The postman didn''t leave. Mr. kesma asked Mason to keep Seth. He had other uses.


    In fact, when Mr. kesma heard that a masked woman was inquiring about alfalfa Town, he knew who the woman was.


    If there is any hatred that can make a woman chase after her, even if she can''t forget them more than 20 years later, there is only one possibility. Plus Walter... No, what Johnson said, he knew that this woman was Anna.


    Mr. kesma''s dinner was not as rich as people thought. Perhaps most people in alfalfa town didn''t think about how rich Mr. kesma would eat in the evening. Like many years ago, he would be satisfied as long as he had meat and bread. If he could add some fresh vegetable leaves and thick soup, it would definitely be a "rich" dinner.


    Only this evening, there were three more people on the table of Mr. kesma''s family. His pseudonym was Walter, who had been living in painful memories. The older he was, the shorter he was. Leighton, who suspected that his wife had an affair with the dragon all day, and the brothers with dragon blood lineage, both old and young, were also Leighton''s youngest son.


    In the evening, Mrs. kesima slaughtered a sheep and got five roast chickens for them. Don''t underestimate the amount of food these guests and members of the kesima family can eat. Those half grown boys and girls are simply frightening. How can their small stomach hold so many things?


    After the silent meal, Mrs. kesma returned upstairs with little Mr. kesma and the other children. She knew that her husband had something to talk to the three guests alone.


    "My son, Mason, you all know. He called me and told me a very shocking news!" after saying this, Mr. kesma took out his pipe he had used for many years from his pocket, lit it, took a sip, leaned back in his chair and looked at the cracked ceiling, as if he were trapped in memory.


    However, Leighton, who has known Mr. kesma for more than 30 years, knows his friend very well. He must not be remembering anything. He is waiting for the "next step". So he asked with a smile, "Oh? What news can surprise you so much? I can''t wait to know!". He accentuated the word "can''t wait", and Mr. kesma immediately "came back to his senses".


    He pursed his mouth, with a trace of satisfaction in his eyes. "Anna is back, right in tenell."


    Walter, who had quit drinking and alias Johnson, suddenly stood up. His range of motion was a little large. He shook the table, and even the chair he was sitting on was bounced out by his stretched legs. There was some unspeakable hatred in his eyes, as if it were hatred, but there were something else.


    A few months ago, Walter was drunk every day. They have hired doctors for Walter, good doctors and bad doctors. These doctors have the same diagnosis, but they use different words according to whether they are good or bad.


    Good doctor: "this patient has been very stimulated, so his mental state is very poor. Sometimes he will have severe headaches. I suggest that he take painkillers for a long time to alleviate some situations I don''t know, which will make him more comfortable."


    Bad doctor: "he''s a psycho. You know what? He has a brain problem and can''t be cured. I suggest that if he messes up, give him the back of his brain. He''ll be relatively quiet. By the way, will you come to play cards in the evening?"


    Walter''s drinking is to anesthetize himself and relieve his head pain. Cheap drinks are cheaper and easier to obtain than expensive painkillers, so he is always drunk.


    Anna didn''t recognize him until he saw her.


    From that day on, he found that his head didn''t hurt and he wouldn''t have hallucinations again, so he gave up drinking, which was called "an incredible strange thing in alfalfa town" by some people, and it was said that ghosts and religion were also involved.


    However, the old friends all know why he is good, because he knows he can''t escape, and everyone is psychologically prepared for the arrival of this day, so he doesn''t show how surprised he is now.


    "What are you going to do?" Leighton asked. He was Mr. kesma''s assistant. He appeared in nearly 70% of the assassinations in the past. What he showed was much more ferocious.


    Mr. kesma stretched out his finger and motioned for Walter to sit down. "That''s why I invited you to dinner. Look, I''m old. That bastard Mason can''t even kill a cow. It needs to be solved again, so it''s up to you. If any of you have any different ideas, you can put them forward before you leave."


