"I won’t," Grace said, as if she had been accused of a felony. "Only L is so abnormal, but now I can see the symptoms. You all look tired and pale, and your hands are curled up. You are covered with his brand."
"Residual effect. Residual effect."
"But you still admit it."
"I admit that his mother doesn’t know why you pointed a gun at my head!" He roared, does the ghost bird hear nothing or pretend to sleep? However, he may have lied, and what the ghost bird called "the sense of light" popped out curiously. At this moment, he was questioned by the deputy director on all fours. "The sense of light" caused a tension in his chest and a spasm in his left thigh.
After a short pause, the muzzle of the head was tighter. He was taken aback, and then the barrel pressure and her shadow disappeared. He glanced at Grace and leaned back against the wall, still holding the gun in his hand.
He sat up, put his hands on his thighs, and took a deep breath and thought hard. If he was to deal with this actual situation, his mother said, "You can’t choose one or the other." He could try to ease the situation or snatch the rifle against the wall, but if the ghost bird act, he really had no choice.
Slowly and cautiously, he picked up three Viterbi reports and forced himself to face the crisis at the moment. "Do you usually welcome others like this?"
At the moment, her face has changed into a cold mask as if urging him to challenge. "Sometimes I pull the trigger and end up. I’m not interested in nonsense. You don’t understand what I’ve been through, which is true … which is false."
He held Viterbi paper to his chest against the wall. Did he have something in his eyes?
"The world," he said, "is just what we perceive, and I try to rely on this information to judge and act." But he no longer believes in this world.
"I will shoot before you leave the boat."
"Thank you?" He tried to emphasize his tone.
He nodded briefly and looked serious. Grace put the gun back into the holster on the right side of her body and stopped aiming at him. "I have to be careful all the time." He noticed that her arm was stretched tightly and heard her playing with the holster buckle and clicking and clicking.
"Of course," he said, "I saw your big toe hurt, which makes people suspicious."
She ignored it and said, "When will you get here?"
"Five days ago"
"How long does it take to move from the border?"
Grace stayed here alone and forgot the date? "no more than two weeks"
"How did you get here?"
He told the truth, but ignored the specific location of the submarine gate and did not say that it was caused by ghost birds.
Grace thought for a long time with a bitter smile on her face, but it was difficult to interpret the meaning. However, he became alert again. She took out her intestinal scraper in her left hand and drew circles in the mud and dust around her. This is not only a summary of paranoid intelligence, but also a deeper interest. He needs to analyze herself. Is Grace stimulated or frightened, and her way of thinking has changed, resulting in permanent poor judgment?
He tried to be as gentle as possible. "Do you mind if I wake the ghost bird now?"
"I mixed sedatives in her water last night."
"You what?" He recalled many times to interrogate the country’s terrorist scenes and all the symbols.
"You become her best friend now? Do you believe her? Do you really understand what I mean? "
Believe that she is not the enemy, believe that she is human, and he wants to say that I believe in her as much as I believe in myself, but Grace will not be satisfied with this.
"What’s going on here?" He was sad that he felt betrayed when the interaction effect-smoking together in the courtyard of Nanjing Bureau-was turned to ashes.
Grace shuddered, and the hidden pressure surfaced and swept over her body as if she had just woken up from a nightmare.
"It needs to adapt," she said, staring at herself drawing patterns in the mud and dust. "It needs to adapt because everything we do is meaningless. The headquarters abandoned our new director and abandoned us."
"I want to-"I want to stay. You let me leave, but this is obviously not her opinion. Now she is on the edge of the world and she blames him for everything.
"When I think about it, I think it’s your fault. I did blame you, but what can you do? You can’t do anything. Headquarters mostly manipulates you and makes you do what you want. "
He remembered that horrible experience as if it were a wedge embedded in his memory. He remembered the expression on Grace’s face at that time. When the border advanced, did he talk to her? Did he approach her and touch her arm? Was this his imagination?
"I wish you could see the expression on your face," she said as if talking about his reaction to the surprise party. The wall in the building became alive, and the director of flesh and blood returned with a green light. He felt heavy pressure. His left finger curled up and held tightly the statue of intestine in his coat pocket. He relaxed his grip and pulled out a finger. He carefully watched his hand bend, and the dent was pale and surrounded by a circle of pink.
"What happened to the Science Department?"
"They decided to close the basement, but the place changed very quickly and I didn’t stay long." Her tone was relaxed and casual. They both knew that the world had disappeared, but she said it so easily. The sentence "I didn’t stay long" concealed how many terror chiefs suspected that those employees had no choice about their own destiny when they were closed by the wall that suddenly appeared
What about Viterbi? However, at the thought of the last time the detective camera lost video, he felt that he didn’t want to know at the moment, maybe never.
"That … director?"
Even in the new environment, even if she is nervous, tired and lack of food, her eyes remain calm, and she will always be able to take all the responsibilities and push forward.
"I shot her in the head and obeyed her orders because according to my judgment, returning is an intruder or a fake."
She went on talking, or had other thoughts that interfered with her narrative or tried to calm down. She was so loyal to the director that she could be said to love him. Even if she killed this person, it was hard to imagine how much harm it would do her.
Later, he asked evasively, "What happened later?"
She stared at the ground and shrugged her shoulders. "I can do this. I can search for things as much as possible and take all those who are willing to go with me to the lighthouse and go to the place she instructed. I did exactly what she said, but we didn’t change anything. She made a mistake. She made a mistake. Whether her plan was finished or not."