Chapter 97: decision time
With his back against the cold wall, at this moment, Igna's thoughts became incomparably clear.
This is a "game".
This is a game from start to finish.
A game between "Polluted Moon" and "The Fool".
In fact, this has already been foreshadowed.
It's just that although he claims to be calm and sober, he is actually extremely dull, sluggish, and stupid.
First of all, the revelation of the "Angel of Destiny" - "Beware of the Moon".
This revelation plays a crucial role in the solution of subsequent problems. Without this one hint, Igna would not have thought of "pollution" or "desire".
And, if this incident is not related to The Fool, why should the Angel of Destiny give a hint?
This is one of them.
Second, the "shirt" that Melissa brought.
Shirts with the breath of "The Fool" and "Gray Mist" are not everywhere on the street.
In this world, only Melissa Moretti can come up with a shirt with a "grey mist".
No matter who Melissa Moretti's brother, Klein Moretti is.
He must have a very close relationship with Fool, at least Mr. Fool's favored one, but he must be above the Angel rank, otherwise the items he has used cannot have the breath of gray fog.
And, such a shirt with a special meaning must be a very important item for Melissa.
She would never just take it out for others to wear.
However, Mr. Fool's revelation told her that she could go to the Nighthawk or "Shellin Hill", and Sherin Hill was better.
And, Sheerin Hill, who happens to be Melissa's friend and Melissa's investor.
Would such a person have clothes that he could wear to the East End?
This is the second.
——And the "Klein's Shirt" with the smell of gray fog was the most important variable in this operation.
"Klein's shirt" carried the aura of a fool and a gray fog.
Under the hostile situation between the infected "Moon" and "The Fool", in the Eastern District where most people were infected, Igna, who was wearing Klein's shirt, was obviously like a blazing sun in the dark night.
Because the infected "Moon" and "The Fool" are hostile, no matter how small the amount of pollution, the infected people will notice the existence of Igna, and Igna will discover the abnormality in the Eastern District.
With his temperament, whether it is Sherin Hill, Ignatius Abraham, or Su Yuanning, he will never let this anomaly go unchecked.
This anomaly was exactly what he expected.
It is a terrifying conspiracy that spreads far and wide.
However, the anomalies discovered in advance, as well as the unhesitating reports, made this conspiracy exposed in advance. Let all conspiracies disappear under a peace and tranquility.
The East End will not be in danger.
People are not in danger.
Backlund will not be in danger.
However, as the finder of the conspiracy, the smasher, he will be in danger, and the people he cherishes will be in danger.
The polluted moon will not let go of this small, ignorant destroyer so easily.
——"Mr. Hill, sometimes, an inconspicuous decision may be able to change the lives of many people."
——“You want to save more people, but the game behind it is not that simple.”
——“Goodness has a price.”
"Do you regret doing it?"
It seemed that someone suddenly said this in Igna's ear. He opened his palm and saw his own reflection in the crystal ball in front of him.
The shadows of the stars reflected on his face, dyeing his reflection and eyes with some strange scarlet light.
"Xingchen has already given you a hint, but you don't listen. You have to do it according to your own ideas." The voice continued.
"Do you regret doing it?"
"You regret it. You didn't listen to Xingxing, and you hurt yourself and your loved ones."
"Those who are saved by you won't appreciate you, they don't know what happened. Because nothing will happen to them."
"But your dear ones, your true loves, will die because of those who will never appreciate you."
"You must be very sorry, right?"
That whisper sounded like reproach, but also like bewitching. The voice was soft but terrifying.
In this soft call, Igna felt that almost every inch of his body began to have his own thoughts, they seemed to be breathing, they seemed to have their own lives, as if they wanted to echo that sound Ask questions, express your opinion.
"No regrets." Igna said, his voice firm.
His hand covered the crystal ball.
The red light on the crystal ball subsided in an instant in his movements, and the voice in his ear disappeared in an instant.
