Chapter 13

37. Chibwin

I was watching the ceremony, but my father pulled me back from Joe, he pulled me into the study, pulled out a few diaries from the bottom box of the bookcase, opened a few pages to show me, and I knew immediately the severity.

In 1980, when my father was young, Stonehenge was built, and after the unveiling ceremony, my father inexplicably received a request from the mysterious man who presided over the construction of Stonehenge. He begged his father and his descendants to help him guard a bracelet under Stonehenge.

Yes, a bracelet. To be sure, my father was doing the job, so he bought a gun, insisted on dropping his old job, and opened a restaurant near the attraction.

I'm sure he's suspicious of Joe. No wonder he hasn't been normal these days. I'm not too happy about him being suspicious of Joe.

"Oh, you can't hurt her!" I watched him fiddle with the pistol, disturbed.

His deep eyes stared at me: "Who knows what this woman is going to do!" Father suddenly shook his head a little excitedly, and said while pacing the room, "I don't have any evidence yet, so I won't hurt her. However, just because of this sudden ceremony, it can be speculated that she has a problem, I tell you this, I hope you will pay attention to her if I catch her and do something small..." Father gritted his teeth and said, "I won't be soft. Chindwin, Mr. Christian may be dead, but since I made a promise to protect what's under Stonehenge, I won't go back."

My father's words were sonorous. He has always been a courageous, resourceful, and trustworthy person. My father and I rarely talk to each other, and it is rare to speak to each other in the study so formally as now.

"Father, will your promise with that gentleman be handed over to me?" I read, pointing to a few lines in the diary, "and he needs the help of me and my descendants to help him guard the bracelet under the tomb at Stonehenge... …"

Father nodded firmly, then he bit his lip and said, "I'm sorry, I know how much you care about her. But..."

"No, nothing..." I closed the diary and gave it back to my father. "After the ceremony, nothing will happen, father, I assure you, Joe is not that kind of person. Digging out the magic bracelet is not a good thing, it's a monster, not a treasure, no one wants to do that!"

My father was finally persuaded by me, he pursed his lips, nodded, and said, "I hope you are right."

38. Andris

There was no new progress at Dorgon, so bored, I accepted an invitation to lunch with Chibwin, who seemed very happy.

During dessert, I received a text message from Dorgon that he had dug the tunnel from the square platform to the foundation of Stonehenge. I was very excited by the news, but I did not show it in front of Qibwen. Intuition tells me that the fewer people who know about the search for the magic bracelet at Stonehenge, the better.

It was three o'clock in the afternoon, and Dorgon texted me to tell me that he didn't find anything. I reconfirmed the latitude and longitude of the location of Stonehenge and the magic bracelet, and there was no error.

At four o'clock, while there were so many people, Chibwen was pushed by me to buy cold drinks. I got in from behind the curtain of the square stage, but even with a flashlight, I could only see the bottomless black paint. Lacquer's hole, the hole is only shoulder-width, I didn't dare to go down casually without experience in tomb-robbing, so I had to leave angrily while no one was there.

At seven o'clock in the evening, the bonfire is lit, and locals and tourists gather here, which is very lively. Chindwin and I have been swept away in the crowd, but it was a lot easier for me. Originally, he detained me like a policeman, and it was inconvenient for me to even send a text message.

As midnight approached, my lower abdomen was suddenly very painful, not only in my lower abdomen but if I felt it carefully, my whole body was full of soreness. I pulled out of the night out and thought about taking a break at a nearby coffee shop. If I hadn't met that woman again, I don't think I would be in a hurry like an impatient ant, nor would I pay attention to what the woman said after the divination.

"I'll say it again, I'll warn you again at the risk of annoying you, you have to stop what you're doing and find a more powerful wizard!" said the dark-skinned woman who called herself a witch, "otherwise, You will pay dearly for what you have done."

Facing her tone again, I felt very uncomfortable, and I sarcastically said, "Have you also read Bram Stoker's "Gypsy Prophecy"? A standard gypsy queen tone."

"Her prophecy is true!" The woman's black eyes were condensed in front of me, her eyes were sharp as if she wanted me to engrave her words in my mind. But what she said was right. I seemed to have lost a trump card in an instant, so I had to say, "That's true." To hide my embarrassment, I took a few sips of coffee and tried my best not to look the woman in the eye.

"That's true." She pursed her lips and mocked me. She patted the table and commanded in an unquestionable tone, "Stretch out your hand!" Then she added, "Right hand."

I spread my right hand on the table - I swear I've never listened to a stranger like this before.

The woman grabbed my palm, frowned and looked at it for a while, and suddenly said: "You should be ashamed, you let your mother die!" She yelled at me, "A woman full of sin, you will always be Can't enter the gate of heaven!"

I don't know what she said that irritated me, but the word "mother" really hurt my nerves. For the first time, I lost my temper on this trip. I smashed the iced coffee and the cup on the woman and shouted, "You don't understand what she did!"

This woman annoyed me for the second time. This time, however, I was distraught. If a thing is hidden in the heart for too long, and is dealt with later, it will always be more troublesome than it was at the beginning. Just like a piece of cake sitting in the cupboard and taking it out for a long time, not only will you not be able to eat it happily, but you have to deal with the moldy waste, and even, you have to use an air freshener to purify the moldy smell in the cupboard. Otherwise, just wait for it to rot, decompose, and pollute your entire room.

39. Chibwin

Joe's door was locked last night, and I only heard this morning that she took some sleeping pills last night.

I noticed she came home unhappy and looked terrible. I have no way of knowing why she is like this, because I broke up with her at the party and it made me extremely self-blame, and I should have taken care of her, even if I was just unrequited.

When she told me at breakfast that she was taking sleeping pills because of insomnia, I thought something bad must have happened to her, and it was last night. And Joe deliberately avoided this topic, as if he didn't want to say more, so I didn't ask any further.

But I have to make her happy. What should I do for the girl I like.