The Rhyme of the Depositary

007 - SEASON 2

Aaron sat in one of the kitchen chairs. He sipped his coffee and was satisfied by the taste he enjoyed. He had not enjoyed this drink for a long time. He felt separated from the life of the world for so long.

During this time, Aaron has set himself apart from the world frenzy. He was quite comfortable living in solitude, although he was often considered a lunatic.

Some people consider him a psychopath, a killer or something. Aaron never bothered to think about someone. He lives life his way.

After a long time he lived in solitude, wait .. how long was he stuck in solitude? Ten years? Fifteen years? Twenty years? Yeah .. must have been that long. He had almost forgotten all the luxuries and conveniences offered by the world.

But after he decided to return to greet the world, he felt quite able to enjoy as well. Technology is growing fast. Aaron always felt left behind whenever he became aware of the modern world movement.

"I have suspicions of some of the people who perpetrated Anson's murder. But I can't confirm my suspicions. I can only guess."

Alice was wide. Aaron can only guess? What the fuck is all this? Alice had already relied on this man wholeheartedly and wished he could unravel all the puzzles. But what did he bring? Just a guess? If it's just a guess, Alice can do it too.

"So you can only assume?" Had Alice not trembled with this man, she would have wanted to bully and scold him. What is it that only makes assumptions?

"I can confirm Anson's death was a deliberate act. But I can only assume about the culprits."

Alice was a little surprised. The perpetrators? Does it mean that there are many people? If so, everything that happened was indeed a conspiracy. Alice was getting curious about all that.

Aaron stood up and opened the fridge. He sorted out all the food and drink in it. After getting the leftover grilled meat last night and a bottle of soda, he whistled proudly. Aaron sat back in the chair to finish the meal.

Alice just shook her head weakly. Will this be the case for the man who claims to have nine accounts in many countries?

Alice wanted to comment, but she immediately paused. Aaron's gaze was unlike a man's gaze in general. The man is more like being referred to as a psychopath. It would have been better if he hadn't provoked Aaron's emotions. Alice doesn't know what would happen if Aaron got angry. Could it be that he would kill her on the spot? It seems like that could happen.

"Can you mention who they are?" Alice asked in a soft tone.

Aaron shook his head while eating. His mouth sounded disgusting every time he chewed on the roast meat.

"They are very skilled. If I mentioned their identities, you would definitely act rashly and attack them. In the end, I will only make you die tormented. Although I actually wanted to see you die and die, but considering that you are the wife of my late friend, I inevitably had to protect your life."

Waw. Alice could only gawk. Is that a faithful statement, friend? But why did it sound so absurd in Alice's ears.

Good. Alice must think positively. At least Aaron still wants to protect his life, though his way of revealing it is a little abnormal.

"Ehm, after all, thank you Aaron."

Alice scratched her hair, feeling a little awkward. My God, Anson's friend is a psychopath. How could Anson give his own wife a hint to ask Aaron for help? Alice was afraid that she would be dragged into the old man's crazy thoughts.

"But I really want to know who they are."

Aaron nodded unconcernedly. He continued to eat and drink at the same time. Who would have thought a seventy-year-old man still had such great energy to spend and digest food in incredible portions?

"I assume the culprits are the four most influential people in the black world. They have all formed great partnerships with Anson in the past. It looks like Anson's got something to keep that's out of the question. As he decides to get out of the dark world, he becomes the party who can threaten their existence so silenced."

The transaction book. Alice was sure that was the problem. They fear that when Anson breaks away from the illicit business, the information will fall into the hands of the police or the authorities.

In the business world, there is a theory. You'll never be able to silence someone unless you make his life too. Death is the most effective way to do it.

"I have a lot of money. I can hire anyone to hunt them all down."

Personally, Alice had her own business and wealth. By marriage, he obtained the inheritance of two very influential people. Kendrick, her first husband and Anson. That was why Alice's entire treasure could be said to be extremely extraordinary. No wonder he entered the top hundred richest people on an international scale.

"But they also have the same capacity as you have. The four men were the main culprits. However, if those four people were killed and anyone could guess you were the culprit, there would be thirty other great people who would hunt you all out. At that time, the song of death will be your sleep humming. How wonderful that is. You'll die by dilolosi one by one, your son will be tortured first and his body will be left as moth food."

Alice shuddered in horror. He clearly did not want to suffer such a tragic fate. Especially if you have to imagine Axel to bear the sins.

"Oh, I was wrong, Alice. They're too good to let you die. No. gabe. They're not gonna do that. They'll definitely force you to stay alive, use you as transactional material in prostitution, poke you with drugs, make you-"

"Enough, Aaron. I get your point. You mean they have so many people as protectors that if I kill them, all of their protectors will hunt me down."

Alice no longer wanted to hear Aaron's words that only lowered her mentality. This man actually had the expertise to make people around him paranoid all of a sudden.

"good. So, are you still stupid enough to do all that?"

Alice wails. Does Aaron mean he should accept all these realities and forgive them? But it wasn't just Anson they took. Alice believes the death of her children was also theirs. As a wife and a mother, it was impossible for her to forgive them all.

"I can't forgive them, if that's what you mean." Alice said what she was.

Aaron has finished eating. He just got rid of the old plate at the end of the table. A few seconds later Alice heard the old man burp loudly. It looks like tarzan.

"Thank God they didn't mean to silence you, too, Alice. You must live and remember that gift." Aaron stood up and prepared to come out of the kitchen. Alice trailed behind with an involuntary look.

