Haina is like a gecko, lying on the top of the shell roof. Below is the side door in and out of the backstage. She can''t see it from her point of view, but she can easily get in as long as she turns over.
Five minutes ago, she watched the pilot enter the backstage through this door. Since then, she has been waiting here, waiting for the door to open again.
Soon, she heard a squeak, and a man dressed as a servant squeezed out of it with something in his hand.
Before the man could be completely separated from the door, Haina had turned over and jumped up, like a fish, through the gap between the attendant and the lintel.
There was another attendant holding a heavy object in the door.
Haina, who was in an accident, did not show any panic. She threw out the hook and rope before landing. Her slender legs were stretched straight and gently touched the object held by the latter attendant. The whole person rose against the trend, turned over the lintel and ran up the beam.
"Down!"
The latter servant screamed, and the former turned around with a smile and carefully resisted the latter''s holding with his shoulder.
"Can you use it any more? You can''t even move things well. Be careful that the patriarch drives you back to Boston."
The latter one poked his head out from behind the object, and his face was full of happiness and guilt: "much... Much talk. Who knew that such an evil wind would come out when opening the door and almost blew the box down."
"The wind?" the former thought for a long time, "ah, it seems to blow through my forehead. It didn''t blow to me at all. Is it God''s blessing?"
"God is aboveboard. It must be the devil who will be so sneaky."
"Well, do you also believe that the patriarch will summon the devil?"
"Who knows..."
Haina ran like a cat on the cobweb beam, and there was a busy backstage at her feet. The high of the master of ceremonies had become faint here through layers of screens.
This is the characteristic of the echo wall, which is different from the omni-directional sound amplification effect of later speakers. The principle of the echo wall is to concentrate the divergent sound, and the volume on the side and back will not be strengthened, but will be weakened.
Haina soon ran all over the open area of the backstage, but she couldn''t find the pilot. The unchecked part was only an independent room directly behind the stage.
It was a very strange room. The passage was cut off in all directions. Judging from the structure of the roof, it should be just north of the central axis of the main venue, that is, the shortest place of the whole building.
It was made very strong. Obviously, it was not at the load-bearing point, but Haina saw steel clad and rivets on its columns and external beams, which was like building a bunker at the end of the venue.
It has a door connected with the backstage. The only door is tightly closed. People come and go outside. It is obviously not suitable to sneak in like the previous side door.
Haina thought for a moment, started quickly, circled to the other side of the backstage, opened the door and dived out while no one was paying attention, then rushed to the roof, and ran to the position corresponding to the closed room.
There is a row of windows, facing the sea and beach not far away. The scenery is picturesque and the view is wide.
Haina found for the first time that the main auction venue was so close to the sea, only about 500 meters, and the location was basically built on the northern edge of the jungle in the heart of the island, not the center of the island on the map of Morgan chamber of Commerce.
It is the dense jungle and winding roads that distort people''s sense of distance and orientation. If there is another reason, it is that the wharf around the island makes people subconsciously think that Morgan chamber of Commerce has developed all the beaches, but they have left themselves with the most beautiful scenery.
Haina lay down and carefully checked the joints of the wooden roof. She soon found a gap that could be pried open, took out a flying knife and gently opened it.
There is a hollow internal partition under the roof, and then there is a thin cork layer of heat insulation and sound insulation. Take out the cork layer and iron plates that don''t know the depth.
The iron plates seem to be arranged independently. There is no gap between the iron plates in the skylight opened by Haina. If she wants to find them in a wider range, she has to tear down more roofs
"I hope you can hear me..." looking at the bright sun with her eyes high in the sky, Haina fell down and stuck her ears tightly to the iron plate.
……
The room was in a mess.
The luxurious carpet is littered with paper, pens, ink, stamps, and fragmentary dresses, men''s and women''s, black and red.
Susan Morgan lay naked on the empty desk. The sun lit up the sweat stains on her body through the large landing window, drying out the blush after the climax and reflecting the beautiful glow.
Suddenly, her long eyelashes trembled slightly: "do you want to leave without saying goodbye? Brother."
"There''s just something to do," said the pilot, tightening the cuffs of his shirt. "You should know the commotion."
"Is it the commotion worth ￡ 23800?" Susan opened her eyes and blushed. "President Drake is worthy of being the richest businessman under the age of 30 today, spending money like dirt. I saw the list of entrusted quotations. The charm of each painting is really..."
"That''s why you called me all of a sudden." the pilot was expressionless. "Lorraine Drake picked up your * * and you need to diarrhea?"
"My dear brother is jealous!" Susan sat up with a charming smile, caressed her stomach and showed her proud figure without care. "You are jealous, even if you know that the best man is just a plaything for me. I just want my brother''s children, just want Morgan and Morgan to give birth to a new Morgan."
"Alsace Morgan died a long time ago. Just a month before the death of the former patriarch, he was killed in order to let you succeed to the position of patriarch." the pilot looked at Susan coldly. "Don''t call me brother again, it makes me sick."
"But you also make me sick." the charming Susan turned to ice in a second. "If it weren''t for my brother, you would be just a smelly meat with low self-esteem and obedience. Get out and do your work and don''t dirty my blanket."
Sudden silence.
The pilot made no more sound. He dressed silently, opened the door silently and went out silently.
The door is closed.
Susan jumped off the desk, barefoot on the soft carpet and picked up a shiny button among the pile of debris.
That''s the button on the men''s shirt and the button on the pilot''s clothes.
She held the button to her heart, squeezed it tightly, and knelt down on the ground bit by bit.
"You are still so obedient... Brother."
"Every time I am so obedient, obediently approaching, obediently walking away, obediently leaving without saying goodbye... You never say goodbye to me, just like an ugly puppet."
"Coward..."
Susan vomited abruptly and violently until she vomited everything in her stomach, leaving only acid burning her throat.
There was a fire burning in her heart.
She stood up with a smile, shed tears, threw the button into the middle of the vomit, turned and opened the door.
There were no wisps on her, but the men in the backstage turned a blind eye until she dragged a waiting follower and took off his swallow tail.
"Burn everything in the study," she said. "Decorate the new room before noon."
The attendant, pale and blue, put a swallow tail on her body, closed his eyes, and dared not even lift his head.
"Yes, patriarch," replied the Chamberlain trembling, "is the desperate man ready for the carriage?"
"No need." Susan''s eyes seemed dead. "I''m suffocating and want to walk back by myself."
"Congratulations to the patriarch..."