Chapter 579 Prepare for a Rainy Day (Two Chapters in One)

Plop.

Mrs. Maggie collapsed to the ground, feeling that all her strength was drained away in an instant.

A knife was inserted from the side of her waist, all the way to the handle.

It didn't hurt much, Mrs. Maggie only felt a sharp pain, the wound was cold, and then her whole body was a little cold.

Waves of pain came from her stomach, as if something was stirring inside.

The murderer had disappeared, and there were angry people all around.

"Give us an explanation!"

"Will we die?"

People shouted slogans and surrounded the priest in the square.

Panic did not disperse the people, but instead made them gather on the street.

No one knew whether these two people died because of the prayer just now, and no one knew whether they would become the third one.

Therefore, they did not even dare to flee, but gathered around the priest more and more, surrounding the priest for an explanation, but no one was willing to believe the priest's explanation, which could only make the noise louder and louder, making Charles Square more and more chaotic.

People were worried about themselves, and no one noticed that their neighbor of many years was lying on the ground with a knife stuck in his body, watching a pair of big feet stepping on him.

The knife was small, and it was not obvious when it was stuck behind Mrs. Maggie. It felt cold and didn't hurt much, as if it was just a small cut.

Maybe... it didn't stab deep?

However, the pain from the body and an indescribable feeling of weakness made Mrs. Maggie have a very ominous premonition.

No, it was stabbed very deep, as if something was pressing against my internal organs.

My injury should be very serious, can it be cured? I'm not going to die, am I?

Mrs. Maggie was a little confused for a while, and the fear of death rose in the landlady's heart, which made her already weak legs tremble even more.

What will Martha do after I die? Mr. Lynch is so good, he will definitely take care of her, but now it's so chaotic, and there is a plague, can she really hold on?

When thinking about Martha's future, Mrs. Maggie's heart immediately became a ball, and the fear of death was instantly dispelled by maternal love.

No, no.

I can't let this happen. Even for Martha, I have to do something.

By the way, Mr. Lynch.

That person must want to stop me because this thing is very important.

The slender hand clenched the empty picture frame in her hand. Although she was lying on the ground, Mrs. Maggie's mind was extremely clear at this time.

I want to find Mr. Lynch and give this thing to him.

Mrs. Maggie didn't know where Lynch was, but there was a simple logic in her simple thinking.

Lynch is now a big shot.

There are many big shots in the city hall.

So Lynch is likely to be in the city hall, at least someone there knows where he is, I want to find him and give this thing to him.

Only he can stop everything from happening and protect my little Martha.

Thinking of little Martha, Mrs. Maggie Hudson didn't know where she got the strength from, and she moved her body while enduring the pain of the wound, and touched the dagger on her waist with her backhand.

It was deep and painful, but she didn't dare to pull it out.

The education from Officer Natalie Angell made her know that she must not pull out the dagger at this time, otherwise she would soon lose her strength and bid farewell to this world.

This can't be done. Before that, I must send the message out, and I must die after sending the message.

Maternal love is the most powerful force in the world, especially Mrs. Maggie's maternal love that is so strong that it is almost paranoid. The sudden burst of power made her climb up, staggering and holding the people around her.

"Help me!"

However, no one paid any attention to her.

Everyone was worried about their own safety, and everyone was questioning the pastor, asking the pastor to explain clearly, but no one was willing to believe what the pastor said, leaving the pastor speechless and could only watch the situation become more and more chaotic.

And the more this happened, the more angry and panicked people became, and no one cared about the neighbors who had lived together for many years were in danger and seriously injured and dying.

No, no one helped me.

Although surrounded by people, there was no one to help her, so Mrs. Maggie was so helpless, so helpless that it made her desperate.

Her body became weaker and weaker, and her wounds were in great pain from the inside out. Mrs. Maggie just wanted to continue to lie on the ground and lose consciousness. However, when she thought of her beloved little Martha, her weak body was suddenly full of strength, as if even the wounds didn't hurt that much.

No one helped me, I went by myself!