    Leighton shook his head, and so did his little son. All three of them focused on Walter. Walter''s expression was so distorted that no one could bear that his beloved wife killed his children and parents in front of him. In the past, he had been avoiding, but the last time he saw Anna, he found that there was another emotion in his heart that had been hidden by him. He wanted revenge!


    This is a good opportunity, and Mr. kesma gave him this opportunity.


    He lowered his head, clenched his hands and pressed them on his knees. After a moment, he nodded his head hard, "I''ll go!"


    "Very good, very good, so can I continue to call you Walter from today?", Mr. kesma sighed with satisfaction, "damn Johnson, what are these broken names, or Walter sounds better."


    Mr. kesma raised his hand slightly. "Gentlemen, I''ve asked Sisi to write a black post for that woman. At 12 o''clock tomorrow evening, let the blood be red and dark!"


    Anna, who studied one night''s materials and made many phone calls, did not leave tenar. Since many materials are now carried in paper media, there is a lot of trouble in accessing them. For example, in order to avoid taking up more space, older materials have been packed and thrown into the warehouse area. It is not easy to find a document from a pile of data packages. First of all, physical strength is not something that ordinary people can afford.


    Secondly, the information fed back by some departments needs to be further processed, such as getting more information from the local police station, or someone else in the local knows more inside information, so she will stay in tener for two days. Two days later, she will leave for the west to meet with ANP, and finally help them find out those who made terrorist attacks.


    From the morning to the afternoon, Anna looked through the materials she had seen several times in her room. ANP taught her a little secret. If she can''t find a clue about some things, she will look through all the materials in order, constantly change the order of looking, and it is very possible to find something not found before from the existing evidence.


    In the afternoon, she went out to relax - in fact, she was a little confused inside. She had been chasing these people for more than 20 years and spent almost her whole life, even her face. Now hope is in front of her. She has a hunch that she has not found the wrong direction this time, but the more she is sure, the more something unspeakable is churning in her heart. So she found an excuse to go out to do business in the afternoon. In fact, she went for a walk to reduce her psychological burden.


    There was no fun place in tenell. The new mayor fell into a struggle with the old party camp and had no time to develop the city. There was a rotten atmosphere everywhere. On the roadside, those upper class people in dresses and high hats with disdain looked at the rickety lower class who passed by them with their raised chin, so that they were about to lose sight of the road in front of them.


    There are always a group of young people standing at the corner of the road. Their eyes stay for a moment on everyone passing by them.


    This is a very bad city!


    Anna walked and stopped, and finally found a park outside the city center. Walking in the quiet park, looking at the budding trees, flowers and plants, she found a stone bench and sat down. She took out a cigarette to light it, and then took out the necklace she had been carrying close to her from her collar. A pendant is worn on the necklace. It is a very common one. It has beautiful patterns on the outside. After opening, it can put two small photos inside.


    She has worn this pendant for 25 years. The first side is her bust when she was young. Next to her, there is a man with a tight face but slightly raised corners of his mouth. They stand very close.


    The second picture is a baby in swaddling clothes. It was taken when he was a full year old.


    These two photos have turned yellow, faded and cracked. She has been trying her best to keep them well. For her, this is a very precious thing!


    She represents the past!


    When her fingers could feel the higher and higher temperature, she threw the cigarette she had only smoked on the ground, closed the pendant and stuffed it back into her collar. Looking at the dark sky, he put his hands in his pockets and began to walk back.


    When she returned to her temporary Hotel, she saw something black on the table, as if a huge hammer had knocked heavily on her chest.


    duang！


    She felt her hands trembling slightly in her pockets and glanced at the two fools sitting aside reading the information. She asked in a slightly trembling voice, "who sent the Black Envelope on the table?" she pretended to be nothing and went to the table and picked up the black envelope.


    The two fools looked at her blankly, as if to say that they didn''t know it at all!


    In the back alley of the hotel, Cece took off the clothes of the hotel staff, took a deep breath and walked towards the alley with her head down.