Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 893 Ruling

No one understood the situation better than Jania.Before she actually saw anything terrible, she could smell some commotion in the air, like the panic of domestic animals before an earthquake.As she paced the bedroom, the thought haunted her: This was going to be a catastrophe.

She's been trying not to take this intuition too seriously, because she's aware of both her own strengths and weaknesses.In some hidden corner of her mind, the word "disaster" seemed to appeal to her with a drama that transcended the dullness of life.Some kind of immoral longing made her want to use the word somewhere.But she also knew that her thoughts were extremely inappropriate for someone who was actually in that situation, so she always tried to restrain herself, to look serious and correct, and sometimes it was inevitable to look like a sanctimonious hypocrite.

"Jennia," said Hannah, standing at the table, staring out of the window, in a tone of dramatic calm, "this could be a catastrophe."

Those words, and what Hannah saw, finally freed Jania from the moral burden of delusions and restlessness.Both she and Hannah agree that now is the time to plan ahead, or rather to fix it.She went to find a gun in her mother's bedroom, and locked Leo in her own room. The beagle was smart and strong, but if it was going to deal with people, it would appear incompetent.Leo is neither tame and well-behaved enough to be reassuring, nor fierce and vicious enough to kill.Her thoughts were still on the gun, for her cudgel had been lost at sea.

It's frustrating that people don't always bring the right things when they're needed most.There was a time when Leo stepped on broken glass while walking as she had just put away the tampons she had with her in a drawer, and the tampons had been hidden in her coat pocket for two weeks before that day.This bad luck sometimes made her wonder if there really were goblins in the forest.It's not the kind of beautiful little person with gorgeous butterfly wings flying in the flowers, but a green-faced little monster who is afraid of chaos in the world.

She had frequent dreams of such foreign bodies in her childhood.She dreamed that they bared their fangs and claws and slipped out of the woods in the dark of night to sneak into her unattended house.They would search for her, hunt her, and devour her flesh and eyeballs.They chased around the house and garden, leaving behind fallen branches and trails of foul-smelling dark green slime.The nightmares of monsters invading her home were so real that she kept waking up stretching and running, her calves aching with cramps.

The adults have used various reasons to explain this, such as she was too active, played too much on her mobile phone, didn't like vegetables, and didn't finish her morning milk.She wondered if the answers really made sense, or if some people were born with cramp in their legs and feet while they slept.The reason didn't matter, what mattered was the causal order, because her mother always emphasized that it was the pain in the cramp that made her subconscious concoct the nightmare, not the nightmare that made her cramp.She didn't like the idea that grown-ups thought you didn't have to be afraid in the dark if you did everything right when you were awake.

She hoped she had done nothing wrong tonight.Just tonight, her nightmare actively invaded reality, leaving blood and fallen trees in the garden.The blood was not sticky dark green, but fresh human blood.The bulb of the night light is dazzlingly bright, but it can only illuminate a thin circle of air around it, as if the outline of the night has tightly wrapped all the light sources.Darkness overwhelmed her home, and the light was only lucky to create tiny and fragile bubbles in it, reminiscent of shimmering jellyfish in the deep sea.

This unrealistic tone permeated the garden, and Jania felt like she was in a dream again when she chased out.But this time her leg was steady, and there were no sudden cramps to help her out.She ran across the street to the darker house opposite, like a fish diving from the surface of the sea floor into a deeper abyss.

The bloodstains along the way appeared to belong to Gerd Schilling, as he was clearly the underdog.Then she realized that part of the blood was her brother's too.His leg was injured, and he hesitated about the cause of the injury.

"Isn't that obvious?" said her brother. "Look what it looks like!"

What he said strikes Jania as odd, and behind the attack on looks, she feels as though she's caught something.
key.But the timing was not right now, she saw "Gad Schilling" with a look of scrutiny on his blood-stained face.That was not the gesture of a man in a hurry to protect himself.

She has to hold him steady.They need time to prepare, they need to figure out what's going on.It would not be by chance that the other party had chosen tonight, which differed from other nights in one important way: Mademoiselle Anti-Pierre was not at home for some reason.Two people who were supposed to be there left tonight when Gerd Schilling came to visit.

Jania has not yet fully glimpsed the connection, but she is determined not to follow the pace set by her opponent, and she is also determined to be one step ahead-that is to say, if the opponent believes that she is sincere, then she should play it by ear, Fire first if necessary.She did that, but she didn't think her behavior was a sneak attack, at best it was a counterattack with hindsight.Because she saw Gerd Schilling's expression.On that young, mean and almost fierce face, she could clearly see a deceitful and sinister look that was far older than his appearance.Those dark eyes were like ghouls—like Lenny Collein in the sea.This association stimulated her nerves, and when she noticed something shaking under the other person, she pulled the trigger without thinking.

What was hidden under Gerd Schilling stretched out.She knew what it would be, a shadow, a blade, a spear that would go through her hand like lightning and knock out her pistol.Things should have been like this, but what erupted from under Gerd Schilling was a boundless black tide.The tide swallowed everything like a tsunami.Now she knew she was dreaming again, only this time she dreamed of a sea of ​​shadows.

