messenger from the wasteland
Chapter 101 Heroes and Sinners
Chapter 101 Heroes and Sinners
It was raining outside, the sky was gray, and the windows of Jack's manor were covered with a thin layer of fog, with a light gray color, making the light outside the window look a little dizzy.
The rain was beating on the window, and a young girl was sitting in front of the piano by the window. She was wearing a long black skirt with no legs in the empty skirt.She sat in a wheelchair, her eyes downcast, her long eyelashes fluttering.
Black and white piano keys are reflected in the light green pupils, and a piece of music is played with pale white fingers, and the slightly lonely sound of the piano echoes in the room.
The sound of the piano in the room and the sound of the rain outside the window are mixed together, these two too cold sounds are symphonic, like a person sobbing in a low voice.
There was also a teenager sitting in the room. His hair was a little long, and it must have been uncut for a while, almost covering his eyes.He holds a drawing board and a pencil in his hand. He is drawing a picture, and the pencil strokes the drawing board concisely and quickly.
At this time, the door of the room was opened, and a little girl holding a doll came in.
The girl in front of the window is still playing the piano.
The boy stopped the pen in his hand and raised his head.
He looked at the little girl, with a forced smile on his face, and asked.
"Lily, what's the matter?"
Lily hugged her doll, pursed her lips, and whispered to the two of them.
"Uncle Lawrence is here, and he says he's got Papa's killer."
"Tap." With the sound of a wrong piano sound, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.
The young man sat on the chair in a daze.
After a while, the girl in front of the window turned around, and the faint light outside the window shone on her reddish eye sockets.
"really?"
There was a slight tremor in the voice.
······
Lawrence brought the news of the murderer's arrest. All the children gathered together. Even Claude, who always stayed in the study, walked out of the room. He thanked Lawrence solemnly, but his eyes were still filled with is sad.
At noon, the children left Lawrence to eat together.
The lunch was well prepared, but Lawrence couldn't finish it.
The atmosphere at the dinner table was still somewhat heavy. Although the children expressed their gratitude to Lawrence, no one felt relieved that the murderer had been arrested.
Punishment for sin brings momentary pleasure, but no relief, for what is destroyed is destroyed and what is lost is lost.
Lawrence told the children that the murderer was sentenced to death because the murderer was very special and she killed too many people, so he would carry out the execution publicly the day after tomorrow.
He knew the kids would come then, but he didn't really want them if he could.
Because kids shouldn't see these things, whether it's the sinners, or the executions, or the people who will come and watch.
"Then." Lawrence said, eating the food on his plate.
"What are you going to do in the future?"
There was silence at the dining table, the younger children didn't understand the future, and the older ones couldn't see the future.
Finally, Claude, who was sitting at the table, spoke.
"I plan to apply for a university and become a teacher after graduation."
As the eldest child, he will carry on with his family.
His words seemed to point out a direction, allowing the children sitting at the table to start thinking about facing the future life again.
Joseph paused for a while, then he picked up the water glass on the table and took a sip, then continued Claude's words.
"I will continue to draw. One day, I want to hold an exhibition and let you all come."
As the person who usually talks the least, his words are always so concise.
Claude raised his eyebrows: "Then you have to cut your hair clean first, otherwise I will be embarrassed to tell others that you are my brother."
It has to be said that the current Joseph looks like a gloomy primitive man.
"Heh." Joseph smiled and scratched his too long hair.
"Then I'll go dancing." With two people starting, Joanna also talked about her dream.
"One day I'm going to dance in the Great Hall, wearing a gown that Papa Jack gave me."
"Hmm." Claude showed a gentle smile, and said softly, "That must be beautiful."
Joanna raised her neck and said with a confident smile, "Of course."
"Lily, Lily too." Seeing her brothers and sisters laughing again, the little girl also raised her hand happily: "I will write a lot of stories in the future and read them to Brother Kroll."
Kroll is the youngest child after Lily.
The atmosphere around the table finally became more active, and the children talked about the future.
This was the first time they had such a relaxed conversation after Jack's death, and even Emma had a slight smile on her face.
Lawrence finally stopped having a gloomy face. He didn't bother the children, but spoke to the oldest Claude beside him in a peaceful voice.
