Chapter 18 Chapter 11 Dance of Fire (1)

At six o'clock on Wednesday morning, Charlie got up and took off her nightgown to take a shower.She washed her body and hair, then turned the water temperature down, and stood in the cold water for a while.Then she toweled herself dry and dressed carefully—cotton panties, silk blouse, black and blue knee-length stockings, a skirt over them, and finally slippers. Last night it never occurred to her that she would be able to fall asleep.When she went to bed, she was uneasy, anxious and excited.But she actually fell asleep and kept dreaming.It was no longer a celestial master, nor a run through the woods, but her mother.It was strange, because she didn't miss her mother as much as she used to; sometimes her face seemed blurred and distant in the memory, like a faded photograph.But in last night's dream, Mom's face—her smiling eyes, her gentle mouth—was so clear, it was as if Charlie had just seen her.

Now she's dressed and ready for the day, without the sleep-deprived weariness on her face.She looked very calm.Under the light switch by the kitchen door, there is an intercom.At this time, she pressed the intercom. "Is something wrong, Charlie?" She knew the speaker was Mike.About half an hour after planting at seven—Russ will pick up Mike. "I want to go to the stables this afternoon," she said, "to see the Celestial Masters. Can you tell them?" "I'll leave a note for Hawksdale, Charlie." "Thank you." After she finished speaking, she was silent for a while.Once you get acquainted with these people—

Mike, Ruth.Gary—then you can picture them in your head, just like you can picture a radio presenter.Then, you will slowly like them.She suddenly realized that she might never hear Mike's voice again. "Anything else, Charlie?" "No, Mike. Good...good luck." "Thank you, Charlie." Mike sounded surprised and pleased. "Good luck to you too." She turned on the TV and found a cartoon that was played every morning: "Goldfish Eye" was smoking a pipe, and was about to give "Lord Hades" a good beating.Time flies so slowly, an hour feels like a year.

What if Dr. Hawks butler won't allow her to go out? A close-up of the beard with "goldfish eyes" appeared on the TV screen. He better not say that.He better not object.Because I'm going out.Anyway, I'm going out! Andy's sleep was far less comfortable than his daughter's.He tossed and turned in bed, sometimes falling asleep, only to wake up immediately because the nightmare had begun.The only one he could remember was seeing Charlie stumbling toward him in the stable corridor; her head was gone, and instead of blood, red and blue flames spewed from her neck. He wanted to stay in bed until seven o'clock, but as soon as the watch by the bed ticked to a quarter past six, he couldn't stay any longer.He jumped up and rushed to the bathroom.

It was just after nine o'clock last night.Dr. Nutter, Pinchet's former assistant, came in with some papers.Nat is a balding man in his fifties, speaking in a slurred and accented voice: I'm sorry you're leaving us; hope you're having a good time in Hawaii; I.Really want to go with you, haha, please sign this. What Nat handed him was a list of his personal belongings (which included his key ring; the sight of it brought a pang of painful memory to Andy).When they get to Hawaii, they'll take it back; and at some point they'll make him sign a form like this saying it's been returned, and these guys murdered his wife, hunted him halfway across the country, and Charlie, who had kidnapped and imprisoned them, now wanted him to sign a document regarding his personal belongings.Andy thought it was absurd and horrible.

But he didn't want to lose any of the keys.So he scribbled his signature on the paper, and said, with a sneer, I might use them to open wine bottles later, wouldn't I, man? On the last page of the document was a timetable for Wednesday's action that Karp had drawn up.They would leave at half past twelve, and Cap would meet Andy at his room.They will exit from the sentry box on the east side, to the C-level parking lot.There they would be followed by two escort cars.They will drive to Andrews Air Force Base for a three o'clock flight.During the flight, the plane will undergo a stopover refueling - at Durban Air Force Base near Chicago.

