magician under the moon
Chapter 83
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Finally updated again, I am really sorry for my unmatched slow speed.Some time ago, I was also chasing articles, and I also experienced the hard work of the article chasing party, so it is not easy for more readers.From a college student to a small white-collar worker, this article has been with me. For this sake, I don’t want to use an impetuous mentality to write an ending casually.However, the more I write, the more difficult I feel, because I have designed a huge but not yet perfect structure, and the complexity of the structure makes me, a first-time novelist, feel more and more difficult to control.Moreover, writing not only consumes brain power, but more importantly, it consumes mental power. To write the emotions of characters, you have to experience these emotions first, but now, the text is getting heavier and heavier, so I often write and write I started to feel depressed... Hey, so I may have to continue at such a dying speed in the future, I just want to say to everyone, thank you, and forgive me!
Many tourists who have been to Japan say that Tokyo, the capital of Japan, located at 140°50' east longitude and 35°44' north latitude, is a city with double faces.During the day, she is like a noble lady wearing a kimono and drinking tea, her gestures are elegant, and her frowns and smiles are reserved.At night, she transformed herself into a coquettish and dissolute woman, throwing her cheap charm unscrupulously, seducing those inexperienced boys or experienced men.The reason for such a metaphor actually comes from the residents living in the city of Tokyo.A man who is so polite to others in the daytime that he is almost humble may turn out to be a gangster who is drunk on the roadside and wants to molest every passing woman at night. This kind of situation is unbelievable in other places, but it is indeed common in Tokyo.
Therefore, although the upcoming scene tonight is so unusual, it should not be too surprising for us to happen in a city like Tokyo, right?
The sunset glow gradually receded, and the sky, like oil-soaked paper, gradually became transparent, leaving only a little blush on the horizon, which contrasted nicely with the dusty wine in the goblet on the dining table for many years.On both sides of the dining table, a man and a woman were sitting, and they were not talking to each other. At this time, they were enjoying the French meal carefully prepared by the chef with skillful techniques.The man appears to be in his 40s, with good looks and a well-proportioned build.At this time, he was wearing a black suit, showing a refined temperament in every gesture, and his eyes were wise and calm that is unique to a person who has experienced many vicissitudes.The woman opposite looked much younger, with a glamorous appearance, a voluptuous figure, long blond hair, and a low-cut black evening dress. She had a soft noble and mysterious atmosphere, and she only needed to smile slightly. , is enough to take people's breath away.
The waitress, who was used to seeing big scenes, served them attentively with the most proficient techniques, while at the same time restraining her accelerated heartbeat with the utmost restraint.If it weren't for her well-trained restraint, the waitress would almost shout excitedly, just for her extraordinary good luck tonight, to meet such two people here, such an extraordinary pair ----- Yusaku Kudo and Chris Wynyard.
Their stories are well known. Yusaku Kudo, a famous private detective in Japan in his early years, was dubbed a "police consultant" because of his excellent reasoning ability and close cooperation with the police. At the age of 30, he suddenly announced that he would no longer handle cases, and instead developed into the novel world, and in the following ten years, he created countless myths in the mystery world, and was called "the master of contemporary mystery novels" and "Japanese novels" by critics. Conan Doyle".Chrissy Wynyard is a hot female star in Hollywood, known for being able to play various types of roles, and has won the title of Best Actress in Hollywood many times.Her flamboyant personality and maverick, like her unique label, has attracted countless people's curiosity and pursuit. Although she has gradually faded out of people's sight these years, she is still a figure in the world film industry, enough to be called a legend.
However, those book fans and movie fans who think they know their situation well will never think that all these splendid auras are just the superficial decoration or delusion of the two people, and their secrets behind their backs. The other face, like the flower in the mirror or the moon in the water, is an untouchable existence.
"Long time no see, Sharon." Elegantly wiping the remaining soup on his lips with a napkin, Yuu Kudo called out the name of Chrissy Wynyard's mother in an aristocratic and at the same time friendly and unfamiliar tone , and at the same time broke the silence between the two that lasted eight years and belonged to another face, "Oh, sorry, based on the topic we are going to talk about today, I think it is more appropriate to call you Vermouth."
"You guy, you really haven't changed at all. You always like to emphasize some boring details." Chris Wynyard laughed, it was a series of light laughter like silver bells, and then she suddenly leaned forward and lowered her body. He lowered his voice, and his tone changed abruptly, bringing a little slyness and mystery, "In that case, then tonight I should call you Mr. Maccalan."
