Chapter 11 Chapter 8 Eagle Wind Charcoal Grilled Bar

After seeing the end of the world, murdering my best friend, and finding myself having to let go of the most important purpose of my life, I decided it was time to find a place to rest.Luckily, there happened to be a great nightclub nearby, so I took Joanna's hand and headed towards that store.In Night City, if you don't know how to seize the opportunity to rest, no matter how amazing your willpower is, you will collapse sooner or later.Joanna didn't want to rest, as Braston Street was so close, but I insisted.After all, she was also tired, so after a few arguments, she resigned herself to her fate and followed obediently.

The Eaglewind Charcoal Bar is a sight to behold, and even in Nightside, a place full of dark wonders, it's still a rare and beautiful building.In order to open Joanna's horizons, I stopped at the entrance of the bar for a while, but she was not in the mood to appreciate it at all.What a pity, this is a rare spectacle.The architectural style of the 1960s, the immaculate fantasy ruins, the bright neon lights of the Rococo style, and the brightly colored art posters, all of which are definitely enough to leave a deep imprint on the human retina.The Indian lattice door was opened for us in a thoughtful manner, and the nostalgic smell of the 1960s came in. Incense and essential oils, more than a dozen different smokes, and the mellow aroma of various delicious coffees, it is like In heaven.As for some retro men's hair oil smell, let's not mention it.

It was packed as usual, and the air was filled with hits from the '60s.I smiled and greeted some familiar faces, and led Joanna through the maze of tables, trying to find a more private seat at the back.The Stranger's Tavern is where I talk about business, and the Eaglewind is where I quiet my mind.Joanna looked at the plastic tables and chairs in front of her, obviously looking down on this style, but she sat down without thinking.I really hope it's because she's finally willing to trust my taste.I pretended to study the oversized handwritten menu, while Joanna looked around suspiciously while smelling the comprehensive aroma of various cultures.There's always something to enjoy and enjoy at Eagle Wind Charcoal Bar.

The decor here is dominated by psychedelic lighting effects, supplemented by large swaths of bright colors on the walls, floors and ceilings.A jukebox about the size of a phone booth keeps blaring sixties classics, ignoring whatever the coin-operated customers order.Just finished the Kinks' "Sunny Afternoon," followed by the love-filled "Daydream."As I tapped to the music, I peeked at Joanna's reaction.The guests at the nearby tables are travelers from far away time and space, ranging from helpful heroes to villains, and there are also a few guys who can only really enjoy leisure here.They were famous people, they were the centers of power, they were the big people that one would never imagine to be in such a place.

Sonic Killer is showing off his new shock gun to the wizards of Notting Ridge, while Victorian explorers treat strippers to a glass of champagne.Prince Amber sat alone in a corner as usual, trying to remember how he got here.All the five Tracy brothers were present, drinking together at the same table, forming a rare spectacle.In the far corner sat a group of the Cornelis gang, studying a stack of bills they hadn't even planned to pay.I couldn't help laughing, it still hasn't changed at all.Of course, that's part of the appeal of the store, as Eaglewind Charcoal Bar is a place completely unaffected by the passage of time.

In the center of the venue are two large, ornately decorated golden cages, each containing a swing dancer in a cool feather outfit.The one with the silver wig winked at me, and I smiled back politely.A waitress in eight-inch pink stiletto heels, a plastic miniskirt, a large male shirt, and a beautiful beehive head walked by our table.I stood up, took off my coat, compared the blood on it, and the waitress nodded happily to me. "Oh, no problem, John, you've got everything you want, baby. Welcome back, Daddy, you're having a good time! Want to order?" She was chewing gum, and she spoke in a high-pitched, but sincere tone.I sat back in my chair and handed her the menu.

"Trouble you, Veronica, just two cups of Coke. Please wash your coat as soon as possible. I'm still in a hurry to handle the case." "You've got a case any minute, dear. Any advice from the future?" "Invest in computers." "awesome!" She walked away twisting her hips, her curves swaying like a ship in the ocean.Friendly palms came from all directions, but she flashed them skillfully and skillfully.A guy gets up and reads a poem, and everyone throws a bunch of trash on the spot.The music turns into The Beast's "House of the Rising Sun," but it's an uncensored version, never heard on any of the albums.Joanna leaned over the plastic table and looked at me with dissatisfaction in her eyes.

