Chapter 7 7

The white colonial mansion on Maple Street is just Shams.One of Hannik's homes, he and his family have spent the summer on Martha's Vineyard for the past thirty years, so the house is usually empty in July and August, except for Julia. At their request, we will handle some matters related to Hannickle's art collection and charitable donations. Everyone privately calls this house the Washington Mansion, but Hannickle's home was built at the beginning of the twentieth century, much later than Washington (George Washington, 1732︱1799, America's first One term president.) There is no way that ever lived here.Although the house is an old architectural landmark of the town, and one that has remained standing since the beginning of the hamlet, only two of its outer walls are in fact still of the original design.

When it was first built in 1901, it was the largest house in the country at more than 10,000 square feet.The house had been in the center of the most elegant town of Barry Hill, but like the surrounding town it was surrounded by countless new buildings of the last century.Unlike many of the nearby homes and buildings that were demolished in pursuit of progress, the Washington House kept up with the times and was thus spared extinction.After the advent of the automobile age, people built garages one after another.This house was the first resident in town to have hot and cold water taps; in the 1960s, air conditioning, insulation and double-glazed windows were introduced, and the interior decoration here is constantly renovated, walls are remodeled, demolished and expanded; rooms are added and deleted. Subtract, merge; modern kitchens began to introduce dishwashers in 1930, as well as sub-zero refrigerators and new gas stoves.

The house is equipped with wireless broadband, satellite TV, energy-efficient heating and a multi-functional entertainment and audio-visual room, but it is rare to see the elderly Shams and his family using these devices. What most people don't know, though, is that the biggest project the town's experts and local contractors have worked on is actually the elaborately converted basement that the family calls the Dante Vault.The vault has specially strengthened concrete walls, a half-inch thick reinforced concrete roof and floor, coffered ceilings and wainscoting covered with dark walnut boards, and inlaid with delicate and exquisite trimmings. It is quite spacious and beautiful, with British style. The best aesthetics of the territory in the feudal era is like an extremely strong fortress, which is impossible for anyone to invade.

Installing a security system in the basement was Hanico's idea.Although he is considered by all to be the most generous and philanthropic of generations of misers, often anonymously gifting or lending his father's art collection; he still believes that some things are too tempting for modern man to hide .As for why, only he himself knows. Nick parked the car behind the house, took the flashlight from the seat, and used Julia's key and security card to open the heavy fire door at the back of the house.After entering the small hall, he used the Magna magnetic card to open the magnetically locked inner door.All the lights were out, the batteries for the emergency lighting had died a few hours earlier, but the security system had twenty-four backup batteries, so the magnetic card and magnetic locking systems were still operating as usual.

Nick took a general look at the situation on the first floor. The bright afternoon sun allowed people to see everything on the first floor clearly.Inside the house has all the amenities of a modern home: living room, dining room, kitchen, living room, and a separate wing with study, pool room and music room. Nick didn't go upstairs, but directly used the password pass card to open the huge and heavy basement door. White wood boards covered the three-inch thick steel door. Behind the door was a dark staircase.When Nick turned on the flashlight, he was surprised to find not only expensive green irises wallpaper on the walls, but also a thick carpet on the stairs.Nick went down fifteen steps and came across another door.But this door is different, it is made of stainless steel, and it has no handle and no hinges.He produced the oddly shaped key he had brought from Julia's purse.She had been wrong before, telling him in the not-too-distant future how the octagonal key was different, and explaining the rules of the security system that which side to use depended entirely on the date he used it.

The octagonal key can be inserted in eight different ways, but only one will allow entry; each side has a letter corresponding to a specific day of the year; if you insert it twice, you will be locked out Hours, but worse, the door behind you will also lock, trapping you inside until someone comes.The entire basement is a veritable vault. Nick keyed in Julia's social welfare card number on the keyboard below the card reader, swiped the Magna magnetic card three times, then inserted it with the D side as Julia did, then turned the key, and the door opened quietly. The first thing Nick saw was a space like a museum hall. In the center was a table with a display case. The light from the flashlight was refracted from the other side of the transparent glass. There was obviously a circular hole cut in the center of the glass case.This glass case must have contained those antique weapons that Julia was talking about, and it was empty now.

