Chapter 182

Eve’s POV

If the roles were reversed, would I break my own hand for another person's life?

If it were Luke and Vicky, I could do it, but for these teammates I'd known for such a short time, I'm afraid I couldn't.

But as Clara said, Murphy really did.

Clara then choked up and said Murphy's initial idea was very simple: as long as he dislocated his palm, it would be very easy for him to get out of the handcuffs. But he made a mistake.

I remembered when Murphy saved someone from the "harpoon," the situation was still very urgent, but he never made a mistake.

Maybe this time he was really a bit panicked.

Clara saw Murphy accidentally hit the handcuffs with the wooden stick when he was hitting his palm.

The principle of handcuffs was just like this: if you applied force from the outside, the handcuffs would only get tighter and tighter.

This way, even if all the bones in the palm were broken, it would be impossible to remove them.

Seeing the water in the fish tank had already reached Clara's neck, Murphy made a split-second decision to give up the plan of breaking his own palm and instead turned to his forearm.

This time, his force was even greater than before, so strong that he almost fainted several times.

Clara could only raise her head and keep searching for air on the water surface.

Just as her consciousness was about to blur, he succeeded.

He immediately turned off the water valve and then smashed the fish tank with the wooden stick.

Then, with his remaining left hand, he untied the wire from Clara's body.

In just one or two minutes, the broken part of Murphy's right hand was already bleeding heavily.

Clara quickly broke off a piece of wire and tightly tied it around his arm.

Now the two of them finally managed to escape from that godforsaken place.

Clara looked at Murphy's body with a sad expression. "Just as he said... he's a cop, so he can't just stand by and do nothing when someone's in danger."

"No..." I shook my head slowly. "Maybe he's just making up for the mistakes he once made."

"Mistakes made?" Everyone looked at me puzzled. "What do you mean?"

I was about to say something, but I swallowed it back. What Murphy had just told me probably didn't want too many people to know. Since he was already dead, let this secret be buried with him.

People's hearts were always complicated.

Lila took off her coat and put it on Clara.

"Lawyer, you're all soaked through. Be careful not to catch a cold."

Walter, who was standing by, felt a bit out of place. After being at a loss for a long time, he finally brought the aluminum pot over. "Hey, little girl, please accept my condolences. Would you like to have something to eat?"

Clara was slightly taken aback. "Who is this?"

"Just call me Walter." Walter gave a simple smile. "We need to eat. Not eating makes us feel hungry."

"He's someone we got to know when we were participating in games," Lila explained. "Clara, you must be hungry, right? I specially brought this pot of meat to see you."

"Meat..."

I knew Clara was indeed a little hungry.

It had been exactly two days since she came here that she hadn't eaten anything.

She hurriedly took the pot, grabbed the already cooled, fishy and greasy meat inside, and began eating it in big mouthfuls.

Looking at her soaked through, with disheveled hair and wolfing down food, no one could have imagined she used to be a haughty lawyer.

After eating a few pieces of meat, Clara mumbled, "Eve, thank you..."

I didn't say anything.

After all, this pot of meat was for Murphy. Now that Murphy was dead, there was nothing wrong with giving it to Clara.

At least she seemed more reliable than Elizabeth and Dr. Miller.

"I originally had some opinions about you," Clara continued. "But you not only brought us food, but also brought cigarettes to Murphy. You're really thoughtful."

She pointed at the cigarette Murphy was holding. "It took him a long time to find two moldy cigarettes..."

After hearing this, I thought for a moment, walked up and took the cigarette from Murphy's mouth.

I'd never seen this brand of cigarettes before. When I put them in front of my nose and smelled them, there was a rich aroma of milk and herbs.

"Exactly. These are the cigarettes I brought," I said with a complicated expression. "It's a pity Murphy died before he could even smoke one."

Lila felt somewhat puzzled. She was almost always by my side, yet she'd never remembered me finding cigarettes.

I picked up the metal lighter from Murphy's hand again. "This lighter was also brought by me to give to Murphy. Now it seems I can only use it myself."

Of course, no one opposed it, but Lila was a little puzzled.

I walked aside, picked up the lighter and cigarette and examined them constantly.

I always felt there was something strange about this matter that couldn't be put into words. Could it all be related to that bell?

Thinking of this, I picked up that old cigarette box from the ground again and examined it carefully. I didn't find any mechanism.

"What's wrong?" Lila came over and asked softly. "Is there anything wrong?"

I frowned and couldn't answer at all.

How could I tell Lila?

Had Murphy taken out a cigarette from a cigarette box?

Or had Murphy taken out a lighter from his pocket?

These unremarkable things didn't sound strange at all when talked about, but they just left me completely puzzled.

Maybe I was mistaken myself. I put the cigarettes and the lighter into the cigarette box and turned back. "How's Clara?"

"Emotions have stabilized. What should we do?"

I nodded. "Our goal has always been just one, hasn't it?"

I walked toward Clara. "Clara, I'll just speak my mind... could I borrow a Holy Grail from you?"

"Borrow... a Holy Grail?" Clara raised her eyebrows, somewhat puzzled.

"Exactly." I nodded. "To be honest, our Holy Grails were burned down. Now there's not a single one left."

Clara slowly lowered her head after hearing this, as if lost in thought.

"I can give you the Holy Grails," Clara raised her head and said seriously. "Let's form a team."

I pursed my lips. "It's not that I don't want to team up with you... it seems dangerous to just stay by my side..."

I briefly told Clara what had happened to Daniel and Candy, then said, "I'm being targeted now. They'll kill the people around me to stop me."

"Daniel and Candy are dead. Have you been affected?" Clara asked.

"This..."

"You won't be affected at all," Clara said. "That is to say, killing the people around you to threaten you won't work."

Theoretically, that was the case.

"Then I'm safe." Clara slowly stood up. "Let's make an agreement. I'll give you all my Holy Grails and I'll help you in the time to come. But in exchange, you have to help me escape."