"Aren't you taking me to a 60's themed restaurant with bad taste? I've been through the 60's and that's one too many times. Besides we don't have time to wait for them to wash your coat Good. I can sense Cathy is nearby." "Even if we stay here for a month, the time outside is still the same." I said quietly. "This is a place where time does not pass. Their laundry service is very special. All clothes are shipped to China to be washed. They are guaranteed to be extremely clean and leave no traces. Even the old dirt on the shroud can be thoroughly washed. Clean. Not only do you add twice the laundry detergent, but there is no extra charge.”

"What I need is wine." Joanna said depressedly. "Not some goddamn Coke." "Trust me, you'll love the Coke here. Because this store is by no means a product of the 1960s, but a charcoal grill restaurant from the 1960s." "Oh my god. It's not going to be another time rift." "It's not... the earliest Yingfeng charcoal grill was a gathering place for all adventurers and various spiritual symbols in the 1960s. It was deeply loved by people from all walks of life, but it was a pity that it was burned in a fire in 1970. It is said that the reason is that Yingfeng Charcoal Grill itself set itself on fire to protest because of dissatisfaction with the Beatles. Originally, it was to be converted into a business school without spirituality at all. Fortunately, there are too many customers who miss it, and many of them have special talents. , so in the end Eagle Wind Charcoal Grill finally returned to Night City in the form of a ghost. This whole building is the result of everyone's stubborn ideas turned into reality, and it is actually a big haunted house in essence."

"A ghost restaurant..." “But the staff are real people. Some time travel from the 60s, others are enthusiasts from that era. All in all, Eagle Wind Charcoal Grill is a collection of the most swinging era from ancient times to the present. A good place with spirit and characteristics. And because the restaurant itself is not real, you can order food that did not appear in the 1960s. And because these foods and drinks are not real, it will not have any effect on your body. Not only is it the ultimate diet menu, it's the ultimate nostalgia destination. How long has it been since you had a real Coke, Joanna?"

