When Jay heard the same music melody played on the computer screen in front of him for the third time, the video call request sent to Kara was finally passed, and Kara's delicate snow-white face immediately appeared on the other end of the screen, her cheeks white. The red and gold eyelashes look extra clear under the high-resolution camera.
Jay could faintly tell that she seemed to be wearing a little makeup, and maybe that's why she let Jay listen to the repeated music melody three times before connecting to the video. After thinking a little bit about Carla's fast-paced makeup scene from the moment he sent the communication request to the moment when he heard it, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"You didn't say hello in advance, and suddenly you are going to send a video request." Kara was still sorting her blonde hair as she spoke, "I wasn't ready at all."
"What are you going to do, you look good as usual," Jay said, suddenly grinning, "and I want to see those pajamas."
Kara's cheeks warmed: "Okay, I'll hang up immediately if I mention this again. Don't expect me to return you another message before Christmas."
"Okay, I was wrong, it's not enough to admit my mistake." Jay expressed his sincerity.
"That's a good thing." After a pause, she turned to ask, "Are you in a hotel suite now?"
"Yeah, Dad and Mom are next doors, and I hear them bickering right now." Jay shrugged helplessly, "They haven't stopped much since they got off the plane. Dad's in the gift shop at the airport. Found a mug that he couldn't put down and wanted to buy anything. But mom thinks he has too many mugs in his cupboard, and the price on it may be a little expensive, so...you know ."
Carla laughed "giggling" and asked, "And then? Did Mr. Reynolds end up buying that cup?"
"At that time? No." Jay laughed. "But then he found a chance to sneak back and bought it back by himself."
Carla couldn't help laughing. "Ha, what about Mrs. Reynolds? Didn't she notice?"
"Of course I found it, but Dad has already bought it. What else can I do? But they quarreled about it for a long time before it stopped."
"Sounds interesting," Carla said, with a distressed sigh. "If only I could go with you. And then? Did you have anything interesting on the way?"
Jay thought for a moment: "It's just going around, you know, that's what travel is all about - going from one attraction to another... oh yeah, it was fun when it came to boating. ."
"Rowing? Can you row?"
"No, generally I prefer to fly," Jay admitted, "so that project... not very smooth."
Speaking of which, he recalled the scene during the day, and the corners of his mouth could not help hooking up: "The three of us each held an oar, and each of us rowed hard in the water, and the white waves splashed everywhere. But the boat just kept spinning in place, not even moving a centimeter."
"Sun and Moon"
Carla laughed from ear to ear: "Sounds embarrassing."
"It looked pretty embarrassing, and we spun around for a while," Jay laughed, "but in the end, it moved forward, and the snails on the shore could overtake our car. "
"That sounds interesting," she said, sighing. "Unfortunately, while you guys are having fun on the boat, I'm probably still listening to Ms. Grant's cookie-cutter chatter. But the good thing is, I'm getting used to it now. If one day I didn't hear her complain, I would be at a loss."
"Hey, there's still a chance," Jay comforted. "We can find a chance, just you and me, the two of us."
"Where to?"
"Wherever you want to go, I will accompany you wherever you want."
"Like on the moon?"
"Okay," Jay agreed neatly. "On the moon, or how about we go there for Valentine's Day in a few months?"
"Like a good idea."
The two looked at each other and laughed for a while, and Kara couldn't help but sigh: "Home...it's so nice."
Knowing that she was in love, Jay thought of his hometown, which was already a wasteland, so he comforted her softly, "Hey, you know, you can always treat us as your family whenever you want. My dad and old man Moms like you very much, they treat you like their own daughter."
"I know." Carla lowered her head slightly, "Thank you."
"By the way... It seems that Helena has said similar things recently, about family." Jay held his chin in thought.
"Who? Huntress?"
Recalling the slightly embarrassing omission when he set off, Jay can't help but smile bitterly: "Yeah, we only found out when we were leaving that we were late and there were none left when we wanted to. So... So I asked her if she could do me a favor."
