I sat on a chair at the police station and looked at the two men in black and white uniforms opposite me, as if they were saying something.
The one on the left looked cold, as if she had seen too many misfortunes, the one on the right was a little immature, with a little pity in her eyes.
I didn't feel pain, nor did I regret that stab. At that moment, I even felt relieved, and the warm blood that sprayed on me was like the salvation given by the gods.
I only regret why I was so passionate about chasing money when I was young, and sacrificed my dignity, body and freedom for it.
During these days at the police station, I have been able to think deeply about this issue, which is more thorough than I have thought about it for many years:
Not firm enough will and not mature enough mind are the root of that mistake I made, but that doesn't mean they are all.
From childhood to adulthood, the education I received has told me that hard work and hard work are for large houses, floor-to-ceiling windows, more than three servants, their own garden lawn, silver or gold-inlaid tableware, dinners filled with delicious food, dance parties with melodious music, etc.
The newspapers and magazines I have read have also told me over and over again that only by obtaining enough decency can one be called the middle class, the pillar of this kingdom, and the person who is elegant, excellent, not vulgar, with character, and has pity and knowledge.
At the same time, they also told me what decent means. Decent means beautiful skirts, clothes matched according to different occasions, expensive skin care products, cosmetics, exquisite and fashionable ladies' handbags, a concert, an afternoon tea, and a party full of style.
All of this can be converted into gold pounds, gold pounds, and gold pounds.
It must be admitted that pursuing a better life is everyone's instinct, but when a girl can tell her everything about it, when the mainstream thoughts in the entire society are decent, refined and elegant, it is difficult for her not to be affected.
I don’t know what this phenomenon is. I only know that if all this cannot be changed, tragedies like me will inevitably continue to occur, and more and more.
And at that time, there must be someone scolding:
Look, these gold-worshiping girls have betrayed their souls!
Subconsciously, I turned my head and looked out the window, saw the beautiful and prosperous world, and the bright red blood flowing in this world.
Miss Tracy, are you listening to us?A voice pulled back my thoughts from the somewhat immature policeman.
I smiled at him and didn't tell him that I was thinking about some philosophical issues just now.
It's ridiculous. A gold worship girl who betrays her soul would think about such a boring thing when she was asked by the police officer.
The policeman nodded and said to me:
Miss Tracy, you are about to go to court next, and we will arrange a lawyer for you.
Sorry, there is no witness left, only confession, which is quite unfavorable to you.
It doesn't matter.I said to him calmly.
I will try my best to defend myself, and I will also calmly repent for the crime I have committed, hoping that I will have a new life in the future.
I thought for a moment, raised the corners of my mouth, and said to the two police officers:
During the period of waiting to go to court, can I help me borrow a few books from the library?
Well, "Social Trends and Educational Phenomenons"...
At this moment, I saw the two police officers a little confused, and a little, well, amazing.
…………
I sat at the bottom of the mottled long table and heard the Miss Judgment telling the story of utopia.
After she finished speaking, I looked around and said in a low voice:
This is a ceremony.
Before I could predict, I saw the judge's gaze solidified to a certain extent, and I felt that the Hanging Man and the Justice looked over, with a little speculation.
At this moment, I seemed to be able to guess what they were thinking:
They would definitely suspect that this is the World Germansparo's Sequence 1 ritual, and they have long used the internal communication of the Tarot Society to know that in the case of the true gods of sequence 0, it is impossible to exist.
I have prepared an explanation for this matter, which is to let them think of the ancient sun god and His Eight Angel Kings.
Unfortunately, no one asked questions. They might have already thought of the angel kings, or they might have believed that the rituals involved in utopia were mainly to help Mr. Fool to recover further.
…………
I looked at the quiet and stunning beautiful girl and asked carefully:
Miss Tracy, where do your parents live?
They have passed away... The beautiful girl whose soul no longer belongs to here replied with a slight voice.
I lowered my head and recorded it:
Do you have any other relatives?
The girl turned her head and looked out the window and replied casually:
No……
My colleague and I looked at each other and raised the volume:
Miss Tracy, are you listening to us?
The girl opposite withdrew her gaze and smiled at me.
She didn't know what she was thinking, but it was as quiet as a flower blooming alone at night.
This metaphor comes from a collection of poems, and my brother told me that reading poetry can make me more charming.