Well, Andy thought, that's it. They also gave him two suitcases.So Andy got dressed and began to pack his things and put his clothes away.The razors, leather shoes and slippers are packed into the case.He did all this deliberately and slowly, looking exactly like a drugged man. When he first found out about Rain Bird from Cap, his first instinct was to wish he could meet him: if he could "push" the guy who shot Charlie with sedated blubber and then The one who had hurt her more seriously; what a joy it would be to convince him to pull the trigger to his temple.But now he no longer wished to see him.Unwilling to take any risks or encounter accidents of any kind, the areas of numbness on his face shrunk but didn't go away—they reminded him that if he overused his psychic powers, he was likely to Take your own life away.

He just wants everything to go well. His meager things were quickly packed away.He could only sit down and wait quietly.But when he thought of seeing his daughter again soon, his heart felt warm. An hour seemed like a year to him. Rain Bird didn't close his eyes at all all night.He didn't get back from Washington until five in the morning in his Cadillac.When he got back, he sat at the kitchen table, drinking cup after cup of coffee.He was waiting for a call from Andrews Air Force Base.He couldn't rest until the call came.Although Andy had already got Capton Hollinster so swooned that he was unlikely to find out that Rain Bird had tampered with the computer, Rain Bird wasn't taking it lightly.

At about six forty-five, the phone rang.Rainbird put down his glass and stood up.He walked into the living room and picked up the phone: "This is Rain Bird." "Rainbird? I'm Dick Folsom from Andrews Base, Colonel Parkridge's assistant." "You woke me up, sir," said Rainbird, "and I wish a crab the size of a box had caught your hand. Heard that? It's an old Indian spell." "Your flight was cancelled, as I thought you knew," Folson said. "Yes, Cap notified me himself last night." "I'm sorry," Folsom said, "but it's the book. I hope you understand."

"Your work is perfectly within the rules, sir. May I go back to sleep now?" "Of course, I really envy you." Rain Bird smiled politely, then hung up the phone.He went into the kitchen, took the glass and went to the window.He stared out the window silently, there was nothing outside. In his mind, he vaguely saw the people praying for the souls of the dead. 4 Cap arrived at the office at half past ten this morning, an hour and a half later than usual. Before leaving the house, he spent twenty minutes inspecting his Vega carefully from top to bottom.The nightmarish nightmare last night made him believe that the car must be full of snakes.

He sifted through the trunk and the odds and ends compartment on the dashboard, fearing that there was a coiled bunch of rattlesnakes or cobras (or something stranger than rattlesnakes and cobras. scary stuff).When opening the cubicle, he didn't use his hands, but used a broom, because he was afraid that a poisonous snake would suddenly jump out of it and pounce on his face.He almost screamed when a map of Virginia popped out of it. Drive past Greenway Golf Course on the way to Ita.Cap parked on the shoulder of the road and watched in a daze as the golfers hit holes eighth and nine.Whenever someone hit a ball into the rough, he couldn't help but get out of the car and warn them about the snakes in the grass. A sudden blaring of the horn behind the car (his car was halfway in the road) woke him up, and he drove on. No sooner had he entered the reception room than his secretary sent him a pile of yesterday's telegrams.But he just took it and didn't bother to see if there was anything urgent that needed to be dealt with right away.The girl was sitting at the table sorting out some papers when she looked up at Cap curiously.Garp paid no attention to her.He was looking at a half-open drawer beside her with an odd expression on his face. "Sir?" she said.She's been cautious because she's a newcomer, even though she's been working here for a few months and has taken the place of Cap's old confidants (and probably the confidantes he's slept with, new girls sometimes think). "Huh?" He finally turned his head and noticed her questioning gaze.But there was still a blank look in his eyes.It felt a little scary... looking into his eyes reminded me of the broken windows of a haunted house. She hesitated, then said, "Cap, you're not sick, are you? You look a little pale." "I'm