Su Mingan vigilantly held up the space barrier and touched the drama memory lens.
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"——Si Que! Why did you kill so many people? Do you want to become a god through killing? " someone asked.
This is a very short memory lens.
Si Que stood in the rain expressionlessly, holding a notebook in his hand. Most of the names in the notebook had been crossed out by him, all of them were dead.
His pen killed these people.
He was wearing a white robe, his facial features still looked immature, he was about nineteen years old, and it had not been long since the last time he entered the Church in the memory lens. No one knew what had happened in the meantime, leading to the current situation.
The crowd gathered around him excitedly, insisting on an answer.
However, he remained expressionless and silent.
People's patience was gradually worn out, and the first person to approach appeared. It was a young girl, who pounced on him with bared teeth and claws:
"——My parents are dead, I want you to pay with your lives!!!"
A blood mark appeared on Si Que's face, and he felt a tearing pain. He wanted to retreat, but there were many people behind him.
The big hands started to push and shove, and people became angry. More and more people started to fight, and they needed to find a way to vent their anger. Si Que, who couldn't give a reason, was the best channel.
"He killed so many people! There's still ink on his hands. Kill him!" someone screamed.
"No, he can't die. The World Tree favors him, and we must keep him alive!"
"In order to prevent him from continuing to harm others, his hands and feet must be cut off, his eyes must be blinded, and he must not be allowed to continue writing those words that harm others - all the tragedies he wrote before have come true!!!"
"He can't explain it! He did it on purpose! He can't give a reasonable excuse!"
Si Que is Luo Washa's sinner.
There is no doubt about this, because the tragedies he wrote killed many people, and he himself did not refute it, he even closed his eyes.
Anger swept the crowd. Si Que staggered a few steps and was pushed to the ground. He seemed to try to pick up the feather pen, but a long knife chopped him first. With a "snap", his right palm fell to the ground, revealing the bones of his wrist.
Immediately afterwards, a sharp blade came from somewhere and cut off his left hand.
He had just taken a breath when he heard a teeth-grinding "crackling" sound of bones breaking. Someone had directly broken his leg bones, breaking all his tendons and bones.
The young man fell down like a kite.
Bloodstains, mottled bloodstains.
The blood dyed the ground red, but people still felt it was not enough, so they hit him on the back with a stick.
“Bang!”
A mouthful of blood spit out.
He wanted to get up, but he had no strength. Not only did his legs lose feeling, but his internal organs also felt a sharp pain of shattering. The skin on his back was torn apart, and the bent bones pierced into his flesh.
Coarse dust and gravel scraped across his abdomen, a dozen pieces of broken glass pierced his arms, and sticks rained down on him.
Amidst the fierce shouting and heavy breathing, people held justice in their hands, judged the wicked, and smiled happily, as if the sins had finally received the judgment they deserved.
"--and his eyes, his eyes--his eyes can't be spared!" someone shouted.
"——Don't give him any chance to write anything!!!"
Si Que exhaled slowly, enduring the hellish pain all over his body, and said nothing.
Soon, the girl at the beginning was chosen to wield the sword of justice.
She pulled the hair in front of Si Que's forehead and pulled him up from the ground, as if pulling a bloody feather. Her eyes were red and full of resentment:
"From now on, you will never hurt anyone again! Human lives are not your ink, you devil!"
She held a piece of glass in her hand and pointed it at Si Que's eyes, but soon she thought of something and threw the glass away: "Wait a minute, if I use the feather pen you are so proud of..."
She tore open the inner pocket of his clothes, pulled out a purple-gold feather pen, and pointed the tip of the pen at Si Que's eyes.
The golden eyes were as dazzling as the sun. Even though they were bloodshot, they were still bright enough to make people feel ashamed of themselves.
The girl was enraged by the look and yelled, "Don't look at me like that! You devil!!!"
Perhaps Si Que should also be angry.
But when he heard the sadness of losing everything in people's voices and saw the tragic foundation of this disaster, there was no fire in his heart.
"——Sanction him! Sanction him! Sanction him!!!"
People seemed to be caught up in a grand carnival.
Everyone upholds justice in their hearts and makes up for their losses with joy. The more they judge sinners, the more their sins will be eliminated.
Si Que's eyes had been squinting the whole time. But at this moment, when the tip of the pen was pointed at his eyelids, his eyes slowly opened completely.
Silently and calmly, he stared at the tip so close at hand.
His eyes were clear, as if silently expressing that he had done nothing wrong.
The girl was shocked by the look, and after a moment she felt angry - she was actually shaken, she even began to doubt whether the sinner was guilty.
Amid the crowd's encouragement, she screamed, roared, and raged - and waved her hands.
It was like the guillotine of justice, falling with a click.
"Well done! Well done!!!" people screamed.
"He won't be able to hurt anyone anymore! If he can't write a story, let's see how the World Tree will still like him!!"
"When he loses the favor of the World Tree, I will put him on the stake!!!"
Amid the people's enthusiastic cheers, amid the fire of carnival that swept everything -
That beautiful, shining, sharp quill--
Make two sticky sounds.
It pierced into Si Que’s eyes.
The golden pupils were shattered, and blood mixed with white flowed out of the eyes, like two broken gems.
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