Hopkins vaguely heard his name being called, but the loud guide stimulated him so deeply that his ears were like a nest of bugs, and he looked at Beelzebub, where he was rubbing his ears.

The elevator was falling rapidly, the cool breeze was blowing down from the top of the elevator, the tourists showed uncomfortable expressions, but no one complained about it, a little discomfort in exchange for only twenty seconds in this closed and crowded small space, no one wanted to talk, everyone looked up and looked at the elevator roof - there were so many people that maintaining a normal posture would inevitably let their lips touch other people's necks or hair, and people with bellies inhaled desperately - the elevator stopped, the door opened, The light from outside came in.

In order to save money, the city of Orrosa did not add extra buildings under the observation tower, and as soon as the elevator doors opened, visitors were greeted by the empty and desolate wilderness, bugs, and their tour buses.

Next to the tour bus was the twenty-two-ton dredger, two and a half people tall, around which tourists took pictures, and Beelzebub and Sasha passed through them and walked straight back to their car, accompanied by two people, and four other people in the other car.

Beelzebub loosened his collar before getting into the car, "Where are we going next?" ”

Sasha reached over and grabbed a small bug that was lingering in Beelzebub's ear: "Father Peter told me that there is an interesting place on Twelfth Street. ”

The car started, and Sasha caught a glimpse of someone running.

"I'm a doctor," a man shouted, and the people in the elevator gave him a place, which was not easy, several people were forced to stand on tiptoe, and the elevator controller pulled down the emergency engine, and the elevator quickly fell down. The doctor, with the help of two tourists, turned the girl over and made her lie on her back, "Do you have a history of epilepsy?" The doctor asked. No. Mrs. Carson said, but the doctor took a clean handkerchief from his pocket, twisted it into strips, and stuffed it into Chitz's mouth.

"I saw that she was smashed on it all of a sudden," said one male tourist, "as if she had seen something — something very tempting." So I forgot that there was still a piece of glass - it didn't look like fainting. ”

"Thank you." The doctor said, he lifted Chitz's eyelids lightly and looked at her pupils, "Well, it doesn't look very bad," Mrs. Carson gratefully took the ice-soaked paper towel from a young girl, "I took it from the hotel freezer," the girl said, "like the paper towel, unopened, very clean." The doctor took the tissue and wiped the face of his temporary patient.

The elevator fell to the bottom. The tourists rushed out, and the male tourists, who had previously reported the situation to the doctor, helped the doctor to take Chiz. Carson moved out of the elevator, and five minutes later, an ambulance whizzed in.

Chiz came to her senses before she could get into the ambulance, and she wanted to go back to the hotel. But her mother insisted on going to the hospital for a check-up. Carson only had a very slight contusion of the nasal cartilage, and when he arrived at the hospital, even the nosebleed stopped, the tip of the nose was slightly swollen, but it was not crooked, and then he just needed to do some ice and rest.

Mrs. Carson was always with her daughter. Wait until Chiz. Carson was completely asleep before she walked out of the room—she and Chiz were in a suite, and there was a small reception room outside. Carson was waiting for her outside, his hair still a little wet and his face tired. It was evident that they had arrived in the drawing-room, and there were two seamstresses in the drawing-room, who had brought Mrs. Carson a complete set of the traditional dresses of the kind that were the favorite of the gentlemen of the Yankees, including the corset. The hoopbone skirt that relied on the whale skeleton to prop up the skirt and spread it out in all directions, the double petticoat and the large hem skirt, the petticoat was milky silk, the large skirt was dark green velvet, and the buttons were pearls. Carson sat in his armchair and admired, and when everything was ready, he stood up, and took out of his trouser pocket a jewelry box containing a diamond pin, modeled after a king who had given him to the queen, and the queen had given him his lover, and on top was a small portrait surrounded by broken diamonds, and below hung six diamonds cut into the shape of a diamond.

The small portrait of a man with curly white hair and a face the size of a pea is dressed in the elaborate and elaborate embroidered gowns of the seventeenth century, but Mrs. Carson recognizes him at a glance as Cade. Carson.

"Father is going to be furious." Mrs. Carson said uneasily.

Cade pinned a pin to her and pressed his palm to her soft breast, "I dare swear to my mother's grave, he will never recognize it, that poor old man has not loved me to that extent." He said cheekily. How's Chizz doing? ”

"It was only a little wound," said Mrs. Carson sadly, "and she seemed to see someone—she slammed into the glass of the elevator and wounded her nose as she threw herself over, but when I asked her, she would not say anything." ”

"And now?"

"She's already asleep."