Our server came back with a chorus of urchins plate with two traditional glass Coke bottles on it.She skillfully picked up the Coke bottle and knocked it on the edge of the table. The bottle cap flew away without spilling any foam.She put down a bottle of Coke in front of us, each inserted a straw into it, finally smiled at us, blew a big bubble, and then swayed away with the music, leaving Joanna looking suspiciously in front of her. glass bottle. "You don't need the straw, you're not a child anymore." "You just smoke it, do as the Romans do when you enter the country. This...is the original real cola. It is an ancient cola with a lot of sucrose and caffeine added. It's the best stuff you can't get, but the ones that survive are just for display. Try it, Joanna. Delight your taste buds." She took a breath, and I followed suit.She took a few more puffs, and I didn't want to suffer, so I immediately followed suit.The two of us leaned back on the back of the chair, exclaiming "Oh..." and "Ah..." in our mouths, feeling the black liquid flowing in our bodies, sweeping away all the fatigue in our bodies.At this time, "Only when you lose will you know how to cherish" was playing on the jukebox. I nodded my head and agreed extremely. "Sweet!" Joanna said after a while, "It's so cool! This is really the original flavor of Coke! I forgot how delicious Coke used to be. Is it expensive?" "It's not expensive here," I said. "This is the 1960s, remember? They accept currency from all eras, even IOUs. Anyway, no one will bounce their tickets, and no one wants to be rejected by this store." Joanna was in a more relaxed mood, but the corners of her mouth still refused to rise. "It's a nice place, John, but I'm not here to play in the Nightside. According to you, my daughter is only a few blocks away. Why don't we hurry up and save her, instead of sitting here wasting time?" "We need to rest. We have to be in top shape physically and mentally to enter Braston Street, or we will die on the street if we are not careful. Although Braston Street is nearby, it is a completely different place compared to here. A world. It's a fallen paradise, a place of violence, and maybe even more dangerous than that future. Yes, I know that makes you more anxious to find your daughter, but we must rest well. Remember, time will never pass as long as we are at Eaglewind Grill." "You've been doing well so far, Joanna. I admire it, really. However, no blade can withstand constant impact. I want you to sit back and enjoy your coke and the atmosphere until we rest Enough is enough. You think you have seen the horrors of the Nightside, but if you dare to look down on Braston Street, you will definitely be eaten alive. I am not joking. Besides... I think there are some things we should do before leaving here Let's talk." "What's the matter?" Joanna raised her eyebrows and asked. "About Cathy, and her situation... I need to make sure," I said cautiously. "The whole thing is by no means so simple. There must be a conspiracy behind it. I can feel it." "Many questions remain unanswered," Joanna said. "I know. Who the hell summoned Cathy for what reason? Why was she chosen? She's not important, except to me. I'm a successful businessman, but not successful enough to be a kidnapping target. That's right. What's more, this is Night City, and people like me don't matter at all. Why did I choose Cathy? Is it just a random girl? If I knew the answers to these questions, I wouldn't have to hire someone like you Such a person, right?" I nodded slowly, agreeing with her statement.Joanna continued. "I don't think I'm here because I need a break, John. I think the one who needs a break is you. You're under a lot of stress too. You killed Razor Eddie. He was your friend and you killed him." "I killed him because he was a friend. Because he had suffered so much. Because that was the only thing I could do to help him. I would do anything, no matter how difficult, if necessary." "Then why are your hands shaking?" I looked down and found that my hands were really shaking.Honestly I didn't notice this.Joanna reached out and put a hand on mine, and it didn't take long for my hands to stop shaking. "Talk about Eddie," she said. "Don't mention Street of the Gods or anything like that. Tell me about your friendship with him." "We've worked on a lot of cases together." I thought for a while and said. "Eddie is a... powerful man, but his mind is not particularly sharp. There are many problems that cannot be solved by violence, and whenever this happens, Eddie will show up at the Stranger Tavern to ask for my help. Of course he doesn't say it outright when we meet, we just sit and talk until he says what's on his mind. Then we walk out of the tavern together into the night, cutting it in a way that doesn't require a sledgehammer or a razor. problem solved." "And sometimes... when I'm stuck in a situation where I can't get out of it, he always pops up to help me out." "It doesn't sound like a friend, but more like a work partner." Joanna said. "He's a killer," I said. "Razor Eddie, the god of razors. Although he has killed bad people in recent years, he is still a killer after all. He only knows how to deal with things by violence. This kind of person is difficult to get close to because he has fallen It's too deep, I can't even see it. But... He changed completely, Joanna. I don't know what miracle he encountered on the Street of the Gods, but I saw him bravely put aside everything in the past, just to win the final Redemption. Such bravery, how can it not be admired from the bottom of your heart? If even people like him can be changed, then there is still hope for people all over the world." "I tried to befriend him, trying to lead him to a different life, hoping that he wouldn't have to continue to kill to affirm himself. And he... he listened. Whenever my life was not going well and I needed to talk to someone, He was always listening in silence. He would warn anyone who was a threat to me, and he would teach anyone who was going to hurt me. He thought I didn't know." "I killed him in the time rift in order to end his suffering. I always have a way to make up my mind and make the necessary decision. But that doesn't mean