Chapter 530: Dante's Death (Part 1)

Kill Nightingale's parents? ? ?

This question is ridiculous and even hard to understand, because Nightingale’s parents are obviously still alive, and the lonely aristocratic couple living in Serbia can be said to have become a wealthy couple just because they had such a daughter. They met the most respected family in the local area, and even the mayor was respectful when meeting them.

Therefore, if anyone else heard this sentence, they would be extremely confused.

But the old man on the hospital bed didn't show any puzzlement. He slowly closed his eyes, seeming to be thinking about something. The silence lasted for about half a minute before Dante opened his eyes again, and then weakly road:

"Did Sherlock tell you?"

Since this kind of question is asked, it means that no amount of concealment is meaningful.

Nightingale shook her head: "No, but I am not a fool. After I became an adult, I knew very well that those old couple were not my parents. They were only responsible for raising me, or guarding me."

"You can't find out." Master Dante finally showed a trace of doubt. He turned his head and looked at the baby in his arms, and found that she had grown up. He realized again that so many years had passed.

"There is no need for investigation, just a very simple argument." Nightingale stood beside the old man and responded: "Because of my appearance. I am too beautiful, and that couple cannot give birth to a child like me."

Because they don't look alike?

Are you sure that you are not the so-called biological child of your parents?

What a ridiculous theory this is

But sometimes, looking too different does have the power of ironclad proof. A horse gave birth to a mule, which is more or less justified, but a lion gave birth to a cat, which is a bit ridiculous. Even if it were specific to a person, it would be impossible to have a father with a small head, and the diameter of the son's head would be five times that of his father.

In addition to appearance, in life, in daily conversations, details such as personality, way of getting along, etc., you can actually vaguely see some clues. Just like Nightingale said, she is not stupid, so she Be sure that your parents did not give birth to you.

She even doubted whether she was a human being. After all, as a contractor, the demon she summoned turned out to be something with the same appearance as a human being.

Why do those demons want to take themselves to hell?

Why did Sherlock go to hell, but didn't tell himself about the demon in human form when he came back?

These doubts have always troubled Nightingale, but no one answered her, and she knew that even if she asked, there would be no results.

Again, she's not stupid, she can guess.

"I don't belong to the human world, right." Nightingale said calmly: "If the demon I summon looks like a human being, then it means that there are actually humans in hell. In the same way, I can also make the devil in hell look like a human being. Before I was born, you were the only one in the world who had been to hell and returned successfully. If I originally belonged to hell, it could only have been you who brought me to this world."

This set of causal relationships does not sound very complicated, but it is basically impossible for anyone to dare to think in this direction. It may be that Nightingale is really born with some kind of rebellious psychology, or it may be that she and Sherlock stayed together. As time went by, my mind also got a little bit of the bad habit of being unrestrained.

In short, she spent several years thinking about this possibility, and at this moment, when she faced this dying old man, she finally plucked up the courage to ask, and the moment she saw the old man's silence, she had already Got the answer.

"So, what happened to my parents when you brought me into this world? Did they try to stop you? Did you kill them?"

Master Dante closed his eyes again. The coldness that soaked into the bone marrow in his body finally made him feel a bit of unbearable pain. His originally calm face suddenly looked older:

"Are you talking about the people who gave birth to you? In fact, you have never met them, and you should not have any feelings for them. But if you just want to know an answer, it is true that I killed them. You can even say, you The world I was in was destroyed by me, I turned it into hell.”

Lord Dante spoke slowly. There is an old saying in the empire: "When a man is about to die, his words are also good." So at this moment, the old man seemed to finally tell some stories buried in his heart.

"Why are you doing this?"

"This is a very complicated issue. The two worlds have different cultures and cognitions. If they want to invade here, I will naturally stop them."

"So, because you want to avoid war, you want to destroy that world first?"

This is a subconscious rebuttal of a medical worker. In their hearts, killing to prevent killing would be the stupidest and most absurd behavior.

No one has ever dared to question Lord Dante in this tone, but the latter did not show any disgust and just smiled and said: "A few years ago, Sherlock once asked me a question in the blood prison. If a person He saved the world, but he killed an innocent child, so is he right or wrong?

What do you think? "

"Of course it is wrong." Nightingale replied directly without thinking too much: "Merits and faults are not intertwined, and they cannot complement each other."

"A very pertinent answer. I believe most people would give this answer. And this is what I admire about Sherlock." Lord Dante recalled the scene in the blood prison at that time: "He doesn't care about right or wrong at all. He has his own criteria for judging things, so I made a bet at that time and said that if one day you betray humanity, I will kill you myself.

Now that I think about it, I lost the bet, but fortunately I can afford to lose. Although I haven't done killing for decades, I am still not unfamiliar with it."

A calm tone can most directly show a person's strength. Nightingale thought about the cold body of Sherlock that she had just seen, and suddenly felt that even if the old man in front of her was lying on the bed at this time, he could still turn into a terrifying existence that slaughtered everything in the next second.

"What answer do you want?" she asked.

"It's very simple. Right or wrong depends on the person asking the question and which side you are on." Lord Dante's answer was particularly old-fashioned, just like the question that the superiors always ask their subordinates in those classical literature. "Are you on my side?"

"Right and wrong only depend on your position. From children fighting, to street fights, to life and death decisions, or wars between two worlds, I am a very traditional person. Of course, I know that the other world is innocent and the people there should not die, but they have technology and ideas that are ahead of this century. If they can pass through the gates of hell, they can threaten this world, so they should die.

It's not about right or wrong, it's just that I am a person of this century, and there are things here that I want to protect."

Just like all stubborn and steadfast old people, they have worked hard for their families and children all their lives. Their last wish before death is to see their children again. Even after death, they hope that their bones can return to their hometown.

If we talk about it from this level, Lord Dante can indeed be called the guardian of this world.

"But what about me?" Nightingale looked depressed: "So I don't belong to this world. Before you gave me to the old couple, did you ever think about whether they would treat me well and whether they would really treat me as a child?

All the media said that I embarked on a journey to travel around the empire to save more injured people.

But this is just a good thing to say. No one has ever thought about what kind of life I lived in that family. If I hadn't awakened the ability to cure diseases, I might have married a son of a wealthy family, and I saw his face for the first time the night before the wedding."

This was the first time Nightingale talked about her family. The old woman said to her family, talking about her parents:

"If you were born in this world, and the people you care about are all in this world, then what about me?

I don't belong to this world, and the people I care about were just killed by you not long ago. According to your theory, should I still stand on your side now?"

The old woman continued to lower her eyes: "But this world raised you after all."

"I don't hate the empire, and I have done enough for the empire over the years."

Nightingale's tone was somewhat like what she said when she faced the parents who blocked her door and didn't let her leave:

"I'm just explaining to you why I didn't save you."