he fell, and his eyes bulged. "Confused" and "confused" were confused, and I couldn't figure it out, so I had to admit that I accidentally slipped on the marble.

"I told William Sr. that the ground should not be too smooth." Another said. In chapter 150, when he listened, the man was beaten, and the pain he suffered reached the "head", and he fell headlong on the carpet, startling Catherine.

"Good evening," said Hopkins gently, as he looked around the room, and at last stopped at the door that led to the bedrooms, both of which were open and empty, "Ladies and gentlemen, it is a pleasure to see you again," he looked at the "head," and "it seems that one is missing, if I remember correctly," and he said intimately, "what about Martin?" ”

"I've sent him to another job." "Chief" said fearlessly, "Ghoul" is a dangerous person, but he is not a lamb - of course, his ability is not only those who show it, as long as there is a little brain, he will try to keep a hand, except for the lively Martin, every time his ability develops or extends, he will shout that the whole world knows.

"It's a shame." "I can't wait to meet him," Hopkins said. ”

This sentence can be said to be quite sincere, "Chief" thought, Anthony. Hopkins wanted to kill Martin, no doubt, if it weren't for the fact that he was still holding Sasha in his arms at that time. Hopkins—and he, Catherine, and Abel are still there, and Martin will probably not be able to escape that, oh, maybe delete Catherine, and she may be able to endure not killing Martin because her previous partner, who died because of Catherine's willfulness. But they will definitely be happy to sit idly by. But he can't let things go on like this, he has too few people at his disposal, and although the "ghoul" can now be said to be a "partner", who would have expected a madman to do it?! In the six months since the agency handed over the bounty subscribers, he killed four bounties in one fell swoop - the ghost believes that they died from various accidents, such as the idiot who loves to play Batman, and the police concluded that he had taken too much cocaine. The hallucinations caused by the "drug" led him to kill a recruit girl and then "commit suicide", but the "boss" had never heard of a man who could "commit suicide" by breaking open his abdomen with a silver spoon and wrapping his belly around his neck - it was the belly of a living, human with skin and muscles. Not cooked pork belly cooked in a soup pot!

He didn't know what the agency thought, using this kind of guy was simply wielding a sword without a handle. Or they don't think about it because they don't have to have face-to-face contact with him at all, and they have to count on him to make a big difference in the next operation.

"If you see Martin." "Remember to tell me," Hopkins said, "and I'll kill him," he said flatly. After thinking about it, he added, "If the situation allows, I will devise a new way for him to die." He spoke like he was about to invent a new way to eat cucumbers.

The "head" stared at him for a moment, and he had to admit that this pervert seemed really sanctimonious, and he gave people the impression that he was not only harmless but also gentle, clean, not only outside. And inside.

"If you see Martin," said the chief, "I will tell you." "He really didn't mind letting that runaway little bastard learn some real lessons, after his manpower wasn't so tight anymore.

"Thanks," Hopkins said, moving his two straight, lanky legs to the couch and sitting down face to face with the 'head', "Would you like to ask the waiter to bring a bottle of wine?" ”

As soon as he said this, the "head's" ribs began to hurt again: "No need," he endured. Although it has long been known that he does not "feel" candy from his pocket to eat, he still hopes that the man in front of him will know as little as possible: "I'm afraid there is no one at the service desk...... Bring us a bottle of Perrier soda, I think Mr. Hopkins will love it. Catherine, and ice cubes and lemon. ”

Catherine hesitated. But Abel gave her a look.

Although the hotel is clean and warm, and the sound insulation effect of the heavy walls is not worth mentioning, even if it is the best suite on the top floor, only the bedroom has a TV, it is still old-fashioned, the picture is blurry, and the Xiaoice box in the shared room is only cheap mineral water and sweetened "coloring" drinks.

Catherine walked out, and the three men waited quietly for a while.

"She's downstairs." Abel said on the runway, "Far away, is Perrier soda sold here?" ”

"Yes," Hopkins said, "a small private shop, hopefully not closed yet." ”

Even if it wasn't closed, Catherine would probably have to walk half the town to find it.

"Like I said before, I'm going to change the guys." Hopkins said.

Abel straightened up: "Is there another one who is good at plucking the clavichord?" He frowned: "We don't need ordinary people, and we don't allow it." ”

"Ah, he's not an ordinary man." Hopkins said, "The person I recommend is Sasha. Hopkins. ”

The room fell silent for a moment, and Abel knew why they had transferred Catherine.

"I always thought that one of the conditions for you to cooperate with us was to sa sha. Hopkins was able to get a calm and stable world. Abel said.

"I changed my mind." "Ghoul" said.

(To be continued)

n (one second to remember the world)