Why it never ends

Chapter 299 Closing
A photograph was dropped by the assassin. It landed on Villefort's shoulder first, and then swirled to the ground.

Although Villefort's eyes were a little swollen, he still recognized the scene in the photo with the help of the faint candlelight - it was November 4615, the young him and Alvira were in the hospital ward, he hugged Holding Alvira's shoulders, a small baby was swaddled in their arms.

"Tomorrow morning, when the sun comes up, this picture will be sprinkled on Tanyi's main road... and then it will be over."

Villefort raised his head again, wrinkles covered his brow, and his features were twisted together unexpectedly.

"Why this expression," the assassin said with a smile in his voice, "I've already said I won't kill you, aren't you happy?"

"Alvira is innocent...she...knows nothing..."

"Then she will know everything soon." The assassin said softly, "Everything that happened in Roang Palace, and the crimes you let her do...the police will investigate one by one."

Villefort shook his head vigorously, "Danglars lied to me...Danglars lied to me, they just used me as a cover, the whole thing, from the beginning to the end, I simply, fundamentally—"

Villefort's voice stopped abruptly, and the lower half of his face was suddenly pinched tightly by the assassin.

"Villefort," the assassin's black mask approached slowly, "you and them are two sides of the same coin."

Villefort understood at last.

Today, all the excuses he made for himself are meaningless. The spectators surrounding his mansion have already opened their bloody mouths. They just wait for a little bit of blood to drift away, and they will rush forward , tearing him apart.

The assassins only need to drop one photo, and they will fill in the rest of the story - and even make up more lurid guesses...

All are dead, and he will have no more witnesses.

"...Can you change the picture?" Villefort asked suddenly.

"Change what?"

"I should still have a few photos of me and that child alone," Villefort murmured, "Don't bring...my wife, she... shouldn't be implicated."

Under the candlelight, the assassin snorted, "It's really touching. Actually, I don't have to distribute the photos."

Villefort's eyes suddenly brightened, he looked up again, and the candle flame not far away flickered in his eyes.

The assassin got up and walked towards another exit of the chamber, before leaving, she turned her head.

"Look at your sincerity, Duke."

……

When the door to the inner bedroom opened again, Sophie stood up and ran over quickly.

"Uncle! Mr. Shepherd came over just now and asked you how you are, and wanted to come in to have a look. I was really scared to death. Fortunately, I blocked him at the door and told him that you—"

Sophie's whispers stopped the moment she saw Villefort.

His face had lost all color, but it was not as pale as it was when he was frightened before. This slightly vicissitudes of face was gray at the moment, and there was no more brilliance to be seen.

"Uncle...?"

Villefort came back to his senses, he smiled at Sophie, and took back the ring.

"I'm fine," he whispered, "I... feel better already."

"You look really haggard... have you been crying?"

"Oh, yes."

Sophie managed to calm down, and she breathed a sigh of relief, "It's much better to cry... I always do that too."

"Thank you, Sophie... go back and rest."

Sophie walked to the door and couldn't help turning her head, "Uncle."

"what happened?"

"No matter how serious and terrible things are," Sophie looked at him, "they will pass."

Villefort smiled silently.

"How about Joey and I come to see you tomorrow morning, let's have breakfast together."

"it is good."

The door closed again, and the original silence returned to the room.

He turned off all the lights in the house, and heard a strong wind and fierce rain outside the window.

In the wind and rain, Villefort cried with his head in his arms for a while, and sat sluggishly with his head up for a while. He got up from time to time, pacing around the room with his hair pulled, and finally returned to the table.

He watched the fading shadows on the curtains—dawn was coming.

Villefort looked out of the window in horror, tired almost to the point of prostration after the night's violent struggle.His tears had dried up, and he had no energy left to think about other things.

The morning after the rain is so quiet, the continuous dripping rain, the early morning birdsong and a little wind are full of vitality, the sunlight penetrates the faint mist, and the newborn sun shines on every part of the earth indiscriminately. In the corner, the world is reawakening.

Hesta stayed up all night. She folded her arms and stared at the clock on the wall.

The sun had already risen, she frowned and looked at the watch on her hand, and at this moment, the gunshot rang out.

On this quiet morning, the shot was no less than a thunderclap.

Almost at the same moment, Hesta heard the sound of mercury needles breaking through the window, and she heard some heated conversations, followed by screaming and crying...

These noisy human voices were like sounds of heaven in her ears, and Hesta fell on the bed with a smile - all the pain turned into a puff of smoke at this moment, because those villains who had made her gnash her teeth in the middle of the night, all Got what they deserved.

mom.

ended.

This is our justice, and I have, with my own hands, brought it to fruition.

No more nightmares.

I can finally... sleep peacefully.

Tears flowed slowly from Hesta's eyes, and every drop was soaked with unspeakable joy.

……

After preliminary on-site testimony, Alvira was allowed to enter her and Villefort's room.

Villefort himself has been transported away for rescue. Sophie said that the medical equipment inside the mercury needle is very advanced, and people will definitely be rescued, but after seeing the scene, Alvira already understood everything.

—Villefort shot from the side, the bullet piercing his brain.

No one can be saved.

There was a small pool of blood on the floor beside the desk, not even as bad as Villefort had cut his wrist yesterday.

Alvira stood beside it and watched for a while.

On the table was Villefort's diary.

She stumbled forward and turned the pages. The first half of the book recorded his life for nearly half a year—in the summer that just passed, they went to the south coast for vacation together. Staying at Ye Farm for a short time, walking on the uninhabited path covered with sycamore leaves...

Now all this is like a big dream, drifting away suddenly.

Unknowingly, Alvira turned to the last page of the diary.

The whole page of the diary is filled with messy short sentences——

"I didn't do anything!"

"I didn't do anything..."

"I didn't do anything!!"

They are written so hard that every word is like a cry.

Alvira brushed them lightly with her fingertips, and suddenly, she found a line of small words in the corner, which were scrawled and blurred by tears.

"I'm sorry about that."

(End of this chapter)