Chapter 131 21: Tracking
Ab was a little embarrassed, but fortunately the nurse only thought about it for a short while and then arrived at the destination floor.
After giving him a strange look, he pushed the cart out.
Maybe she didn’t know much about A Bu’s injuries, or maybe she thought he was pretending to be sick before and mingled with the victims to eat some nutritious meals from the hospital, but in short, she was not
relaxed After taking a breath, he returned to his mother's floor and went to the nurse's station to ask some questions. Then he put aside some of his worries and came to his mother's ward.
"Mom, I need to leave for a few days." Abu held his mother's hand and said solemnly.
My mother stopped talking and sighed: "When your father left me, his eyes were as firm as yours now."
"I didn't want to hurt others." Abu couldn't help but continue.
My mother patted his hand and interrupted him: "I know, Ab, how can you bear to hurt others? Since you were a child, you have been as kind and kind as an angel. I was even afraid that the cynicism in my heart would affect you. I am glad that even growing up in a slum did not affect your persistence in kindness. Now that you have grown up, go ahead and do what you think is right. "
"I will be a kind person, now and in the future, mother, I promise." Abu said goodbye to her in tears.
Volunteers and nurses will take good care of his mother. What Abu needs is to take care of the entire capital.
After leaving the hospital, Abu hid underground and began an intensive inspection, hoping to find some trace of El.
I went to El's house after nightfall and stayed there until the next day, only to find a lot of plainclothes, but no sign of him.
The immigrants were also frightened by the immediate killing and did not dare to organize a second demonstration in a short period of time. They could only continue to curse the authorities for their inaction on social networks.
But there were not as many verbal and verbal criticisms against the perpetrator as expected, as if they were afraid that the other party could really follow the network cable and touch them.
Abou tried to take on the role of the other party. If he were El, it would seem so natural to hate immigrants and then hate Olivier who supports immigrants.
Combined with the other party's style of never entangled, it seems that it is just to create pressure for the officials.
His heart tightened and he tightened his grip on the iron tower ornament hanging around his neck.
Without too much hesitation, he searched online and roughly knew that Olivier should be handling official business at the Palace of Delfor.
So we started from the underground, avoiding the subway and a large number of pipes, and came all the way to the vicinity of the Delver Palace to concentrate on our perception.
".Traces."
"Arrangement."
It was M. Olivier's voice.
Ab refreshed and became more focused.
But what they said next had nothing to do with what he wanted to know, so he patiently continued to listen.
"My guess is correct. This should be regarded as another warning to me."
"Sir! Although I know I can't persuade you, I still want to ask you to cancel the speech in Tello Square."
“What do you think is the purpose of my speech?”
“.Vote.”
“Haha, of course this is one aspect, more importantly, it is unity, not If we unite, we will fall into endless internal strife.”
"I'm afraid this is difficult."
"It is difficult, but it is worth doing. Integration must be a major trend. At least, for us, it is a bitter pill that must be eaten."
"But you are our soul, just in case"
"Even if I am no longer here, there will still be you. You are no longer here. As long as the tower is still standing, someone in this country will eventually stand up."< br>
“Sure enough, I still can’t persuade you.”
"Don't underestimate yourself, you can keep me clear-headed at all times."
"Are you complaining that I wake you up early every day?"
"Oh, this is also one aspect."< br>
“Alas, I forgot to mention that no suspicious person appeared in the cemetery under surveillance.”
“Perhaps he has already appeared and was hiding in secret to observe. This is what I, too, as a Grandfather's intuition." Abu continued to listen for a while until they stopped talking and started to deal with other matters.
"The cemetery. Is that Miss Caroline?"
He put aside distracting thoughts and used the clues he had just learned to investigate one by one, and finally found it at dusk. A suspicious cemetery.
There are no relatively tall buildings near the cemetery, and the few buildings are probably arranged by spies. Will El come?
He will indeed come.
But he did not enter the cemetery.
Just using the "transformation" ability of the magic wand, I turned into an old lady and came to a cafe across the street from the cemetery.
While eating snacks and drinking coffee, I looked at the fence of the cemetery, as if I was missing a relative who had passed away.
But he was caught in the process of transformation by A Bu.
Returning to the ground from the hiding place, Ab controlled the dust on his body to scatter on the ground and entered the cafe.
In the dessert shop not far from the cafe, a plainclothes man glanced at A Bu who walked into the cafe, and quickly focused his attention on the cemetery fence.
Ab went straight to the chair in front of the old lady and sat down.
"What would you like to drink, sir?" the waiter came up and asked.
He hesitated for a moment: "Does water cost money?"
The waiter was speechless for a moment and looked at the lady sitting opposite.
"Drink, I'll treat you."
The lady glanced at Abu, a little surprised, but not rude, and told the waiter in a gentle tone.
“Let’s have the same drink as this lady.”
“Okay.”
Looking at the waiter returning to the counter, El said: “Here you go. Are you looking for me for revenge?”
Abu shook his head: "I want you to stop killing people."
"It's very easy. When I die, I won't kill anyone again." El looked into Abu's eyes, "It's strange. I can't feel any anger from you. Your family is not dead?"
Abu's eyes dimmed and he answered the question unreasonably: "I think Brother Martin is dead, and Miss Caroline's revenge is over. "Why do you continue to kill people?"
"Don't mention her name with your mouth," El warned in a low voice.
"Sir, your coffee." The waiter came over with the coffee.
"Thank you."
A cup of coffee was handed to Abu's desk.
"She doesn't like coffee very much. Wet cappuccino is the only one she can accept." El took a sip of his coffee. "You are not qualified to point fingers at my revenge, but you naturally You can try to stop me. I know which hospital the survivors in your apartment live in. When do you think I will go there?"
Abu's breathing became heavy.
Mother is her only relative, and she will never allow accidents.
As he clenched his fist, the ground shook slightly, causing ripples in the coffee in the cup and the utensils in the coffee shop buzzing.
The waiter did not run away in a panic. The shaking was similar to that of nearby construction. He only needed to hold on to the cups that were easy to fall.
El looked away from the coffee and looked at him differently.
"I see, no wonder you can find me, but it's a pity that we can't reconcile. But if you don't cause trouble, I won't take action against you or your family again."< br>
“And can’t you feel my anger now?”
After saying that, he put a banknote under the coffee cup, picked up the magic wand, glanced at the waiter who was sorting the cups, and disappeared in an instant.
Ab took a deep breath, and the slight trembling on the ground subsided.
(End of this chapter)