Why it never ends

Chapter 140 Pain
On the afternoon of the seventh photo sent to Viscount Rich, Hesta took the book again and sat alone in Ava's glass room to read.

After turning two or three pages, she dozed off.

In the dream, some chaotic and bloody images alternately appeared in her mind.Those are the severed limbs of some men and women, some unidentifiable corpses, some pools of blood, some screams from far or near... They appear and disappear like a montage sequence, and they are like traps one after another, luring Hesta fell.

Sometimes, like a third person who has nothing to do with everything, she just walks quickly through these scenes without casting a single glance at the miserable scene;
But in a blink of an eye, she suddenly became a victim who was bound by iron chains. She felt that someone was secretly watching in the shadows not far away, and slowly approaching. She tried to break free, but her hands and feet could not move.

One second before the danger came, Hesta finally woke up from the dream, and the book on her lap fell to the ground with her convulsion.

There is still a glass house in the autumn rain.

Hesta let out a long breath, closed her eyes, and pressed her eyes firmly with both hands.

"Have a nightmare?"

Hesta looked up in a daze, only to realize that Ava was sitting diagonally across from her at some point.

"……Um."

She turned sideways, picked up the book that fell on the floor and put it on the coffee table nearby. Ava looked at the name on the cover—"Common Mistakes in Genre Fiction".

"Why are you looking at this?"

"Just looking around..." Hesta replied in a low voice, "Looking for some inspiration by the way."

"The inspiration for the crime?"

"Well," Hesta sighed softly, she frowned and pinched the bridge of her nose, "I feel that I have left some clues obvious enough, but the police station seems to be unable to understand them. I want to know where they are. Something went wrong..."

Ava laughed, "Then is this book helpful to you?"

"...It's a bit hard to read, it's too boring." Hesta replied truthfully, "I thought, maybe this is similar to the foreshadowing of the novel. I'm the one who grasps the overall situation, so I think everything looks clear enough , but the 'readers' are not... maybe from the beginning, I buried the clue too deep, and I should have given more hints."

Ava raised her eyebrows, "Interesting metaphor."

"...I have already given them nineteen photos and one corpse, isn't that enough?" Hesta murmured softly, leaning back in her chair, "By the way, I need to borrow your underground printing room tonight , about two hours."

"Yes, remember to put down the sound insulation layer before using it." Ava smiled, "Apart from this, is everything else going well?"

"It went well, I never thought it could be so easy..." Hesta murmured, she looked up tiredly, "Thank you."

Ava's eyes still fell on the book in her hand, and she turned another page.

Only then did Hesta realize that Ava's hands were also pressing a thin book, and the corners of the pages had turned yellow, making it look very old.

"It's nothing, this kind of thing is not worth wasting five years on it," Ava looked at the book with a calm expression, "but you don't seem to be in a good state these days?"

"It's okay." Hesta shook his head, "I'm just a little tired... I have to run around every day, so I don't sleep well."

"Just physically tired?"

"Ah."

Ava smiled, "I originally thought that you would be very excited and happy every day during this period... But it seems that you haven't."

Hesta didn't respond, she was like a swamp that was slowly drying up, and she was tired of dealing with these innocuous questions.

"...have you ever killed someone, Ava?"

"Me?" Ava snorted, with an affirmation in her voice, "What do you think?"

"I don't mean chelates," said Hesta, curling his legs, "but 'people.'"

Ava didn't speak, but Hesta got the answer from her unchanging gaze.

"...When was the first time?"

"Very young," Ava recalls, "maybe...twelve or thirteen?"

"why?"

The old man fell silent briefly, but she quickly smiled, "The feeling of killing 'people' makes you feel very different from killing 'chelates', doesn't it?"

Hesta nodded.

"What's the difference?"

Hesta muses, "'People' will plead, be heartbroken, they will choke, they will sob, they will even confess... Chelates never do that, Chelates just scream, laugh...they are noisy to death."

Ava looked at Hesta, her left hand rested lightly on her left forehead, "Then how did you feel when they begged?"

This time, Hesta was silent for a long time.

Her brows were furrowed and then loosened, as if with some uncertainty.

"I'm confused?"

"Puzzled?"

"I originally thought that since these people dared to do evil, they must have thought about the price they might pay in the future... So, I knew from the beginning that when I appeared in front of them, they would be terrified.

"But I didn't expect that when facing me, Fernan and Hoffman were both dumbfounded, as if my appearance was an accident, as if they... they never thought that they would have... become someone else's knife A day for the dead."

Hesta spoke very slowly, and his voice became softer and softer. In the end, there were almost no real voices in a few words, leaving only a little air current.

She looked at the monstera behind Ava, her eyes were straight.

"Actually, this is not surprising, because someone told me a long time ago... Karma is not the 'iron law' of this world. All rewards and punishments need to be implemented by humans. Without blood and sweat, the guillotine of justice will not fall ...

"But I don't understand. Before me, didn't these people, never... suffer retribution?"

Hesta trembled slightly, she looked up at the roof of the glass house, and slowly opened her eyes wide.

"Not once...not at all?"

Ava quietly looked at Hesta in front of her, "Is this question very important to you?"

"It's important."

"why?"

Hesta frowned.

"Because I don't understand...I don't understand why...why this revenge will..."

She breathed deeply, each breath like the rising and falling tides of the ocean.

"... will it be so painful?"

Ava did not speak. After a long silence, she took off her glasses, got up and walked to Hesta's side, and hugged her trembling shoulders while sighing.

Hesta nearly gritted his teeth.

"These people...these...orders...I don't like any of them."

"Who would like it." Ava said softly.

The old man pulled the blanket over Hesta's back and wrapped Hesta's whole body, but the warm blanket didn't make her feel any better—the cold sweat from the previous nightmare made Hesta's close-fitting clothes become She felt a little damp, and now she felt cold as soon as she touched the flesh.

Close your eyes, the remains of the previous dream are still lying in the darkness.

(End of this chapter)