She fell into the black tide.whereabouts.whereabouts.Falling is still falling.It reminded her of a rabbit hole down a wonderland, and she felt the wind, or perhaps the current, brush against her cheeks coldly but gently, making her want to just fall asleep.Then she heard horrific screams that were not at all human.It's a fairy in the forest!Those dark green creatures rushed out of the darkness.They pounced on her and bit her, one of them bit the back of her hand, the pain couldn't be more real.

Jania suddenly felt frightened.She has realized that she is dreaming, but she is not able to control the content of the dream as the Internet said.She's never been able to call the shots in her dreams, she just keeps getting into trouble - but this time it's different!This time she desperately wanted to wake up, to see her mother and father, and even to meet Hannah in elementary school.Some urgent fear urged her to get rid of this dream as soon as possible.So she ignored the pounced ghosts, closed her eyes and ran wildly.She knew that every time she tried so hard in her dreams, the cramps from the violent stretching of her legs would always wake her up screaming.

A piercing pain shot from her right toe to her back.Jania raised her upper body stiffly, and retracted her legs with a gasp.Instinctive tears blurred her vision, and her palms were wet and sticky, almost unconscious.But this kind of benevolent numbness was very short-lived. When her toes, which seemed to have kicked something hard, were relieved, the tearing pain in her right hand made her nerves throb violently in her head again, as if a thousand horses and a thousand horses were stepping on top of her head.The surroundings were very dark, and there was a very loud noise near her.That kind of movement was undoubtedly caused by biological activities, but because of her tinnitus, she couldn't hear it clearly.Jania struggled to feel the ground around her as she remembered holding a gun.But she may be confusing dreams with reality.In reality, there will be no spirits in the forest. Who is she aiming at with the gun?

Lenny Collein.An escaped ghoul.

When she thought of the name, she recalled the shipwreck, and felt that she might have drowned, wandering between the world and hell, which is what theologians call the "middle ground" or "Limbo realm". place.She may also have become a lonely ghost—in the oriental ghost stories her brother once told, the ghosts would return home after seven days, and they had been exiled in the outermost areas of the underworld since then, or Wandering in the sun at night.

Regarding the underworld in the eastern world, Jania had an argument with her elder brother when she was a child.She doesn't like a heaven with only brilliance, clouds and stars, but she doesn't believe in a government that governs the dead.Her point of view at that time was a rather simple and strict view of fairness based on the nature of children: death should be the most equal thing that life can get, and it is a moment to liquidate good and evil and show justice.But none of the afterlife was really satisfying: the town priest believed that babies who died prematurely and sages born in B.C. had to linger in Limbo, and even suffer in Purgatory until All the sins were washed away, because they had never been fortunate enough to be enlightened by the Holy Son—then she asked her elder brother: Then how did the primitive people born in the eastern world find their place in the underworld?How do they identify with those who came later to become the leaders of this territory?What criteria are used to choose Hades and ghosts?And, if people can use their merits, fame, and status during their lifetime to win status after death, it means that the social structure of the Yin world is completely influenced by the Yang world, and the values ​​​​of the two worlds are always kept close, and the dead will be more willing to Let someone who is the same as your own age and has closer values ​​​​be the king of Hades.In any case, she would not like to be taught right and wrong after death by an old man in a robe and speaking an ancient language, using the ancient rules that she never agreed to.It is as unfair as a priest's treatment of a sage in BC.She can't bear to go to bed with this unfair view of life and death unless her brother can give her a satisfactory explanation, or admit that it's all nonsense.

No excuses to stay up late.said her brother from the bedside.Oh my god, my Hades is you!
Jania struggled to turn in the dark, thinking that if she had to go to what was called Purgatory or the Underworld, or even one of those places reserved for worse people, then it would be good to stay here.This frustrating thought only appeared for a moment, and then it was thrown away immediately.She found her cheek against the cool, patterned floor, dense and raised like marigolds or hydrangeas.Jania knew at once that there were such tiles somewhere—she must be lying in Mademoiselle Pierre's kitchen!

She got up from the ground at once, touched the wall with her fingers, and walked along the refrigerator to the light switch by the door.The field of vision suddenly became clear, and a flash of lightning seemed to flash through her mind, remembering how she was thrown into this house: She wanted to run home at that time, but something entangled her feet , and then—she didn't feel like she was being pulled and fell, more like losing weight, spinning around, and finally a punch from the back.Perhaps it was mixed with her elder brother's yelling, or maybe it was just the sound of the wind in her ears.She couldn't make out, because when she fell to the dark hard ground, the memory behind her was interrupted.She guessed that she must have fainted briefly.

It appears that Gerd Schilling somehow threw her directly from the street into Mademoiselle Pierre's house.And since her spine wasn't broken in several pieces, she guessed she had entered through a door or window rather than a wall.She poked her head out of the kitchen and saw the door open in the entrance, and felt pain in her back.She had previously felt that the lock on Anti-Pierre's house was a little loose, and she would never complain about it again.

