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Jania never felt like a cold-blooded person.

Of course, she is very concerned about her relatives and friends, as well as Leo and his friends. She will also feel sorry for strangers, such as meeting an elderly and disabled beggar, or dragging several young children on the street. walking woman.But if someone easily put on a heartbroken and weeping look to the beggars on the roadside, she would feel disgusted for no reason.

Is this something wrong?One's aptness to express one's abundant pity and affection seems far from abominable, if not virtuous.But she just doesn't like Ermia Lehmann—the rich only son obsessed with Hannah, the middle-aged baby of a couple of college professors, who was carefully cared for in a mansion with rose-colored stone walls.He reminds Jania of teacup dogs, so pure and delicate, so innocent and pleasing, and all of this is not a deliberate disguise, just like teacup dogs never deliberately try to be cute, those gestures and behaviors are purely natural —is nothing but nature that has been carefully designed and cultivated by man.Just as God molded a stupid, naked man according to his own mind, man molded a dog according to his own mind.Those purebreds with many genetic diseases.Teacup dogs.King Charles Spaniel.Chihuahua.

She tried hard to do Lyman justice.She had many reasons to persuade herself to do so: among boys of his age (and even among adults of his class), Ermia Lehmann was extremely well-bred.He is polite and friendly, and has a gentle and kind attitude to all the hot issues of the day, and it does come from the heart.How many rich young masters of his age would be willing to spend several weekends helping organize a campus charity event?Even if he had other motives—that is, Hannah was the backbone of the organization—at least he was helping.But she just can't forget one little thing.She always thought of that Friday evening, of that dirty and ugly scavenger.So there was always a contempt and annoyance towards Ermia Lyman in her heart.

Maybe I'm not a fair enough person, she thought to herself, maybe I'm a bit cold-blooded, and even though I always try to appear moral, I'm not that sincere.She had to admit that she didn't care whether Ermia Lyman had a pure and beautiful heart, or any romanticized sentimentality.She never appreciated Lehman's delicate and devious rhetoric, and worse than that, she was never really moved by any literary plot about family affection.What if one day mom or dad dies?She did think so, but it didn't evoke the pathos and horror people love to describe.She didn't think her parents would go to heaven, at least her mother wouldn't go to heaven, so her father wouldn't either.They just die, someday in the future.She never felt sad when she thought about it, and it wasn't quite the emotional state of a decent person.

She tried to find an explanation for herself, that is, she hadn't really experienced it yet.Maybe imagining her loss is not the same thing as actually experiencing it, maybe when she actually finds herself left alone in the world, grief and despair will overwhelm her like a flood.At that time, she will find that she is neither particularly cold-blooded nor particularly strong, but just an ordinary person with little experience.In the past, she comforted herself like this, but after tonight, she might not be so sure.

She stared at a cloud of dust flying in the cobalt blue light, slowly digesting the news, savoring the feelings it would bring to herself, as if she was trying to pick a plate of sesame seeds from the ashes.While secretly observing how her psychology changed, she noticed that Gerd Schilling on the stairs was looking at her furtively.He looked, it seemed to Jania, waiting for her to shake her head violently and say "You're lying" in a trembling voice.

He might indeed be lying, to break her spirits, but Jania didn't see the need for it.If her elder brother was still conscious, Fake Xilin wouldn't be able to walk downstairs so easily.No matter what method he used, he had settled her brother.And if all the blood on his body came from one person, Jania would think that person was indeed dead.Her brother was dead—the thought lingered in her head, but it didn't stir up sadness or anger like it had when she had slipped into a coma on the beach.Now that the deal was done, all she could think about was that she had to see the body, to find out exactly what Gerd Schilling had done.And that wasn't even the first priority, now she had to figure out how to get past this one.

"What the hell are you?" she asked, then changed, "What's your real name?"

"I have dropped my old name," said the thing on the stairs, "I act for a higher cause."

"You know Lenny Collein?"

The man who once called himself Gerd Schilling smiled. "He praised you," said the stranger, "even in our sleep we heard him call your name now and then. He was always impressed with you."