"Then let her sleep," Cade said, "Do you know about tonight's masquerade?" ”

Mrs. Carson hesitated and touched the diamond pin on her chest: "There's an invitation from the hotel," she said, "but ......."

"I've got Chizz's share ready," Cade tilted his head, and the two seamstresses knowingly opened another large box, which contained a misty rose dress that suited a girl, "what a pity," he said unintentionally, "I'll have someone take care of Chizz here, it's only three hours, and she's lying in bed, sleeping well, what can happen?" ”

Mrs. Carson pinched her fingers and looked at her daughter's room, at her lover in front of her, "And my father." ”

"I guarantee he won't show up tonight," Cade said, "and he has a vital meeting to attend." ”

He took her hand, "I only have five hours, my dear," he pleaded, "I came on an eleven hour plane, and then I took an eleven hour plane back, just for those five hours." ”

***

Sasha and Beelzebub returned to the hotel when Anthony. Hopkins was already in their room.

He was going to inspect the diamonds that were about to be delivered as payment, because they would soon be stolen, and the only time to check the quality was twenty-four hours. Hopkins studied diamonds, and as a very human with extraordinary eyesight, he was able to check whether diamonds met their requirements faster and more accurately than experts who needed to wear binocular stereo microscopes.

"Then when they deliver," Beelzebub asked, "do you need to check it again?" ”

"No, I don't." Dr. Hopkins said, "I've memorized them all. ”

The diamonds are meticulously fastened to sixteen panels on a black velvet backing, and unlike the ones that the store selects for customers, the diamonds on these panels are arranged in a very close line, with one hundred and twenty beautiful loose diamonds on one panel. Holding it in his hand was like holding a pool of water in the sun, fifty plates in all, which could fit into a large suitcase—and extra, which Constantine asked them to help pass on to Sir Raul's personal remuneration, about a hundred carats of diamonds were set into a set of jewelry, including tiaras, necklaces, and earrings, in a delicate and unique style, made of platinum.

It is not counted in the 200 million yuan, and the diamonds on it are not coded. It's "clean".

Father Peter doesn't care, what's the bad with doing less?

Anthony. Hopkins looked at his fingers, and when he examined the diamonds, he secretly inspected the silver-white metal brackets, and found something very interesting—but for now. All he needs to tell is Chegalle. Than Sandy alone.

His father sniffed imperceptibly as Sasha entered, the "ghoul" was sensitive to blood, and he saw a few small red bumps in Beelzeburak's neckline, and a little blood on the edge of the collar, but he smelled more blood, like a young woman's.

Big Hopkins clapped his son's hands. Sasha walked over and kissed him on the cheek.

"Where have you been?"

"We went to the observation tower by the diamond pit," said Sasha, "and then went to a place that Father Peter told us about, which was on 12th Street. ”

"Ah, yes. I remember it, I used to make a pair of emerald and diamond earrings for your mother there with my own hands," Hopkins said in a cheerful mood, "so to speak." I'm going to get an unexpected little gift. ”

The unexpected gift was a ring with no patterns, a plain shape, the width of a man's finger. In the center of it is a colorless diamond about five carats, cut into radiant brilliant, and the inside and outside of the ring are polished very smooth.

Dr. Hopkins wears the ring on the middle finger of his right hand.

Beelzebub was trying not to show his curiosity, it was the first time he had heard of Sasha's mother, or Dr. Hopkins, who for a while thought Sasha had been born by the doctor himself.

"Is Beelzebub a ring?"

Beelzebub shrugged and pulled out from his trouser pocket a large gold ring that looked like a baby bracelet, and the diamonds on it were also five carats, marquise-shaped, and looked like sparkling eyes.

He didn't know if the shape would suit Chegalle. Bissandi, but Father Peter once told him that among the natives of Orlosa, diamonds are called "dragon's eyes" and can ward off disasters.

"I can't give him earrings and headdresses, the bracelets don't have a good meaning, and Chegalle doesn't like to wear necklaces," Beelzebub said, putting the ring back in his trouser pocket. "He was a little embarrassed, he didn't think his first ring was for his dad – if it was only Anthony. Hopkins got a gift from his son, and Chegalle would be unhappy.

"Chegalle will like it." Mr. Hopkins said that Chegalle's body was growing unreasonably day by day, and that he had given up his watch and ring a long time ago, but if it was a gift from his son, he would have wanted to wear it on his finger.

"Would you like to take a break after dinner?" Dr. Hopkins said.

"No," said Sasha, "is there anything wrong?" ”

"There's a masquerade ball at the hotel," says Dr. Hopkins, "and Father Peter has the mask and costume ready. ”

(To be continued)