What surprised him the most was the painting of water lilies hanging on the wall.Needless to say, it is known who wrote it. Whether it is the obvious brushstrokes or the hazy flowers on the water, they all have a strong impressionist style.Its beauty is incomparable, and it is quite striking, looking down like an albatross over the cracked glass.Although the prices of those stolen antique weapons are astonishing, they are nothing compared to Monet's masterpiece.A sister work of this painting was recently sold for a whopping $80 million. After walking around the basement, he found several conference rooms, art restoration rooms, and moisture-proof storage rooms filled with hundreds of crates with return and mail addresses for the world's leading museums. .There are Smithsonian Research Center, New York Metropolitan Museum, Louvre Museum, Vatican Palace.Who knows what else was in the other crates.

Shams' elegant private office lacks personal touches and feels underused, though it's clearly missing a photo or memento. Standing at his desk, Nick found a strange six-by-six-inch square box topped with a half-moon-shaped red dome.He has also seen this thing on the wall with Monet's oil painting and in the corridor near this office. He thought it was something related to security, but now he understands that it was put there by thieves to disable the camera monitor. instrument. Nick wanted to learn more about Shams, so he shone a flashlight around the room and at the desktop computer, and saw that the wall shelves were filled with encyclopedias, philosophical and religious books, Dante's Divine Comedy, the world Papers related to hunger and poverty.

He turned and opened the drawers of the bookcase to find a row of badges and medals of honor, medals and certificates of appreciation.These were not like the ones Nick had stashed in his study, these were not athletic medals, but awards for real virtue and good deeds, far more important than hockey and swimming championships.UNICEF, Wildlife Trust, Habitat for Humanity, Doctors Without Borders, and Save the Environment have all given top honors to Hannikle. Nick had never met this man before, but with just such a glimpse, he could better understand his personality.The man, who did good in silence, chose to hide the medals from viewing.

Nick shone a few times on the windowless room with his flashlight, and was about to leave when the light suddenly hit a crack in the wall.He reached for the dark walnut boards and found cracks in the boards.Such a small flaw in such a well-decorated place should not be accepted by the owner.Nick pressed his palm flat against the wall, and with a slight push, the hinges clicked slightly, and the door opened inward.It was a narrow secret door without any handle, and when it opened, it revealed a small room eight feet square. It was completely undecorated, no care was taken to cover the rough concrete walls, and only three simple lights came from the inside. The ceiling hung down, but it was dead like the other lights; another box with a red semicircular top was fixed to the wall, and the two objects in the center of the room were as cold and hard as this one.These two Harris safes built in 1948 have turntables and bronze handles in the center. The length, width and height are four feet each. The boxes seem to weigh more than a thousand pounds, but the weight is not so that people dare not move It's not, but because it's anchored to the floor, and probably also embedded in the granite foundation.The two safes looked identical on the outside, except for one difference: the door on the right was open, and the three-foot-wide interior was covered with black felt, as if to protect the contents previously stored inside from damage.This safe has been ransacked.

