Chapter 27 Chapter Twenty Seven

Bolai had hoped that Simon's victory would make him act more friendly because he was in a good mood, but he guessed wrong.Although Simon defeated the whirlwind, his tense nerves throughout the afternoon made his performance even more arrogant. "I've never seen Simon so proud," Eileen said at the dance that night, looking over Beau's shoulder at Simon as she danced with Beau.When she said that, it sounded like she was apologizing. "He's generally indifferent to his victories." Bolai, maybe because he drank too much champagne, he turned around and took Ailian's eyes away from Simon.

All day long he looked forward to dancing with Eileen at night.It's just that at the ball, his first dance was with Beetui.He has to wait until the most appropriate time to start doing this wonderful thing. When he danced with Beatrix, Beatrix asked him mockingly, "Who taught you this trick to win?" "I don't need anyone to teach me. It can be said to be the original sin." Bitui smiled and patted him with the hand on his shoulder.She was a lovely woman and he really liked her. This reminded him of Yan'er again—he once loved this horse so deeply. "I haven't seen you all afternoon since Tony's shame."

While dancing, Ailian asked Bo Lai. Beau told her he wanted to talk to her before he started the game, but she kept talking to Roger. "By the way, I remembered. His uncle asked him to give up the farm and live with him in Oster. His uncle is Kantimu who runs the Chibadi Horse Farm. He wanted to retire and give Roger the ranch, but Roger didn't want to leave England. " Of course it goes without saying, Bolai thought.England and Eileen together equal heaven. "He doesn't seem to be at the ball tonight." "No, he didn't stay. He came just to get a silver cup to take back to his wife."

"What? His wife?" "Yeah. His wife just had their first baby last week, and she wants him to come to this farm show and go home with a silver cup so they can have christening water when their baby is christened. What's the matter?" Eileen finished , asked. "Remind me to spank Ruth!" he said, dancing vigorously again. She thought it was a little funny and said, "Did Ruth say something romantic?" "She said Roger wanted to marry you." "Really? He did think so a long time ago, and of course he wasn't married at this time last year, so I'm afraid Ruth didn't know about his marriage.

Well, are you trying to make up my mind about my marriage?" "Do you have any plans?" "I don't even have a horoscope." As time passed, he and Eileen kept dancing.At last she said, "You should really dance with someone else." "I jumped." "You're just dancing with Paige." "I can tell you're watching my every move. Is it preventing you from dancing with other people?" "No. I'd love to dance with you." "That's good." It was his first night dancing with Eileen, and it might be his last.

Just before midnight they went upstairs together to the cafeteria.They took their food and walked together to a small table on the balcony and sat down.The cafeteria is part of Jack's Hotel, and the balcony overlooks the garden next to the hotel.Chinese lanterns are lit on top of dining tables in the garden and on the balcony. "I'm too happy to eat," said Eileen, drinking her champagne dreamily. "You look great in your evening dress." "thanks." "Do you like my evening dress?" "Your suit is the most beautiful suit I have ever seen."

"I really hope you like it." "Have you had dinner tonight?" "Didn't eat much, just drank some champagne and ate some sandwiches." "Then it's best to eat something now." Ailian ate casually, which was quite different from her usual straightforward style. "This year's Boer Exhibition is a big event in our Asybe family, right? Oh, don't move, a bug has crawled into your collar." She leaned over and gently reached into his collar. "Oh, it's crawling down!" Naturally, she pushed his neck aside with one hand, and then used the other hand to reach into the collar—she was his sister anyway.

"Caught it?" But she didn't answer.He looked up at her in surprise. "You're not my brother!" she said in a panic, "I didn't feel..." She stopped, trembling all over. In the silence, the distant drum sounded again. "Oh Bo, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to! I think I must have had too much to drink," she said, sobbing. "Oh, Bo, I'm so sorry!" She snatched her purse from the table, and ran staggeringly from the dark balcony to the dining room. "I want to go back to my room and lie down to wake myself up."

Bo Lai let her go, and went to the bar alone to find solace.In the middle of the night, everyone went to the hall to have fun, but the bar seemed deserted.I saw Simon sitting alone in a corner with a bottle of wine in front of him. "Ah! my big brother!" Simon cried drunkenly when he saw him. "Aren't you interested in the lottery over there? Come, come, have a drink." "Thanks, I'll go buy it myself." Beau went to the liquor section of the bar, bought a drink, and walked across the empty bar to Simon's table. "The chances of winning the lottery are too low. I think you want to get ready-made."

