Vol 8 Chapter 53: Maybe I owe you

Booker dreamed of his detective office again. This place is old and dull, the ancient sunlight is silent here, and all the colors are dull and speechless.
Someone was knocking on the door frantically, "Mr. DeWitt! Mr. DeWitt! Bring that girl to us! The debt is written off!"
Elizabeth in the dream leaned against the narrow table by the wall and rehearsed in a low voice: "Bring that girl to us, and the debt will be written off." She looked down and did not look up at Booker, just like a small animal for sale.
The good-tempered Mr. Booker immediately became very angry. He yelled at the door: "Are you sick! Are you sick! I can buy New York, who I owe money! You! How much do you want to be straightforward? Ten thousand dollars? One hundred thousand dollars? One million? I will give as much as you want!"
The people outside the door suddenly fell silent, and the atmosphere was a bit embarrassing for a while.
Booker took two breaths angrily. He saw Elizabeth next to him, and immediately squeezed out a kind smile, "Don't be afraid, I will take you out of Colombia..."
The man was knocking again, "Open the door! Open the door! Mr. DeWitt!"
Booker watched Elizabeth frown, and he didn't know how to persuade him. The person in the dream did not have the ability to reflect. Mr. Booker did whatever he thought of. He patted the the head, then drew his pistol and walked to the door.
"Don't let me catch you, let me catch you, you have good fruit!" Booker DeWitt cursed in a low voice.
Open the door.
A cold white light.
Then the light faded, the sun shone on his cheeks, Booker squinted his eyes and coughed violently. Someone was pressing on his chest to help him choke out the water in his lungs. Booker felt that he was suffocating.
There was the sound of waves in her ears, and the worried Elizabeth in front of him saw him wake up, her eyebrows curled, and she smiled relaxedly, "Hoo! You are finally awake."
"Where is this? We won't fall into the Atlantic anymore..."
"This is Battleship Bay! Hey, did you hear that?"
Booker felt the water in his ear canal gurgling out, the sound of the waves became clear, there was the sound of seagulls, and there was cheerful music.
Elizabeth stroked her neckline in surprise, her eyes narrowed with a smile, her sea-blue eyeballs shining brightly, "It's music! Oh, Mr. Booker, can I..."
"Go, let me lie down for a while."
Elizabeth talked softly and politely, but she was pleasantly surprised and incoherent, "Okay, I won't be going for too long, I will go back, sir."
"Booker DeWitt, my name is Booker DeWitt."
"Of course, Mr. Booker!" Elizabeth had already ran to find music quickly, her cheerful reply was left behind by her.
Booker squinted his eyes and lay on the beach, thinking of the terrible transformed monster, Nightingale, like a nightmare, but fortunately got rid of him. Colombia is too dangerous to stay and must find a way to escape as soon as possible.
Booker, who had just struggled on the verge of death, was actually not afraid of anything. He sighed slowly, thinking that the sun is good now, so let's get some sun for a while. So he really basked in the sun like a tourist. He was still wearing a police uniform. He was wet. Booker checked his supplies and equipment. Except for the photo of Elizabeth, everything else was still there. , But the dollar bills in his pocket were soaked and mixed together, and the Mauser gun was in very bad condition, and it seemed that it could not be fired.
He took off his clothes and put them on the beach to dry, leaving only a pair of white shorts on his body. His thighs, calves and back, arms, palms, and back of his head were all covered with gravel.
This is Battleship Bay, a resort beach in Colombia.
Booker breathed a sigh of relief. He thought he had fallen into the Atlantic Ocean... Thinking about it sensibly, it is actually impossible. Colombia floats at an altitude of 20,000 feet. If it falls into the Atlantic Ocean, it will take a while, and they will definitely fall. Into a paste. This is the sea in Colombia, the sea in the sky.
In fact, it is not as big as the first impression. The beach is very narrow and the sea surface, according to the roadside video, the sea water of Battleship Bay is a circulatory system. At the edge of the sea, the water will fall. Booker guessed that these water streams would fall into the collection tank and then be pumped up again by the pump.
Really extravagant project.
Colombia has reasons to be proud. Who can think of a sea floating in the sky?
Speaking of this city, there are many secrets to explore, but Booker does not intend to continue playing this dangerous game. Elizabeth’s departure will eventually lead to the fall of the Sky City. There is no doubt that if anyone wants to prevent Booker from achieving this goal , Then he will fight back with a bullet without mercy.
Now he has enough rest. At least the bottoms have been dried. Booker puts on his damp police coat and trousers. He puts on his hat, and most importantly, gloves. Put away his belongings. I hope the shops here will accept wet ones. Dollar, he wanted to change his outfit. This set of dog skin made him uncomfortable.
There are no ready-to-wear shops on the beach. People greeted Elizabeth respectfully and indifferently while Booker followed the music to find Elizabeth. Booker smiled, but not much.
The beach was divided into two blocks, and when Booker found Elizabeth, she danced to the music among the crowd in the viewing platform. Beautiful and lovely young girl, her dance is exceptionally wonderful, so that the crowds around her are inflated, the fiddler and pianist repeat simple melody, but Elizabeth's figure and style are more beautiful than symphony.
Mr. Booker DeWitt never liked dancing~EbookFREE.me~ and never liked watching others dance, but he liked the cheerful and lively appearance of Elizabeth.
She had already forgotten the corpse. In the fast kicking and slalom, she only saw the sky and the sea. In the sunny afternoon, everything on the beach was flooded with light. The clouds and gravel seemed to be burning brightly. The cheeks and body are blurred and pulled into a beating phantom. Booker didn't know what kind of peculiar fantasies would flow in her head, but he was not in a hurry to interrupt the girl's dance.
When Elizabeth was tired from jumping, Booker had changed himself into casual clothes. He sat on the newly bought suitcase and clamped the police uniform under his arm. "Hey! Look here!"
Elizabeth’s cheeks flushed due to exercise, and her eyes were brighter than the noon sun’s sea. There was also a mist of water. She smiled so that she showed clean and dense teeth. This smile became Booker in the afternoon and remembered forever. Fresh fantasy.
"Oh, Mr. Booker, it's amazing here, do you want to go dancing with me?"
"No, take a break and cool down with some ice milk." Booker prepared a drink in advance, and Elizabeth thanked him in surprise.
Booker watched her slowly finish drinking with her cup, and turned her gaze to the sea level, "I have been to a more beautiful beach than this, and when we get back to the ground, I will show you."
"Mr. Booker, why are you helping me?"
"have no idea."
Elizabeth was helpless to Booker's childish prevarication. The expression on her face seemed like a gentle female elder, but she was too young, and Booker looked amused. He stretched out his hand and squeezed Elizabeth's face. She was startled. Jumped, but did not refuse, "Seriously, I don't know, maybe I owe you."
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