Hearing this didn't frighten Jania.She was right again—there was something like Klein in this man.She stared at each other, recalling what she had read in the newspaper.Of course she remembered the two faces that had been published in the photo, but what surprised her was that the features and age of those two faces did not match the person in front of her.He did look like Doppler Colon's Gerd Schilling, not just anyone who might have escaped from prison.How is that done?A pre-arranged cosmetic surgery?But if he could sneak into Regenberg after escaping from prison, investigate Gerd Schilling's appearance, and then arrange a plastic surgery that does not require any legal procedures, that would be too magical.

"I read about an accident in the paper," she said. "Termites brought down the prison."

"Oh, that's not termites."

Needless to say, Jania thought, termites can't make Klein out of the sea. "I also saw two other names in the paper."

The man smiled happily, with some unknown pride: "Tell me."

"Robert, the Robert who made the patients under care into accidents. And..." Jania glanced at the other person's expression, "Rod who loves to kill minorities and homeless people."

A burst of laughter broke out from the opponent's mouth.The laughter was so bright and cheerful, like one hears at sports fields and carnivals, that Jania suddenly felt sick to her stomach.There was a fire rising up in her stomach, she endured the anxiety and said softly: "Lot."

"The only good man in this city of sin," said the other, "son of Abraham, who brought two angels into the city, Lot!"

"Lot, who gave his own daughter to the mob," Jania couldn't help retorting, "why don't you sacrifice yourself? Since you can hear the crazy words of Lenny Collein in his dreams, I guess your relationship is very important." Same."

The face of the other party changed instantly.He looked at Jania viciously, as if she had slapped her in the face.Jania knew that this was not a good thing, and her behavior was tantamount to adding fuel to the fire like her brother.But what does that matter?The rebellious voice in her heart said that if the other party had made up her mind to kill her, flattery would not change anything.

"You stupid and lowly girl, you better learn to behave." His voice became vicious, "I will not let women treat themselves as a thing. If you don't know what the rules are, I will teach them myself you."

You sick-brained sociopath, Jania thought to herself, you might be on your knees licking Lenny Collein's ass while you're homophobic.But she couldn't get the words out of her mouth to make her mother scream.

"I don't remember you looking like this before you went to prison, Rod." She changed the subject calmly, "It's really interesting that life in prison can make you look more like a policeman."

"Ged Schilling"—Jenia now believed his name was Rod, although she couldn't quite remember his last name for a while—was smiling triumphantly again, as if he felt that the question Jania pointed out revealed A certain detachment of his own.So he immediately forgot the previous rebuttal.

"Of course you can't imagine it," he said quickly. "It's part of the revelation. . . . For a man who is devout enough to be trapped in the most helpless place in the world, he must be rescued."

But he was wrong.Jania had seen Klein that strange night, and she had been able to imagine and accept the most grotesque escapes ever since.But she still pretended to be skeptical, so as to arouse the other party's desire to talk more.She sometimes laughs at the villains in stories who love to talk to their victims too much, but at the same time she can understand why they do it-it is so attractive to be listened to by others, all the facts are just I can let myself interpret and interpret, and all the most shady and stupid words are hard to refute. Who can resist such a happy thing?Old people are eager to preach to the young, celebrities and bosses are eager to show their success to the bottom, and aspiring murderers certainly hope to express themselves to their lower reaches of power.There is no more immediate power than the threat of death, and the dying man will engrave every word of his words on his mind.Can attention and flattery be higher than this?That was the best narcissistic timing, Hannah would have said.

"You must have bribed the guards," Jania said sharply, "I know you must have done that."

The other party laughed dumbfoundedly. "You stupid girl," he said with contempt, but at the same time showed more complacency and satisfaction, "you are only a little smarter than other stupid people, but your imagination only ends here. Bribing the prison guards ? You think paying prison guards can do things like mine? You witnessed it before, but it must be beyond your comprehension. Well, I guess I'll have to show you again."

He raised his hand forward, and the shadow reflected on the steps also rose up, crawling layer by layer on the fence-like spots of light on the stairs until they crossed the boundary of the cobalt blue light.Jania hadn't fully understood what was going on, but her instinct made her shrink her neck suddenly.Something sharp slid past her cheek, there was a short screech in the air, and something behind her collapsed.