that I don't have pain and pain in my heart." "John..." "No. Don't get too close to me, Joanna. There is no place in my life for anyone who is not capable of protecting himself." "Is that why you only befriend razor eddie, shotgun susie? Or do you pick friends who have to have personal demons so they don't force you to face your own inner world You’re scared, John. You’re afraid to open up to people because that’s going to get you nowhere. People can’t live like that, John. Your life can’t be completed by solving a client’s problem.” "You don't understand at all," I said. "Don't think you know me. I... I have to, or I can't survive. I live alone, because I can't drag anyone I care about. At least I won't drag anyone when I'm in a cold and dark place." Go into the water." "One cannot live like this," said Joanna. "What about you? Is your life considered fulfilling? Are you a successful mother who will leave home whenever she gets the chance? Before we continue, there are some issues you must first consider. If, we reach Bu Reston Street, find the right spot, kick down the right gate, only to find that Cathy is having a great time there, happy, safe, no need to save, what if she finds something worth stopping The things you love, the people you love, and you don't want to leave at all? After all, Nightside is a place where anything can happen. At that time, do you think you can turn around and leave and let her go free? Or will you insist on forcing She goes home, back to a life you can understand and agree with, so that you can continue to monitor her and make sure she doesn't make the same mistakes as you when she grows up?" Joanna let go of my hand and said: "If she is really happy... I can accept it. In the mall, you must be able to distinguish the difference between ideal and reality, otherwise no one can last long. All I care about is her safety. As long as It’s good to be sure she’s not in danger, after all, I can come back to see her often.” "Okay." I said. "Assume another scenario. If she is really in danger, and we rescue her, and you end up taking her home. How are you going to make sure she doesn't get the chance to run away again?" "I don't know," Joanna said.I really admire her honesty. "I hope... Maybe I have come so far for her and experienced so many things, so that she can feel my sincerity. I can let her understand that even though I am not good at expressing, I still care about her. If nothing unexpected , This experience can at least bring us a mother and daughter with a common topic. We have been unable to find a topic to talk to each other." "And listen. Spend more time with your daughter, Joanna. I don't want to make another trip in the future." "I've already figured out what to do." Joanna said a little coldly. "I always thought Kathy had everything she needed, but obviously I was wrong. My business can survive without me for a while, and it's okay if it doesn't. Daughter is more important than business." I nodded and smiled, and it wasn't long before she smiled back at me.We all know this isn't an easy fix, but being honest about it is half the battle.I'm so happy to see her grow and just hope she sticks with the idea of ​​the moment and continues.We took sips of Coke and listened to Fifth Space finish singing "Aquarius" and then began singing "Let the Sun Shine". "The future just now," Joanna said again after a while, "although it is not predetermined and probably impossible to happen, it is really a very terrifying future. How could you destroy the world? Could it be that your power is really so powerful? " "No." I said. "At least not yet. If there is such a power, it must be inherited from my mother's blood. I have never seen her, and I don't know who she is, or even what she is. No one knows. My father found After learning this secret, he couldn't accept the reality, drank his sorrows all day long, and finally died of drunkenness in his dreams. And he is still a person who has long been accustomed to all kinds of bizarre things in Night City." "What does your father do?" Joanna asked. "He did things for the people in power, the people in power who watch over us whether the people of Nightside like it or not. After my father died, I went through his belongings, trying to find something that would help me understand it all. That year I am ten years old, and I am still at the age where I believe that everything has a satisfactory answer. However, all the things I found were rubbish, no diary, no letters, no photo of him with his mother, not even a wedding photo. Destroyed. As for the mutual friends of the two of them, they all disappeared for different reasons a long time ago, and none of them showed up at the father's funeral." "Over the years, people have put forward many different speculations, including the real identity of my mother, where did she come from, why did she marry my father, why did she give birth to me, and then suddenly disappeared? Why didn't she take it with me? Shall I go together? No one can come up with reasonable answers to all these questions, the only clue that can be traced is my talent, and talent is very common in Night City." Joanna frowned suddenly. "On the train to Night City, the angry sisters of the hive retreated as soon as they heard you announce your name. Not only did they dare not offend you, but they even hoped that you would remember them when you stepped into your own country." I couldn't help laughing and said: "That may not have any special meaning. In Night City, no one can be sure which ugly duckling will become a swan or even a phoenix in the future. As long as a smart person knows to bet everywhere, he will not bet unless necessary." Make enemies easily." Joanna leaned on the plastic table, pushed the Coke bottle aside, looked me in the eyes, and said, "Now that you know what will happen when you find your mother, will you still insist on looking for her?" "That's a real hit, isn't it? I'll have to think it over." "you did not answer my question." "I know. Look, I had no intention of staying in Nightside after this was over. There were reasons why I left this crazy place five years ago, and those reasons still exist. It's just that... this low-level Scary places make me feel