Chapter 68: Fruit of Greed (1)
[Dead Heart, Please Forgive Me]
The first half of the new chapter focuses on the teacher’s past, starting with the development of Tracing the Origin and ending with the stories of all people, as if this is the source of all the tragedies.
“The Decay Chapter”, decay, does it refer to those past events or herself who is gradually no longer thirsting for hope.
The teacher’s attitude has always changed obviously, especially the death scene of the moon at the end of the memory part, which is completely distorted and collapsed, like a broken mirror.
Those painful hatreds have long corroded her heart, but the companionship of good friends, the birth of Tracing the Origin, and the increasingly beautiful future are full of longing and rebirth, making her begin to look forward to the arrival of tomorrow.
But it was the imperial capital again, which once again destroyed her last sporadic thoughts, and her reason seemed to be shaking.
The overlapping bloody scenes and pain, her unconscious tears and apologies, what was she thinking about, hating the imperial capital, blaming herself for not protecting her companions, or being angry for the ridiculous sympathy left.
Her hatred for the imperial capital had already taken root, and it grew wildly at this moment, like a swamp swallowing people. So she left, she chose a more extreme way to go this way.
And the only thing I didn't think about was that the abrupt red on the teacher's earrings was actually the blood left on the fingertips of Jueyue before her death. It was too cruel, really too cruel... How sad the teacher would be every time she recalled it, but it was still one of the few relics left by her good friend, so she would never erase it.
The feeling of the Moon is not offline at all. She is still with everyone, but has become a precious memory brought by familiar old things, and a nightmare lingering around.
That scene is really unforgettable. The teacher's unrelieved longing gives a regretful meaning of eternity and loss.
That is to say, the gentle white moonlight ghost is really good, and the damp feeling brought by death is even more fairy-like. I am high on both the knife and the candy (unconscious).
Okay, Sister Yuehe has finished talking about her own products, and let's go back to the current timeline.
I started to feel something was wrong when Yanxieyuan got into trouble, and it was indeed wrong later. The teacher changed camps as soon as he appeared, hahahahahaha, damn it! !
I asked why the flashbacks suddenly started playing. I thought the old thief wanted to sort out the timeline to pave the way for the later part, but when I thought about it carefully, this was clearly a perspective of reading memories? !
Our Tianyi has his own memory of his deceased wife.
Is TT teacher acting out a new plan or is he really being manipulated by the top? I can only hope that the old thief is not so cruel, but this is unlikely.
But the teacher's new image is really good... The whole person has been reborn into a cold beauty, and everyone is attracted by her at first sight...
Teacher, teacher, we like you (heart).
The ending of the Decayed Chapter is also the old thief's usual mystery language humanities, but the last two sentences seem to be the appearance of a new character. If it wasn't for the scene change, this "sir" was indeed said by the executive officer or the chief, it would be very intriguing.
A person with a higher status than the executive officer and the chief of the inspection office? Really? Is it going to happen?
1L: Memoirs of my deceased wife... OP, don't be so good at talking.
4L: You old thief, just keep bullying our teacher (gritting teeth), sooner or later I will kill you with a knife.
9L: That means hahahaha, I will break too.
13L: CP sister and cb sister are broken like this, I have now discovered that 60% of the glass in Tianyi is basically on the teacher, and the remaining 40% is the probability of other characters being stabbed.
25L: I witnessed the teacher being killed, and finally felt relieved when I found out that she was fine. But I met a teacher with no memory. Is our Deng Deng really the protagonist...
32L: The XP of the old thief Gouba: Teacher's knife expert.
39L replied to 32L: This wave of operations not only abused us, but also abused the companions in the protagonist group. I dare not imagine how devastated the authority will be when they know about it.
45L: I am still a little excited when I think of this scene.
51L: I was wondering why there are so many knife products recently. I was deeply broken when I saw the news.
58L: There is also a very strange point. When Xiao Hei asked Deng Deng not to look for the teacher again, his reaction was so calm, as if he already knew it. Instead, it gave me a feeling that there was something else going on.
