Chapter 237: Anxious Melanie

Melanie stepped onto the stairs with a nervous mood. As the height increased, her mind seemed to be gradually rising.

The restless heart finally calmed down, and the light in her head shone with the light of reason.

She knew that she had seen through the cult's deception and brainwashing. Although she didn't understand why she could break free from the control of the seeds of blind loyalty left in her heart by Winfores Morgan, she clearly understood that this would definitely not be a bad thing - obviously her mind had been liberated.

This "liberation" did not revive Melanie's long-forgotten secular sense of morality - she never cared about the lives of the gang members who had become pigs. She believed from the bottom of her heart that all these evil guys deserved to die.

But those working people, dock workers, street prostitutes, single mothers who came to consult normally... they were truly innocent people.

Even if they could not get free medical treatment, they should not become pigs that move the source of vitality like those evil guys, and should not face the result of life exhaustion and slow decay and death so early.

Even though Melanie was silently reciting the poem of Zi Wuren in her heart at this moment, perhaps because the light in her skull was seriously damaged, she could not restrain the overflowing compassion in her heart - it was as if there was a voice in her heart telling her to give up those unkind thoughts and recall her original self.

She used to be the lowest working class in London. She also grew up in the slum streets full of mud. She was full of sympathy for the lower class people who suffered from the hardship of life in this land - but even Melanie herself did not realize that her sympathy was actually limited.

When she was in Ilkesmouth, she devoured the light in the skulls of those malicious locals, but she was not merciful at all - her compassion was only willing to give alms to the poor people in the city.

‘They work hard, but they can’t even afford a safe house. They may even have their fingers cut off and be expelled from the factory after a mistake. They struggle on the edge of poverty with their bodies full of occupational diseases...’

‘Even though life is so difficult, their eyes are full of beautiful visions of the future every time they see a doctor. ’

‘They deserve a better future, instead of being greedily sucked of their vitality by the hospital and becoming a burden with organ failure and unable to get out of bed. ’

‘But what can I do? Should I disobey Winfreys’ orders? ’

Melanie recalled Winfreys Morgan’s gentle smile every time he gave a speech, and she couldn’t help feeling a little sick. But even so, she couldn’t expose the other party’s hypocritical mask and expose that cruel and bloody true face to everyone... But who would believe what I said? The church members who were also kept in the dark?

‘The seeds of blind loyalty have been deeply buried in their hearts, and they can’t see through Winfreys Morgan’s disguise at all... They can only stick out their tongues like a pug and lick Winfreys’ palm. ’

Melanie apologized to the poor people who should not have to endure such pain and torture in her heart, ‘I’m sorry... But I can’t save you. I can’t save myself... I have been tied to the wrong train of the Crossroads Order. Even if the train track has shifted to other roads, I can’t jump off this fast-moving train, let alone go to the cockpit and pull down the brake lever. ’

‘Unless there is an insurmountable gap in front of the track, causing the train to stop by itself... But the greater possibility is that we will all fall into the endless pit. ’

‘Or, if there is other external forces involved...’

Melanie seemed to be planning a dangerous plan in her heart. She had unknowingly stepped onto the last step and came to the top floor of the hospital. At the end of the corridor was the dean’s office where Winfreys Morgan was.

It was late at night, and the hospital was so quiet that only the faint groans of pain, like the howling of the breeze, were left, as if the terminally ill patients were curled up in their quilts and crying sadly.

Even the heartbeats sensed by the heart were abnormally weak. Such weakness was not just simple weakness, but another terrible disease.

The amplitude and frequency of the heartbeat were extremely abnormal. This was not the heartbeat that a normal human should have. The arrhythmia was like a fool desperately beating a drum, but even the drummer's own condition was extremely bad. The sound of the drum was sometimes excited, sometimes depressed, and sometimes still... But how could a mortal heart withstand such strange changes?

The road to the dean's room was not far, but Melanie felt it was particularly long. The whitewashed walls on both sides looked pale and creepy at night. Every seven steps, there was an orange oil lamp to guide the way. The lamp was hung on a curved iron hook, and for some reason it was swaying slightly, as if there was a silent wind rippling in the passage.

Melanie suddenly felt that the iron-faced and ruthless palace guards seemed to be hidden in the lights. They were staring at the two generals who had returned from the battle. Their piercing eyes seemed to be able to examine the evil intentions in the hearts of the two.

And she and fellow church member John were like rebels who were about to be escorted for questioning. They were escorted by four "fellow church members" in front and behind and the guards on both sides to meet the supreme emperor.

Melanie couldn't help but take a deep breath, but in order to prevent the four "fellow church members" from noticing something unusual, she exhaled very slowly and lightly.

The cool winter night air slowly inhaled into her mouth and nose, and her mind seemed to regain a trace of rationality in the cool air that filled her lungs. She knew that she should be more alert at this moment, pretending to be a loyal believer, and must not let Winfreys Morgan find out that she had broken free from his blind loyalty.

So she began to calm down and squeezed out a professional smile - this would not seem abrupt. She had always maintained such a polite and measured smile inside the hospital, and it was sure that Winfreys would not notice anything unusual.

But in fact, the closer Melanie got to the end of the corridor, the more she inevitably panicked. Fortunately, the second-level heart phase could allow her to accurately control the beating frequency of her heart, so she did not reveal her feet before meeting Winfreys.

In the end, she inevitably stood in front of the absolutely quiet dean's office. Winfreys had set up hidden rituals in his residence and workplace, and his heartbeat rhythm would never appear within the range of the believers' perception. Keeping a certain distance from the believers is the best way to create a mysterious and powerful image.

The leading secret believer stopped and said in a deep voice: "The leader can only meet one person at a time. Fellow Melanie, let's start with you."

Melanie nodded and knocked gently on the door. The door was as thick as ever, and knocking with her knuckles would only produce some extremely low knocking sounds.

Winfreys' disgusting voice sounded from behind the door.

"Come in, Melanie."