Bolai deliberately ignored what he said. "I haven't congratulated you and Tipper yet," he said to Simon. "I don't care for your compliments." Simon was clearly drunk. "I was rude, wasn't I?" he snarled like a child. "But I like to be rude. I had a bad day, didn't I? Come on, have a drink!" "I have my own wine." "You hate me, don't you?" he asked as if deliberately annoying. "not bad." "why? " "I think you're the only one who doesn't believe I'm Bert." "You mean I'm the only one who knows you're not Bert?"

Bolai stared into Simon's eyes, and neither of them spoke for a long time. "You killed him." Bolai said to Simon word by word.He was suddenly convinced it was true. "Of course." He leaned over and looked at Bo Lai happily: "But you will never be able to say it, can you? Because of course Bert is not dead, he is still alive now, and I am facing him now talk." "Tell me, how did you kill him?" "You want to know? I'll tell you, it's very simple." He leaned closer again, and said in an obscene low voice, "You know, I can do magic. I can be in two different places at the same time , Hehe." He leaned back satisfied, admiring Bolai's surprised look. "You must have thought I was more drunk than usual tonight, man. I told you about Bert, 'cause you're my party now. But if you thought I'd tell you what I did ,Then you are wrong." "Why are you doing this?" "He's a complete fool," said Simon in his usual nonchalant voice. "He doesn't deserve to inherit the Reichett estate." He poured himself another glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp.He smiled somberly and said, "We're real 'spiritual twins' now, and you can't tell me and I can't tell you." "But you're better off than me." "how to say? " "You don't feel bad conscience." "Yeah, I think I'm taking advantage of this aspect." "I have to put up with you, but you don't have to put up with me. I know you're trying to kill me this afternoon." "The technology is not good enough." "You'll still find ways to improve, won't you?" "Yeah, trying to improve." "It must be done. A man who can be in two places at once can do much better than loosen the girdle of a horse." "Yes, it can be much better, but it must also be able to use local materials." "I see." "I thought you wouldn't tell me something, so come and repay my confession?" "Tell you what?" "Who are you? " Beau watched him for a while. "Don't you recognize me?" "Of course not. Tell me, who are you?" "My name is Revenge." Bolai said, drinking the wine in the glass in one gulp. He walked out of the bar and leaned against the railing for a while to calm down his heart and let his breathing return to normal.He wanted to find a quiet place to think about the whole thing from beginning to end.It was impossible in a hotel, even if he went back to his room, Simon would barge in at any moment.He has to get out of here. He went to room 17 to get his coat, and on the way out he met Beatrix. "What's going on here?" Bitui asked angrily: "Eileen is crying in the room, Simon is drunk in the bar, looking at you, it looks like you hit a ghost. What are you doing? Did you have a fight?" "There was no quarrel. I think they were both exhausted all afternoon." "Then what's the matter with you? Why are you so pale?" "I think the air in the dance hall is too bad. You know I'm more used to open fields." "I think the field is as boiling as the dance hall." "Beetui, can I use the car?" "where to? " "I want to see the sunrise in Kenly Valley." "only you? " "Of course I'm alone." "Remember to put on your coat," Beatrice said, "It's pretty cool outside." He stopped the car at the highest point facing Kenly Valley and killed the engine.The sky is still very dark, I am afraid it will not brighten for a while.He got out of the car and stood on the grass at the edge of the valley for a while, leaning his body against the railing, listening to the silence around him.The air was thick with the smell of earth and grass, and from the far side of the valley came the whistle of a train. He smoked a cigarette and felt a little better in his stomach.But now it's the turn of the mind to churn. He was right in his guess about Simon, and he was right in his observation of the similarities between Tipper and Simon.Both of them are of good origin, and both of them are well-bred on the surface, but they are full of evil tricks in their bones. Simon had told him the truth in the bar, and he seemed happy to have told him.I heard that murderers like to brag about their methods of committing crimes.Simon must have been wanting to tell someone, but he hadn't been able to find a "non-dangerous" audience like him until this evening. He, Bolai, was indeed a "non-dangerous listener" to Simon. He, Bolai, is now the true owner of the Reichett family business, and Simon Jing thought that he would hold on to the property. In fact, this is impossible.His conspiring with Lordin was one thing, but the deception that Simon thought he and Bolai teamed up with was impossible.This thing is horrible, it's unbelievable. But what should he do next when things have developed to this point? Go directly to the