"I haven't heard this code name for a long time." There was no rebuttal, and there was no slight emotional fluctuation. Yusaku Kudo, no, it should be said that Maccalan showed a slight smile, and his tone was relaxed and even a little casual, "Let's get to the point. At such an extraordinary moment, you specially called me from the United States, not just for a meal.”
Not affected by the relaxed atmosphere deliberately created by the other party, Vermouth's expression is a rare seriousness "Then I'll just say it, I want...to ask you something...about that person thing."
"Aren't you joking?" Maccalan raised his eyebrows slightly, and made a look that could be named surprise, but unfortunately his expression was too exaggerated to the point of being funny. In the eyes of his wife, I am afraid that it will only provoke a laugh, "Is it useful to find a small person like me for that person's affairs? What's more, you have stayed by his side for so many years, and you should know his affairs best." , isn't it?"
"Little man, you are too modest. How could the organization have grown to today's scale without the information you provided to the police and high-level political circles over the past ten years..." Vermouth smiled faintly and looked at the person opposite him intently , her eyes at this time seem to be that of a witch with magical powers in legends, who is using hypnosis, intending to pry out the unknown secrets from other people's mouths "And, what I want to ask is not these years, but... .that happened eight years ago."
"Eight years ago..." The three words caused an aura called memories to spread from this man who seemed to have no emotional fluctuations. His tone was a little low, and he asked slowly "Why did you even think of asking this question?"
The sky gradually smudges the orange-red sunset into the darkness of the deep night, and the light blue light outside the window penetrates the lavender mixed with purple wine, both of which are reflected in Vermouth's beautiful sapphire blue eyes. That concealed sadness and even desperation have nothing to hide "Since eight years ago, he has changed, completely changed...became so that I don't know him anymore...but I always believe that, In the depths of his heart.....the old man remains...with time, the wounds in his heart will gradually heal....maybe one day... ...but.......I found out that I was wrong...the man I loved so much is dead...and I can only watch and watch He's dying...can't do anything...can't do...."
Maccalan was silent. Every word and every word the woman said was like a pair of invisible hands tearing her heart apart and falling into the darkness. The deepest pain buried in the deepest corner of her heart was a slow but sharp pain. For eight years, he could only escape temporarily but never forget it, even now, so he could only avoid the other party's eyes that were also full of pain, and said softly, "You also know what happened at that time. Why ask me?"
"These years...I have been trying to convince myself that he changed like this because eight years ago...betrayed at the same time by the person I trusted the most and the person I thought I trusted the most... But, gradually, I doubted my own judgment more and more... Especially when he ordered to kill his own son, I confirmed a fact, a fact that should have been confirmed by me a long time ago Fact..." After pondering for a while, she spoke slowly and clearly in a tone that seemed to penetrate her soul, "What happened at that time was not as simple as I imagined, And if there is anyone in the world who has the truth of everything but himself, it can only be you, Mr Maccalan."
The dark red sunset, with the remnants of sunset glow, gradually disappears into the horizon of the city, which is blocked by high-rise buildings.The crimson moon hangs quietly at the end of the sky, and gradually sprinkles the silvery white light through the thin clouds to Tokyo, which is surrounded by the deep night and bright lights.A sudden idea jumped into Maccalan's mind, maybe there are some secrets in this world, just like the sun and the moon, destined to be hidden, but also destined to be revealed, just the timing of hiding and revealing, just like the alternation of the sun and the moon in nature, It cannot be advanced or postponed, so those who want to inquire about the secret, no matter how impatient they are, all they can do is two words, that is, wait.
So, he made what he thinks is the most appropriate response at this moment, "You are very smart, Vermouth, I do know some secrets that you don't know..."
The bright red wine and the crystal wine glass shattered on the marble floor with a sharp sound, instantly arousing the surprised eyes of others, but Vermouth didn't care about these. The woman who will pretend to be deeply rooted in her bone marrow instantly took off the mask she relied on to survive, "Secret? What secret are you guys hiding from me?"
What responded to her impulsiveness was the calmness of the other person, so calm that it was almost cold and decisive, only a touch of sadness and helplessness was hidden in the eyes, "These secrets are not what you should know now! At least not now."
"I don't understand you!?"
"No, you should understand." Maccalan looked into the other's eyes for three seconds, and Vermouth returned the other's gaze, also for three seconds.Time and space seem to be infinitely stretched and frozen by this short three seconds, and all the colors and sounds seem to be pulled away in this frozen time and space, and then, in a word, to break all these freezes and pulls, that is A simple but meaningful sentence "Secretisman's Pandora'sbox."