"Seriously? Did you ask Helena Wayne to book your flight? What did she say?"
"Trained me hard, and threatened to ignore me next time if I bothered her with this kind of thing again." Jay was helpless, "but in the end, she arranged for me a private jet with a suite and entertainment area. The kind - that's probably the best one I've ever seen."
"Hmm... that sounds like 'Wayne'," Carla groaned. "It's a surprise that she helped you in the end."
"Yeah, it's a surprise," Jay said. "I don't think I can say how much I know her, because after all...she's a huntress, you know. But she told me at the time. , my family, and my current life, don't take these for granted. She said I should know how to cherish these."
"She said that?" Carla mused, "Maybe... maybe she's just thinking about her own life. After all... you know, her family isn't a role model of the year. "I've also had a few short-lived collaborations with Huntress, and from what I know about her, I don't think she's the type to have a lot of friends."
"As you can imagine, every time I'm with her, I can't help but feel nervous and uncomfortable." Jay scratched his head, "How do you say it? In fact, after a little understanding, you will find that Helena is a very good person. Man, she's just hard to get along with. And she makes me feel like she's always busy saving the world, never stopping for a little while like it's all part of her life." After a pause, he said: "I'll bet she's out of nowhere in the world right now, dealing with terrorists, looking for top-secret objects or something because that's just like her daily routine."
If someone had made this bet with Jay, that person would have lost a hell of a lot. While Jay's side is enjoying a rare family excursion, the quest on the Huntress's side has grown to an even more chaotic point.
The thick fog roamed recklessly on the small island of Cortland, and in the past few hours, instead of abating, it had intensified. The white fog began to spread from the town to the dense forest everywhere, and in a short time, it almost enveloped the entire island. The water droplets condensed in the air reduced the visibility of the island to an extremely low level, and each towering ancient tree only exposed half of its sturdy torso, burying its leafy trunk in the mist.
Helena and Sisko left town and groped east of the island into the jungle. Along the way, they did not encounter the kind of demonic creatures they encountered in the town before but unexpectedly found a new group of players involved in the disputes on the island - the cult known as the 'Cult' organize.
The two found three groups of sentries guarded by the believers in sackcloth cloaks in the forest to the east. They seemed to be controlling the wind. From the distribution point of view, it was estimated that their headquarters was deep in this jungle. Helena tried to interrogate a believer she disarmed about their purpose on the island, but the guy would rather swallow cyanide in his teeth than utter a word. Helena is helpless - only this cult that firmly believes in false beliefs to the level of brainwashing is the most difficult to find out what content, even if it can be done, it will take a lot of time, and unfortunately time is what they lack now a thing.
The purpose of the "Cult" appearing on this island, and what kind of connection they have with that diabolical creature is still unknown, but the addition of this new group of players has certainly made The situation on the small island more complicated.
And things continue to develop in a more complicated direction.
Helena suddenly pulled Sisko, who had been chattering to relieve tension, into the bushes as she approached a dirt path, and put her finger on his lips to signal him to be quiet. Two streaks of white light pierced through the thick fog and brought the hum of heavy-duty truck engines.
Fog lights help truck drivers better identify the road in this ghastly weather, but they also make trucks the most visible target in the fog. The sound of the engine came to a stop just a few meters away from them by chance, and the penetrating fog lights pinpointed its location exactly, which was a godsend. Helena lowered her body to hide in the bushes, her fingers touched the hidden grid of her belt, and she tiptoed towards the direction of the car.
However, when the car came into her field of vision, she was stunned and did not make a move.
Due to the influence of the fog, she couldn't see anything clearly but the S. Still, she saw a squatting human figure on the roof cockpit, with a muscular dark athletic body, with his arms high and a long knife drawn from behind. The shadow of death approached the unsuspecting driver in the cockpit.