Chapter 69 "I"

I sat in the chair of the police station and watched the two men in black and white checkered uniforms on the opposite side open and close their mouths alternately, as if they were saying something.

The one on the left looked indifferent and seemed to have seen too many misfortunes, while the one on the right was still a little green, with a little pity in his eyes.

I didn't feel the pain, and I didn't regret the stabbing. At that moment, I even felt that I was relieved, and the warm blood sprayed on me was like redemption given by the gods.

I only regret that when I was young, I was chasing money so frantically at the expense of my dignity, my body, and my freedom.

During these few days at the police station, I got enough peace to think deeply about this issue, more thoroughly than I have thought for many years:

Not enough willpower, not enough mental maturity was the source of my mistake, but that doesn't mean they're all.

From childhood to adulthood, the education I received told me that hard work and hard work are for a big house, floor-to-ceiling windows with plenty of light, more than three servants, my own garden lawn, silver or gold cutlery, Dinners full of delicious food, dances with melodious music, etc., etc.

The newspapers and magazines I have read also tell me over and over again that only if you have enough decency can you be called the middle class, the backbone of this kingdom, and the elegant, excellent, not vulgar, and charismatic , who possess both compassion and knowledge.

At the same time, they also tell me what decency is, and decency is a beautiful skirt, clothes that are matched according to different occasions, expensive skin care products, cosmetics, exquisite and fashionable ladies' handbags, a concert, an afternoon tea , a party full of style.

And this switch is calculated as gold pounds, gold pounds, and gold pounds.

It must be admitted that the pursuit of a better life is everyone's instinct, but when a girl has access to every aspect that tells her so, when the mainstream trend of the whole society is decent, refined and elegant, her thoughts It's hard not to be affected.

I don't know what this phenomenon is called. I only know that if all this is not changed, tragedies like mine will continue to appear, more and more.

And at that time, someone will definitely scold:

"Look, these gold-worshiping girls, they sold their souls!"

Subconsciously, I turned my head and looked out the window, I saw a beautiful and prosperous world, and saw the bright red blood flowing in this world.

"Miss Tracy,

Are you listening to us? "A voice pulled back my thoughts, from the young policeman.

I smiled at him and didn't tell him I was thinking about some philosophical issues just now.

It's ridiculous that a gold-worshiping girl who sold her soul would think about such a boring thing when being questioned by a police officer.

The policeman nodded and said to me:

"Miss Tracey, you are going to go to court next, and we will arrange a lawyer for you.

"I'm sorry, there is no witness left, only a confession, which is quite detrimental to you."

"It's okay," I said to him calmly.

I will try my best to defend myself, and I will calmly repent for the crimes I have committed. I only hope that I can have a new life in the future.

I thought about it for a while, raised the corners of my mouth, and said to the two police officers:

"While I'm waiting for court, can you help me borrow some books from the library?

"Well, "Social Thought and Educational Phenomenon"..."

At this moment, I saw that the two police officers were a little dazed, and a little, um, amazed.

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I sat at the bottom of the long mottled table and heard Miss Judgment talking about utopia.

After she finished speaking, I looked around and said in a low voice:

"It's a ceremony."

Unexpectedly, I saw Miss "Judgment"'s eyes freeze to a certain extent, and I felt that Mr. Hanged Man and Miss Justice were looking over, with some conjecture.

At this moment, I can seem to guess what they are thinking:

They would definitely suspect that this was the Sequence 1 ritual of Gehrman Sparrow the World, and they had already used the internal communication of the Tarot Club to know that in the case of a Sequence 0 true god, there could be no Sequence 1.

For this matter, I have prepared an explanation, that is, let them think about the ancient sun god and his eight kings of angels.

Unfortunately, no one asked questions. They may have already thought of the kings of angels, or they may think that the rituals involved in Utopia are mainly to help Mr. Fool to recover further.

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I looked at the beautiful girl who was quiet and dazed, and thought about it and asked:

"Miss Tracey, where do your parents live?"

"They have passed away..." The beautiful girl whose soul no longer belongs to this place replied in a erratic voice.

I lowered my head and recorded:

"Do you have any other relatives?"

The girl turned her head to look out the window and replied casually:

"No……"

My colleague and I looked at each other and raised the volume:

"Miss Tracey, are you listening to us?"

The girl opposite looked away and smiled at me.

She didn't know what she was thinking, the quietness was like a flower blooming alone at night.

The metaphor comes from a collection of poems, my brother told me that reading poetry makes me more charismatic.