Finally updated again, I am really sorry for my unmatched slow speed.Some time ago, I was also chasing articles, and I also experienced the hard work of the article chasing party, so it is not easy for more readers.From a college student to a small white-collar worker, this article has been with me. For this sake, I don’t want to use an impetuous mentality to write an ending casually.However, the more I write, the more difficult I feel, because I have designed a huge but not yet perfect structure, and the complexity of the structure makes me, a first-time novelist, feel more and more difficult to control.Moreover, writing not only consumes brain power, but more importantly, it consumes mental power. To write the emotions of characters, you have to experience these emotions first, but now, the text is getting heavier and heavier, so I often write and write I started to feel depressed... Hey, so I may have to continue at such a dying speed in the future, I just want to say to everyone, thank you, and forgive me!
Many tourists who have been to Japan say that Tokyo, the capital of Japan, located at 140°50' east longitude and 35°44' north latitude, is a city with double faces.During the day, she is like a noble lady wearing a kimono and drinking tea, her gestures are elegant, and her frowns and smiles are reserved.At night, she transformed herself into a coquettish and dissolute woman, throwing her cheap charm unscrupulously, seducing those inexperienced boys or experienced men.The reason for such a metaphor actually comes from the residents living in the city of Tokyo.A man who is so polite to others in the daytime that he is almost humble may turn out to be a gangster who is drunk on the roadside and wants to molest every passing woman at night. This kind of situation is unbelievable in other places, but it is indeed common in Tokyo.
Therefore, although the upcoming scene tonight is so unusual, it should not be too surprising for us to happen in a city like Tokyo, right?
The sunset glow gradually receded, and the sky, like oil-soaked paper, gradually became transparent, leaving only a little blush on the horizon, which contrasted nicely with the dusty wine in the goblet on the dining table for many years.On both sides of the dining table, a man and a woman were sitting, and they were not talking to each other. At this time, they were enjoying the French meal carefully prepared by the chef with skillful techniques.The man appears to be in his 40s, with good looks and a well-proportioned build.At this time, he was wearing a black suit, showing a refined temperament in every gesture, and his eyes were wise and calm that is unique to a person who has experienced many vicissitudes.The woman opposite looked much younger, with a glamorous appearance, a voluptuous figure, long blond hair, and a low-cut black evening dress. She had a soft noble and mysterious atmosphere, and she only needed to smile slightly. , is enough to take people's breath away.
The waitress, who was used to seeing big scenes, served them attentively with the most proficient techniques, while at the same time restraining her accelerated heartbeat with the utmost restraint.If it weren't for her well-trained restraint, the waitress would almost shout excitedly, just for her extraordinary good luck tonight, to meet such two people here, such an extraordinary pair ----- Yusaku Kudo and Chris Wynyard.
Their stories are well known. Yusaku Kudo, a famous private detective in Japan in his early years, was dubbed a "police consultant" because of his excellent reasoning ability and close cooperation with the police. At the age of 30, he suddenly announced that he would no longer handle cases, and instead developed into the novel world, and in the following ten years, he created countless myths in the mystery world, and was called "the master of contemporary mystery novels" and "Japanese novels" by critics. Conan Doyle".Chrissy Wynyard is a hot female star in Hollywood, known for being able to play various types of roles, and has won the title of Best Actress in Hollywood many times.Her flamboyant personality and maverick, like her unique label, has attracted countless people's curiosity and pursuit. Although she has gradually faded out of people's sight these years, she is still a figure in the world film industry, enough to be called a legend.
However, those book fans and movie fans who think they know their situation well will never think that all these splendid auras are just the superficial decoration or delusion of the two people, and their secrets behind their backs. The other face, like the flower in the mirror or the moon in the water, is an untouchable existence.
"Long time no see, Sharon." Elegantly wiping the remaining soup on his lips with a napkin, Yuu Kudo called out the name of Chrissy Wynyard's mother in an aristocratic and at the same time friendly and unfamiliar tone , and at the same time broke the silence between the two that lasted eight years and belonged to another face, "Oh, sorry, based on the topic we are going to talk about today, I think it is more appropriate to call you Vermouth."
"You guy, you really haven't changed at all. You always like to emphasize some boring details." Chris Wynyard laughed, it was a series of light laughter like silver bells, and then she suddenly leaned forward and lowered her body. He lowered his voice, and his tone changed abruptly, bringing a little slyness and mystery, "In that case, then tonight I should call you Mr. Maccalan."