"In the future, if you need any help, you can come to me."
Claude looked at Lawrence and said sincerely.
"Mr. Lawrence, we have already thanked you very much. You gave us hope and gave us a chance to start again. Really, thank you, you are a good policeman."
If not for Lawrence, if the villain goes unpunished.
They may be immersed in Jack's hatred and never get out.
Lawrence looked at Claude, the child in front of him evaluated him as a good policeman, but he was not.
Shaking his head with a wry smile, Lawrence said.
"It's not me who gave you hope."
But he didn't say the second half of the sentence.
It is the sinner who is about to be put to death who brings new hope.
······
At dawn on the second day, a news spread throughout the city of fog, that the murderer who killed countless people was arrested.
And the one who caught it happened to be Lawrence, the bloody police officer who was rumored to be it.
There is no doubt that Lawrence has cleared himself of suspicion.
At the same time, without his knowledge, a newspaper published a special report on him.
In the report, he contended with the city's underground forces alone, was not afraid of the threat of force, and never lost his will in the face of the distrust of the citizens.
When everyone regarded him as a murderer, he had been silently guarding the city alone.
The report made him an almost perfect hero.
For the residents of the Fog City, what they lack is such a hero, a hero who can save them.
So it was reported that it was a big sell and sold out as soon as it was sold out.
As a result, Lawrence received everyone's attention and love. He became a much-anticipated hero and everyone's hope.
It was the female reporter who was rescued by Lawrence from the explosion a few months ago who published this report.
It can be said that she did Lawrence a favor. In the report, she deliberately ignored the existence of Chu, because she had promised Lawrence that she would not tell anything about Chu.
When Lawrence found the female reporter and asked about it helplessly, the female reporter just looked at Lawrence with a smile and said.
"This city needs a hero, and you can be the hero."
Facing such an answer, Lawrence did not speak.
Because he knew that he was not the one who really saved the city.
……
The fog dissipated, the sinner became a hero, and the hero recognized himself as a sinner. In the bright light, everyone was waiting for the day when the hero would be executed.
The sinner is so ashamed, but he knows that he can only repent in this way.
Because this is the best result left to him by the hero.
(End of this chapter)
It was raining outside, the sky was gray, and the windows of Jack's manor were covered with a thin layer of fog, with a light gray color, making the light outside the window look a little dizzy.
The rain was beating on the window, and a young girl was sitting in front of the piano by the window. She was wearing a long black skirt with no legs in the empty skirt.She sat in a wheelchair, her eyes downcast, her long eyelashes fluttering.
Black and white piano keys are reflected in the light green pupils, and a piece of music is played with pale white fingers, and the slightly lonely sound of the piano echoes in the room.
The sound of the piano in the room and the sound of the rain outside the window are mixed together, these two too cold sounds are symphonic, like a person sobbing in a low voice.
There was also a teenager sitting in the room. His hair was a little long, and it must have been uncut for a while, almost covering his eyes.He holds a drawing board and a pencil in his hand. He is drawing a picture, and the pencil strokes the drawing board concisely and quickly.
At this time, the door of the room was opened, and a little girl holding a doll came in.
The girl in front of the window is still playing the piano.
The boy stopped the pen in his hand and raised his head.
He looked at the little girl, with a forced smile on his face, and asked.
"Lily, what's the matter?"
Lily hugged her doll, pursed her lips, and whispered to the two of them.
"Uncle Lawrence is here, and he says he's got Papa's killer."
"Tap." With the sound of a wrong piano sound, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.
The young man sat on the chair in a daze.
After a while, the girl in front of the window turned around, and the faint light outside the window shone on her reddish eye sockets.
"really?"
There was a slight tremor in the voice.
······
Lawrence brought the news of the murderer's arrest. All the children gathered together. Even Claude, who always stayed in the study, walked out of the room. He thanked Lawrence solemnly, but his eyes were still filled with is sad.
At noon, the children left Lawrence to eat together.
The lunch was well prepared, but Lawrence couldn't finish it.
The atmosphere at the dinner table was still somewhat heavy. Although the children expressed their gratitude to Lawrence, no one felt relieved that the murderer had been arrested.
Punishment for sin brings momentary pleasure, but no relief, for what is destroyed is destroyed and what is lost is lost.