more and more at home, like a place to belong. Your world, safe as it is, always seems to be too small for me. At least here, I can really serve customers and have the ability to... do some changes." "That's right," Joanna said. "You can change the whole world." I faced her as calmly as I could: "To tell you the truth, the idea of ​​finding my mother has not been strong enough for me to plunge the world into that future." "It's hard to guarantee that your thinking will not change." "Yes, it could. Anything can happen in Nightside. Drink your Coca-Cola, Joanna. Don't worry so much." When Joanna calms down and asks the next question, the song from the jukebox is "Fire" in Arthur Brown's Mad World. "I want you to be honest with me, John. Do you think Cathy is still alive?" "There's no reason not to think so," I confessed. "The last scene showed that Cathy was alive and well a few days ago. We know that she came in response to a summoning, but there is no sign that the thing that summoned her intends to harm her. Of course it does not mean that the other party has no possibility of harming her, But when people are groping in the dark, it's always good to be optimistic, at least so far, no obvious danger has been found. To save her, we must assume that she is still alive, and we have to... keep hope." "Hope? Here?" Joanna said. "Even in a place like Nightside?" "Especially in a place like Nightside," I said, and this time I shook her hand.It seemed so natural to hold our hands together. "I'll do what I can to help you, Joanna. As long as there's hope, I won't give up." "I know," Joanna said. "You're a good man, John Taylor." We looked at each other for a while, with smiles on our faces.We both trust each other, even though we don't trust ourselves.I know this is not a wise move.On the first page of the book "How to Become a Private Detective", it is clearly mentioned that "Never have an affair with a client", which is written in capital letters "To avoid bounced checks, try to collect cash in advance" and "Never Don't chase the Maltese eagle or it will all end in tragedy" next to the big rule.I'm not stupid, I've read Raymond Chandler's detective stories.Yet at that moment, I put all that behind me.But in order to make myself feel better, I still make a last effort. "If you don't want to go, there's still time," I said. "You've been through a lot. I'll be alone in Braston Street. You'll be safe here." "No." Joanna broke free from my hands and said immediately without thinking. "I must go. I must be there when you find my daughter. I must know the truth and let her know that I care. Damn it, John, I have a right to go with you!" "Not bad," I said, admiring her from the bottom of my heart. "You have a right." "John Taylor, it's really you," said a grim voice. "I can't believe you're back. You're not so stupid, Tyler." Hearing this familiar voice, I slowly turned around.There aren't many people in the world capable of sneaking up behind me, so I'm pretty sure the burly figure standing in front of me is Walker.He is an out-and-out urban gentleman, with a unique vision, a tactful way of dealing with the world, and a broad understanding of all the worldly things.Although a little heavy, but very handsome appearance, with chilling gaze and smile, the heart is even more ruthless to the extreme.He was nearly fifty years old, but no one would bet on him losing in a fight.People like Walker will never stop pursuing, but the means they use are getting more and more delicate.Wearing a tailored suit, he nodded at Joanna with a charming smile.I glared at him unhappily. "How do you know I'm here, Walker? Even I myself only decided to come here a few minutes ago." "I know where everyone is, John. You'd better remember that." "John, who is this guy?" Joanna's tone was quite disdainful, which made me very happy. "Perhaps you should introduce who I am to the customer," Walker said. "I don't like being upset before I know you." "Your tie is crooked," Joanna said again.I was so happy I wanted to kiss her. "His last name is Walker," I said. "As for his name, it's a secret, maybe even his wife doesn't know it. He used to be a bodyguard, because a guy like him will always be a bodyguard. He's treacherous and cunning, far more dangerous than Jaws in the swimming pool. Walker is the representative of the people in power in Night City, and no one knows which one is in power, because he doesn't answer that kind of question. The point is that he has the power to arrest you, me, anyone, and unless Useful, otherwise those who are arrested usually will not have the opportunity to see the light of day. In order to maintain his position, no matter how many lives he has to sacrifice." "I'm here to maintain balance." Walker said lightly while patting the dust on his sleeves. "Because someone has to do it." "No one knows who he takes orders from and who he gives back to," I continued. "Government, church, or army. People only know that in an emergency, he has the power to dispatch any unit, and no one dares not to come. His word is the law, and he will do anything to maintain it. He He's perfect, seemingly harmless, but totally untrustworthy. No one has a way of telling what's behind his smile. He often likes to add fuel to a fire, but occasionally he'll help put it out." "His talent was to extract answers from other people, and not many people had the ability to say no to him. Legend has it that he once made a corpse sit up from the dissecting table to answer questions." "You've got me up," said Walker. "You see, he doesn't deny it. Walker has all sorts of people in power behind him. He's powerful, but irresponsible, and has no conscience. In a world where light and dark are just two different things." Where words are used, Walker will always walk in a gray area, just like all competent public servants." "That's duty and responsibility, Tyler," Walker said. "You won't understand." "Walker hates people like me," I sneered. "We pursue freedom and insist on controlling our own destiny and soul. In his eyes, people like us are the sludge of society. He usually does not appear in public like today because he likes to hide behind the scenes and manipulate everything. Everyone They may all be his