Frank’s Point of View
Kris sprawled over the office table to sleep, even the abundant amount of tea was unable to resist his drowsiness, to a person like him who had not gotten any sleep for at least 3 days, some sleep was definitely beneficial.
Seems like my conversation with him had relieved a lot of the pressure and as a doctor, I was very pleased.
As I walked out of the control room with the empty cups, I saw Mike waving at me continuously. I walked over with a smile and placed the empty cup in his hand, “Was it uncomfortable to watch?”
“You were so amazing!” his eyes glowed, “you need to know that I haven’t been home for more than 24 hours and that my girlfriend thinks I am going to elope with you.”
“Oh is it?? I blinked at him, “It seems that your girlfriend knows how to better appreciate my charm.”
“Save it.” He replied nonchalantly. “But it is true that Mr Survivor really did buy your charms.”
“Of course. It is of my obligations to make an upset boy happy.” I said and walked towards the bathroom, “Don’t forget to bring another two cups of tea, this isn’t simply the finale.”
Mike retrieved the cups lazily, “Well, I am the bartender. Continue cheering up that cute little emotional boy, we are responsible for observing in the crowd."
As I exited the bathroom, I looked at Kris who was still sleeping, his disheveled golden hair against the table.
“On account of my significant contributions here, can’t you reveal some of the details originally only known by the insiders.” I said beside David, his rould and bald head somehow refrained me from being serious.
“Look, Frank, if the dead speaks, it would be a really frightening thing. Without any professional training, I’m afraid your heart won’t be able to take it.” He said.
“I will be responsible for my heart,” I said, “I have the best heart medications.”
“Really? What brand is it?” He laughed and looked at me.
I watched him helpless and whipped out a bottle of pills from my black pouch, “I don’t usually have the habit of revealing my personal health issues to any colleagues …. And moreover, I am not in the (police) business."
David looked at the bottle of pills and pondered, “This seems to be a very popular brand.”
“Do not question my taste.” I said, “I have never consumed popular brands, things including the police.”
“Oh, this may not be a good habit.” David said, “You might die miserably.”
“What, has your heart started malfunctioning from all the shock you've received in a day?” I asked, “I thought heart attack came as a habit to you people.”
“Frank,” David held onto that small bottle of pills in curiosity and looked at me, “If one day I find out that you are a part-time magician, I would definitely have you arrested.”
“Oh is it, shall I request to be locked up with that little kid then?” I laughed and asked.
“How?” He jabbed me with his arm, “You actually have a rather unusual hobby.”
“Look at all your dirty thoughts,”I smiled, “I am just carrying on with my work that’s all, something you people forceful people wouldn’t understand ….... oriental magic.”
I turned and left for the control room.
I opened the door to disturb Kris from his dreams, I mean, if it was actually a good dream.
“I’m sorry,” I used my feet to close the door, “for interrupting your sweet dreams.
Kris seemed to be pondering over a decision before giving me a cold laughter, I guessed he meant to say his dreams weren’t that of fairytale stories.
“Are you hungry?” I asked, “If you don’t mind, I would like to recommend the seafood noodles here, although it isn’t authentic, it does have it’s specialties after all.”
“It’s fine, I’m not hungry.” He said and used his hand to fix his disheveled hair.
“Alright then.” I smiled, “It’s up to you.”
His faced seemed a little too pale for an Asian, his facial features and chin looked as well shaped and slim as though it was carved. However, he had an amazingly dashing pair of eyes, as he looked at people it was as though there was a layer of mist covering.
“Do you know many things I am unaware of?” He suddenly asked.
“Example?” I looked at him.
“Example..... Things like apart from me, in this federal bureau right now ….” He said, “are there other people from our group?”
“Dead people?” I couldn’t figure out his intention so I resorted to choosing the words I spoke carefully.
His moving pupils seemed to reflect a lost emotion, seemingly selecting the words he said as well, “All ….... are dead?”
“You are clueless yourself?” I looked at him, thinking to myself about the peculiar expressions and highly protective information rules Mike and David were talking about that did not used to exist before.
“I am just a doctor, but I think …...... if you afford to help them, I mean the police, they would do their best to help you as well.”
That pair of beautiful eyes seemed to be covered with a thicker layer of mist, receding into an ever darker shadow.