The antique weapons made of gold and silver and the jewels on them are all very valuable, worth millions on the black market, but this is only the tip of the iceberg of his wealth.Monet's famous paintings worth 80 million are hanging on the wall. Although the exquisite artworks in the warehouse are comparable to museums, the other party prefers the things in the Harris safe.Today, the safe is empty. While it's possible that it contained diamonds, Nick suspects something of higher value was stolen, something even Julia didn't know existed.That's why Shams would want to hide the item in a vault-like basement, hidden in a secret wall behind the chamber, in a four-foot-by-steel safe. Hey.Marcus greets Nick as he opens the door.Marcus was wearing a pinstriped gray suit, his trousers were pressed, his shirt was starched so there was no wrinkle, and his blue Hermès tie was well-tied. Are you here to borrow sugar or electricity?The sound of motors hummed behind him.I told you earlier about installing a generator. I need your help.Nick entered the marble foyer and spoke at once. no problem!At least you're finally willing to admit it.Marcus smiled. Do you know anyone who can help with license plate numbers? Martin of the Department of Motor Vehicles.Scars.Marcus turned serious, and he could see that Nick wasn't in the mood for a joke.He has always been very good, and my company's legal department knows him very well.What's wrong?Did you get another ticket?Nick shook his head, not finding the joke funny. Marcus led the way into his study, and sat down on a high-backed chair opposite the desk.Nick sat across from him. Marcus had a sad look on his face as he sat back.You look tired, are you okay?Nick asked. I just got off the phone with people in the office not too long ago, you won't believe what's going on, I hired a young man named Jason 6 months ago.Serita, he went to the hockey game with us in March, remember?Marcus paused, shaking his head.He's on flight 502. I regret.Nick said. He is very young and has two children.This is simply a child with a child.He was going to Boston to look at a company we were going to buy, and now he's dead.I felt as if I was pushing him to a dead end. You know that's not the case.You couldn't have known this was going to happen. Yeah?He was going to meet the owner of Harris Skis and I mentioned to Jason that I grew up loving their ski products and I said I would love to own the company; such a solid company is fantastic Invest, it's sure to be a lot of fun testing out their products, and their product endorsers are adorable too.He's a nice young man, and he always thought it would help his career to do things that please me.He paused.May he rest in peace. My condolences to him, but don't be too hard on yourself. How would you feel if someone went on a business trip to help you earn money, only to die on the way?Marcus said he was clearly angry with himself. Julia was supposed to be on that flight too.Nick said. Are you kidding me?Marcus was taken aback, and his tone turned to sympathy.Then why didn't she get on that plane? She has sat on. Marcus looked at him puzzled. But she was called down again before the plane took off.Nick still couldn't get used to the ironic surprise.One of her clients got robbed, so she got off the plane to deal with it.Nick said. Can not believe it. That's why I'm here, Nick pauses.When she got off that plane, she was murdered.Marcus sat up straight in horror. Those robbers killed her. Marcus scratched his bald head, his eyes were dull and his expression was frightened.Alas, Nick.Marcus leaned forward sympathetically. Nick reached out and interrupted Marcus.do you trust me What?Marcus looked confused. do you trust me Is there even a question?What exactly is going on? Would you believe me if I told you something pretty crazy, something that no one in the world would believe and that defies all logic and reason? if you want to tell me something like this What if this is the key to saving Julia? Marcus suddenly looked serious. Nick reached into his pocket, took out the pocket watch, and lifted the gold cover. The reflection of the silver inside illuminated the room.He handed the pocket watch to Marcus. Fugit inreparabile tempus.Marcus read the lettering on the watch.Time flies, gone forever.This is the Roman poet Virgil. The greatest Latin poet, born in the Andes near Mantua. He studied rhetoric and philosophy in Rome, and later became a court poet under the patronage of Mecenas. The pastoral became famous.) written, this sentence is excerpted from his poem. Nick took out the letter, opened it and handed it to Marcus.Marcus put the pocket watch on the table, leaned against the back of the chair and began to read. He read it twice before looking up at him. The two looked at each other, speechless for a moment. Julia will be killed