fine," he said.For a moment, he seemed to have regained his former demeanor, which made her feel a little relieved.His shoulders straightened up, his head lifted up, his eyes became brighter, and he was no longer in a daze. "Whoever wants to go to Hawaii will feel good. Isn't it?" "Hawaii?" Glory was surprised, this was still news to her. "Let's not think about that for now," Cap said, piling up other forms, memorandums, and telegrams. "I'll look at those later. What's the matter with the McGees?" "Just one thing," she said. "I was going to tell you. Mike said Charlie wanted to go to the stables this afternoon to see the horses." "Well, let her go," Cap said. "Then she said she wanted to go a quarter to one." "Okay, okay." "May Mr. Rainbird take her there?" "Rainbird's going to San Diego," Cap said with an unmistakable satisfaction. "I'll send someone else." "Okay. You want to see now..." She was only halfway through. Cap's attention had left her: to the big drawer again. It was ajar, and according to the rules it must always be ajar. It was open, and there was a gun in it. Glory was a sharpshooter, and so was Rachel before her. "Karp, are you really okay?" "Should be closed," Karp said. "They like the dark. They'll crawl in and hide." "They?" she asked puzzled. "Snake." Karp said and walked into his office. Karp sat behind the desk, with various documents and telegrams piled up in front of him, and he had completely forgotten them.Now, the only thing he can remember is the snake.Golf clubs and what he had to do at a quarter.She was going to meet Andie McGee. He had a strong feeling that Andy would tell him what to do next.He knew Andy would take care of everything. Things were completely dark for him after one-thirty in the afternoon. He doesn't care.This was a relief to him. A quarter past ten, John.Rainbird slipped into a small surveillance room near Charlie's room.Fat Ruth.Tate was sitting inside watching the monitors.His huge ass almost broke the chair.The digital thermometer reads 68 degrees Fahrenheit.When the door opened, he turned his head and saw Rain Bird standing at the door, and suddenly became a little nervous. "I heard you were gone," he said. cancelled. said Rainbird. "Don't tell anyone you saw me this morning, Ruth." " Ruth looked at him puzzled. "You've never seen me," Rainbird repeated. "I don't care what you say after five o'clock this afternoon. But don't tell anyone you saw me before five o'clock. If I hear you Tell someone, I will follow you, dig myself some fat and bring it back. Do you understand?" Ruth's face turned pale, and the hamburger he was holding fell to the ground.Suddenly, he wasn't hungry at all.He had heard people say that this person was crazy before, and now it seemed that what those people said was obviously true. "I understand." In front of that ferocious smiling face and that aggressive one-liner, Ruth stalked anxiously. "Very good." Rain Bird said and walked towards him.Ruth dodged away, but Rainbird paid him no attention.He just stared at the monitor screen.It was Charlie, and she was as pretty as a painting in her dress.Rainbird noticed with a lover's eye that she hadn't braided her hair today, that it was loosely draped over her neck and shoulders.She just sat quietly on the sofa, not reading or watching TV, like a woman waiting for a bus. Charlie.He thought admiringly, I love you, I really love you. "What is she going to do today?" Rainbird asked. "Nothing." Ruth replied flatteringly.He almost stammered, "It's just a quarter past one this afternoon to see the horses. Tomorrow we will use her for another experiment." "Tomorrow, is it?" "Yes." Ruth didn't care whether the experiment was done or not.But he thought it might please Rainbird.In that case, maybe he will leave. He looked happy, and that horrible smile was there again. "She's going to the stables at a quarter past one, isn't she?" "yes." "Who's going with her? Because I'm on my way to San Diego?" Ruth let out an almost feminine giggle.He was glad that Rainbird had taken an interest in what he had to say. "Your friend, Don Jules." "He's not my friend at all." "No, of course he wasn't.') Ruth snapped back, "He thought the order was funny, but since it was Garp's order—" "Funny? Why does he think it's funny?" "Take her to the stable and leave, and leave her there alone. Cap says the stable staff will watch her. But those people don't understand anything. Don seems to think that's like—" "Whatever he thinks, people don't pay him for