Lawrence told the children that the murderer was sentenced to death because the murderer was very special and she killed too many people, so he would carry out the execution publicly the day after tomorrow.
He knew the kids would come then, but he didn't really want them if he could.
Because kids shouldn't see these things, whether it's the sinners, or the executions, or the people who will come and watch.
"Then." Lawrence said, eating the food on his plate.
"What are you going to do in the future?"
There was silence at the dining table, the younger children didn't understand the future, and the older ones couldn't see the future.
Finally, Claude, who was sitting at the table, spoke.
"I plan to apply for a university and become a teacher after graduation."
As the eldest child, he will carry on with his family.
His words seemed to point out a direction, allowing the children sitting at the table to start thinking about facing the future life again.
Joseph paused for a while, then he picked up the water glass on the table and took a sip, then continued Claude's words.
"I will continue to draw. One day, I want to hold an exhibition and let you all come."
As the person who usually talks the least, his words are always so concise.
Claude raised his eyebrows: "Then you have to cut your hair clean first, otherwise I will be embarrassed to tell others that you are my brother."
It has to be said that the current Joseph looks like a gloomy primitive man.
"Heh." Joseph smiled and scratched his too long hair.
"Then I'll go dancing." With two people starting, Joanna also talked about her dream.
"One day I'm going to dance in the Great Hall, wearing a gown that Papa Jack gave me."
"Hmm." Claude showed a gentle smile, and said softly, "That must be beautiful."
Joanna raised her neck and said with a confident smile, "Of course."
"Lily, Lily too." Seeing her brothers and sisters laughing again, the little girl also raised her hand happily: "I will write a lot of stories in the future and read them to Brother Kroll."
Kroll is the youngest child after Lily.
The atmosphere around the table finally became more active, and the children talked about the future.
This was the first time they had such a relaxed conversation after Jack's death, and even Emma had a slight smile on her face.
Lawrence finally stopped having a gloomy face. He didn't bother the children, but spoke to the oldest Claude beside him in a peaceful voice.
"In the future, if you need any help, you can come to me."
Claude looked at Lawrence and said sincerely.
"Mr. Lawrence, we have already thanked you very much. You gave us hope and gave us a chance to start again. Really, thank you, you are a good policeman."
If not for Lawrence, if the villain goes unpunished.
They may be immersed in Jack's hatred and never get out.
Lawrence looked at Claude, the child in front of him evaluated him as a good policeman, but he was not.
Shaking his head with a wry smile, Lawrence said.
"It's not me who gave you hope."
But he didn't say the second half of the sentence.
It is the sinner who is about to be put to death who brings new hope.
······
At dawn on the second day, a news spread throughout the city of fog, that the murderer who killed countless people was arrested.
And the one who caught it happened to be Lawrence, the bloody police officer who was rumored to be it.
There is no doubt that Lawrence has cleared himself of suspicion.
At the same time, without his knowledge, a newspaper published a special report on him.
In the report, he contended with the city's underground forces alone, was not afraid of the threat of force, and never lost his will in the face of the distrust of the citizens.
When everyone regarded him as a murderer, he had been silently guarding the city alone.
The report made him an almost perfect hero.
For the residents of the Fog City, what they lack is such a hero, a hero who can save them.
So it was reported that it was a big sell and sold out as soon as it was sold out.
As a result, Lawrence received everyone's attention and love. He became a much-anticipated hero and everyone's hope.
It was the female reporter who was rescued by Lawrence from the explosion a few months ago who published this report.
It can be said that she did Lawrence a favor. In the report, she deliberately ignored the existence of Chu, because she had promised Lawrence that she would not tell anything about Chu.
When Lawrence found the female reporter and asked about it helplessly, the female reporter just looked at Lawrence with a smile and said.
"This city needs a hero, and you can be the hero."
Facing such an answer, Lawrence did not speak.
Because he knew that he was not the one who really saved the city.
……
The fog dissipated, the sinner became a hero, and the hero recognized himself as a sinner. In the bright light, everyone was waiting for the day when the hero would be executed.
The sinner is so ashamed, but he knows that he can only repent in this way.
Because this is the best result left to him by the hero.
(End of this chapter)
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