In the Sunya Sea, somewhere in the sea, the ancient sailing ship chasing the “listener” has left the Rhodes Islands. “Navigator” Alger Wilson was worried
about the error of the mechanical wall clock, and entered the captain’s room a full half an hour earlier, so as not to be seen by his men in a sudden situation. There was a glass of almost
transparent spirits in front of him, and the rich aroma penetrated into his nostrils. Thinking of the upcoming party, thinking of the boundless gray mist in the hotel corridor and the
mysterious fool sitting in the middle of the mist, Alger shuddered once again. He picked up the wine glass, drank it in one gulp, and eased the feeling in his heart with the fire line that
burned his throat. Soon, he regained his composure, still so calm and calm. s: It’s Monday again, and there will be a change in the early morning. Chapter 93: The new diary (first more
recommended) Above the gray fog, huge stone pillars support a magnificent temple. Two clusters of deep red suddenly appeared beside the old and mottled long bronze table, blurring and
stretching into an illusory figure.