"I haven't heard this code name for a long time." There was no rebuttal, and there was no slight emotional fluctuation. Yusaku Kudo, no, it should be said that Maccalan showed a slight smile, and his tone was relaxed and even a little casual, "Let's get to the point. At such an extraordinary moment, you specially called me from the United States, not just for a meal.”
Not affected by the relaxed atmosphere deliberately created by the other party, Vermouth's expression is a rare seriousness "Then I'll just say it, I want...to ask you something...about that person thing."
"Aren't you joking?" Maccalan raised his eyebrows slightly, and made a look that could be named surprise, but unfortunately his expression was too exaggerated to the point of being funny. In the eyes of his wife, I am afraid that it will only provoke a laugh, "Is it useful to find a small person like me for that person's affairs? What's more, you have stayed by his side for so many years, and you should know his affairs best." , isn't it?"
"Little man, you are too modest. How could the organization have grown to today's scale without the information you provided to the police and high-level political circles over the past ten years..." Vermouth smiled faintly and looked at the person opposite him intently , her eyes at this time seem to be that of a witch with magical powers in legends, who is using hypnosis, intending to pry out the unknown secrets from other people's mouths "And, what I want to ask is not these years, but... .that happened eight years ago."
"Eight years ago..." The three words caused an aura called memories to spread from this man who seemed to have no emotional fluctuations. His tone was a little low, and he asked slowly "Why did you even think of asking this question?"
The sky gradually smudges the orange-red sunset into the darkness of the deep night, and the light blue light outside the window penetrates the lavender mixed with purple wine, both of which are reflected in Vermouth's beautiful sapphire blue eyes. That concealed sadness and even desperation have nothing to hide "Since eight years ago, he has changed, completely changed...became so that I don't know him anymore...but I always believe that, In the depths of his heart.....the old man remains...with time, the wounds in his heart will gradually heal....maybe one day... ...but.......I found out that I was wrong...the man I loved so much is dead...and I can only watch and watch He's dying...can't do anything...can't do...."
Maccalan was silent. Every word and every word the woman said was like a pair of invisible hands tearing her heart apart and falling into the darkness. The deepest pain buried in the deepest corner of her heart was a slow but sharp pain. For eight years, he could only escape temporarily but never forget it, even now, so he could only avoid the other party's eyes that were also full of pain, and said softly, "You also know what happened at that time. Why ask me?"
"These years...I have been trying to convince myself that he changed like this because eight years ago...betrayed at the same time by the person I trusted the most and the person I thought I trusted the most... But, gradually, I doubted my own judgment more and more... Especially when he ordered to kill his own son, I confirmed a fact, a fact that should have been confirmed by me a long time ago Fact..." After pondering for a while, she spoke slowly and clearly in a tone that seemed to penetrate her soul, "What happened at that time was not as simple as I imagined, And if there is anyone in the world who has the truth of everything but himself, it can only be you, Mr Maccalan."
The dark red sunset, with the remnants of sunset glow, gradually disappears into the horizon of the city, which is blocked by high-rise buildings.The crimson moon hangs quietly at the end of the sky, and gradually sprinkles the silvery white light through the thin clouds to Tokyo, which is surrounded by the deep night and bright lights.A sudden idea jumped into Maccalan's mind, maybe there are some secrets in this world, just like the sun and the moon, destined to be hidden, but also destined to be revealed, just the timing of hiding and revealing, just like the alternation of the sun and the moon in nature, It cannot be advanced or postponed, so those who want to inquire about the secret, no matter how impatient they are, all they can do is two words, that is, wait.
So, he made what he thinks is the most appropriate response at this moment, "You are very smart, Vermouth, I do know some secrets that you don't know..."
The bright red wine and the crystal wine glass shattered on the marble floor with a sharp sound, instantly arousing the surprised eyes of others, but Vermouth didn't care about these. The woman who will pretend to be deeply rooted in her bone marrow instantly took off the mask she relied on to survive, "Secret? What secret are you guys hiding from me?"
What responded to her impulsiveness was the calmness of the other person, so calm that it was almost cold and decisive, only a touch of sadness and helplessness was hidden in the eyes, "These secrets are not what you should know now! At least not now."
"I don't understand you!?"
"No, you should understand." Maccalan looked into the other's eyes for three seconds, and Vermouth returned the other's gaze, also for three seconds.Time and space seem to be infinitely stretched and frozen by this short three seconds, and all the colors and sounds seem to be pulled away in this frozen time and space, and then, in a word, to break all these freezes and pulls, that is A simple but meaningful sentence "Secretisman's Pandora'sbox."
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