Of course, so far, the collection of poems has brought me more ridicule, and colleagues at the police station think it is worthless.
After telling the girl opposite about going to court, I saw her smile and asked us to help her go to the library to borrow a few books that I found difficult to understand even if I heard the name.
The combination of that smile and the name of the book actually 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. This was something I had made a reservation long ago.
…………
I leaned back in the chair and listened to the guy Emlin, Moon, describe his dream.
After the identification of Father Utlavsky, this dream did not originate from the divine revelation of Mother Earth.
This makes people turn their doubtful eyes to the moon, to the fallen mother god, and then encounter pollution... I was almost amused by my own thoughts.
As a senior diviner and dream interpreter, I am not humble and express my cognition frankly:
There are three possibilities: one is that this dream is inducing you to explore and pursue, and to some extent interfering with your destiny; the second is that this dream hopes you can interpret it in depth, understand it, and then use it to erode you little by little; the third is that you are too worried about the "beautiful god" matter, so you dream of the scene that you are most afraid of.
The third possibility is not to be mentioned. The previous two possible response methods are the same. Don’t think about it or explore it, and there is no need to leave Beckland.
After saying that, I saw Emlin nodding without hesitation.
I knew this was his favorite way of dealing with it.
…………
A murder case?I browsed the case information in my hand and expressed my questions with the changes in the ending sound. You should hire a lawyer.
I am just a lawyer and strictly speaking I am not qualified to go to court.
Of course, this is just the strictest situation and does not actually exist. As long as the case is not big and does not involve the criminal court, lawyers can go to court to provide help.
The policeman in a black and white uniform across the street said with a smile:
Utopia is just a small town, and there is no barrister, so you have to go to other places to hire.
Moreover, this case is prosecuted for excessive defense, with a short sentence and the amount involved is less than 400 pounds. It can be tried in the public security court first, and then handed over to the criminal court after the judgment is determined to be unsuccessful.
You understand very well, do you want to change careers and become a lawyer?
But normally, a murder case that is prosecuted by excessive defense must be handed over to the criminal court. Haha, this is the benefit of a small town. Many things are not so strict... I thought about it and said yes:
Then I'll try to defend innocence.
Also, please arrange your time as soon as possible so that I can meet that Miss Tracy.
After searching through the information just now, I have already gained a lot of confidence in this case. The biggest question now is whether the image of Miss Tracy can arouse sympathy.
Well, although my lawyer license for affairs was forged in other places, this cannot deny my professional qualities, but it just happened to make a mistake in that exam.
…………
Bansy?Wildu wants to go to Bansy?I sat at the bottom of the mottled long table, looking at the hanging man who reported to Mr. Fool, and was a little confused about the development of the matter.
Being addicted to mysticism and wanting to rescue Mr. Wildu does have some reason to explore the abandoned port of Bansy. Moreover, he has lived in Byam for almost half a year, and it is normal to get in touch with Bansy's information... The main problem is that the previous surveillance of the Hanging Man did not provide corresponding signs, which made Verdo's behavior a little abrupt... This matter needs to be increased attention... I nodded in my heart and heard Mr. Fool's order:
Continue monitoring.
…………
I played the lyre by the fountain in the municipal square, I used my knife and fork, cut the steak, and in the church, I told the believers about the goddess's teachings, I stretched out my right hand, and with the diligent support of a gentleman, I left the carriage, I got the long-awaited new skirt, and couldn't wait to change it, I walked on four legs, being chased by a child, I laughed loudly, stumbled and played with a dog...
Suddenly, we all shook, looked up at the sky, and saw illusory and fine lines drilling out from our bodies, extending to infinite heights, extending to a gray and white mist, extending into an ancient palace, and falling into the hands of a Gao Miao figure shrouded in fog.
Over the past period of time, Klein's condition has been wonderful, as if completely differentiated into thousands of creatures, each clone has its own will, ideas, cognition and destiny.
However, above these many consciousnesses, there is a dominant main consciousness, which is constantly affected by various impacts, and seems to be assimilated by the ocean of consciousness formed by itself at any time, but in the end they all persevered, allowing Klein to maintain a certain degree of sane.
His body has been lying under the ground of St. Ariana's Church, and his consciousness sometimes rises into the inside of the Source Castle and sometimes sinks into his body.
The various scenes of the secret puppet clones constantly flashed in his mind, like a dream composed of a large number of fragments.
