"It's like a mirage." Beelzebub said.

"That's true." Anthony. Hopkins said with a calm expression.

The wind blew through the vast gray desert, raising up the sand and dust that obscured the sky and the sun, and they surged and tumbled like a thick fog, and for hours and hours there was no rest, and the orange and dark brown buildings were obscured and surrounded by them, and the outlines were blurred, and only occasionally a very small piece was revealed, but even that piece was often very clear, like a little finger peeking out of a heavy coat of a beauty.

With no end in sight to the rolling desert, no man-made structures around the city, not even a tree, a lake, or a gas station, this small city is like a small chess piece that God has at his fingertips, placed squarely in the middle of the desert.

***

The accident at Polyphemo unexpectedly gave the boys an extra week, and Sasha and Beelzebub were about to return to Poseidon Island, where they missed old Andreana's craft very much. Hopkins brought back Chegalle. Bisandi's message, he hopes that the boys will not go back for a while, this "temporary" may be three weeks, it may be two months, but he promises that everyone will be able to eat Halloween toffee apples on Poseidon Island.

Anthony. Hopkins took over the task of caring for Beelzebub, and he had suggested that they should go to Monte Carlo, Monaco, but neither Sasha nor Beelzebub were very interested - they didn't think much of a place near the sea in the near future, except for Poseidon Island, and the pot of Polleufermo's muddy water soaked in thousands of corpses gave them an appetite, and Hopkins had to change his destination—a miniature world where gambling was also the mainstay of the economy.

Las vegas.

Beelzebub looked at Anthony with interest. Hopkins moves and he knows Chegalle. Bisandi was powerful, wealthy, and had many friends, but now it seems that the great Hopkins is not far behind. He made a phone call from a small hotel room that the rescue team had prepared for them (before Sasha had struggled to get rid of his aunt) through a laptop computer he had with him, which was only five inches in size, and Beelzebub noticed that he had entered the code when he opened it.

About two hours later (during which time they had showered, changed their clothes, each had some hot dogs, Beelzebub and Sasha drank hot milk, and Hopkins sipped half a glass of mint), a champagne-colored motorhome came to greet them. The car is very similar to the last time Hopkins drove to the small town of Grande, but the rear seats are wider and can be recessed. Together, they became a large bed about eight feet wide, and the two boys slept comfortably in the back, and what had happened the night before was enough for them. They slept soundly, as Dr. Hopkins gently woke them up. They still don't know what to do.

The boys disembarked, one by one, and found themselves in a small airport, where two pilots were waiting next to a silver commercial private jet with seven spacious, soft seats and a small bar at the end, decorated in ivory white and tan. There are also two service staff. The plane took off as soon as they got on board, and it circled in the air for a small half and flew inland.

The kids have already slept in the RV. But Sasha fell asleep again within minutes of boarding the plane. Hopkins refused the help of the attendants and wrapped him in a blanket with his own hands, his pale golden head tilted over and leaned on his shoulder. Beelzebub could not be refreshed. He offered himself a blanket and a glass of brandy with cream and coffee.

If only for physical sake. As a supernatural being, their fatigue should have been lifted long ago, and the fatigue they now showed was entirely from mental torture, especially Sasha, who not only resisted, but also managed to disturb it, although in the end he was able to do so in Anthony. Hopkins gave up at his behest, but the energy spent on it would not be so easy to recover for a while.

It's a new endeavor, and even Big Hopkins doesn't know what the end up will be, but the result is satisfying to him - Sasha is inherited from Big Hopkins' sister, and the other Sasha and his mother's parts can sometimes make him a little fragile and too gentle, Dr. Hopkins admits that it's good, but the world is in crisis, he can't take any chances, he has to let Sasha. Hopkins becomes a "grinder" (the mob's slang: a difficult person to deal with), and Sasha must be equipped with fangs, claws, and a hard, ruthless heart.

It may have been a bit painful, but he wanted to sprinkle the sand. Hopkins doesn't have to repeat the mistakes of the past – Anthony. Hopkins closed his eyes tightly, the door of the cellar opened, he had no time to close it, the disgusting stench and the panicked cries of the children rushed out, and a girl was dragged out, she was only six years old, her skin was white, her hair was golden, and her dark blue eyes were full of tears, she had been hungry for some time, but most of the fat accumulated from the rich and nutritious food of the previous six years was still intact, and she stumbled forward like a lame deer, Hopkins trembled all over, he couldn't hold back his sobs, a strange current of air spilling through his teeth, he smelled the scent, the smell of the broth, yes, he had drunk the broth, the broth made from his sister's scattered bones. The remnants used their leftovers to feed the children who had not yet been selected to be killed, in order to keep the food "fresh".