at six forty-two tonight.Nick struggled to hold back his emotions.The only way I can save her is to find the murderer and stop him. Marcus was inexplicably horrified, staring blankly at his delirious friend. Nick took out his phone, opened it, and found the photo of Julia's body lying on the floor.He once regretted taking this photo quite a lot, thinking that it would offend her dignity and soul.It felt like he was the one pulling the trigger.But he knew that this was the easiest and clearest way to convince Marcus.When he handed the phone to his friend, he deliberately avoided his eyes. Marcus stared at the photo, not sure what he was seeing.It took him a while to realize.What's going on? Nick said nothing. Max got closer and looked at the photo carefully, feeling grief and nausea at the same time.His breathing became rapid as he watched the remaining half of Julia's face fill the phone screen. What the hell did you do?Marcus' emotions exploded. Nick was silent, just showing heartbroken eyes. Marcus rushed out of the room without thinking, opened the door of his house, ran across the lawn quickly, and ran to Nick's house as hard as he could.But he stopped suddenly, and almost fell backward because of the suddenness. Do you like running in a suit so much?Marcus.Julia screamed, the summer breeze blowing through her flowing blond hair. She was standing in the driveway, opening the trunk of her black Lexus and pulling out a canvas bag. Marcus bent over, put his hands on his knees, and gasped for breath.For a moment, he couldn't comprehend what he saw. Julia, he asked, panting: Are you all right? I'm fine, Julia replied with a smile.She put down her bag and walked to Marcus.But you, why do you look like a ghost? Nick says is he with youJulia looked towards Marcus' room.He rushed out so fast, did he scare you? Marcus straightened up as Julia approached him; he looked at her as if he had really seen the devil.The photo on Nick's phone made him flustered, but the photo was too real, so seeing her standing here well, even though the temperature outside was as high as 30 degrees Celsius, the picture in his memory still made his spine shudder A chill. Marcus, you don't look right.Julia half-jokingly said: Shall I get you some drinks? Marcus shook his head. All right!Then would you like to explain why you ran so fast just now? Because Marcus couldn't speak for a while, and he couldn't say what he saw on Nick's phone two minutes ago. You know the thing about me almost dying? Marcus was taken aback, not knowing exactly what she was referring to. I still can't accept the fact that those people are dead.The plane actually fell from the sky.Her tone was rather somber.I am so lucky to be alive.I now enjoy every breath I take and never take life for granted again.I can't help but think that somewhere in the world, fate is in charge.Marcus, I literally almost died today. When Marcus walked back to the study, it was as if he had just been punched.He stood there for a while, trying to regain his composure. Is this some stupid bad joke?Marcus scolded angrily, his chest puffed up with anger.Don't play me like this. Nick sat on the leather chair, stared at his friend, shook his head and said: I would never joke about this kind of thing.Marcus sat slumped in the high-backed chair in front of the table, exhausted by the strong ups and downs of emotions.Nick looked around, and he could tell Marcus was thinking.Marcus closed his eyes and leaned back on the chair. You're asking too much of me, and it really takes a lot of confidence, Nick. I know, Nick whispered.beseeching his friend with his eyes.I'm sorry to involve you in this, but you're the only person I can trust and I know you're the only person who won't think I'm crazy when I say this. Have you seen me in the future? Yes, after a few hours.Nick nodded.You sit next to me and they say I killed Julia and you defend me. OMG!Marcus rubbed his temples with his hands, as if trying to keep his head from exploding. It's just crazy. I know.Nick nodded. How does this thing work? I can't explain it.Nick said softly: All this may be just a nightmare, but I know that if I don't find the murderer, she will die. So what do you do when you find him? I don't care what the consequences are. You didn't answer my question.Marcus said. You know exactly what I'm going to do. What if there was more than one murderer? Nick looked at him intently.Then I'll kill them all. Marcus walked to the bar inside the copper railing, took two Tiffany's crystal wine glasses from the shelf, and poured two glasses of John Walker Blue Label whiskey.Walking back, he took one of the glasses to Nick.I don't know how you feel right now, but I need a drink to calm myself down. Thanks.Nick tilted his wine glass slightly to express his thanks to Marcus.I need to find the killer who pulled the