Blackstone Code

A normal person will never understand how uncomfortable obsessive-compulsive disorder is, so that many things must be done according to their ideas in order to not feel uncomfortable.

There was once a case of obsessive-compulsive disorder murder. It was just because the elevator attendant often saw a late employee fastening the wrong buttons, and finally couldn't help but kill the person.

The art teacher is not an obsessive-compulsive disorder, nor is she the elevator attendant, so she will never understand why the unmarked safe was detected by Fern even after she flipped it a few times.

She even memorized the overall layout in her mind before flipping it, which is also an ability that senior agents must master.

But even so, she was still discovered.

Because the contents inside the safe she restored made Fern feel uncomfortable.

If it feels uncomfortable, it means someone other than him has moved.

Only three people in the company have access to his office.

One is him, one is the deputy general manager, and the other is an art teacher.

The deputy general manager and the Green Brothers are on the same team. If he and Noel are finished, the deputy general manager will not escape the end, so it will not be him.

Then there is only one truth!

The art teacher didn't speak, just looked quietly at the cool morning scenery outside the car.

Fern did not continue to ask questions and drove back home quietly.

The two of them got out of the car and returned to the living room just like they always did.

The art teacher sat cross-legged on the sofa and turned on the TV.

The live recording of last year's World God of Gamblers Competition was played on the TV in a loop, with some escort advertisements occasionally interspersed.

That's not what she was thinking about.

Fern changed into a set of clothes and then sat on the sofa. He rolled up his sleeves. The weather was getting hotter and hotter, and coupled with his irritability, he didn't want to be tightly bound by clothes.

Neither of them spoke, but they knew they would have something to say next.

After about ten minutes, the art teacher spoke first.

She turned to look at Fern, "You know, I used to work for the FBI and then retired."

Fern nodded and said nothing.

He knew about this. He also knew that Noel had investigated the identity of the art teacher behind his back. He also investigated the identity of the art teacher himself.

People like him are actually very sensitive about their identity. He is not stupid at all and is very careful.

The art teacher's eyes stayed on his face for a while, and then continued, "I have no purpose in contacting you. I am just attracted by your artistic talent."

"You're interesting, to me."

"Your paintings will give me a lot of creative inspiration, and I am a little obsessed with those bursts of inspiration."

She picked up the cigarettes on the table, took out one, held it in her mouth, and lit it.

The thick smoke rolled into her lungs and swirled around before spitting it out. The "satisfaction" brought by the tar and the satisfaction brought by the nicotine made her feel extremely relaxed.

She flicked the ashes of her cigarette. In fact, there was no ashes to flick at this time, but she just flicked it.

"Fern, I know you, you're not a bad person."

"You are just distorted by some values ​​that you don't even know because of your living environment. You are really not a bad person."

"I can feel your love for life and your passion for life from your creations. These qualities will not appear in a bad person."

"I have wanted to chat with you many times, but I have never found a suitable opportunity. Today is actually a good opportunity."

"Fern, many security agencies in the country are now investigating you and Lynch."

"Maybe you were able to evade some investigations before, but one day, you will be caught!"

"You are different from those serial killers who were not caught. They disappeared from the world after they finished their crimes. There are no clues. As long as they don't come forward, no one will be able to find them."

"You are different. You have always been in the light and in the spotlight."

"Everything about you will be magnified by a magnifying glass, nothing can be hidden!"

"No matter how perfect a crime is, its flaws will eventually be discovered!"

"One day, you're going to have to face this big problem."

"And I am saving you."

Fern looked at her calmly, "Is this why you are curious about what is in my safe?"

The art teacher waited for a few seconds before nodding, "I want to save you. You are not bad in nature."

Fern showed some smile, "Thank you, you are the second person besides Mr. Lynch to say that I am not a bad person."

The art teacher frowned, "Lynch is more sinister and cunning than you think. He never commits crimes himself, but instructs you to do them."

"Once something happens, or he thinks you are in danger, you will face the worst possible situation."

"Many people are investigating him now, and you and Noel will definitely be implicated. You don't want anything to happen to you and Noel, right?"

The art teacher knew that Fern and Noel were very close, and that the brothers had a miserable childhood, which made their relationship become good.