64L: But no matter what, I am worried. Even if it is part of the plan, what the teacher did is so dangerous. What if he really can't come back one day...
68L: Tonic, ah ah ah, I simply dare not think about it TT
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The Expectation District is a place to indulge desires.
The church that promotes itself, the people who have been brainwashed for a long time, and the family groups that are willing to help and profit from it. Dorota felt a lot about this. It was not until she stepped into the Church of Saint-Vieux that she gathered her thoughts and followed the bishop through the magnificent porch.
"The room and clothes have been prepared for you."
After all, the bishop personally brought in the guest, so the nun's attitude was very friendly. At the end, she did not forget to add: "Before the purification begins, you have to make do with it for a few days."
Dorota had heard from the observer about the upcoming ceremony, a social occasion for the upper class, and also a vanity fair that would deprive her and the Son of Saint-Vieux of their retreat.
The priest would deprive her of consciousness in the name of atonement, and the Son of Saint-Vieux would kill her personally, and then fall into extreme panic, and be smoothly controlled by the bishop to become an obedient puppet, and all the spectators would be accomplices.
But she probably didn't know this yet, so Dorota just asked with a little doubt: "Is it a special festival in Zhuwang District? Can I also participate?"
"Of course." The nun smiled slightly after being reminded by the bishop, "You are a distinguished guest of the church."
And she was indeed invited as a guest. They wanted her to face the final storm without knowing anything. The more confused she was, the more emotions she would have before death.
So she smiled back, took the clothes from the nun's hand and unfolded them. It was a uniquely designed prayer dress, elegant and holy, more agile than the solemn nun's clothes, and light as if it was about to be accompanied by the morning sun to send a chanting poem to praise the world.
"So you will do that?" Dorota changed her clothes and walked slowly into a room, asking casually, "Are you going to kill me?"
"That won't do me any good."
The observer was reading in his bedroom at the moment. He chuckled and said, "I'm not stupid. I won't give up more precious long-term interests because of the temptation of immediate interests."
Dorota had finished her short prayer while they were talking. When she stood up, the people around her were still bowing their heads, closing their eyes, and clasping their hands. She walked out of the prayer room. The corridor was also luxurious and ostentatious, like a gorgeous prison made of gold and silver.
She looked out the window. The lively courtyard seemed out of place here.
"Actually, I have seen the moon." The observer's sudden words made her lose her mind. He simply continued to talk, and Dorota didn't know how to react for a moment, "Four years ago, in this backyard."
He couldn't keep it a secret, and he couldn't keep it a secret from her, so he chose to tell the whole thing.
"You were also in the imperial capital at that time, and I heard about the execution building the next day."
After a long silence, Dorota suddenly asked him, "So the ability to catch the moon is indeed in you, right?"
It seems that she had doubts before. The observer did not deny it, as he already knew the answer. He just continued, "At that time, she caused a big commotion in the church and made it a mess here. She probably wanted to help you divert the pressure."
"Why did I come to you? Because Shoujiyue entrusted me to help you in the future. After that, I kept observing and finally decided to cooperate with you when I was sure it was worth it."
"Yes, I swallowed her ability." The observer unveiled the curtain, "I killed her with my own hands."
"Will you hate me?"
The observer asked softly. He understood that the reason why Dorota hated Baskent was because of the Munashe family and Shoujiyue. So what about him who killed her with his own hands?
Even though it was Jiuyue who gave her the ability and name in person, no matter what, it was still him who took away her last breath.
"Hate?"
Dorota chewed on the word sarcastically, she lowered her eyes, "If she hadn't been desperate, Jiuyue wouldn't have let others bear a life."
"That was Jiuyue's voluntary handover to you." Dorota looked so calm that no one could tell anything was wrong, but her tone was cold, like a machine numbly repeating facts, "She doesn't hate you, and I'm even less qualified. She had no other choice at that time."
She was seriously injured, and she probably knew she wouldn't live long, so she chose to fake her death so that her companions would stop worrying about her, and then she endured the pain and came to the Zhuwang District to find the Son of God.