A hand blindfolded Anthony. Hopkins' nose, his palms hot, scented with oranges, and the cellar flew away, and Hopkins opened his eyes, and he found himself in tears. In front of him stood a waitress, a young, beautiful woman, well-informed—she had seen many rough and brutal guests, some of them had killed people, and several bastards who had never been afraid to beat women, but none of them had ever made her so frightened.

Hopkins lowered his eyes as the waiter held a plate of steaming broth next to a cod steak with fresh lettuce and ginger and garlic sauce. The juice and the toasted brown bread, buttered on it, where the smell he had just come from.

He held down that hand and sprinkled the sand. Hopkins' hand. The hand was warm, blood flowed in the veins, and he pursed his lips and kissed quietly on the palm of his hand.

"Thank you," he said, "I'm much better." ”

"It's okay." Sasha said he smiled at the attendant standing next to him and nodded, "Please change to a bowl of creamy seafood soup," he blinked, "If you can, add more sweet basil to it." (Sweet basil has a calming effect)

"And absinthe." Dr. Hopkins added, "I think there should be here. ”

"Of course, we have it all here." At this point, the well-trained service staff finally recovered. She even attached a provocative smile, just a little short.

"You can give me that broth." Beelzebub, who was sitting next to him, stood up at some point, with a blanket draped over his shoulders. Hands hidden underneath: "I'm so hungry that I can swallow a cow." The waiter, with his wavy copper-haired hair, smiled gratefully at him, walked over gracefully, bent down and placed the tray on the fixed table in front of his seat: "Thank you." She whispered, "My little good man." ”

Her lips were barely half an inch from Beelzebub's ears as she spoke, her body temperature and fragrance lingering between the boy's skin and nose, and her slender hair was lifted by the breeze from the ventilators. Beelzebub's cheeks were tickled a little, and he shrugged his shoulders, returned to his seat, and began to feast on it.

The attendants thought he was there to relieve her, but Beelzebub knew he was really hungry, and it was probably not an exaggeration to say that he could eat a cow - he was awakened by the great Hopkins. The threat and oppression made him sweat - Sasha had done an analysis of his abilities, and he had told Beelzebub that his abilities had been inherited from his father, who was a supernatural being. This is normal, and his mother is not supposed to be a supernatural, Beelzebub's ability is not mixed with anything other than the old Bissandi, so in many cases, look at Chegar. Bisandi can see the future of him...... Sasha once mentioned. Chegalle's appetite is tied to his abilities, whether they grow or change. It was evident from his appetite, especially when he felt danger, that he would eat more and digest faster—something that had been confirmed by Beelzebub, just now.

Big Hopkins made him feel hungry.

Before a new soup is served, Anthony. Hopkins injected himself with a shot of low-concentration cocaine (the attendants were right, there was everything on the plane), and then drank half a glass of absinthe, the spasmodic cranial nerves finally stopped bouncing, he rolled his eyeballs behind the closed eyelids, a little tears flowed out, and Sasha immediately wiped it off with his fingers.

"Where's the medicine?" He asked with a serious look on his face.

"I didn't have it with me," Dr. Hopkins said, "but don't worry, I'll be fine, I'll be fine soon." He stretched out his arms and wrapped his arms around Sasha's shoulders, turning his head away, his lips rubbing the child's soft blonde hair.

When Beelzebub saw this, his face was slightly hot, as if he had inadvertently revealed some of his friend's secrets.

Father and son on Poseidon Island never made such affection, his nominal adoptive father was out on the run almost every day, and his real father, Chegar. Bisandi, who had only hugged him a few times even after they had known who they were—such affectionate and affectionate hugs were often used as comfort (usually only at funerals) and rewards (if you did do something big)—the adult males of Poseidon Island never skimped with strength and money, but did not know how to express their inner feelings, and for them, this kind of behavior should only be seen by their mothers, sisters, and daughters. If a child, especially a boy, dares to make such a casual request to an older man, he will be regarded as a sissy, and his father or brother will correct this "bad problem" by ridicule and whipping.

But that's a bit enviable, isn't it?

(To be continued)

PS: I'm sorry, but there's still one more chapter to revise, and today's third update will only be for tomorrow morning. —The first is in chapter 162, as a supplement.