Vol 8 Chapter 62: Where to go for **** (end of volume)

"I'm Andrew Lane, let me ask you a question: Shouldn't a person own the value he creates?
　　 "'No,' the guy from Washington said,'It belongs to the poor.'
　　 "'No,' the guy from the Vatican said,'It belongs to God.'
　　 "'No,' the guy from Moscow said,'It belongs to the people.'
　　 "I reject these answers. I choose a different answer. I choose the impossible. I choose-Ecstasy City
　　"A city where artists are no longer afraid of censorship.
　　"A city where scientists are not restricted by ethics.
　　"A city where outstanding people are not bound by ants.
　　 "You have value, Ecstasy City is your city."
　　 December 31, 1958, under the sea in the mid-Atlantic, Ecstasy City, DeWitt Office.
　　 Booker? DeWitt heard a knock on the door, "Who is outside?"
　　 "Customer." One woman replied, and three women were laughing.
　　 "It's closing!" he replied loudly.
　　 The door was still opened. Yingying Yanyan's soft voice also floated in. Booker DeWitt stayed still. When the room was drowsy, the light from outside came in. He could only see the dark silhouettes of the three women at the door, so they approached, and the three pairs of high-heeled boots came out. Scattered and tickle clicks.
　　 "What do you guys do?"
The three women, like the owner of this office, went to pull up the blinds and put the kerosene lamp on the table. Two taller women leaned against the small table by the window. , And the shorter one stepped forward.
The light on the bottom of the sea is hazy like a sunrise in the morning, and the short woman’s cheeks are facing the crisp white light, which draws a meaningful shadow of her fascinating deep facial features. Booker noticed that her eyes were blue like the sea. At this moment, the bright light against the outdoors is like two clear aquamarine diamonds with complex cut surfaces. The woman permed her fashionable curly hair, painted mature and pretty eyebrows, and wore red and beautiful lipstick. The plump lip pods were covered with enamel-like glaze, and the fine hair on her face was completely transparent, which attached to her so cute and childish. On her face, she looked like a green peach.
　　 "Take a fire, sir." The woman's eyes flickered and her eyelashes trembled as if she had something special. Her voice was also like a pure girl, raising her hand to hold the slender lady's cigarette between the big red lips.
　　 The other two women are laughing again. These three are all outstanding ladies, all dressed up as fashionable girls. Booker simply looked at the two ladies by the window, one taller and thinner, the other stronger and fitter. The thin and tall black hair has a special mark on the back of his left hand. The stronger one has gray hair and a scary scar on his face.
try{mad1('gad2');}catch(ex){}　　 The fallen Booker Dewitt slowly stood up, walked to the short woman, rubbed her fingers, and the flames ignited from his fingers.
　　 The woman grabbed his wrist and slowly pulled his fingertips closer. The orange light bounced across her face. The woman looked up at him for a moment, lowered her eyelids, and lowered her head to light the cigarette.
　　 Her fingers are cold, slender, and soft.
　　 Booker's fingers burned with flames.
　　 The faint blue smoke rises upward.
　　 Booker suddenly came back to his senses, "Ladies, is it convenient for you to reveal your name?"
　　 The short woman pointed to herself, "Elizabeth, just call me Elizabeth." Then she turned her head to look at the other two.
　　 The thin and tall woman glanced up and down at Booker, only shook her head contemptuously, while the white-haired woman smiled and replied, "Hiri, Hiri of Sintra."
　　 Booker did not know what he muttered in a low voice, and then he asked, "What's the matter?"
　　 Elizabeth smiled, "We came to Ecstasy City for leisure. By the way, come to see you."
　　 "Do you know each other?"
"Yes, of course, I know you very well. It's a pity that you have forgotten everything, haven't you?" Elizabeth frowned after taking a sip of the cigarette, and threw the cigarette away. Booker saw the cigarette butt. The bright spark flew into the shadow of the room, and then went out and disappeared.
　　 "You know this can easily cause a fire, right?"
　　 "I promise not, the garbage will always be thrown into the trash can." The women laughed again, they would always stare at the man inexplicably and laugh, in a high, mocking posture.
　　 "Well, I still don't understand your intentions. As you can see, I'm just a little detective with no relatives."
　　 Elizabeth clapped her palms, "Well, Emily, Hiri, you can go to solve Atlas and Ryan, give me and my father some personal space."
　　 The tall and thin woman simply left a "good wishes" and disappeared. The white-haired woman named Xili came forward and patted Elizabeth on the shoulder, and she also teleported out of the room.
　　 Booker was shocked by what he saw and heard, "Oh oh! Why are they...what are you talking about again?"
　　 Elizabeth narrowed her eyes, her sweet cheeks were full of danger, "Booker DeWitt, remember hurting the knee?"
　　 "Please go out!" Booker frowned. He consciously got involved in great trouble. Such neurotic customers are the hardest to deal with.
try{mad1('gad2');}catch(ex){}　　"Do you think I came to trade with you? Well, I'm tired of it, I've watched enough. After I solve you, I will Going to Paris. Let's make a long story short.
"Booker DeWitt, the Indian butcher in the Battle of the Wounded Knee River. After being baptized, he called himself Zachary Comstock, the prophet of Colombia. He traveled through time and space in search of an offspring, but was fighting for the baby. , Accidentally let the fissure cut off her head. Oh, Comstock, you changed your name and came here, thinking that you can escape your sins, cross the fissures and let your brain make A true lie...makes you think you are still Booker? DeWitt. How failed is Booker in your mind? In so many parallel worlds, there is only you as a special case. So the one who thinks he succeeded is Comstock, it was Booker DeWitt who thought he had failed. That's interesting."
　　 Booker DeWitt’s nose was bleeding, his brain hurt, and the buried past resurfaced, "Sorry, Anna..."
　　 Elizabeth sighed, "Mortal, mortal fate, God, God's will. In fact, it is no different."
　　 "Don't go, you, who are you? Why do you know this?"
　　 The woman waved her hand and the crack opened. Booker DeWitt was dragged by the powerful suction and plunged into the crack. He saw the intense light, and his body was dissolved and dissipated in the intense heat radiation of the star.
　　 "Rubbish always has its place." Elizabeth muttered to herself. She lowered her head and thought for a while, then shook her head, not caring anymore.
　　Ecstasy City was defeated by three women, the crazy social elites ushered in death, and the innocents were brought back to the surface one by one.
　　 After the incident, they returned to Lu Zongping’s bar, but they did not see him.
　　 Elizabeth asked people around him where he had gone, and an insider said, "It seems to have gone to a mountain."
　　 Another guest waved his hand, "Why is it so troublesome? I don't know at a glance."
　　 So the guests bet their eyes on the spring on the upper edge, penetrate time and space, and see a new story.
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