I sat on a chair in the police station, looking at the two men in black and white checkered uniforms opposite me, opening and closing their mouths alternately, as if they were saying something.

The one on the left has a cold expression on his face, as if he has seen too many misfortunes. The one on the right is still a little immature, with a hint of pity in his eyes.

I didn't feel any pain, nor did I regret stabbing him with the knife. At that moment, I even felt that I was liberated. The warm blood that sprayed on my body was like the salvation given by the gods.

I only regret why I pursued money so fanatically when I was young, sacrificing my dignity, body and freedom for it.

During the few days at the police station, I had enough peace to think deeply about this issue, more thoroughly than I had thought about it in many years:

Lack of willpower and immaturity of mind were the root causes of my mistake, but that doesn't mean they are the only reason.

From childhood to adulthood, the education I received told me that hard work and struggle are for a big house, floor-to-ceiling windows with plenty of light, more than three servants, a garden and lawn of my own, silver or gold-inlaid tableware, dinners filled with delicious food, dances with melodious music, and so on and so forth.

The newspapers and magazines I have read have told me again and again that only when one is respectable enough can one be called middle class, the pillar of this kingdom, and be elegant, excellent, not vulgar, have character, and at the same time possess compassion and knowledge.

At the same time, they also told me what decency is. Decency is a beautiful dress, clothes matched according to different occasions, expensive skin care products and cosmetics, exquisite and fashionable women's handbags, a concert, an afternoon tea, and a stylish party.

And all this translates to gold pounds, gold pounds, and gold pounds.

It must be admitted that pursuing a better life is everyone's instinct, but when every aspect a girl is exposed to tells her so, and when the mainstream thinking of the entire society is decency, refinement and elegance, it is difficult for her thoughts not to be influenced.

I don’t know what this phenomenon is called. I only know that if nothing changes, tragedies like mine will continue to occur, and more and more.

At that time, someone would definitely yell:

"Look, these gold-digging girls, they sold their souls!"

Subconsciously, I turned my head and looked out the window. I saw a beautiful and prosperous world and the bright red blood flowing in this world.

"Ms. Tracy, are you listening to us?" A voice brought me back to my senses. It came from the somewhat green policeman.

I smiled at him and didn't tell him that I was just thinking about some philosophical questions.

It's ridiculous that a gold digger who sold her soul would think about such boring things when being questioned by a police officer.

The policeman nodded and said to me:

"Ms. Tracy, you will be preparing to go to court next, and we will arrange a lawyer for you.

"I'm sorry, but I didn't keep that witness. I only have the confession, which is quite disadvantageous to you."

"It's okay." I said to him calmly.

I will try my best to defend myself and confess my crimes frankly. I just hope I can have a new life in the future.

I thought about it, raised the corners of my mouth, and said to the two police officers:

“While I’m waiting to go to court, could you please help me borrow some books from the library?

"Well, Social Trends and Educational Phenomena..."

At this moment, I saw that the two police officers were a little confused and a little, well, surprised.

…………

I sat at the bottom of the long mottled table and heard Miss Judgment talking about Utopia.

After she finished speaking, I looked around and said in a low voice:

“It’s a ritual.”

As expected, I saw that Miss Judgment's gaze became somewhat fixed, and I felt that Mr. Hanged Man and Miss Justice were both looking at me with a hint of speculation.

At this moment, I seem to be able to guess what they are thinking:

They would definitely suspect that this was the Sequence 1 ritual of Gehrman Sparrow of The World. However, they had already known from the internal communication of the Tarot Club that Sequence 1 could not exist in the presence of a Sequence 0 True God.

I have prepared an explanation for this matter, which is to ask them to think about the ancient sun god and his eight angel kings.

Unfortunately, no one raised any questions. Perhaps they had thought of the Angel Kings, or perhaps they thought that the rituals involved in Utopia were mainly to help Mr. Fool recover further.

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I looked at the beautiful girl who was in a trance and asked after some consideration:

"Miss Tracy, where do your parents live?"

"They have passed away..." the beautiful girl whose soul no longer belonged here answered in a somewhat vague voice.

I lowered my head and wrote down:

"Do you have any other relatives?"

The girl turned her head and looked out the window, and answered casually:

"No……"

My colleague and I looked at each other and raised our voices:

"Ms. Tracy, are you listening to us?"

The girl opposite me looked away and smiled at me.

No one knew what she was thinking, as quiet as a flower blooming alone in the night.

This metaphor comes from a book of poetry, and my brother told me that reading poetry can make me more charming.

Of course, up to now, that collection of poetry has brought me more ridicule than anything else, and my colleagues in the police department have all thought it worthless.