The one on the left looked cold, as if she had seen too many misfortunes, the one on the right was a little immature, with a little pity in her eyes.
I didn't feel pain, nor did I regret that stab. At that moment, I even felt relieved, and the warm blood that sprayed on me was like the salvation given by the gods.
I only regret why I was so passionate about chasing money when I was young, and sacrificed my dignity, body and freedom for it.
During these days at the police station, I have been able to think deeply about this issue, which is more thorough than I have thought about it for many years:
Not firm enough will and not mature enough mind are the root of that mistake I made, but that doesn't mean they are all.
From childhood to adulthood, the education I received has told me that hard work and hard work are for large houses, floor-to-ceiling windows, more than three servants, their own garden lawn, silver or gold-inlaid tableware, dinners filled with delicious food, dance parties with melodious music, etc.
The newspapers and magazines I have read have also told me over and over again that only by obtaining enough decency can one be called the middle class, the pillar of this kingdom, and the person who is elegant, excellent, not vulgar, with character, and has pity and knowledge.
At the same time, they also told me what decent means. Decent means beautiful skirts, clothes matched according to different occasions, expensive skin care products, cosmetics, exquisite and fashionable ladies' handbags, a concert, an afternoon tea, and a party full of style.
All of this can be converted into gold pounds, gold pounds, and gold pounds.
It must be admitted that pursuing a better life is everyone's instinct, but when a girl can tell her everything about it, when the mainstream thoughts in the entire society are decent, refined and elegant, it is difficult for her not to be affected.
I don’t know what this phenomenon is. I only know that if all this cannot be changed, tragedies like me will inevitably continue to occur, and more and more.
And at that time, there must be someone scolding:
Look, these gold-worshiping girls have betrayed their souls!
Subconsciously, I turned my head and looked out the window, saw the beautiful and prosperous world, and the bright red blood flowing in this world.
Miss Tracy, are you listening to us?A voice pulled back my thoughts from the somewhat immature policeman.
I smiled at him and didn't tell him that I was thinking about some philosophical issues just now.
It's ridiculous. A gold worship girl who betrays her soul would think about such a boring thing when she was asked by the police officer.
The policeman nodded and said to me:
Miss Tracy, you are about to go to court next, and we will arrange a lawyer for you.
Sorry, there is no witness left, only confession, which is quite unfavorable to you.
It doesn't matter.I said to him calmly.
I will try my best to defend myself, and I will also calmly repent for the crime I have committed, hoping that I will have a new life in the future.
I thought for a moment, raised the corners of my mouth, and said to the two police officers:
During the period of waiting to go to court, can I help me borrow a few books from the library?
Well, "Social Trends and Educational Phenomenons"...
At this moment, I saw the two police officers a little confused, and a little, well, amazing.
…………
I sat at the bottom of the mottled long table and heard the Miss Judgment telling the story of utopia.
After she finished speaking, I looked around and said in a low voice:
This is a ceremony.
Before I could predict, I saw the judge's gaze solidified to a certain extent, and I felt that the Hanging Man and the Justice looked over, with a little speculation.
At this moment, I seemed to be able to guess what they were thinking:
They would definitely suspect that this is the World Germansparo's Sequence 1 ritual, and they have long used the internal communication of the Tarot Society to know that in the case of the true gods of sequence 0, it is impossible to exist.
I have prepared an explanation for this matter, which is to let them think of the ancient sun god and His Eight Angel Kings.
Unfortunately, no one asked questions. They might have already thought of the angel kings, or they might have believed that the rituals involved in utopia were mainly to help Mr. Fool to recover further.
…………
I looked at the quiet and stunning beautiful girl and asked carefully:
Miss Tracy, where do your parents live?
They have passed away... The beautiful girl whose soul no longer belongs to here replied with a slight voice.
I lowered my head and recorded it:
Do you have any other relatives?
The girl turned her head and looked out the window and replied casually:
No……
My colleague and I looked at each other and raised the volume:
Miss Tracy, are you listening to us?
The girl opposite withdrew her gaze and smiled at me.
She didn't know what she was thinking, but it was as quiet as a flower blooming alone at night.
This metaphor comes from a collection of poems, and my brother told me that reading poetry can make me more charming.
Of course, so far, the collection of poems has brought me more ridicule, and colleagues at the police station think it is worthless.