pawns, whether people know it or not, they will help him intentionally or unintentionally, so he doesn't need to do it himself. Of course, if these unofficial people die in the process, he will always find a way to find more people Complementary. For Walker, it's the ending that counts, not the course, because it's those endings that make Night City so distinct from the normal world." Walker lowered his head slightly, as if expecting applause. "I love hearing you introduce me, Tyler. You're so much better than myself." "He disregards human life." The more I spoke, the angrier I became, so I spoke faster. "He doesn't hesitate to throw a man among the wolves if he thinks it's necessary. Some respect him, but most fear him. In fact, almost everyone in Nightside has tried to assassinate him. After work every day, he goes back to his family and his wife, back home in the normal world. We are just work to him. Basically, I think Night City is just a super big freak show in his eyes , full of all kinds of animals that can bite people. If he had a way to avoid being found, he would have dropped a nuclear bomb to destroy the entire Night City. But he can't do this, because the bosses behind the scenes will not allow it. Because these bosses Need some entertainment that can't be found anywhere else, need some depravity that you can't even think about in the normal world." "That's Walker, Joanna. Don't trust him." "It hurts to say that," said Walker to himself.He pulled up a chair between me and Joanna, legs gracefully crossed, fingers folded on the table.At this time, people's conversations sounded again all around, because everyone was finally sure that Walker was not here for them.He leaned forward.Although I was very reluctant, I also moved closer to him so that I could hear every word he said clearly.Now that Walker showed an interest in me and the case, it meant the situation was worse than I had imagined. "Many residents of Braston Street have disappeared mysteriously recently." Walker said quickly. "We didn't find out right away, because the missing people were people who didn't care. Tramps, beggars, drunks, poisonous people, all kinds of scum. But when the situation gradually became clearer, I still didn't think it was necessary to intervene. After all, no one cares at all, at least not important people. If anything, the overall quality of Braston Street has become better. Basically, anyone who voluntarily enters Braston Street is no longer considered a It's a pity that a few days ago... a few high-level people stepped into Braston Street and never came out. So I was finally sent to investigate." "Wait a minute." I looked at Walker sternly. "What do high-level people do in places like Braston Street?" "Keep your voice down," said Walker, not responding to my stern look. "They have nothing to do with it. Braston Street has no appeal to anyone in their right mind. It seems more likely that they were summoned by some mysterious force, but... if so A powerful force is haunting the Night City, we should have discovered it long ago, unless the other party deliberately does not want us to discover it. However, strictly speaking, this should be impossible. Therefore, this is a difficult mystery. You also Know how much I hate mysteries, Tyler. Just as I was thinking about how to handle this situation, I heard you're back, which gave me a clue. They say you're after a runaway girl?" "It's the lady's daughter," I said.Walker nodded to Joanna again. "Your talent points to Braston Street?" "good." "You have reason to believe she was summoned?" "It may not be against her own will." Walker gestured indifferently. "Then I'll give you twelve hours, Tyler. Use the time to find out the secrets of Braston Street and do what you can to restore the street to its original appearance. If you fail, I'll have to go back to my original plan." , Annihilate this rotten street and everything in it in one fell swoop." "You can't do that!" Joanna said. "My Cathy's still in there!" "He can." I said. "He's done it. Walker loves the strategy of fighting the wall and clearing the ground, and sacrificing the innocent is nothing to him. Walker doesn't believe there are any innocent people in the world, and besides, leave it to me and he won't have to send I'm off on an adventure." "Exactly," Walker said.He stood up and took out his pocket watch from his coat to check the time. "Twelve hours, Taylor, not even a minute more." He put away his pocket watch, then looked at me and said, "I will give you a last piece of advice, remember...in Night City, everything is not as simple as it seems I'm afraid that you've been away for so long that you've even forgotten such a basic rule of survival." He paused for a while, as if he was about to say something, but the waitress just brought my coat over at this time, so he didn't say anything, just smiled and watched the waitress show me the clean coat. A non-marking coat. "Nice coat, Tyler, very vintage. I've got to go, too much to deal with, too many people to deal with. Welcome back, Tyler. Don't mess it up." He turned to leave when I asked him another question. "Walker, you are my father's friend." He looked back at me. "Yes, John, I am." "Do you know who my mother is?" "No," he said. "I don't know. But if I find her, I'll make her tell the truth and kill her." He smiled, touched the brim of his hat lightly with his fingers, and left Eagle Wind to grill.No one looked up to see him leave, but the conversation in the tavern became noticeably louder after he left. "What's the matter with you and him?" Joanna asked. "How did you allow him to talk to you like that?" "Walker? Even if he pooped in my shoe I wouldn't have anything to say." "I've never seen you give in to anyone," Joanna said. "What's so special about him?" "Walker is special," I said. "Everyone made three-point concessions to him. It's not because of his identity, but because of the power he represents." "Those in power?" "That's right. Some questions are more terrifying if you don't know the answer." "So who has the power to manage those in power?" Joanna said. "Does no one doubt the integrity of those in power?" “我们在哲学的洪流中飘荡呀。”我说。“没时间搞这个。赶快喝完可乐，往布莱斯顿街出发吧。” “也是时候了！”乔安娜说着一口把可乐吸完，以那一口的量来看，八成吸到头都痛了。