police station and say to the policeman, "I am not Bert Ashby. He was killed by his brother eight years ago. It is Simon." Told me myself when I was drunk", would that work? The police would surely point out that they had done a thorough investigation eight years ago--Simon had indeed been at the blacksmith in Carlisle when it happened.He could, of course, admit to the police that he had impersonated himself, but in doing so, everything would remain the same except his own situation. Burt also committed suicide. How did Simon do it at the beginning? "It must be able to obtain local materials"-this is what Simon himself said. On that day eight years ago, what was the material he picked up on the spot? The loosening of the abdominal belt seems to be his impromptu work, and the signature on the notebook is a long-term plan.If these methods of his are successful, Simon doesn't need to do any more tricks, and if he doesn't succeed, he has nothing to lose. His schemes are invisible to outsiders.This was his ruse this afternoon, and it was his ruse eight years ago.Everything is so seamless.What a "local material". How did Simon kill Bert eight years ago in a seamless way? Bolai's mind was full of doubts, and he couldn't figure it out for a long time.The air was gradually rippling, telling him that morning had come.The morning wind blew in gusts, rustling the leaves and grass, and the east gradually turned from pitch black to fish belly white.As he watched the sky gradually brighten, the birdsong in his ears became louder and louder. He had been standing there for hours, but he still couldn't figure out why. A policeman, pushing a bicycle, walked over leisurely and asked him if there was any problem.Bo came to tell him that he came out of the ball and wanted to get some air here. The policeman looked at his crisp attire and had no doubts about his account. He glanced at his car: "This is the first time I've seen a young man run out of the ballroom to breathe alone. Sir, you pushed her down the valley, didn't you?" Bolly wondered how he would react if he told the cop, "I'll tell you, I was an accomplice in another murder." "They dumped me at the dance," he told the cop. "Is that so? You're here to heal your pain, then. Listen, boy, in a week's time you'll be glad you got dumped, and you'll be so happy you want to dance in the street." After speaking, the policeman pushed his bicycle and walked along the ridge. Bolai started to tremble. He walked back into the car and drove slowly behind the policeman.He poked his head out and asked the policeman, where can he find something hot to eat? The policeman told him that there is a small cafe open 24 hours at the intersection two miles ahead. In the cafe, he drank a cup of hot coffee.The proprietress was frying delicious sausages for the guests, and some other people were playing with the slot tigers in the corner.Seeing him appear, apart from saying hello to him, they were not surprised that he was wearing such a formal dress. At breakfast he came back to Bull and parked the car in the garage. I looked at my watch and it was only half past seven.He walked into Room 17. Simon was still sleeping soundly on the bed, and the clothes he took off before going to bed were piled up in a pile on the floor.He changed into his casual clothes for the day, and at first he walked lightly, but then he didn't care, because he knew that even if it was thunder, Simon wouldn't wake him up at this moment. He looked down at Simon and felt that this man was incredible. Then he fell asleep quietly, like a child.In the past eight years, had he been so used to it that he wasn't bothered at all? Or was it nothing in his mind? It was a beautiful, lovable face.It's so meticulous, and the arrangement of the facial features is so just right.Like the tall and handsome Tippo, from the looks of it, there was nothing criminal or deceitful about him. He went to the bathroom to wash his hands and face, wishing he had just had a good shower before changing clothes. When I was in the room just now, I just wanted to change my clothes and come out quickly, so that Simon wouldn't wake up and shiver again. When he went into the dining room again, he saw Beatrice and the twins having breakfast, so he joined them. "Lian'er and Simon are still sleeping," Bitui said, "You'd better take the car home with your two younger sisters and me. After Ailian and Simon wake up, they can drive another car home together." "Where's Tony?" "Oh, he went back with Mrs. Star yesterday." Knowing that he could go back to Rechte with Beatrice was a boon to him. The twin sisters started telling about Tony's behavior, so Beau didn't need to say anything.Beatrice asked him if the sunrise was what he expected. On the way back to Carlisle, the rural scenery on both sides looked extremely green under the sun, but in Bolai's eyes, it was like a dying person's view of the world - "When I am far away, all this will remain the same". He would never come back to Bull again.He would never ride in the same car with Beetui again. Whatever Simon might admit, his time in Letchett was over.