what he thinks. Don't they, Fatty?" He patted Ruth on the shoulder hard, and it sounded like a little muffled thunder. "No, of course not." Ruth quickly and intelligently agreed.He is now in a cold sweat. "Goodbye." Rain Bird said and walked towards the door. "You're gone?" Ruth sounded greatly relieved. Yu Bird put his hand on the doorknob and looked back at him: "What do you mean? Remember, I've never been here. " "Of course, sir, never." Ruth replied hastily. Rain Bird nodded and left the room.The door closed behind him.Ruth stared blankly at the door.After a while, he breathed a sigh of relief.His armpits were sticky, and his white shirt was sticking uncomfortably. He picked up the hamburger that had fallen on the floor, wiped it off, and continued eating.The girl still sat there quietly.Ruth really didn't understand.Why did Yu Bird—it was none other than Yu Bird—can actually make this girl like him. The time finally came to a quarter past one.Charlie seemed to have been waiting forever.At this moment, the doorbell rang briefly, and Don Jules entered.He was wearing a baseball shirt and a pair of old jeans.Tang looked at Charlie coldly, obviously not interested in her at all. "Come with me," he said. Charlie followed him out. That day, the weather was cool and beautiful.At half past twelve, Rainbird walked across the still green grass and came to the low L-shaped stable.The stables were painted a dull red—the color of dried blood—and the chimneys a brisk white.Overhead, a few white clouds drifted slowly across the blue sky.The breeze caressed his shirt. If death must be chosen, today is a good day. He found the stable master's office, went in, and showed him his ID card, stamped A. "What is it, sir?" "Evacuate this place." Rain Bird said, "Get everyone out of here within five minutes." The head of the stables was neither pleading nor verbose, perhaps a slight discoloration, but his tan skin belied it: "And the horses too?" "No, just people. Get out, get in the back." The Rainbirds are back in their old outfits—what they sometimes called shooter suits in the Vietnam War.His trouser pockets were rectangular, large and deep, and covered.Then he drew a large pistol from one of his pockets, and held it casually in his hand, pointing the muzzle to the ground.The shrewd eyes of the stable master looked at it without expressing any surprise. "Is there any trouble going on, sir?" "Maybe," Rainbird replied calmly. "I'm not sure. Now go, man." "I hope those horses are not harmed," said the official. Rainbird smiled.She thought so too, he thought, having watched Charlie's eyes full of tenderness and love when she was with the horse.And this place, full of wood, hay bales, and an attic full of hay piles, with "No Smoking" signs plastered everywhere, is an extremely flammable building. This is a very dangerous operation. However, as the years passed, he became less and less concerned about his own life.He has also experienced more dangerous situations. He walked over to the wide double doors of the stables and looked out.Did not see a figure.He turned around) and walked forward along the stables, smelling the very familiar sweet smell of the horses. He checked all the stables one by one and was sure they were all bolted. He went back to the stable gate again, and this time someone was coming this way, two people.They are still on the other side of the goose pond, and it will take five minutes to get here.Not Cap and Andy, but Don Jules and Charlie. "Come on, Charlie," he thought tenderly, "come to me, come on." He looked around and looked at the dark attics in Hiroshita, then walked to the ladder—or rather, a pile of simple wooden sticks nailed together—and climbed up lightly. Three minutes later, Charlie and Don Jules came to the shade.Empty stables.As soon as they entered the door, they stopped and let their eyes gradually adapt to the darkness of the room. In Rain Bird's hands is a modified 357 Mag gun.He attached a suppressor he assembled himself, and it looked like a monstrous black spider slumped over the muzzle.Actually, it's not a very effective silencer: it's almost impossible to completely silence a large pistol.If he had to pull the trigger it was of very limited use.Rainbird really hoped there would be no need to use the gun this time; but now, holding it in both hands, he pointed it down at Don.Jules' front chest. Jules is looking around carefully. "You can go now," Charlie said. "Hi!" Jules yelled, ignoring Charlie.Rain Bird knew Jules