Prelude

A few seconds ago, Balden saw Alex Salieri doing the exact opposite of what he was doing—he was sinking down. The young man's face was calm, his eyes closed, his arms slightly outstretched, barefoot, with tattered white pants and clothing floating in the seawater like a new species of jellyfish. He was not wearing a life jacket—he insisted that such a thing would suffocate him. Well, now he didn't even need to breathe. Barefoot, with tattered white pants and clothing floating in the seawater like a new species of jellyfish, he was not wearing a life jacket—he insisted that such a thing would suffocate him. Well, now he didn't even need to breathe.

Although he remembered curling up his body, the intense pain that accompanied the coldness of the sea nearly caused this professional criminal to faint. He struggled to stay conscious, and at the moment when the sinking began to finally stabilize, he opened his eyes. The salty water of the triangular sea stung his fragile eyeballs, but this discomfort no longer mattered to Balden. He searched for the hazy gem-blue surface of the seawater, which was revealed by the penetration of light, and then slowly, he controlled his body to float towards it.

Baldwin was thrown into the air

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He hates cats

A foolish young heir, the survivor lamented, the problem is that I would be thrown into some secret large fish freezer by the old man, Don José Salieri, after his death, and seventy-two hours later, I would be taken out, thawed, and ground up with the fish entrails, bones, and scales to make cat food, packed into aluminum cans, sealed, and labeled with that ridiculous black fat cat logo—he often saw this silly symbol at his ex-wife's, daughter's, and the latest lover's places, as their cats all loved that brand of cat food.

He almost collided with the surface of the sea, and although it was only about 80 to 100 meters high, it was enough to shatter his entire body and the bones of the book, leaving even the best orthopedic surgeon unable to piece them back together. Fortunately, in such a short time, Balden remained remarkably calm and managed to locate and pull the safety mechanism of the life jacket. The rigid plastic product, tightly pressed against his body, instantly inflated, causing the man's chin to be violently thrust backward by the deployed neck airbag, with such force that it nearly broke his neck. He had not even had time to groan before he plunged into the seawater in a rather ungraceful manner.

A large coffee-colored metal piece almost brushed against his nose as it was inserted straight into the sea. Balden recognized that it was the tail wing of the small aircraft they had taken today, "Teddy 599-KL." It had such a peculiar name because the color of the fuselage resembled that of a silly plush bear

At the moment he surfaced, it is said that a man who had never known tears within his body greedily breathed in the fresh air, while sobbing incessantly like a wronged little girl