The night seemed to be a little deeper. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Outside the window, the city is dark, and the occasional sporadic light of the buildings in the distance can be seen, but other than that, the whole city seems to die quietly in this night.

Outside the glass window of the library, surrounded by a black balustrade, some walking corpses roamed, aimless, with open mouths filled with the sound of empty wind, some missing an arm, some with half of their faces torn off, some dragging their intestines in the garden grass, and the branches pulled up to the intestines it was dragging and ripped out all the internal organs, pulling its wandering footsteps, and it just swayed in that area.

The fire in the reading room was swaying, the tongue of fire was jumping on the musty pages, Claire sat quietly at the table and painted, raising her head from time to time to show the small piece of paper to her brother behind her, and Hall always gently rubbed the little girl's soft hair, took the painting in her hand, and watched her turn around and continue to paint with great interest.

I took Colin's kettle and slowed down to Andrew, who had his eyes closed.

Now the entire reading room seems to be wary of him because of his martial arts. No one wants to come near him, and now he seems to be at peace for the time being, and if there is a situation where he has to kill his peers or something, then he is the most difficult enemy.

Tucking the kettle behind me, I lowered my breath and looked at Andrew sideways. He folded his arms around his chest, leaned back in his chair, pursed his lower lip, his chest rising and falling slightly as he breathed evenly.

"I don't want to drink water." He closed his eyes and kept his voice calm.

…… It turned out that he knew it all.

I pulled out the kettle hidden behind me and shrugged my shoulders.

"Well, I'm not forcing you."

……

"Is there anything else?"

"Yes."

He slowly opened his eyes.

"Do you want to hear it?" I stood beside him, looking at the strip of cloth wrapped around the wound on his arm.

"I don't want to." He unceremoniously refused.

……

Instantly deflated.

I frowned, crouched down, and looked up at him in my chair.

"You don't want to hear it, but I want to say it."

He didn't say anything more, didn't say a word, as if waiting for my next words.

"Are your feet much better?" My eyes fell on his right ankle, which was also wrapped in strips of cloth. It is inconceivable that a foot that looks so badly injured can exert such a force in an instant, and an adult man cannot stand up by stepping on the ground.

"You should have the answer in your heart." He pierced me sharply.

Oh, yes.

I reached out and pinched his ankle.

His face was expressionless.

I looked at him, silently increasing the strength of my hands.

Unmoved.

Seems to be very bearable?

I pressed a little harder.

Andrew pursed the corners of his mouth, and a wave flashed in his eyes.

…… It seems that he is still injured, but not as badly as he appears.

Sighing and letting go of my hand, I placed the kettle on the ground at his feet, patted the dust off my hands, and looked into his deep eyes.

"Andrew, you said that you would be honest with my questions, right?"

“…… It's up to you to know or not. ”

"You don't have the right to decide what I need to know."

"I think that's good for you."

"What qualifications do you have to say that?" I narrowed my eyes.

"Someone entrusted me with your protection."

I sneered.

"Entrusting you?"

Andrew lowered his eyes and looked at me with a look of confusion in his eyes.

"Well, he probably commissioned you to kidnap me, right?"

His eyes narrowed, his breathing stagnant.

I caught the fleeting surprise in his expression.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He replied coldly.

Pretending to be stupid?

Yes.

I nodded slightly, lowered my head, played with Colin's kettle, and said nonchalantly.

"I'm curious to see what your expressions were when you saw the corpses of your two companions."

“……”

"But you don't feel too sorry for them, after you left that room, the two kidnappers discussed how to turn against you so that they could swallow the ransom."

“……“

I lowered my voice and looked him in the eye.

"No, I was wrong, it's not the ransom, it's the mercenary money, right. You have been hired to kill me in the name of kidnapping. ”

Andrew met my gaze with a frown.

We were silent in the corner, as if everything around us had nothing to do with us.

There was a slight sound from the other end of the reading room, followed by the sound of someone falling to the floor, followed by Colin's hurried apology and Vic's angry scolding.

I just stared at Andrew like this, pushing him to say the real answer.

I don't know how long it took, but Andrew breathed a little longer.

"When did you find out?"

"In the storeroom, while helping you bandage your wounds, I saw a tattoo on your arm." I glanced at his arm wrapped in strips of cloth, "Actually, I woke up before you left the room, I saw the tattoo on your arm when you walked past the desk, and besides, the two kidnappers used to say that you are from the special forces, and after meeting you, I found that you are not only proficient in bandaging, but also proficient in martial arts, and it is easy to determine your identity." ”

"Little girl, you're smart."

"Don't please me." I looked at Andrew with a cold face, "Boss, I want to know who is trying to kill me?" What the hell are you hiding? ”

Top dog......

I called him like the other two kidnappers, and he frowned slightly, as if he was slightly displeased.

"First of all, I didn't lie to you, someone did ask me to protect you."

"But ......"

"Don't interrupt me." His voice was a little hoarse, and after the lie was exposed, he didn't show any weakness in his heart.

I bit my lower lip and compromised.

"So I was involved in this kidnapping case, and you were very clever enough to guess that the kidnapping was only the surface, and the murder was the goal. My client referred me to an employer who wanted to kill you, and then, with my ability, I was easily identified as the leader of the kidnapping syndicate, and I didn't see the employer directly, everything was contacted by phone. The other two kidnappers are fugitives, with no identity and no fixed residence, and it is easy to get out. Andrew paused slightly, "I was about to finish off those two smashes when there was a strange movement outside, so I left the room for a while. When I returned, the two kidnappers were already two corpses. ”

Strange movements......

My back shuddered, and I thought of the zombie that had slammed into the door and tried to attack me.

“…… So did that time start? ”

Loss erupts.

Andrew nodded.

"I have been ordered to save you from the kidnappers, and my mission will not be complete until you stand in front of the client in peace. I used to be a soldier, and it's my job to get things done. ”

His tone was calm and calm, as if he were repeating something serious and sacred.

I was silent, looking into his deep eyes, and for a moment I didn't know whether to believe him or not.

He saved me.

But he was involved in the murder of me.

I thought about closing the library door and leaving him to fend for himself in that garden full of zombies.

But after a few seconds of ideological struggle, he opened the door and rushed back.

A gut instinct that told me vaguely that he couldn't just die.

Save him with all you can......

I lowered my head slightly, keeping my feet in a squatting position a little numb, and I simply sat on the ground with my hands on my knees.

Should he be trusted......

Distraught, I shook my head and buried my face between my arms.

"It's cold on the ground, don't sit still."

Andrew's deep voice came from overhead, and I looked up at his calm face, illuminated by the firelight.

A, an inexplicable peace of mind quietly overcomes my heart.

I suddenly found myself feeling a little relieved......

From the moment he opened the door of the confessional and carried me out of that purgatory......

"Do you want me to believe you?"

"I want you to make a decision that you won't regret."

“…… How much more do you know about me? ”

"The client told me that your name is Vera Lancelot, and that someone is currently planning a kidnapping to kill you, and I need to infiltrate it to keep you safe." His tone was frank.

"Who's the principal?"

Andrew fell silent.

“…… Why can't you tell me now? ”

"It's not time yet."

Occasion......

I lowered my head and could only nod silently.

"Well, I believe you."

Silent, feeling a warm palm rubbing my hair, I looked up to find him leaning forward, looking at me gently.

"Andrew, I've always had a strange feeling."

"Tell me about it."

"Where have we met before?"

He smiled, leaning back in his chair again.

"Probably."