trigger.Nick said. If you take her away, away from Barricho, she won't be home when the shooter comes. That's right, I told her to leave an hour and a half ago, but this still couldn't stop those people from chasing and killing her.Julia missed the flight, and although she escaped death for a while, she was killed that night.Who is sure that if I take her away now, those people will not come to kill her again?While I still have the means and time, I must find the murderer, I still can't figure it out.Marcus said. Believe me, I've been with this thing for hours and I still can't get my hands on it.Nick said: "Everything I do has consequences for the future and I've seen some of the consequences before.I came here to tell you all this, and in fact changed the future that I couldn't foresee. Because I tell you what's going to happen, three hours later, you won't stop me from going back to my house, trying to find out who killed Julia; three and a half hours later, you won't see me sitting Next to her dead body; four hours later, you won't take me back to your house and give me a whiskey as a friend.Nick raised his glass. We were sitting in this room before and you called up your friend Mitch.Shirov, said he is the best lawyer, but he will be late.Besides, he owed you a thousand dollars last night when he bet on the Yankees. Marcus looked at Nick in shock, as if he had just performed a miracle.It's crazy that I haven't told anyone about that yet. Now you will change everything. Nick, Marcus watched his buddy.But some things won't change, and I'll still do those things for you. No you won't.Nick said. I can No, you won't, you won't be here, because I want you to take Julia out of here, as far away as possible.Don't let her out of your sight. I thought you had tried that, you said she was leaving in an hour. I did try, she drove away at 5:59 but if you go with her, if she leaves here with you at this hour instead of an hour and a half later, someone can take care She, so she is much safer. You know, I would do anything for the two of you. I know.Nick nodded, expressing endless gratitude. I have a friend named Ben.Tyler, you know what?I think we'll just go find him.Julia will be safe and sound in the home of a former officer. great. How do I know when it's safe? I will find you. What if I don't hear from you? Then go to the police, because that means I'm dead. Nick explained everything to Marcus, telling him what happened to him every hour of the past, and he told him what information he had, from the St. Christopher medal to the blue Chevy, from the bullets flying across Julia's office to him. Just saw everything at Hannickle's. I ask you a question.Marcus says: Some weird text at the bottom of the letter Nick took out the letter and looked at the strange symbol below. I don't understand what that means.Nick said. I've never seen this kind of writing before. I haven't seen that either, but I don't have time to worry about that. What happened to you afterwards?Marcus asked. They arrested me for her murder. Omg this is ridiculous. That's what you said when they came here to arrest me.Nick pointed to the study. you were arrestedMarcus couldn't believe it.right here? You nearly knocked the detectives out trying to stop them.Nick smiled and said: I haven't thanked you yet! You're welcome.Confused, Marcus said: "I think this is really crazy. They kicked down your door. which door?Marcus gritted his teeth. In fact, there are two doors.Nick said apologetically: the gate and the study. Damn it, those two doors are expensive. Still, you should be glad to know that the Yankees beat the Red Sox again. That Mitch owes me another thousand dollars.I should call him now to increase the bet and double the bet, otherwise we won't talk about it. Jeter hit a grand slam home run in the bottom of the ninth to give the Red Sox a 6-5 win. Then I must call him. Nick smiled, but the smile faded quickly, and he handed Marcus a piece of paper.I've found the killer's license plate. Nick, Marcus tried to say in the most rational tone in this illogical situation: Leave this to the police! Tell them to investigate a murder that hasn't happened yet? You can't just wander around with this.Call the police! I've called and they can't help.Nick took a deep breath.Every cop in town went to the crash site and no one came to deal with her before she was killed. Then you should show them the pictures on your phone. They'll lock me up like I'm crazy, and she'll still die. Nick took his pocket watch from the table and checked the time: four thirty.Please, help me track down the owner of this license plate number, I'm running out of time. Marcus looked at Nick with sympathy, and he picked up the paper to make a call.Helen?He continued without waiting for her answer.I want you to call Nancy, Jim, Kevin, George, Shane, Kathy, Jack, and