well.He's a bit rigid.He believed that as long as you did what you were told word for word, no one could trouble you or make a fool of you. "Hey, groom! Is anyone there? I brought the boy." "You can go now," Charlie said again.But Don Jules still ignored her. "Come with me," he said, grabbing one of Charlie's wrists. "Let's find someone." Rain Bird, slightly apologetic, was about to shoot Don Jules.It might have been better for him, at least he had died in the line of duty and hadn't been burnt naked. "I said you could go now," Charlie said.At this moment, Jules suddenly let go of her hand.Not just letting go, but jerking off, like grabbing something hot. Rain Bird carefully observed the development of the situation. Jules had turned around, glaring at Charlie.He was rubbing his wrist, but Rainbird couldn't see if there was any scar left there. "You get out," Charlie said softly this time. Jules reached into his coat.It was obvious that he intended to take her behind the house, and Rainbird was again ready to shoot him, with a bullet waiting for him as soon as the gun emerged from under his clothes. But when the gun was only half drawn, he let out a cry and dropped the gun on the ground.He took two steps back, away from the girl, his eyes wide. Charlie turned slightly, seemingly losing all interest in Don Jules. On the longer side wall of the L-shaped stable was a water spigot jutting out from a bucket half full of water. Steam began to rise from the barrel. Jules didn't notice this; he was still staring at Charlie in horror. "Get out, you bastard," she said, "or I'll roast you on fire." John Rainbird applauded secretly in his heart. Jules stood looking at her hesitantly.He tilted his head slightly, his eyes kept rolling back and forth, looking like a mouse, sinister and dangerous.Rainbird was willing to help her if she had to do something to him.But he wished Jules had been wiser.That ability is sometimes beyond her control. "Get out now," said Charlie. "Where are you going. Hurry up! I'll watch you. Get out!" The fury in her voice made him finally make up his mind. "Don't get mad," he said. "Okay, I'm going. But you ain't going nowhere, girl. You're not going to get anywhere.'" As he spoke, he walked in front of her, toward the gate. go. "I'll keep watching you," Charlie said sharply. "Don't even look back, you...you piece of shit." Jules walked out, still muttering something.But Rain Bird didn't hear what he was muttering clearly. "Fuck you!" Charlie yelled. She stood at the gate of the stable with her back to Rainbird.The afternoon sun poured down lazily, wrapping her slender body into a beautiful silhouette.A deep love welled up in Yu Niao's heart again, which almost made him unable to control himself.Well, this is where they meet. "Charlie," he called softly. Her body stiffened suddenly, and she staggered back a step.Although she didn't turn around, Rain Bird knew she had recognized him.From her gradually raised shoulders, Rain Bird could feel the anger filling her whole body. "Charlie," he called again, "Dark, Charlie." "It's you!" He managed to catch her small whispering voice.In the depths of the stables, a horse neighed softly. "It's me," he replied, "Charlie, it's always been me." Then she turned and looked down the long corridor of the stable.But she saw nothing.He hid in the shadowy second attic, crouched behind a haystack, just out of her sight. "Where are you?" she asked angrily. "You lied to me! You brought us here! Dad said you were the one who led people to Grandpa's camp!" She couldn't help raising her hand to her throat The place where Fei Miu shot, "Where are you?  … Ah; Charlie, do you really want to know? There was another neighing of a horse.This time it was no longer a whinny of comfort, but a cry of sudden fear) Then, the other horse also barked.A thoroughbred kicked furiously at its locked stable door, making a heavy swell. "Where are you?" she screamed again.Rain Bird suddenly felt the temperature start to rise.Just below him, a horse—possibly the Celestial Master—let out a shrill neigh that sounded like a woman screaming. The doorbell jerked (squeaky) and Capton Hollinster stepped into Andy's room in the basement of the house to the north.He is not who he was a year ago.Although the man was old, he was tenacious.Snappy and shrewd; the man with the face you wish you had seen in the dark before the dawn of November; the man who always held a musket confidently.But now this person walks in a trance-like manner, with