Chapter Twenty-Four: The Hidden Truth
Arriving at their ship, a few minutes later - the QueenBerry sank to the bottom of the sea with a loud noise. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info
It was a spectacular scene. The massive hull slowly sank to the bottom of the sea, leaving only the calm surface of the sea, and the stirred up waves disappeared. It's as if there was nothing there in the first place.
Lunas and Victoria leaned against the railing of the deck, staring at the sea. The long silky hair, which always shines brightly, was blown up by the strong sea breeze from the sea.
"What are you looking at?" Lunas asked.
Victoria lifted her finger forward. Then, as if to tell him some great secret, he leaned his mouth into Lunas's ear and whispered.
"I don't hate beautiful things."
Victorica, who said this, smiled softly.
I don't know when the rain stopped, and after the dark clouds dispersed, the dazzling rising sun embraced the boat. The intense sunlight that dyed the sea bright red also poured its brilliance over their heads.
Lunas realized that this small, golden girl was telling herself her "likes and dislikes" for the first time. He felt like he had been told something unusual. Lunas smiled too. "Really? Me too! β
Soon the ship docked.
Julie was disembarking when a figure suddenly appeared in front of her, the same blonde hair, the same white suit, but it wasn't Ned, it was Grunewin.
Gleiwin gracefully stretched out his right hand and said, "Miss, please stretch out your hand." β
"Who are you?"
"Famous police officer."
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Julie then noticed the line of officers behind Gleiwin. Then she looked back, and Lunas and Victoria were watching her from behind her.
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In the torture room, Julie faces Gourwin and Victoria, and the three of Lunas are seated.
This room is a bit dark and very spacious. The long, unadorned table is placed securely in the center of the room. The lighting relies only on a very practical incandescent lamp, and the wooden chair on which everyone sits sits makes a squeaky noise at the slightest movement.
Julie Gale sat back in her chair with a look of surprise. She asked Victoria.
"How do you know that the prisoner is me?"
Victoria suddenly opened the bag, took out his pipe, put it in his mouth, and lit the fire. took a puff, exhaled a puff of cigarette, and said
"You lied...... When introducing yourself, you say that you are the daughter of a capitalist. β
"Lunas, do you remember? Here's her habit. β
Victoria stood up and began pacing as she fiddled with the pendant on her chest.
Take five steps, turn around, and walk back. Take another five steps, then turn around again. After repeating it a few times, Victoria looked up.
"You can't walk a few steps before you turn around, right?"
"I'm in the same habit as me!"
"It's not a movement that people who grow up in spacious houses, but people who have been in an environment so narrow that they hit a wall if they take five steps forward. For example, a single cell in a prison, a ward, or an attic under the roof of a house. β
Gurewin shook himself for some reason and coughed deliberately.
Victoria glanced at him and whispered.
"What I just said is a general situation, not a hint. Back to the point, there's another important thing. Well. When she found a weapon in Morris and was about to attack us, she took out her own gun and shot Morris. At the time, she said, the gun was found by chance on the road and brought with her. But that's also a lie. She started with the weapon that hit Morris. β
Then she reached out and pointed at Julie's handbag.
"Lunas, do you remember when you were in the hall and hit this thing in the head?"
"Well, it hurts."
"At that time, there were already guns in it. That's why the bag is so heavy. Then she ran out of the gun, and after throwing it away, she accidentally dropped the bag. I picked it up. β
"Ah, I remember......"
Lunas remembered that Victoria had thrown the bag she had picked up to Julie.
The bag looked light, fluttering through the air .......
"Ned Baxta didn't want to kill us because he was a prisoner. He is probably also the one who has something to do with the events of ten years ago. Like Morris, he thinks that there are 'hares' among us who are planning revenge, and he is secretly terrified. So want to kill us before we get killed. β
There was silence in the room.
Soon, Julie nodded.
"That's right......" her expression was unusually relaxed. It looked as if he had been arrested for the exposure of his crimes, but he felt relieved. Julie said in a very cheerful tone.
"I did it. Prepare the ship, write the invitation. I was going to kill everyone and let the ship sink. But I didn't expect to miscalculate ....... Roseanne is dead, and you, who had nothing to do with her, have boarded the ship in her place. I'm in a hurry. Because I can't let you die, I've been scared. β
A smile appeared on Julie's face.
"What the hell happened, can you tell us about what happened ten years ago?"
Gurewin interjected.
Julie nodded.
ββ¦β¦ All right. β
So, Julie Gale began to speak.
"We are all orphans...... Ten years ago, we lost our instincts when we were pulled into a black carriage with iron windows. Then, wake up on that cursed ship. We all have different nationalities, and although we can't even talk to each other, it's because of our sympathy that we can understand each other. As she spoke, Julie touched the heart-shaped pendant on her chest, "Yetβsomeone died...... It's a teenager of British nationality, he's Ned, and it's exactly the same way as this time, fake his death. Beginning with his death, we began to be suspicious of each other. Then someone found the weapons on board. In the end, they killed each other. But even so, in the midst of such circumstances, I found a small friendship, which was the Arab girl, Li. When I found her, she was cut with a knife and was bleeding, I helped him bandage the wound, and she gave it to me, this heart-shaped necklace ......."
"We supported each other's hearts on the verge of breakdown, and the final place we ended up was the radio room on the deck."
"White smoke swirls around the ceiling of the room, obscuring vision like mist.
When we entered the room covered in blood, the nine adult men who had been in the room turned back together.
Someone is playing cards, someone is smoking a cigar, someone is reading a document.
The white smoke of cigars rises to the ceiling.
When the men saw us, they all stopped what they were doing.
"Forget it, forget it, let's comfort them first."
"Morris ......"
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