Chapter 15 Chapter 15 Prisoners

For the noble lady Samiya Fafu, "frustration" is a very rare feeling.But now, her frustration has lasted for hours, which is unprecedented, even unimaginable. The commander of this space station is as good as Captain Resty.The man was very polite, almost obsequious; he expressed his regret with a grave expression, while denying any intention of offending her.But she is not accommodating to her express wishes. In the end, she actually had to demand her own rights as an ordinary Sark: "I think as a Sark citizen, I have the right to welcome any ship I want, right?" She actually hated saying it.

The commander cleared his throat, and the painful expression on his wrinkled face seemed to become clearer and more obvious: "Actually, Miss, we never meant to forbid you to come in. It's just that we received a message from the tycoon—that is, your father. -'s special order prohibits you from meeting that spaceship." Samiya said in a cold tone: "So, you are ordering me to leave this terminal?" "No, miss." The commander was very willing to compromise, "we have not been ordered to keep you out of the terminal, if you wish to stay here, of course you can stay. But, miss, please don't Get a little closer to those landing eyes, or we have to stop you."

After speaking, he left, leaving Samiya in the flashy private ground car.The car was parked inside the terminal, only a hundred feet from the outermost entrance.They had been waiting for her, watching her, and probably would continue to watch her.One more track of her forward, she thought furiously, and they might cut her transmission off. She gritted her teeth.It wasn't fair for her father to do that; it was the way they always treated her, always treating her like a little kid who didn't understand anything.She thought he already understood that she was not a child. He has always stepped down from the seat to greet her in person, and since his mother passed away, she is the only one who can receive such courtesy.He always hugged her so tightly that she could barely breathe.He even put everything on hold for her.He even rushed the secretary to another room, because he knew that the stiff, pale face of the Florentine would annoy her.

It's almost like stepping back in time, when my grandfather was still alive and my father hadn't become one of the Big Five. "Mia, boy," he said, "I'm counting the hours, and I never knew Florenia was that far away. When I heard the locals hiding in your spaceship—it was me The one that was specially dispatched to fetch you for your safety—I almost lost my mind at that point." "Daddy! Nothing to worry about at all." "No? I almost sent the entire fleet to pick you up halfway, and then escorted you back with a full-scale war-ready vigilance."

Having said that, the father and daughter laughed together.It took several minutes for Samiya to turn the topic back to the one thing that was on her mind. She said casually, "What are you going to do with those two stowaways?" "Why do you want to know, Mia?" "You don't think they're planning to kill you, or anything like that?" Fafu smiled slightly: "You shouldn't have such terrible thoughts." "You don't think so, do you?" she insisted. "of course not." "Great! Because I've talked to them, Dad. I don't care what Captain Resty says, they're just two poor, innocent people."

"These two 'poor innocents' have broken many laws, Mia." "You can't treat them like ordinary criminals, Dad." Her voice rose in panic. "so what should I do now?" "That man is not local, he is from a planet called Earth. He has undergone psychic modification, and he should not be responsible for those things." "Well, my dear, the Department of Homeland Security will understand this, and this matter should be left to them." "No, this matter is too important to leave it to them. They won't understand, and no one will understand except me!"

"Only you in the whole world, Mia?" he asked pamperingly, stroking the curls on her forehead with a finger. Samiya yelled, "Yes! Only me! Everyone else would think he's crazy, but I'm sure he's not. He said there's a big crisis in Florina and the galaxy; he's a space analyst, you Knowing that they are well versed in cosmology, he understands such things!" "How do you know he's a space analyst, Mia?" "He said so." "What are the details of that crisis?" "He doesn't know either. He's been mind-altered—don't you see that's the best evidence? He knows too much, and one wants to keep it all secret." Her voice dropped instinctively, becoming hoarse and Mysterious.Resisting the urge to look back, she continued, "You think, if his theory is false, then there's no need to use mind reformers to deal with him at all."

