How Your Garden Grows
failed plan?

"pe-excuse me, be expected to the invited guests to remain calm" said a waiter on the stage there. his voice trembled.on his hands looked terrified.. and stay on his desk each" he continued.I turned my head and left. trying to understand the situation.what really happened. arrived the nobles ran a small run out of the room. escorted by the guards. Damn, I muttered, what is it. The invited guests are getting boisterous. worrying about the thing that is going on. The guards are coming, more and more. surround the dining room. keep watch so that no one runs away. "excuse me for a moment's attention". someone spoke on stage. raised his right hand. provoked the attention of the audience. I reflexively turned to the stage. "introduce my name antoni, I'm the head guard". he continued by sticking his right hand on his chest. he looked friendly. his voice was heavy. his body was large. dashing. wear a black suit. "there had been a tragedy on this ship that caused the dinner to be canceled, for safety and comfort, we could not tell the details, which was clear,".he sighed, his gaze was pity, he seemed resigned. "please come out one by one in an orderly manner.you will have dinner in each cabin". continued the guard.he nodded his head to one of the guards.and went down the stage. I went back to check on his condition.The guards held his left hip.I'm sure it was a gun. They seemed ready to shoot anyone who revolted.The atmosphere was getting tense.The invited guests started talking to each other. increasingly boisterous. questioning the situation. the guards tried to calm the invited guests. one by one the invited guests out of the room. they were called with a sequence number. I don't know what happened. I'm still sitting on my desk. thinking of thinking about. prepared for all the possibilities. mr. julius caesar and mrs silvi caesar. heard the call twice. Still no one moved from the seat. damn I forgot what the name of a pair of grandparents I was using this name. I tried to take my ticket in my pocket. written clearly there mr. caesar. damn it was my name. mr. julius caesar and mrs silvi caesar. call the third time. The soldiers who are on standby in the dining room have started to advance, want to check the invitation's business cards one by one. but I immediately stood up. "oh sorry it's me" I said as I held my hand. I confirmed my suit. tried to look professional. "sorry I was daydreaming earlier, I was worried about my wife, she was sick in the cabin, she was, so I can't go to this show". I tried to improvise, explaining to the whole room, as well as the guards who were looking at me sharply. "please get through here, mr. caesar". one of the guards pointed me to the exit. smiled.he looked friendly.but his eyes were sharp, as if intimidating.I nodded my head, walked towards the exit, and when opening the door there were many guards there. holding his left hip. they were really preparing to shoot someone. I was directed towards the room on the right. I entered the room. there were 4 guards there, there were 4 guards, one of them was the head of the guard who was talking on the stage.he sat at the table in the middle of the room.on the right left it seemed to be a confidant. one of them had a wound on his left cheek. looked creepy. I immediately read the situation.I understand.this is the interrogation room. "please sit mr. caesar". said the head guard.he smiled kindly. moving his hands.I also sat in a chair in front of the table that was occupied by the head of the guard. "good night" he advanced his face.Stare hard at my face. "mr caesar" he continued. his tone was suppressed. his eyes were sharp.he really knew how to make the mental fall of the interlocutor.The atmosphere in the room became tense.

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an hour ago, exactly fifteen minutes before the dinner began, when everyone was preparing to come to the event, there was a tragedy on board. no one knows exactly when, but most likely, by the time everyone came out of the room and walked towards the dining room, one of the nobles had been killed in his room. that explains why the event did not start after half an hour passed. The perpetrator is professional, he seemed to know the gap of this ship.he waited for the right moment and was not at risk to do so. that is, when everyone comes out of his room, and walks into the dining room, it means that everyone on this ship is probably a professional killer, he waited for the right moment to do it. The guards were overwhelmed to catch the perpetrator.no one knows.they only interrogate the invited guests one by one. interrogate the invited guests one by one, and these guards do not tell the actual events on stage.Maybe they want to control the situation, so that the invited guests do not cry out in panic. or maybe so that their image does not look bad in the eyes of the invited guests. What I just realized is that I was a suspect. because there are three rooms in this exit hallway, this exit, which is a, in the right room where I was now was the room for the suspects.clearly from the intimidating look of the guards, like not reluctant to torture the invited guests.The atmosphere of this room was tense. the file was scattered on the table in front of me, and in the left room, the room I had been looking at - before entering this room there was a couple coming out of it. They were young, about thirty years.seen from his clothes it seems they have a noble lineage. join hands. chatting warmly with each other after coming out of the room. their facial expressions do not look tense. as if not knowing what really happened. whereas here.hey look, they did not even smile at all. The gaze of his eyes was sharp.Their right hand held his left hip. as if ready to pull out the gun and shoot me. And at the exit of the room - back there.one guard who plays the baton, as if ready to hit my head from behind.

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"sorry to interrupt your time, mr. Julius caesar" said a man who was introgasiku. his voice was heavy. but it sounded friendly.he was sorting the file milah on the table. then took one file and opened it. a few minutes went by. she closed the file, nodded reverently. then looked at me "where is your wife?, mrs silvia caesar". she continued while cleaning up the scattered files.it seemed like she was trying to melt the atmosphere. "my wife was in the cabin, she wasn't feeling well". I said kindly. trying to look professional. "oh, what a coincidence that is so disconnected like it, he seemed to know it all. "I didn't expect you to look younger than most seventy-year-old grandparents". he continued. I gasped. exhaled. trying to calm myself.he looked at me. leaning his body in the chair. crossed his arms. smiled faintly. then looked at the guard who was behind there. nodded his head.sound footsteps.the guard walked slowly, approaching from behind there. the atmosphere in this room grew tense.I closed my eyes. focused my mind. tried to read the situation.I also immediately knew what the guard was going to do. The sound of his footsteps stopped.he swung his club, he swung, trying to hit my head. I exhaled. plakk. I caught the baton. my body remained still. pointed towards the guard who was introgasi me. only my right hand moved, my body was still, catching the baton that was swung at me from behind. the guards gasped for astonishment.I immediately stared intently at the eyes of the head of the guard.The atmosphere of the room had changed drastically.The two guards who were in front of me immediately pulled out the gun. holding me. I remained calm. tried to control the situation. whereas the guard who interrogated me only smiled faintly. stared intently at my eyes while leaning his body on the chair. My head was held by the guard behind me. brakk. my head was banged against the table. "raise your hand" said the guard.I raised my hand.my head was still pressed on the table.I hardened my jaw.fuck, there was no other way, they already knew my identity. I did not expect something like this would happen.it is impossible for a grandfather to have a stature like me. Damn. why the situation becomes more complicated.I clenched my jaws. prepared for all the possibilities that will happen.