Because Ignatius' words are not slogans or self-deception, but the most real thoughts in his heart.
Even if he knew, he would not be appreciated by anyone, he was the last **** in the game.
He doesn't regret it either.
I will never regret it.
"Because I did the right thing," said Ignatius.
He moved his hand away as he spoke, and the crystal ball in his hand had returned to clarity.
"The only mistake is... I'm too weak."
Stupid, stupid, stupid, and powerless.
If we could see all of this earlier and think more carefully, we would be able to take action earlier.
If you can be stronger, you can protect those cherished people.
Fortunately, everything is not irreversible.
-
April 29.
It was raining in Backlund.
Backlund often rains, but this time, it seems to be a little different.
Li Li twitched continuously, and the sky was full of dark clouds. The taste of water is very fresh, as if it can wash the soul of a person, making people want to stay under the rain for a while longer.
However, too much water will make people feel inexplicable anger and irritability.
Jennings Wenzer felt that this was the truest portrayal of his inner mood.
Yes, over the past few days, Jennings felt that the air was fresh and his soul was washed clean. At the same time, I felt very restless and depressed.
It was so uncomfortable.
Nothing has gone well recently.
"Jingle Bell--"
Pushing open the door of the living room, the wind chimes he and Schelling bought rang. Jennings, put away his umbrella, and hung his wet trench coat by the door.
"I'm back." Jennings said loudly.
But there was no echo, this was the third day Schelling left. The things in the house were not cleaned up, and the boots Jennings had deliberately messed up at the door were still lying there.
Jennings Wenzel can probably guess what happened to Schelling.
Otherwise, it is impossible for an "otaku" like him who stays at home to write articles except when he has something to do without going home for such a long time. Even if you have a girlfriend, you can't keep silent.
Mostly because of something difficult, they asked for leave for him.
At least that's what Joshua said, and Jennings felt that was the only explanation.
"But at least you should write a letter yourself and leave a message."
Jennings murmured twice, but ignored the boots at the door, and hurried back to the room to pack up his luggage.
Temporarily, the bureau gave him and Joshua a mission to communicate with each other for three months, starting this afternoon.
"It's three months since I came back."
"Three months, I don't know if there will be more than one hostess in this room."
Jennings looked at his apartment and sighed with a smile. He continued to mumble and drove downstairs. There were two senior police inspectors in the carriage waiting for them this time. He didn't dare to delay for too long.
-
Melissa looked at the telegram that Rebecca handed to her, her brows furrowed rarely.
She looked up from behind her desk and looked at Rebecca: "Lenburg, a three-month study visit. Only me and you? The train tomorrow morning? Are there two 'government officials' with you?"
"Yes, researcher Melissa." Rebecca's eyes were full of excitement, "This time is a rare opportunity. It was an invitation from the University of Lemburg, and their mechanical machine expansion ranked first in the world. This time It is the visiting opportunity provided by their college. The government also attaches great importance to it and sent people to study together Researcher Melissa, congratulations!"
Melissa Moretti's face did not show the slightest joy.
She handed the invitation back to Rebecca and instructed, "Go and pack your luggage."
"Okay." Rebecca nodded. In fact, after what happened before, she moved to the institute to live with Melissa, and it was easy to pack.
"Are we going back together now, Miss Melissa?" Rebecca asked.
"No." Melissa ran out the door, "I want to go out. You pack up and wait for me."
Twenty minutes later.
The captain's office of the Blackthorn Security Company's Backlund branch was smashed open with brute force.
Dunn Smith raised his head in astonishment. There were some helpless team members standing outside the door, as well as a young lady he knew very well.
"Frye, let Miss Melissa Moretti in, close the door." Dunn sighed.
The pale-skinned Fry nodded and closed the door. Melissa stepped forward quickly, resting her hands on the desk, her brown eyes staring at Dunn.
"Captain." Melissa Moretti went straight to the point, "Tell me the truth."
"What happened. I want to know the truth."
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