"Why didn't they just kill him, if that's the case?" Fafu immediately regretted asking this question, which would only make his daughter endless. Samiya thought for a while, but came up with no results.Then she said, "If you order DHS to let me talk to him, I'll find out. He trusts me, I know he trusts me. I can ask more than DHS, please tell DHS to see Him, Dad, this matter is very important." Fafu gently squeezed her clenched fist, and smiled at her: "Not now, Miya, not now. Wait a few more hours, and the third person will fall into our hands. At that time, maybe it will be possible."

"The third person? The local guy who did all the murders?" "That's him. The spaceship carrying him will touch down in an hour or so." "Before that, you wouldn't do anything to that Florentine woman and that space analyst, would you?" "Absolutely not." "Great! I'm going to meet that spaceship." She stood up. "Where are you going, Mia?" "Go to the terminal. I have a lot to ask this Florentine." She laughed. "I will prove to you that your daughter can be a very good detective." But Fafu didn't respond to her laughter: "I hope you don't go."

"why?" "When this person arrives, it is extremely important that there are no abnormalities at the terminal. You will be too conspicuous there." "What's the point?" "I can't explain state affairs to you, Mia." "National affairs, hum." She leaned towards him, kissed him quickly on the forehead, then turned around and left. Now she is in the terminal, sitting helplessly in the car.A growing spot appeared in the sky, appearing as a black mass in the near-dusk sunlight. She pressed the button that opened the supplies compartment in the car and pulled out her viewing glass.A common use for these glasses is the twirling action of a one-man speeder chasing a stratospheric ball game, but they can also be used in more serious situations.She picked up this pair of glasses and put them close to her eyes, and the falling black dot in front of her turned into a concrete and tiny spaceship, and she could clearly see the red light emerging from the stern.