The courage came from nowhere, and the landlady took the first step with a dagger in her waist.

It was okay if she didn't move, but if she moved a little, the wounds on her internal organs and the outside expanded at the same time, her muscles tore, and the pain instantly swept her consciousness.

It hurts so much.

Mrs. Maggie's muscles twitched in pain, and she was about to cry. She just wanted to give up.

But no, I want to protect the space where I live, I want to protect Martha, and protect the people I love.

What world events, what to participate in or not, I want to protect the people I love, I want to fight for myself.

I must do what I should do.

Wiping away the tears from her eyes, Mrs. Maggie let out a suppressed, crazy roar. Even though the muscles on her face were twitching in pain, she still took the second step.

It hurts, it hurts, it will be fine once it's numb. I'm going to give the things to Lynch, and I'm going to protect little Martha.

Step 3, step 4, the pain became more and more intense, the clothes gradually became warm and wet, but women are far more terrible than men when they are ruthless. Even if her teeth have bitten her lips and her nails have embedded in her palms, she still clenched the empty picture frame in her hand, dragging her bloody footprints step by step out of the noisy Charles Square and walking towards the city center.

I want... I want to find Mr. Lynch.

The city has fallen into chaos.

The problem does not seem to be limited to Charles Square. The whole city has blossomed in many places. There are noises and noises from many directions. In many places, there are angry people accusing the priest.

And panic is the most contagious thing. Soon, the area of ​​panic and anger is getting bigger and bigger, spreading from the city center to the whole city.

The streets are full of swaying crowds, and panicked people can be seen running around everywhere. Screams and cries are heard one after another. For a time, the city seems to be doomsday.

Mr. Lynch, Mr. Lynch.

Normally, it takes dozens of minutes to walk, but now it feels even longer. As Mrs. Maggie moves slowly, her eyes become blurry, and everything seems to be shaking. The only thing to be thankful for is that the pain of the wound has become numb.

No, I have to persist, I must persist.

This has become the only obsession that supports Mrs. Maggie, making her move her legs mechanically and numbly like a puppet, but she never falls down. It seems that a strong will can really turn the impossible into possible.

Unfortunately, it is just an appearance, and the reality of the world is always so cruel.

With a burst of footsteps, it seems that a panicked person ran by, his shoulder brushed her arm, and then ran over without even looking.

The contact that was not worth mentioning at ordinary times was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. Mrs. Maggie swayed a few times on the spot, and could no longer maintain her balance. She fell to the ground powerlessly, twitching and unable to get up. Only the blood flowing on the ground was still shocking.

No, I can't fall down yet, I'm not willing.

Mrs. Maggie, who had fallen to the ground, had no strength to get up. Her arms shook several times, but immediately went limp again.

It hurts so much, I’m so tired, I can’t stand up anymore, I’d better give up.

She was exhausted physically and mentally, and was dying.

The blood that had been lost had completely drained the landlady’s strength, and even moving a finger was quite strenuous.

The blood that was oozing out bit by bit had drained all her strength, and she even had great difficulty moving a finger.

Is this the only way to go? Did I fail to do it in the end?

No, I can’t fall down. If I fall down, what will happen to Martha?

For Martha, I will sacrifice everything, even if I have to crawl, I will crawl to Mr. Lynch.

This is not a metaphor, but a real crawl.

I don’t know where the delicate body hides such a strong willpower. The landlady, who can no longer stand up, stretched out her hands to dig the ground and crawled forward bit by bit. There were panicked people running around, and people running by stepped on her fingers from time to time, but Mrs. Maggie still gritted her teeth, endured the multiple severe pains from top to bottom, inside and outside, and moved slowly with her hands.

Her bright golden hair was already full of mud, her clean clothes were also covered with blood, and her slender fingertips were bleeding with nails, but she always had only one belief in her heart, I must see Mr. Lynch, and for Martha, I must protect this world.

Her movements became softer and softer, and closer to stagnation, but that was only close. Mrs. Maggie's movements never stopped. For her daughter, she had already disregarded everything.