a dazed expression on his face.His dark iron-gray hair was almost completely white a year ago.His lips parted slightly, twitching uncontrollably.But most changed were his eyes, which looked blank, bewildered, even childlike; it was only when he threw a quick glance to either side that expression was temporarily replaced by wonder and fear.His arms hung limply by his sides, his fingers twitching subconsciously.The echo effect has further deteriorated into a rebound effect, endlessly torturing his brain and almost driving him crazy. Andie McGee rose to usher him into the room.Today, he was wearing the clothes that ETA agents had worn the day they drove him and Charlie down Third Avenue in New York.Now, the left shoulder of the corduroy jacket is ripped apart, the brown chinos are faded, and the hips are worn to a shine. This period of waiting was good for him.This enabled him to finally face everything with peace of mind.It's not that he understands them, no. He knew he'd never understand them; even if he and Charlie could beat these guys up and run away, he couldn't possibly understand them.There was no fatal flaw in his character that would "enjoy" him through this ordeal.Nor did he have any great sins to atone for by his daughter.There is nothing wrong with needing two hundred dollars or participating in a tightly controlled experiment, just as there is nothing wrong with wishing for freedom. "If I could just get out of it/He thought, 'I'll tell the people: Take care of your children, take care of your little ones, bring them up well.They always say they know what they're doing.Sometimes they do know, but most of the time that's not the case. " But reality is reality after all, isn't it?They paid for something and got to get something.But that doesn't make Andy feel the slightest bit of understanding or forgiveness for those who do this.For peace of mind, he can only vent his anger on brazen abstract bureaucrats who do this in the name of national security or something.But now the bureaucrats were no longer abstract: one of them stood before him, twitching, smirking, bewildered.Andy didn't feel the slightest sympathy for Cap's current situation. "You brought it on yourself, friend." "Hi, Andy," Cap said, "Are you ready?" "Okay." Andy replied. "Can you help me carry a suitcase?" Garp froze for a moment, throwing a panicked glance. "Have you checked the box?" he asked, "See if there's a snake in it?" " Andy worked on him—just a slight "push".He must conserve his energy and reserves as much as possible in case of unexpected events.He pointed to a suitcase and ordered: "Carry it." Garp obediently walked over and picked up the suitcase.Andy picked up another one. "Where is your car?" "It's just outside," Cap said. "It's turned around." "Will someone check us? And what he meant was: 'Will someone stop us? " "Why?" Cap asked.He was really taken aback, "I'm the person in charge." He had no choice but to stop asking. "Let's go," he said. "Put the suitcases in the trunk—" "The suitcase is fine," Cap put in. "I checked it in the morning." "Then we drove to the stables to pick up my daughter. Got it?" "Understood," Cap said. "Very well, let's go, then." They left the room and walked to the elevator.There are people coming and going in the hall, all busy with their own affairs.They looked at Karp uneasily, then looked away.The elevator took them all the way to that ballroom. The old red-haired Joseph has been promoted.Now a young man who has begun to rest his head is sitting there, with a pen in one hand, frowning at a computer programming textbook.He looked up as they approached. "Hello, Richard," Cap said. "What about the books?" Richard smiled: "It's better to say that the books are against me." He looked at Andy in surprise.Andy looked at him nonchalantly. Cap stuck his thumb into a groove, and something clicked inside.A green light came on on the dashboard in front of Reddit. "Destination?" Richard asked.He put down the pen and replaced it with a ballpoint pen, resting on a small hardcover book. "The stables," Cap said briskly. "We're going to get Andy's daughter. They're going to run away." "Andrews Air Force Base." Andy corrected, and at the same time exercised his mind control over the guard.The headache started immediately, like a blunt knife. "Andrew Air Force Base," repeated Richard, jotting it down in his notebook along with the time. "Have fun, gentlemen." They went out into the warm October sun.Cap's car was parked in the neat circular