When the people in the spaceship came out, she could at least see them, and she could collect useful information as much as possible by sight.There is always a way afterwards, there is always a way, to arrange another meeting. Sark filled the picture plane, including a continent and half an ocean.Due to some cotton-like dead white clouds below, the picture is not very clear. "The space station won't be heavily guarded," said Jenner, "again at my suggestion. I told them that any unusual deployment of the spacecraft upon its arrival might alert Trantor. I And said that the success of the operation depended on Trantor staying in the dark from start to finish until it was a fait accompli... well, never mind that." His tone was a little shaky, showing most of what was on his mind. All on the console in front of you. Terrence shrugged sullenly, "What's the difference?" "Too bad for you. I'm going to use the landing eyes closest to the east gate, and once you've landed, go out the back security door and walk quickly toward that gate, but don't go too fast. I have some papers here that may or may not allow you to pass without hindrance. If anything goes wrong, you will have to take the necessary action on your own. Based on past records, I judge that I can trust you. There is a car waiting outside the gate , will drive you to the embassy, ​​that's all." "And you?" The Sark on the picture plane transformed from a featureless, gigantic orb of shimmering browns, greens, blues, and cloud whites to a more lively surface of winding rivers and wrinkled mountains. Jianruo showed a calm and cold smile: "You don't have to worry about me. When they find you running away, they may shoot me as a traitor; but if I am completely powerless at that time, and there is no way to stop you with actions, they may just Would have relegated me for being an idiot. I think the latter would be the better outcome. So I beg you, give me a nerve whip before you go." Terrence said, "Do you know what it's like to be whipped?" "Quite understanding." Many tiny beads of sweat emerged from his temples on both sides. "How do you know I won't take the opportunity to kill you? I'm the murderer of the tycoon, you know." "I know, but killing me won't do you any good, it's just a waste of your time. Besides, I've taken bigger risks than that." On the picture plane, the surface of Sark is gradually expanding, and the edge rushes out of the scope of the picture plane; while the center continues to grow bigger and bigger, and the new edge rushes out of the picture again.In a certain city, a rainbow-like structure is clearly visible. "You mustn't do it," said Jenna, "don't go in alone. Sack is not Florentine. You will be waiting for Trantor or a tycoon, remember." Now, a city clearly appears on the screen.A green and brown area in the suburbs gradually expanded and became a space station.It seemed to them to be floating upward at a slow pace. Jenruo said, "If Trantor doesn't pick you up within an hour, you'll be in the hands of those tycoons before the end of the day. I can't guarantee what Trantor will do to you, but I can guarantee what Sack will do to you .” Terrence, who had been at the State Department, knew what Sack would do to a murderer of a tycoon. The image of the terminal was steadily reflected on the imaging board, but he refused to look at it again.He switched to operating the flight instruments, pointing the pulsating beam downward.The spacecraft slowly turned around a mile up in the air, ending up tail-down. A hundred yards above the landing eye, the engine rumbled loudly.Terrence, sitting on the hydraulic springs, could feel them chattering and began to feel dizzy. Jianruo said: "Pick up the nerve whip and act quickly, every second counts. The emergency gate will close after you leave; they will spend five minutes wondering why I didn't open the main gate, and then spend another five minutes trying to break through Come in, and five minutes to find you. You have fifteen minutes to walk out the gate and get in that car." The tremor stopped abruptly, and in the solemn silence, Terrence knew that they had landed on Sark. Control was taken over by the steering diamagnetic field, and the yacht leaned majestically downwards, its sides slowly touching the ground. Jianruo said, "Do it!" His uniform was drenched with sweat. Terrence was still dizzy, his eyes could barely focus, but he raised his nerve whip... The chill of Sark's autumn hit Terrence.He had lived through this harsh season for many years, until he had almost forgotten the perennial summer in Florence.Suddenly, those days at the State Department came back to mind, as if he had never left this world of tycoons. Only now he's a desperado, charged with the heinous crime of murdering a tycoon. He took steps to the rhythm of his heartbeat.The spaceship was behind him, and the gates had closed gently after he left; Jian Ruo was still inside the spaceship, unable to move in excruciating pain.He was walking on a wide, flat road surrounded by laborers and mechanics, each with his own work and his own problems.They don't stop to stare in anyone's face, they have no reason to. Did anyone actually see him step out of the spaceship? He told himself the answer was no, otherwise there would have been the clamor of the hunt by now. He touched his hat, which was still drawn over his ears.Now there is a small round badge on the hat, which is quite smooth to the touch.If it was a distinguishing mark, those who worked for Trantor would only notice the badge gleaming in the sun. He could take it off, find his