Steve to the conference room right away, it's an emergency. Can I borrow your computer?Nick asked in a low voice. Marcus nodded, and Nick sat in front of three screens, each with financial statements, stock tickers, and news reports. Using the one in the middle, Marcus walked out of the study after finishing speaking, with the phone close to his ear.i need these things Nick put the PDA in front of the computer, and used Marcus' infrared transmitter to transfer the files to the computer.As before, six files popped up on the screen. He quickly jumped to the second file, and several video images appeared on the screen, without sound, it felt like some kind of cheap student video.Nick clicked the mouse to highlight the file and zoom in on the screen. He focused on the enlarged steel door. He quickly turned to the screen of the door slowly opening. After the door opened, the dark-haired man appears, he freezes the film. He pressed the following print key and pulled out the blurry but recognizable picture from the printer.The man was skinny, dressed in patterned white cotton fir, with haggard cheeks and eyes hidden under the glasses. Nick looked carefully at the printed image, and went back to the screen of the original video, but couldn't see anything on the collar of the man's shirt.Nick reached into his pocket and took out the St Christopher's Medal to check its length and found that it would hang down at least below the man's second button. Nick pressed play and watched the video for a few more seconds until it turned white.He quickly spun through the still white screen for twenty minutes, and finally the file ended. He looked down the third file and found the bedroom and living room, and after fast-forwarding, he found that there was no movement in the entire twenty-minute segment.In the fourth and fifth files, he saw places he recognized, safes and storage rooms, and surveillance footage of corridors and conference rooms.These images continuously cycle through the display case that has not been cut, Hannikle's office, and the steel safe. The safe doors are securely locked.Then, the clock on the screen started from 11:15, and both files became blank. Nick pressed the sixth and final file, but he hit a snag.A window pops up saying the file cannot be recognized.He checked it again and refilled it from the PDA just as Marcus was walking back to the study. It appears to be an encrypted file.Marcus looks at the screen over Nick's shoulder.It is likely that only certain people can open it. Nick took out his pocket watch and checked the time.There are only ten minutes left in the hour.What he found from these files was not as much as he expected. What information did you find?Marcus asked. not much.Nick shows Marcus a picture of the man.It appeared that the robbery had begun at fifteen past eleven. All right!Marcus said while studying the photos: You have at least found a face, which is a good start. If I had a month, this would be pretty good progress, but I only have a few hours left. You may only find one face, but I found more information.Marcus read the fax in his hand.This Chevrolet is leased. Damn it!Nick shook his head. Take it easy, after Marcus read the fax, he handed Nick a photo of a square-faced man with his blond hair brushed back. Judging by the width of his shirt collar and tie, it was an old photo, at least twenty years old. years long.His name is Paul.Drovers. Nick compares the two photos and they don't look like the same person at all. How do I use this information?This guy could be Johnny or Johnny, anyone. Have some confidence in me, okay?I asked everyone in the office to put down their work and try their best to find out the origin of this man.Marcus continued to read: This guy has a very successful career and lives on a street in Hayward, Pennsylvania.Married with two kids, life is boring.No hobbies other than flying his own plane. He's from Pennsylvania?Nick asked in surprise. Listen to this, my men have searched everywhere.Marcus looked at Nick and said proudly: He arrived at Westchester Airport in his own plane today, but when we checked, we couldn't find any records of him taking off from Pennsylvania or New Jersey airports. Maybe you missed an airport.Does it matter where he takes off from? We don't know yet if this matters, Detective.Marcus smiled and said: Hertz signed a contract with his company to deliver a car to the terminal on the private apron at 8:35 this morning.He got the car as soon as he got off the plane. Well, Nick urged his friend to hurry on.Why rent a car if he's planning to rob?Why leave such obvious evidence behind? Shall we take it step by step?Marcus said: He works in a security company. In the eyes of many wealthy people, he is a security expert, and his reputation is only in Michael.Under St. Pierre, he is recognized