Jania's body fell to the side and staggered half a step.She stood firm and stretched out her right hand to touch her face.Her cheek didn't tingle, but maybe that was because the cut on her right hand was enough.When she was sure that she was basically alive, she turned her head and glanced behind her quickly.By the kitchen light, she could see that the outermost chairs at the dining table had been overturned, perhaps torn apart.In a quick glance, she could only see the back of the chair lying on the ground, and all four chair legs were only short.Suddenly, she imagined a very specific and terrifying scene in her head: her brother just fell on the ground, his torso was in the same direction as the back of the chair, and his severed limbs were scattered everywhere.There was a violent jerk in the inside of her chest, and the imperturbable calm was disturbed.

She looked back at Lot, thinking quickly in her mind.The situation was hopeless, she had to admit it, but she still had to continue to take risks, like knocking around on a gradually lowering iron wall, hoping that there was still a gap that could escape the sky, until a blur The idea gradually formed in her head.

"I did see it," she said. "Well, here's what got you out of there, and I admit it's impressive...but what evidence do you have for it to be a miracle?"

Lot had a grim look on his face, as if he was considering hitting her with that shadowy thing.But he didn't, so Jania continued rather riskily: "As far as I know, no saint has ever performed a miracle using this... what should I call it? The mark of being chosen? But It doesn't look holy at all. I think it looks like witchcraft and the work of the devil. How can you prove it holy?"

"I can make it devour your flesh." Rhodes said softly, "I will hang your head on the gate of your absurd house, just like the heads of pagan generals on their gates. "

It would be a lie to say that there was nothing scary about it, but Jania decided to follow through with the plan.She made up her mind not to show any cowardice, but said in a slightly provocative tone: "You can do this, but I don't know any saint in the scriptures who did this, only the evil gods of paganism can do such things. "

She paused a little guilty, because in fact she never read the scriptures in full.She had only read the first two of the five, and Malcolm was always vague about what was between Joshua and Job.Jania was impatient to verify, but she had an intuition that there must be something in it that adults don't want children to see.But now she's not backing down, there's nothing to be ashamed of, and Hannah once pretended to read a book that didn't exist, just to tease Lyman for fun.

"Only Salome would ask for St. John's head," she said presumptuously. "If you cut off my head, it would only prove that I am a martyred saint, and you are only a witch who flatters the devil. Even if you kill me, I will go to heaven because I am more devout than you."

"Nonsense." Lot said, his face was expressionless, but his shoulders were raised slightly excitedly. "You don't know anything about the kingdom of heaven."

"Do you know more than I do?" Jania asked back, the finger holding the knife moved quietly, relieving the paralysis caused by the poor blood flow, "If you are really a person who has been inspired, you should make water out of the rock , and then turn the water into wine, so that people will be convinced."

"That power belongs to only one person," Lot said, "but I have seen that paradise..."

A flash of obsession flashed across his face, and his voice became erratic and gradually lowered.Jania realized that this might be her last chance - she could rush up and drive the bread knife into his belly.But in the end she chose to hold back, because the chances of success seemed too slim: she and Lot weren't close enough, the knife wasn't reliable enough, and the belly wasn't deadly enough.These were good reasons, and on top of all rational considerations, she found herself curious about the oddity.

"Paradise?" she asked.Asking this sentence might have ended her best chance for a sneak attack, but Rhodes seemed extremely satisfied with her question.He slowly stretched out his hands in front of the window, fascinatedly looking towards the dust in the air, as if touching and admiring things that Jania could not see.

"That night I arrived at the source of the four rivers," Lot said. "When the cage collapsed, I walked into the night and the mist. The mist was bright, but excessive hunger and thirst made me close to blindness. I was in Wandering so long in that field, praying for protection and enlightenment, and I never lost my faith, so I deserve my reward. In that glowing mist, I heard the river. What a sound! Everything! It is as beautiful as the scriptures, and even better. I have seen the orchard in full bloom, and the gold and pearls and onyx. I was baptized in that garden and I was born again."