own way, try to find another spaceship - there was a way; try to get away from Sark - there was a way; Too many "somehows"!In his heart, he knew that he had come to the end, as Jian Ruo said, it was either Trantor or Sak.He hated and feared Trantor, but he knew that no matter how he chose, it was impossible and impossible to choose Sac. "you are you!" Terrence froze, and slowly raised his head in horror.The gate was still a hundred feet away, if he ran...but they wouldn't let a running man through.That was something he dared not do, and he must not run away. The young woman who called him was sitting in a car looking out the open window.Although Terrence had been in Sac for fifteen years, he had never seen such a vehicle, which shone with the luster of metal and translucent jewels at the same time. She said, "Come here, here." Terrence's legs led him slowly toward the car.Jenro had said that the car from Trantor would be waiting outside the terminal. Did he really say that?Would they send a woman on such a mission?In fact, she was just a girl, a dark, beautiful girl. "You came in that spaceship that just landed, didn't you?" she asked. He didn't answer. She became impatient: "Stop pretending, I saw you leave that spaceship!" She patted the pair of viewing glasses, and he recognized what it was. Terrence murmured, "Yes." "Then get in the car." She opened the car door for him.The interior of the car is even more luxurious, the seats are very soft, exuding a fragrance and the unique smell of a new car, and the girl is very beautiful. She said, "Are you part of that spaceship?" She was testing him, Terrence supposed. "You know who I am." He raised his hand and pointed to the badge. The car started to reverse and turn, without making any driving sound. At the gate, Terrence curled up on the back of the chair, clinging to the soft and cold Thistle chair cover.But he didn't need to be so careful at all, the girl said something in an outrageous tone, and they passed smoothly. What she said was: "This man is with me, and I am Samia Fafu." It took the tired Terrence a few seconds to hear and understand this sentence.When he poked his head out of the seat in embarrassment, the car was speeding at a hundred miles per hour on the express lane. Outside a building in the terminal, a servant looked up, murmured something into his lapel, and walked into the building to return to his work station.His overseer frowned, secretly determined to sue him in front of his superiors, saying that every time he went out to smoke, he would linger for half an hour. There were two people sitting in a car parked outside the terminal, and one of them said bewilderedly, "Getting into the car with a girl? What car? What girl?" Although he was wearing a sack suit, his accent clearly belonged to Chuan. The Great Horned World of the Tuo Empire. His companion is a Sack, and he knows all kinds of news like a bird.When the car passed the gate, began to turn under acceleration, and rushed into the express lane, he almost stood up from his seat and shouted: "That is the car of the lady Salmiya, there is absolutely no second one. O Galaxy, what should we do?" "Follow," said the other man emphatically. "But Lady Samiya..." "She means nothing to me, and she shouldn't mean anything to you. Otherwise, what are you doing here?" Their car also turned a corner and climbed up a wide, almost empty driveway where only the fastest ground vehicles were allowed. The Sax grunted, "We can't catch that car. Once she spots us, she'll kick the gears and the car can go two hundred and fifty." "She is currently maintaining a speed of one hundred per hour." The horned man responded. After a while, he said, "She's not going to the Ministry of State Security, that's for sure." After a while, he said again: "She's not going to Fafu Palace either." After a while, he said, "If I knew where she was going, it would be fine to shoot me around in space—she's going out of town again!" Nasak said, "How do we know that the killer of the tycoon is really in there? I guess it's a sleight of hand. She's not trying to get rid of us, she's purposely trying to be followed, otherwise she wouldn't be using such a car That's the kind of car that won't get lost two miles away." "I know, but Fafu won't send his daughter to lure us away. A team of patrolmen can do a better job." "Maybe the lady isn't actually in there." "We'll find out, man. She's slowing down. Accelerate past her and find a curve ahead to stop!" "I want to talk to you," the girl said. Terrence decided that this was not the ordinary trap he had first imagined.She was indeed a rich lady, she must be, and it never seemed to occur to her that anyone could or might stand in her way. She never glanced back to see if she was being followed.Three times as they turned, he noticed the same car following behind them, keeping a constant distance, neither approaching nor falling behind. That's no ordinary car, that's for sure.It may have been sent by Trantor, which is so good; or it may have belonged to the Sark government, in which case the lady is a fine hostage. "Let's get started," he said. "Is that the spaceship you're on, the one that brought the Florentine? The wanted man for all the murders?" "I said yes." "Very well. I brought you here to avoid any disturbance. Was the native interrogated on the way to Sark?" Such innocence, Terrence thought, could not be feigned; she really had no idea who he was.He replied cautiously: "Yes." "Were you present at the interrogation?" "yes." "Very well, I know. By the way, why did you leave that