Will it just end like this? After he had come all the way to LA looking for Aaron, now the old man just left without taking any action? What the fuck is all this.

"Aaron, aren't you a friend of my late husband's?" Alice asked in a desperate tone. Tears will fall uncontrollably. His rebellious grief wanted out.

Aaron looked at it with a flat face.

Aaron took a breath, his facial expression turned serious. Alice was surprised to see Aaron could briefly strip off his abnormal disposition. Right now, Aaron's face is very paternal. Implies maturity and deep understanding.

"I know Anson's thinking. Trust me, he will never make you and your son suffer. Live well and forget all this. You will never bear the consequences if you continue this search. Be rational to face this life, Alice."

Aaron patted Alice's shoulder softly and went back by. Alice's tears had fallen without her being able to hold. For God's sake, he never wanted to meet an answer like this.

Did this year all he did was end in a stalemate? Shouldn't justice be served? If the law does not speak, then Alice wants her to punish them all. They've taken all the important things in his life? Why can't he do the same?

Alice ran desperately and held Aaron's hand from leaving. He sobbed bitterly and knelt before the old man. His face implied pain and despair. Anyone who saw it would surely be dragged along by the deep wounds that Alice suffered.

"I beg you, Aaron. I want them all to pay. Tell me what I should do. Please ...," ask Alice heartbreakingly. His body was writhing violently, as if it was not strong enough to support itself.

This life is too hard for him to live. Alice could only shed tears. Grief and pain came to him many times, as if they were old friends who met each other at all times.

Alice's tired. He doesn't want to be the only one suffering. Anson is everything. Half breath. Life's purpose. Half soul. How could he just let Anson go?

Aaron shook his legs with worry. Just this time he was confused in responding to someone's reaction. It is usually easy to refuse someone's will. But Anson's widow is really complicated. He thought for a long time before finally saying lightly. His tone returned to the way it was.

"There is one person who has the skill to kill like a demon. His identity was so secretive that people would never know how to work. If you could use that person, he could take out one by one your enemies and could make the thirty people behind them not dare to dwell.

"He's a man who works alone. Had the protectors of your enemies known you hired the killer, they would never have risked hunting you. Who wants to deal with Evil Eyes?"

Alice looked at Aaron with a hopeful face. This man's words were like fresh water that doused the aridity of his heart. Alice's hopes were slowly forming. He stood up straight, looking at Aaron with complete confidence.

"Where can I find him?"

If his identity was very secretive, wouldn't it be hard to find his whereabouts? How could Alice figure out a way to make a deal with the man? Does he have to announce himself in a daily newspaper ad about a killer search touted as Evil Eyes? Not very funny, is it?

"I know someone who knows the identity of Eyes Evil and can persuade him to bring you together. His name is Leon, the owner of the town's famous bar."

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Alice walks behind Aaron down the small hallway of the bar that leads to the private room. They had made an appointment with a man named Leon. This morning, they decided to visit him.

The bar atmosphere was empty. Early mornings like this must be all visitors and employees just ended the activity. Their days are the opposite of the routine of a normal person. If we use the night to rest, they use the day to gather stamina and fall asleep.

There are only a few people who pass by. One of them is a two-person office boy who is busy cleaning up the mess of the room. Some of the others are permanent workers tenpat this dancer, female escort and employees in.

Alice tries to ignore them all, as some are seen judging Alice's appearance blatantly. Just imagine, when other people dress up sexy when there in the bar, Alice actually wears after formal with black cloth pants. Even more strangely, it goes hand in hand with a quirky seventy-year-old man.

They were directed towards a comfortable room at the very end. Aaron entered the room leisurely. He sat in one of the chairs at the end. Alice followed Aaron's actions without much comment.

"Hey, old friend." A fat man in his forties reached out with a sparkling face. His face looks sharp.

Alice swallowed without speaking. A man as good as this turned out to be one of the dark business people. It turns out that a person's probadi is not guessed based only on his character. Physically, that man is impossible to have a cruel soul like Aaron. But who knows the true nature of people?

"After you've been busy for decades in a ramshackle cabin like a madman, you've decided to go back to modern life again? What is your inspiration? Is this woman?" The man chuckled amusedly, while Aaron only snorted impatiently.

"Hello Miss, may I know the name of a beautiful woman like you. By the way just call me Leon."

Alice smiled brightly, welcoming Leon's hand. She was lucky enough to meet such a fun person. Lucky he's not a freak like Aaron. Alice couldn't imagine having to meet a freak again.

"Alice Mallory." Alice answered briefly. She still uses the surname Anson after her husband's death a year ago.

Unexpectedly, Leon coughed loudly. Both of his eyes bulged out showing a new shock. He hurriedly rubbed his mouth and turned his gaze to Aaron.

"So she's Anson's widow, isn't she? Hey old man, what do you mean bring Anson's widow to me? Don't tell me your little brain's starting to think crazy."

Fifteen years ago, Aaron had a side business to find a night woman for Leon's business. Now she must think Alice's presence is a form of moral mischief.

"You think I'd sell it to you? Hey, the money he has is twenty times bigger than you. Why would I make her work as a night woman?"

Alice who heard their talk could only gawk in wonder. Who would have thought a weird and scary guy like Aaron could joke around too? Everyone turns out to have another side that is shown to the closest people.

"Want to, what for?" Leon asked in wonder.

"Find him with someone you call Evil Eyes. He wants to make an interesting offer."

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