The bromance between Noel and Fern is one of Fern's weaknesses.

"Fern, I'm not afraid to tell you that the military is looking for trouble with Lynch, and it will soon find trouble with you."

"You are the only one who can help you and Noel now. I need some criminal evidence related to Lynch. I will help you turn them into tainted witnesses."

"And I can guarantee you will get an amnesty, you won't go to jail, you won't lose your freedom, you won't even lose your wealth."

"All I need is criminal evidence related to Lynch, or your accusation..."

Fern raised his hand to stop the art teacher from continuing.

He took off his gold-rimmed glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

In fact, his eyes are not myopic, they are flat glasses.

The art teacher said that his image was a bit too... fierce. Wearing glasses would make him look softer, and since business now doesn't require fighting, he did so.

Wearing glasses every day actually makes the bridge of my nose uncomfortable.

He lowered his head slightly and closed his eyes, "Noel and I were abandoned as soon as we were born. You may not know that Noel and I both have six fingers."

He stretched out his hand, and it was clear that he only had five fingers, but under his guidance, the art teacher saw old wounds.

She thought it was caused by an accident, but she didn't expect it to be the sixth finger.

"When we got older everyone thought we were freaks, including those in the orphanage."

"One night Noel took me into the kitchen and chopped off the evidence that we were monsters with a knife."

"But they didn't accept us just because we didn't have a sixth finger. Instead, they thought we were monsters."

"When we were eight or nine, I forget, we were taken out of the orphanage and sent to work with our first boss."

"It was a masthead, and he would hire some child laborers from orphanages, welfare homes or families with many children to sell newspapers for him."

"You know, for people like us, he doesn't care about the punishment for doing something to us."

Fern had never told any of these things to her art teacher, so it was her first time hearing about them, and she began to sink into the story.

Fern lit a cigarette, "Noel's mind works faster than mine, but even so, we both got beaten less."

"That idiot likes to drink. After drinking, he likes to hit us for fun."

"Noel and I are in pretty good health. He can get pleasure from beating and abusing us, and he can also establish his authority."

"We stayed at his place for nine years and got beaten almost every few days."

"If other people's newspapers are not sold out, we will be beaten."

"Someone soiled the ground and we're going to get beaten."

"Even if he is happy, we still have to be beaten."

"No one ever tried to save us, and there was no hope."

He took a puff of the cigarette and exhaled it like a sigh, "That was the darkest time in my life. Sometimes I even thought it would be better if I had not been born in this world."

He laughed as he talked, "Until one day, a gentleman was sitting on a chair in an outdoor cafe on the street, and he asked me——"

"Do you have ninety-seven points?"

He couldn't help the smile on his face as he tried to recall and describe the conversation the way Lynch would have spoken.

Even though he didn't want the art teacher to see his true emotional changes, he still couldn't control his muscles and smiled from the bottom of his heart.

"His words were like sunshine shining into the darkness, giving Noel and I some hope."

"We can save three cents by exchanging change. Don't underestimate three cents."

"Every day we could save two or three yuan. Later, more people exchanged change, and sometimes we could save ten yuan a day."

"In Sabine City, more than ten years ago, an income of one or two hundred yuan a month was quite enough."

"At that time, we were thinking that in one year, when we become adults, we can go out to work independently..."

"Excuse me!" The art teacher suddenly seemed to realize something, and her voice trembled slightly, "You mean, you were providing Lynch with change at that time?"

Fern nodded without hesitation, "Yes, we provide him with a lot of change, more than you can imagine!"

The art teacher had seen Lynch's file, and she knew that Michael, a captain at the Sabine City Taxation Bureau, had tried to find evidence of Lynch's money laundering.

Later, due to some coincidences and Lynch's methods, not only did he get nothing, but he was also arrested and imprisoned.

At this time, she remembered some keywords in the case, and she couldn't help but ask, "The person who helped Old Fox launder money was Lynch, right?"

Fern nodded, "Yes, although he didn't tell us at first, Noel discovered this first."

There was another smile on Fern's face, "He originally wanted to trade directly with Mr. Fox, but Mr. Fox told him to get lost..."

As he said this, he couldn't help laughing!

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