Dorota deduced the truth, but she couldn't imagine how desperate Xiang Jiyue was at that time.
"So don't think so. It was the imperial capital that caused all this."
And she herself who was unable to protect her.
Dorota added the second half of the sentence sarcastically in her heart. When she came to her senses and loosened her tightly clenched hands, blood had already dripped through the gaps between her fingers, and the wound on her palm was throbbing. Her hands were shaking violently. The
observer noticed that she was in a wrong mood, and hurriedly spoke to calm her down: "But this is not your fault, and Xiang Jiyue doesn't want you to get hurt."
How could she not know. Dorota lowered her head and stared at the wound on the palm of her hand. She had no intention of healing it. Instead, it was the nun who passed by who noticed the abnormality here.
"Please don't move! I will heal your wound!"
The trance-stricken girl suddenly seemed to wake up from a dream. She grabbed the nun's arm with a dazed look and asked anxiously: "Can you take me to see Bishop Denis?"
"I think... I need spiritual treatment." Her face was pale, and then she showed an appropriate pitiful expression, "Can you?"
"Of course, our comforting bishop will be happy to help you." The nun gently healed her wound, and then took her to the nave where the bishop might be.
The anxious observer did not expect things to turn out like this. He could not say anything at once. He was stuck for a long time before he spoke again: "Are you preparing to...?"
Dorota followed the nun forward. When she heard the words, she slightly raised her eyelids and her face had already removed the expression.
"Nothing. I'm going to take advantage of this opportunity. I have to make Baskent believe that my memory has not been completely cleared and that the clearing chamber needs to be improved. He needs to understand how big the flaw is, so that he won't suddenly get sick and kill me."
"At least let him keep me until the purification ceremony begins. I want to avoid the possibility of him going back on his word."
The bishop of Saint-Viere Church was teaching the confused believers at this time. His gentle voice soothed the anxiety and worries in the hearts of the believers. The magnificent murals on the dome seemed like the Lord God was about to descend to the world and dispel all negative emotions.
Hypocritical and false. Dorota glanced at it coldly. No wonder Baskent built this church. These confused believers are his food.
Although there are more people who firmly believe in it, their beliefs are not pure, and the emotions they nurture are not positive.
The Saint-Viere Church believes in the god of night and desire. Under the deliberate promotion of Baskent, it has even become the mainstream belief of the entire Zhuwang District.
...It is really a sin.
If Baskent dies, then the people who have been manipulated and influenced should also return to normal. Dorota thought that there is no need to let the Saint-Viere Church continue to exist.
"I saw dead people."
Dorota's expression suddenly changed when she walked in front of the bishop. Her voice trembled, her hands crossed in front of her chest in a praying gesture, her eyes full of fear, "I saw corpses everywhere, and my hands were covered in blood."
"That may be the mistake I made."
Hypocritical tears blurred her vision, and she lowered her head, "That's why I came to the church."
The observer was shocked by Dorota's tears that fell as soon as she spoke, "Did you cheat with your supernatural powers or was it purely a burst of acting skills?"
If Baskent had not been there, Dorota would have wiped away her tears expressionlessly and asked the observer to shut up.
"My poor child." The handsome bishop in gorgeous clothes sighed with pity. He pretended to bless her and guided her to say more. "The merciful Lord will forgive your sins, but you need to remember more."
"Tell me, what else did you see? Were those people wearing the same clothes, except for one of them?"
"He was wearing a white suit with a badge on his chest with a pyramid and waves engraved on it."
The uneasy girl followed the bishop's words and recalled carefully. Her eyes gradually became empty, and her excited emotions calmed down. She repeated blankly: "Yes, yes."
The bloody incident in the executive building four years ago had only one exception, the executive officer who lost his life. His death made the accident more serious.
"But it is not irreparable."
The tolerant bishop smiled slightly. He felt her fear and panic, but such emotions were far from enough. He needed more abundant nourishment. The greed of the human heart can never be satisfied.
He temporarily suppressed his dissatisfaction and still had a false smile on his face. "I think you can look forward to the ceremony in a few days."