She stood in the kitchen for a few seconds, struggling to concentrate from the backlash and pain.But then she broke free from her stupor, realizing she wasn't alone in the room.The sound of commotion was echoing in the room, and she held her breath to distinguish, and realized that the sound came from above the stairs.

If it wasn't for a leopard that was breaking into the house and wreaking havoc in Pierre's house, then something was fighting fiercely on the second floor.In just ten or so seconds, Jania could distinguish various sounds: soft heavy objects falling to the ground, tables and chairs overturned, broken glass or tiles being crushed, and doors opening and closing due to slamming.She vaguely heard a few hurried footsteps, but she couldn't judge the number of people from this.No one could explain why, but Miss Unty was too fond of thick carpets in the room.

Jania listened with pricked ears, feeling a little creepy.She found that although the noises upstairs were so intense, none of them were reliable enough--reliable enough to be accurately identified as living things--no gasps, groans, or curses to make it all seem haunted.There may be some movement from her elder brother, but... She felt that clenching her teeth was not her elder brother's style. He has always been the kind of person who can't hold his tongue when life and death are at stake.

A tiny chill crawled from Jania's back to her neck, like so many little ice worms trying to get into her skull.The brightness in the kitchen makes the outside even darker, and the two worlds are as distinct as life and death.Jania reminded herself with constantly wavering rationality that although it is human instinct to stay by the campfire to guard against wild animals, it is not suitable to stay in the open in the current situation.Also, she couldn't abandon her older brother who might have become dumb.

There is a wall-mounted knife rack in the corner of the cooking counter in the kitchen. There is only a solitary spoon, a fork and a pair of overgrown chopsticks in it, but it is full of various knives.Jania walked over quietly, hesitatingly lifted the most eye-catching and heavy bone-chopping knife.She only weighed it, put it back in place, and then drew out the long knife in the farthest corner.It's supposed to be a bread knife, but it's thicker and longer than the usual bread knives on the market.Jania had seen Anti-Pierre use this knife to saw through frozen chicken and crispy bones with the ease of cutting through butter.That may be largely due to Anti-Pierre herself, but she has always believed that this knife is of good quality.

At this moment, she held it with her uninjured left hand, tried to swing it a few times, and found that the weight of the handle was far more reasonable than the appearance.She felt as if she had obtained a light swinging stick, the long blade was as bright as new, and the edge was densely serrated.This kind of saw blade can keep her away from danger without being so heavy that it is easy to let go, even in places where she can't maneuver and exert force.Deciding that she had made the best choice, she held it and slowly moved it out of the kitchen, and was about to follow the sound to the stairs when the sound on the second floor suddenly disappeared.

Everything is silent, except for the slight chirping of electrical appliances in the house.Danger lurked in the oppressive darkness, but Jania had stepped out of the kitchen by then.She was determined not to go back, but held her breath and walked to a corner where the kitchen lights couldn't reach, and observed the situation on the second floor there.Unlike her neighbors, who had to worry about children or the elderly all day, Jania had never seen night lights in any corner of Pierre's house, but there was a small window on the landing at the corner of the stairs.The venetian blinds were not closed tightly, and the shredded moonlight fell on the lower stairs in streaks, as if the steps themselves had grown scarred veins.

Jania stared intently at the light source, seeing countless dust particles dancing in a cobalt blue colder than darkness.Her scalp tingled and itched, and she had never felt the air trembling uncomfortably, or believed in ghosts more than tonight.There it is, in a room somewhere up the stairs.But she was still not sure if she should go up, or turn around and flee the house.

Come out.she said in her heart.Even if you are really a devil, let me see what kind of virtue you have.

There was movement in the depths of the corridor on the second floor.It was the sound of a person wearing shoes stepping lightly, and the weight of the two feet was different.Jania's heart skipped a beat as she remembered her brother's broken foot.She couldn't help but leaned forward, trying to see who was coming down from the upstairs.But before she could see anything moving, a slow voice came from the darkness: "So, you're awake."

Jania felt her scalp go electrified, and her heart sank like lead into her stomach.She recognized the voice that greeted her in German, and at the same time realized that it was pointless for her to hide in the corner of the living room.The back of her hand holding the knife was behind her back, and slowly walked halfway out of the hiding place.

The footsteps above the stairs sounded lightly and then heavily, and then Gerd Schilling's haughty face emerged from the darkness, deliberately staying in front of the small cobalt blue window.He looked down at the living room from a height, his face turned directly to her.Jania saw bloody water covering his forehead and half of his face, there was a new bruise on the chin where the beauty groove was faintly visible, and even the shoulders covered by the moonlight were slightly reflecting—blood.It was all blood.His upper body was covered with a lot of blood, and the faint blue moonlight made them look very strange, as if they were covered with wet fish scales.

Jania stared at him so engrossed that she almost forgot her fear and defense.After realizing that Gad Schilling didn't seem to have any serious wounds, she asked, "Where is my brother?"

"Oh, he's dead," said Gerd Schilling. "I just killed him."

(End of this chapter)