spaceship?" This, Terrence thought, should actually be her first question. He said, "I'm sending a special report to..." He hesitated deliberately. She couldn't wait to help him continue: "To my father? Don't worry, I will protect you well, and I will say that I ordered you to come with me." He said, "That's all right, Missy." The words "Miss" hit the depths of his consciousness.She was a lady, the noblest woman in the world, and he was only a Florentine.A person who can kill a policeman can easily learn how to kill a tycoon; in the same way, a murderer who kills a tycoon can face a noble lady without any scruples. He looked at her with stern, piercing eyes.Then he lifted his head up again, and looked down at her. She is very beautiful indeed. As the most honorable lady in the world, she did not notice his sharp gaze. "I want you to tell me everything about the interrogation. It is very important that I know everything that the Florentine told you." "May I ask why you are interested in that Florentine, my lady?" "No." She replied decisively. "As you order, Missy." He didn't know what he was going to say.Half of his consciousness was waiting for the following car to catch up, and the other half was paying more and more attention to the face and body of the beautiful woman beside him. The Florentines who worked in the State Department and were mayors were, in theory, every single one of them a celibate.In fact, most people would circumvent this prohibition when possible.And within the scope of his guts, and when conditions permit, Terrence has also made attempts in this regard.Those experiences, however, never satisfied him. For these reasons, this moment is especially significant.Never before had he been so close to a beautiful woman in such a luxurious vehicle in such isolation. She was waiting for him to speak, her black eyes (such beautiful black eyes) sparkled with intense curiosity, her full, rosy lips parted slightly in anticipation, and her figure was set off even more beautifully by the Thistle dress.She was completely unaware that anyone—anyone—could have the audacity to think ill of the Rich Lady. The half of him waiting for the stalker faded away. It dawned on him that killing a tycoon was no crime at all. He didn't quite know that he had already taken action, he only knew that his arms hugged her petite body, he only knew that her whole body was stiff, and as soon as he yelled halfway, he used his lips to seal her cries... He felt hands on his shoulders, the car door was opened, and the cold air hit his back.He fumbled for the weapon on his body, but it was too late, and the weapon in his hand was immediately torn off. Samiya let out a wordless gasp. The Sakh said in a disgusted tone, "Did you see what he did?" The man with the big horn said, "Don't worry about it." The person put a small black object into the pocket and pressed the mouth of the pocket shut with his hands. "Take him away," he said. The Nasak man turned his grief and anger into strength, and pulled Terrence out of the car forcefully. "She made him do that!" He murmured, "She made him do that..." "Who are you?" Samiya regained her composure and shouted forcefully, "Did my father send you here?" The horned man said, "Don't ask any questions, please." "You are from another world!" Samiya shouted angrily. The anger of the Sark still persisted: "In the name of Sark, I should smash his head into the neck." He raised his fist towards Terrence as he spoke. "Stop!" said the Bighorn, grabbing the Sark by the wrist and pulling his fist away. The Sakh man growled with a sullen face: "Everything has a limit. I can accept the act of killing a tycoon, and I even want to kill a few myself, but standing aside and watching a Florentine do that kind of thing, it's a shame." It's more than I can bear." Salmiya asked in an unnaturally sharp voice, "Florina?" The Sax bent down and ripped off Terrence's hat maliciously.The mayor's face turned blue, but he didn't move.He still looked at the girl with a firm gaze, and the breeze blew his light-colored hair slightly. Samiya backed away helplessly, as far as she could on the other side of the car seat.Then, she quickly covered her face with her hands, and under the pressure of her fingers, her skin began to turn white. The Sakh said, "What shall we do with her?" "Leave her alone." "She's seen us. We haven't gone a mile before she'll have the whole planet come after us." "Are you going to kill the rich lady?" the man with the big horn asked in a sarcastic tone. "Well, no. But we can wreck her car, and by the time she finds the cordless phone, we'll be far away." "It's not necessary." The man with big horns bent down and leaned his upper body into the car, "Miss, I don't have much time. Can you listen to me?" She didn't move. The horned man said: "You better listen. Sorry to bother you at such a tender moment, but luckily I made good use of it. I acted quickly and recorded the scene with a 3D camera. This is not to scare you , A few minutes after I leave here, I will send the negatives to a safe place. From now on, if you do anything to hinder us, I will have no choice but to be rude to you, and you should understand what I mean. " He turned around: "She won't say anything about today, not a single word. Come with me, mayor." Terrence followed them, not allowing himself to look back into the car, and look again at the pale face hidden behind his fingers. Whatever happened next, at least he had performed a miracle.There was a moment when he kissed the proudest lady on Sark, and tasted her soft, fragrant lips.