After telling the girl opposite about going to court, I saw her smile and asked us to help her go to the library to borrow a few books that I found difficult to understand even if I heard the name.
The combination of that smile and the name of the book actually 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. This was something I had made a reservation long ago.
…………
I leaned back in the chair and listened to the guy Emlin, Moon, describe his dream.
After the identification of Father Utlavsky, this dream did not originate from the divine revelation of Mother Earth.
This makes people turn their doubtful eyes to the moon, to the fallen mother god, and then encounter pollution... I was almost amused by my own thoughts.
As a senior diviner and dream interpreter, I am not humble and express my cognition frankly:
There are three possibilities: one is that this dream is inducing you to explore and pursue, and to some extent interfering with your destiny; the second is that this dream hopes you can interpret it in depth, understand it, and then use it to erode you little by little; the third is that you are too worried about the "beautiful god" matter, so you dream of the scene that you are most afraid of.
The third possibility is not to be mentioned. The previous two possible response methods are the same. Don’t think about it or explore it, and there is no need to leave Beckland.
After saying that, I saw Emlin nodding without hesitation.
I knew this was his favorite way of dealing with it.
…………
A murder case?I browsed the case information in my hand and expressed my questions with the changes in the ending sound. You should hire a lawyer.
I am just a lawyer and strictly speaking I am not qualified to go to court.
Of course, this is just the strictest situation and does not actually exist. As long as the case is not big and does not involve the criminal court, lawyers can go to court to provide help.
The policeman in a black and white uniform across the street said with a smile:
Utopia is just a small town, and there is no barrister, so you have to go to other places to hire.
Moreover, this case is prosecuted for excessive defense, with a short sentence and the amount involved is less than 400 pounds. It can be tried in the public security court first, and then handed over to the criminal court after the judgment is determined to be unsuccessful.
You understand very well, do you want to change careers and become a lawyer?
But normally, a murder case that is prosecuted by excessive defense must be handed over to the criminal court. Haha, this is the benefit of a small town. Many things are not so strict... I thought about it and said yes:
Then I'll try to defend innocence.
Also, please arrange your time as soon as possible so that I can meet that Miss Tracy.
After searching through the information just now, I have already gained a lot of confidence in this case. The biggest question now is whether the image of Miss Tracy can arouse sympathy.
Well, although my lawyer license for affairs was forged in other places, this cannot deny my professional qualities, but it just happened to make a mistake in that exam.
…………
Bansy?Wildu wants to go to Bansy?I sat at the bottom of the mottled long table, looking at the hanging man who reported to Mr. Fool, and was a little confused about the development of the matter.
Being addicted to mysticism and wanting to rescue Mr. Wildu does have some reason to explore the abandoned port of Bansy. Moreover, he has lived in Byam for almost half a year, and it is normal to get in touch with Bansy's information... The main problem is that the previous surveillance of the Hanging Man did not provide corresponding signs, which made Verdo's behavior a little abrupt... This matter needs to be increased attention... I nodded in my heart and heard Mr. Fool's order:
Continue monitoring.
…………
I played the lyre by the fountain in the municipal square, I used my knife and fork, cut the steak, and in the church, I told the believers about the goddess's teachings, I stretched out my right hand, and with the diligent support of a gentleman, I left the carriage, I got the long-awaited new skirt, and couldn't wait to change it, I walked on four legs, being chased by a child, I laughed loudly, stumbled and played with a dog...
Suddenly, we all shook, looked up at the sky, and saw illusory and fine lines drilling out from our bodies, extending to infinite heights, extending to a gray and white mist, extending into an ancient palace, and falling into the hands of a Gao Miao figure shrouded in fog.
Over the past period of time, Klein's condition has been wonderful, as if completely differentiated into thousands of creatures, each clone has its own will, ideas, cognition and destiny.
However, above these many consciousnesses, there is a dominant main consciousness, which is constantly affected by various impacts, and seems to be assimilated by the ocean of consciousness formed by itself at any time, but in the end they all persevered, allowing Klein to maintain a certain degree of sane.
His body has been lying under the ground of St. Ariana's Church, and his consciousness sometimes rises into the inside of the Source Castle and sometimes sinks into his body.
The various scenes of the secret puppet clones constantly flashed in his mind, like a dream composed of a large number of fragments.
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