After I told the girl opposite me about the court appearance, I saw her smile slightly and asked us to help her borrow some books from the library, the names of which I found difficult to understand.

That smile combined with the title of the book has an indescribable beauty.

After sending Miss Tracy back to the temporary holding room, I packed up the case materials and prepared to visit the lawyer, which was an appointment I had made long ago.

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I leaned back in my chair and listened to this guy Emlyn "The Moon" describe his dream.

After being "identified" by Father Utravsky, it was found that this dream did not originate from the divine revelation of the "Mother Earth".

This inevitably forces people to cast suspicious eyes towards the moon, towards the "fallen mother goddess", and then encounter pollution... I was almost amused by my own thoughts.

As a senior "fortune teller" and dream interpreter, I am not modest and frankly express my own understanding:

"There are three possibilities. One is that this dream is inducing you to explore and pursue something, and it is interfering with your destiny to some extent. The second is that this dream wants you to interpret it deeply and understand it, and then use it to erode you little by little, imperceptibly. The third is that you are too worried about the matter of the 'Goddess of Beauty', so you dreamed of the scene you fear the most.

"There's no need to talk about the third possibility. The solutions to the first two possibilities are the same. Don't think about it, don't explore it, and don't leave Backlund unless necessary."

After saying that, I saw Emlyn nodded without hesitation.

I knew this was the way he liked to handle it.

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"A homicide?" I glanced at the case materials in my hand and expressed my doubts with the change of the ending tone, "You should hire a lawyer."

I am just a solicitor and strictly speaking I have no right to appear in court.

Of course, this is only the most stringent situation and does not actually exist. As long as the case is not serious and does not involve the criminal court, the solicitor can go to court to provide assistance.

The policeman opposite in black and white checkered uniform smiled and said:

“Utopia is just a small town, there are no big lawyers, so we have to go somewhere else to hire one.

"Moreover, this case is charged with excessive self-defense, the sentence is very short, and the amount involved is less than 400 pounds. It can be heard in the magistrates' court first, and then transferred to the criminal court after it is determined that excessive self-defense is not established."

You know a lot, do you want to change your career and become a lawyer? But normally, homicide cases prosecuted for excessive self-defense must also be handed over to the criminal court. Haha, this is the advantage of a small town, many things are not so strict... I thought about it and said, "Hmm":

"Then I'll try to plead not guilty.

"Also, please arrange a time as soon as possible for me to meet Miss Tracy."

After reading the information just now, I have a good grasp of this case. The biggest question now is whether the image of Miss Tracy can arouse sympathy.

Well, although my solicitor's license was forged in another place, this does not negate my professional qualities. It just happened that I made a mistake in that exam.

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Bansi? Verdu wants to go to Bansi? I sat at the bottom of the mottled long table, watching the Hanged Man reporting to Mr. Fool, and was a little confused about the development of the matter.

Verdu, who is obsessed with mysticism and wants to rescue Mr. Door, does have some reasons to explore the abandoned port of Bansi. Moreover, he has lived in Bayam for almost half a year, so it is normal for him to come into contact with Bansi's information... The main problem is that the previous surveillance of the Hanged Man did not provide any corresponding signs, making Verdu's behavior seem a bit abrupt... This matter needs to be paid more attention... I nodded in my heart, and heard Mr. Fool say:

"Continue monitoring."

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I played the lyre beside the fountain in the town square, I used a knife and fork to cut a steak, I was in the church, telling the believers about the goddess's teachings, I stretched out my right hand, and with the attentive help of a gentleman, I left the carriage, I got the long-awaited new skirt, and couldn't wait to put it on, I walked on four legs, being chased by a child, I laughed loudly, stumbled and played with a dog...

Suddenly, we were all shocked and looked up at the sky, seeing many illusory and thin threads emerging from our bodies, extending to infinite heights, extending to above a grayish-white mist, extending into an ancient palace, and falling into the hands of a tall and misty figure.

During this period of time, Klein's condition has been very strange. It seems that he has completely split into thousands of living beings, and each clone has his own will, thoughts, cognition, and destiny.

However, above these many consciousnesses, there is a dominant main consciousness. It is constantly subjected to various shocks and seems to be assimilated by the ocean of consciousness formed by itself at any time, but it finally persevered and allowed Klein to maintain a certain degree of clarity.

His body had been lying underground in the St. Arianna Church, his consciousness sometimes rising to the inside of the "Source Castle" and sometimes sinking into his body.

The various scenes experienced by the secret puppet clones kept flashing in his mind, like a dream made up of a large number of fragments.