Of course, by now, that book of poems has given me more of a mockery, which my colleagues in the police department see as worthless.

After I told the girl across from me about the court appearance, I saw her showing a faint smile and asked us to help her go to the library to borrow some books whose names I found difficult to read.

That smile combined with the title of the book has an indescribable beauty.

After sending Miss Tracy back to the temporary detention room, I packed up the case materials and prepared to visit the lawyer, which was an appointment long ago.

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I leaned back in my chair and listened to the guy "Moon" Emlyn describe his dream.

After the "appraisal" of Father Utravsky, this dream did not originate from the divine revelation of the "Mother Earth".

This has to make people cast their doubts on the moon, on the "fallen goddess", and then encounter pollution... I was almost amused by my own thoughts.

As a senior "diver" and a master of dream interpretation, I have no humility, and I frankly stated my understanding:

"Three possibilities, one is that the dream is inducing you to explore and pursue something, and to some extent interferes with your destiny, and the other is that the dream wants you to interpret it in depth, understand it, and then take advantage of it a little bit. The ground erodes you imperceptibly, and the third is that you are too worried about the "beautiful god", so you dream of the most feared scene.

"The third one may not need to be mentioned. The first two possible responses are the same. Don't think about it, don't explore it, and there's no need to leave Backlund."

After speaking, I saw Emlyn nodded without hesitation.

I knew it was the way he liked it.

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"A murder case?" I browsed the case materials in my hand, and expressed my doubts with the change of the ending, "You should go and hire a barrister."

I'm just a solicitor, and technically I'm not qualified to go to court.

Of course, this is only the most stringent situation, and it does not actually exist. As long as the case is not large and does not involve a criminal court, a lawyer can go to court to provide assistance.

The policeman in the black and white checkered uniform on the opposite side smiled and said:

"Utopia is just a small town, there is no barrister, you have to go elsewhere.

"Furthermore, this case was prosecuted for excessive self-defense. The sentence was very short, and the amount involved was less than £400. It can be tried in the magistrates' court first, and then transferred to the criminal court when it is judged that excessive self-defense is not established."

I understand, do you want to change careers as a lawyer? But normally, homicide cases that are overly defended and prosecuted have to be handed over to the criminal court. Haha, this is the advantage of a small town, many things are not so strict... I thought about it, and said "um":

"Then I'll try to plead not guilty.

"Also, please arrange a time as soon as possible for me to meet that Miss Tracey."

After reading the information just now, I already have a good grasp of this case. The biggest question now is whether the image of Miss Tracy can arouse sympathy.

Well, although my solicitor's license was forged in another place, it doesn't negate my professionalism, but it just happened that I made a mistake in that exam.

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Bansi? Verdu wants to go to Bansi? I sat at the bottom of the long mottled table, looking at the Hanged Man who reported to Mr. Fool, and was a little puzzled about the development of the matter.

Verdu, who is obsessed with mysticism and wants to rescue Mr. Door, does have a certain reason to explore the abandoned port of Bansi. Moreover, he also lived in Bayam for almost half a year, and it is normal to come into contact with Bansi's information... The main problem is that the previous monitoring of "The Hanged Man" did not provide corresponding signs, which made Verdu's behavior a bit abrupt... This matter needs to be paid more attention... I nodded in my heart and heard Mr. Fool Commanded:

"Continue monitoring."

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I played the lyre by the fountain in the Plaza Mayor, I cut the steak with a knife and fork, I was in the church, preaching the teachings of the goddess to the faithful, I stretched out my right hand, and with the attentive help of a gentleman, I left Wagon, I got my long-awaited new dress, couldn't wait to put it on, I was on four legs, chased by a kid, I laughed out loud, and stumbled around with a dog...

Suddenly, we all shuddered, looked up at the sky, and saw an illusory and fine line drilled out of ourselves, extending to an infinite height, extending above a gray mist, extending into an ancient palace, It fell into the hands of a Gao Miao figure shrouded in fog.

Since this period of time, Klein's state has been very strange, it seems that he has completely divided into thousands of creatures, and each clone has its own will, ideas, cognition and destiny.

However, on top of these many consciousnesses, there is a dominant main consciousness. It is constantly subjected to various shocks and seems to be assimilated by the sea of ​​consciousness formed by itself at any time. Stayed awake for a while.

His body has been lying on the ground of St. Arianna Church, and his consciousness sometimes rises to the inside of "Origin Castle", and sometimes sinks into the body.

Various pictures of the Secret Puppet clones constantly flashed in his mind, like a dream composed of a large number of fragments.

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