driveway of white stone. "Give me the key," Andy said.Capo complied.Andy opened the trunk, put the luggage in, locked it, and returned the key to Cap. "Let's go." .Cap drove around the goose pond to the stables.On the way, Andy saw a man in a baseball shirt running toward the house they had just left.He felt a little bad.Cap parked the car by the open gate of the stable. He reached out to get the keys, and Andy patted the back of his hand lightly: "No, don't turn off the engine. Let's go." He got out of the car door.His head was buzzing, and bursts of pain went straight from the nerves to the brain.Not too bad though, not too bad. Cap got out of the car, then stopped, looking hesitant. "I don't want to go in," he said.His eyes kept rolling back and forth in their sockets. "It's too dark in there. They like the dark, where they hide, waiting to bite. " "There's no snakes there," said Andy, giving him a little "push."Cap finally moved away, but he didn't seem to fully believe Andy's words. Going from light to darkness blinded his eyes for a while.For a split second, Andy felt a sudden panic: Maybe she wasn't there.It was stuffy and hot in the stable, and it seemed that something had disturbed the horses.They hissed and kicked at the door uneasily.But Andy couldn't see anything. "Charlie?" he called to her.The voice was full of anxiety and trembling, "Charlie?" "Daddy!" she yelled.A burst of joy filled him at once - but it quickly turned to fear.He could hear the terror in her voice, "Dad, don't come in! Don't come in—" " "I think it's a little late. "A voice came from the head. "Charlie." The voice came softly again.Where is it up there.But where?It seems to come from all directions. She was burning with anger—hate them for their injustice;Almost immediately, she felt a buildup of energy in her body, as if it was about to explode.Just like the one who brought her here.When he drew the gun, she just let it heat up and made him drop it.He is lucky.The bullet did not explode in the chamber. The heat built up inside her and began to radiate outward, like an open battery.She scanned the dark attics overhead, but couldn't see him. There are most haystacks, most shadows. "I'm not coming down, Charlie." His voice rose a little, but still calm. In rage and bewilderment, she barely heard him. "You have to come down here!" Charlie yelled.She began to tremble. "You have to come down or I'll burn everything in here! I can do it!" "I know you can," the soft voice replied.It floats from all directions and is everywhere. "But if you do, you'll burn a lot of horses, Charlie) Can't you hear 'em?" she can hear.As soon as he reminded her, she heard it.Almost frantic with fear, they neighed loudly and kicked at the door of the stable—the Celestial Master was there too. She felt short of breath.The blazing Menders Farm and the burning chickens appeared before her eyes again. She turned to the bucket again, her heart beating wildly.The power inside her is on the verge of losing control, and in a moment (hold it!) it will break free. (Hold back  out of hand. (Hold it! Hold it! Do you hear that? Hold it! That's when; the half-full bucket is no longer just steaming; the water inside suddenly boils. Moments later, the chrome-steel faucet directly above the bucket seems like a propeller The ground turned twice, broke away from the water pipe on the wall, shot through the stable like a rocket, and hit the opposite wall. Water gushed out of the pipe.It was cold water, and she could feel the coolness of the water.But a moment later, the jet of water turned to steam, and a knee-long mist filled the corridor between the stables.The rubber pipe hanging on the wooden nail next to the water pipe has also melted. (Hold back ) She began to gradually control her energy and calm it down.If it was before noon, she would not be able to do this, but could only let it run amok.Now she can do better.Ah, but so much to control! She stood there, trembling all over. “你还想怎么样？”她低声问道，“为什么你不能放过我们？” 一匹马儿发出一声长嘶，尖利且充满恐惧。恰莉十分明白它的感受。 “没人会认为把你们放了就行了。”雨鸟平静的声音回答道。 “甚至你父亲也不会这样想。你们走了，下一个抓到你们的也许是苏联人，也许是北朝鲜人，甚至可能是中国人。你也许以为我是在骗你，但我说的是真话。” “那不是我的错！”她喊道。 “是的。”雨鸟沉思道，“当然不是。但说也没用。我并不关心什么之基因，恰莉。我从不。我只在乎你。” “你撒谎！”恰莉尖声叫道。“你骗了我。你假装是个正人君子，可你——” 她不再说了。雨鸟轻巧地爬过一捆干草，坐在了阁楼边上，将两腿晃在空中。那支枪在他的衣襟下。他的脸就在她的上方像一轮晦暗无光的月亮。 “对你撤谎？不，我只不过是把事实混在了一起，恰莉。我没做过什么别的事。而且我这么做是为了保住你的性命。” “无耻的谎言。”她轻声说。但是她痛苦地意识到自己“希望”能相信他；泪水已在她眼眶中打转。她大疲惫了，她希望相信他，希望相信他曾喜欢过她。 “你与众不同。”雨鸟说，“你父亲也是一样。他们会怎么办呢？说：'噢，对不起，我们弄错了。'然后把你们放回大街上去？你见过这些人是怎么干的，恰莉。你见过他们在黑斯廷斯。