Jania listened blankly, she looked into the other person's eyes, and felt that these words were all crazy.But after all, she has also seen strange sights, the hanging garden in the sea.How different is it from Eden outside the island prison?However, seeing that scene did not bring her anything, and she did not develop any supernatural powers.For a moment, she felt dazed, a kind of pure confusion about the huge world itself, out of the current situation.But she quickly returned to her footing. "Did you see the angels? Those who were sent to watch?"

Rhode's face sank again, he really looked like a person who was driven out of Paradise by the angels. "I heard their voices. Those who came from heaven and the men of Galilee. They taught me how to escape from that island. They set me free because they knew that my actions were for a higher purpose Serve."

"But what's your plan, Lot? Why are you here? Did they call you?"

Maybe it was just an illusion of the moonlight. In the short silence, Jania actually felt that Rhodes' face was as blank as hers.He didn't seem to know why he was here, and none of them could grasp their position in front of those visions and strange things.Realizing this almost made her empathize with the monster in front of her—almost, if it weren't for him, he might have killed her brother.

"All actions are in the grand plan." Lot said, "The eyes of mortals are not enough to see the whole picture."

Jania turned her head to one side. "They didn't give you a clear plan, did they?" She speculated, "You just found me here based on Klein's words. But in fact, that's not what they gave you. All they gave you was— ’ She stretched out her arm and waved, and her shadow followed suit. "Such a skill."

"Such a skill!" snapped Lot. "What stupid little trick do you think it is?"

Jania was silent, trying to appear irrefutable.What she weighed in her heart was the last encounter.Zhou Wenxing never brought up any religious topics, neither did Chi Labin.The two of them seem to understand the situation better than Lot, because they don't seem to be surprised by their own abnormalities at all. "It's not magic, but you can't prove it's not magic, Lot. If you want to prove that what you're in contact with is divine power, you have to come up with more convincing evidence. They don't ask you to resurrect the dead." , don’t tell you to turn water into wine, but let you have such an unheard of ability, what’s the reason? You have to make sense of this, right?”

Her tone was so soft that she was even unfamiliar to herself, as if she was already guilty and was about to be shaken by a miracle.She didn't wait for the other party to speak before continuing: "I know angels kill people too-a lot, but they didn't ask you to kill my brother, did they? You did it yourself, because Colein mentioned I."

"All my thoughts can't be hidden from them," Lot said. "They already knew that I wanted to come here. And since I'm here, they made me come."

It was an argument in its own right, Jania thought bitterly, and how happy she would be to use this logic in a mathematical proof.And that's why she always hates people who are full of scriptures, and I'm afraid she will hate them even more from now on.If only she had a future. "Are you sure they sent you here to destroy me? Klein loves to kill children because he thinks it will give him purification and immortality. I don't remember God saying that."

"God is merciful." Rhodes declared inexplicably solemnly. "Klein's starting point is good, and his heart is focused on the Tao. It's just that his romantic thoughts made him misread the revelation."

That was a ridiculously big misreading.Jania tightened her lips and held her tongue, but her shoulders involuntarily relaxed. "Then, you have no reason to kill me."

"You are a blasphemer, little girl. You must have done many impieties, some of which may have been hidden from me, but not from the holy eye. A witch shall not let her live."

You might as well tie me up and throw me in the river, Jania thought, and see if I sink or float or perform a magic trick to escape. "I haven't done any witchcraft. Didn't Klein tell you? All I did to him was call the parents. Is there anything evil about it?" There was a little questioning in her tone . "And you know what I think, Lot? It's possible that you're right. They did want you to come to me. They didn't come to kill me—didn't it occur to you that the job of a disciple was to teach?"

For the first few seconds, Rhodes seemed to be having trouble digesting her language, like Hanoverian Brits trying to understand a southern accent.Jania didn't give him a chance to organize his words, but threw out the words she thought of first. "It was Mary who witnessed the resurrection of Christ—the one of Magdalene," she tried to mix with a wavering yearning and curiosity in her tone, "They say Mary was a whore, but she was also blessed disciple, can't you? A woman can be the most devout believer...even my brother, if you hadn't killed him."

She saw a sneer on Lot's face.Evidently she was a little too impatient, but there was no turning back, and she made up her mind and said, "My brother is a man of miracles, Lot, and believe it or not, it's true. Before you showed up, he was telling me He saw Klein."