However, just as the landlady's movements became more and more difficult, an unobservable strange glimmer was pouring out of her body, as if driven by something, and shot towards the sky. .

This was not an isolated case. Similar strange lights rushed into the sky from many different corners of the city. No one knows where these lights outside the observation come from, but they just rise from the ground, gather into one in the air, and then turn into billions of lights, sprinkled on everyone in the world.

And right below the place where the light converges, a group of people are gathering in the huge ballroom on the top floor of the Medea Hotel.

Eight young ladies are arranged in a circle, each dressed in a gorgeous dress, playing the violin on their shoulders, the sound of the violin is melodious, making the ballroom look like a large-scale music performance.

But it is not.

Because the ground where the eight ladies are surrounded is engraved with a huge circle with a radius of five meters. There are countless symbols like musical notes between the lines of the circle, which looks like a secret array, but it looks quite special.

The lines in the secret array are crisscrossed, and dark red liquid flows inside. What's more special is that the liquid is not bloody, but bursts of alcohol fragrance.

It's not blood, it's wine, the fine red wine of the Carile Winery in 1376, the royal family in wine.

Indulge yourself in music and wine, and replace a lifetime of pain with a moment of happiness. This is the creed of the happy girl.

Those who believe in her are also free and easy by nature. Let alone music and wine, it is not surprising even if they perform other things on the spot.

The Pope Selina of the Joyful Church did not perform anything. Her fingers gently twisted the wine glass, and the attendant beside her immediately filled the glass for her. Pope Selina took a sip, curled her lips, and casually poured out a glass of priceless wine. The wine seemed to be attracted by some force and quickly merged into the wine flowing in the lines on the ground.

Huh~~

As the wine was poured in, the wine flowing in the gullies of the secret magic circle became smoother, and the invisible light ball gathered in the sky suddenly radiated unobservable light outward like the sun, shining on the Rhine City below.

"That young man is really right." The Archbishop of the Earth Goddess looked up at the ceiling, as if he could see through the entity and directly look at the light ball outside. Eight representatives of foreign churches gathered in this dance floor, and they had obviously been waiting here for a while, just now, "The other party really has a countermeasure."

"It is said that he has communicated with the Shadow Alliance many times and has a deep understanding of the other party's methods." The female pope said with a smile, "But I really didn't expect that he would ask me to help him."

"Humph, Selina, this guy's performance is obviously guarding against us, without any trust." The archbishop of the forest goddess Flanda said angrily, "'The enemy is too vicious and may leave a backup plan. If someone really tries to incite the people to disrupt the ceremony, no matter what method they use, people will panic and despair, but there will definitely be people in the crowd who show courage and determination. I heard that your church is best at mobilizing emotions, please The Holy See of the Pope extended a helping hand, creating as much atmosphere as possible, magnifying the courage and determination shown, and letting them infect everyone. The power of example is infinite. Once the people are infected, they will inevitably burst out with unexpected brilliance. Humph, the guess is quite accurate, but you don't even show your face. Do you really want to cooperate with him just because of his letter? "

"Shouldn't he be on guard against us?" The female pope said lightly, "and the theory he said is very interesting. I also want to try whether it is really effective. Besides, helping him is also helping us. Didn't you help when we were arranging it just now?"

"That's helping you." The Archbishop of Flanda turned his head away, but his mind was always focused on the light ball above his head. While radiating the faint light outward, the light ball was also constantly absorbing the faint light gathered from all over the city.

"However, although his calculations are good, they may not be flawless." The servant of the God of Wind trembled his ears and smiled strangely, "I hope he doesn't regret it."

"What happened?" Everyone's eyes turned to him.

"Nothing, it's just that the first person who truly showed courage and determination in the face of disaster, and who relied on her guidance to make the snowball roll bigger and bigger, can no longer hold on. I really want to help her, but it's too late for us to do anything now. I hope he won't regret it for the rest of his life when he knows it in the future."

Hiss...

The calm and cruel words made the archbishops feel a little cold in their hearts, and they seemed to see the lost and painful look of the young man in front of them.

Is it too late to do anything?