as the person who is best at designing security systems in this industry. He even serves as the CEO, and he is the same boss of this company as his two younger brothers.They run one of the best security companies in the country. This is a case of robbery.Nick said matter-of-factly. According to the information I found, he has more than 50 million assets in the world, and his net worth is too high.I bet he made his money illegally or by selling security secrets. No, that doesn't make sense.Nick said: I remember you said that he is mainly responsible for the design and is also the executive president. If the news of his security system leaks gets out, won't his business be ruined?He will be investigated immediately. True, but it's also true that he showed up on the day of the robbery, right? On the surface, he may be the insider, but there are others.He is definitely not a murderer. My subordinates found out that he left Florida at 8:30 when he was looking at the name Chappus. You say he didn't get his car until 8:35, that doesn't make sense.Nick said. I know, but what's even stranger is that this person on the plane is his brother Sam.Travers, the flight he took arrived at Westchester Airport at ten ten this morning. Brothers join forces? One of the brothers gets everything ready and picks up the other, the two commit a crime together and destroy the evidence in the next few hours And killing Julia.Nick added grimly. I'll bet you the two thousand dollars Mitch owes me, they'll be flying off tonight after they kill her.But it can't happen, right?Marcus smiled.Because Julia will be fine, she'll be fine. Thank you.Nick said. No thanks, it's the truth.Marcus nodded vigorously.You know, you have the names of the Travers brothers, and a picture of one of them, and a picture of the burglar who broke into Hannik's house.If I were you, I'd take this information to the police, tell them about the robbery, tell them you're sure they're after Julia, get them to help, and investigate yourself. Nick smiled.do me a favor Need help again?God, how much help do you want from me? Please write a letter to yourself. What?Why? Because I still need your help. I will not stop you, and I will not help you. I know, Nick smiled, he was happy to have a good friend like Marcus. But the next time I see you, it will be a few hours ago, and you won't remember these things now. All I can say is, this is really weird.Marcus quickly returned to the desk and took out a piece of private letter paper. Just remember to write about things that only you will know.Nick said: If I knew it, or it was too obvious, you wouldn't believe me. dear me!Marcus said it half-jokingly, then immediately turned serious.He wrote very quickly and finished it in less than two minutes. He signed the end of the letter, reached into the drawer and took out the company's large seal to stamp on his signature. Create an embossed pattern. The embossed seal on my signature is my own. Marcus said: No one has this kind of seal. I only use it on company documents, and it will be stamped on my signature to verify the validity of the transaction.There is only this seal in the whole world. Marcus folded the letter, took out an envelope and put it in. Wait a minute, Marcus turned around and went back to the computer. He went online and found the Wall Street Journal page. Most of the headlines were news about the crash of Flight 502, followed by financial news. The numbers at the close of the account every day included the Dow Jones Industrial Index. , S&P 500, Russell and U.S. government bonds, plus the latest financial headlines below.He pressed the print button and stuffed the printed documents into the envelope together. If I'm going to tell myself something about the future, I'll also include some evidence of profit.After Marcus finished speaking, he sealed the letter and quickly wrote his name on it. When I read this letter, I must think we are both crazy.Marcus handed the letter to Nick, who quickly stuffed the letter into the pocket of his sports coat. As long as it's convincing, I don't care what you think. Nick looked at his pocket watch. It was four fifty-nine. I want you to get Julia out of here, Nick said: Promise me you'll take good care of her. Hey, you gotta trust me!Marcus tried to comfort him. if something happens to me If something happens to you, I'll raise an entire army and find those bastards, so they won't regret it. Nick smiled, eyes full of gratitude.He walked out of the study, across the vestibule, and quickly out the door. Marcus watched Nick walk through the long side yard back to his home from the viewing window. He suddenly thought of something, opened the gate and chased after him.Hello!what do i do But there was no sign of Nick in the huge side yard between the two houses. He seemed to have disappeared out of nowhere.