Three Philosophical Questions for Travelers

"What if you can't get away with it?"

He was silent for a second, "Then accept fate."

"Accept fate?"

"The big deal is to lose the position of judge and become a commoner." Then he was beaten to death, he thought to himself.

Estelle rushed over to hold his hand, and said loudly, "No! That judge in the past did too many bad things, people won't let him go! You can't do that."

Her hands were really soft.Haiwen's heart also softened, and he whispered: "It's okay, I will run too, it's nothing more than wandering."

"Kill me, my lord." Isrit cried, "I am very satisfied if I can enjoy hot water, food and soft clothes before I die. I have never enjoyed such treatment in my life. I'm 17 on my birthday, I've lived half my life, I've had enough."

17 years old?half a lifetime?Oh, and the average lifespan of a woman in this place is less than 40.They will die from violence, disease, poverty, dystocia, and other psychological factors... Filled with righteous indignation, he subconsciously clenched Estherite's hands. Estherite was startled and asked, "My lord?"

"I haven't told you how I died in my previous life."

Isrit was bewildered, "Why did you say this all of a sudden?"

Hai Wentu said to himself: "In my previous life, I worked for a certain nobleman and received a salary every month. Although I was not rich, I still had enough food and clothing. Later I found out that this nobleman took bribes, cheated and exploited us. These people below. So I decided to report him. I want to show the evidence of his bribery to the chief judge of my world, and let him judge right and wrong. Later, this nobleman knew from nowhere that I wanted to report him, he He began to threaten and lure me. However, I am a person who does not take hard things, and I did not engage him for fame and fortune, but for justice." He smiled wryly, "I know this reason is a bit flimsy, but you have to believe it, There are always a few idiots who can't control themselves in this world. Unfortunately, I am one of them."

"It's not surprising. Those legendary heroes, rangers, or noble knights are like this. They fight for honor and justice, and don't hesitate to sacrifice their lives." Isrit showed an innocent smile that a 17-year-old girl should have, "I I like this kind of person!"

Haiwen nodded silently, and said: "But I failed to become a hero to eradicate evil. Before I had time to report, I was captured by the minions of the nobleman. They beat me up and left me in a rainy night. On the side of the road. I walked forward in a daze, trying to stop a car to take me to the hospital, but at this moment a truck knocked me down." He gestured with his hand, "Truck, this is A means of transportation in our world is one of the great products made by the best scholars and the best craftsmen. It is very big and heavy, heavier than three carriages combined, and its collision speed is comparable to that of a dragon. Charge. It hit me and went over my stomach."

Haiwen said as he lifted up his clothes and pointed to the position of his navel, "It was from here that the wheels split me in two and cut me in half." Hearing that word, Isrit covered her mouth and exclaimed, Haven saw that her hands were shaking.

He looked up, lost in memory, and murmured, "I know the pain. I remember, it was a dark rainy night, the rain was pouring, and the streets were dark as hell. I was alone on the road—oh yes 'Half a person'. The rain hit my face, clothes, and intestines. Cutting in half will not kill people immediately. This is an extremely cruel criminal law. The dead will just watch their lives disappear bit by bit. , but unable to recover. So I watched the heavy rain wash away the blood in my body, and watched my internal organs float on top of the stagnant water. Then I started counting down my life, and I counted a full 412 times. Die...can you understand?"

Israet's face turned pale from fright, she covered her mouth and sobbed, unable to speak a word.

At this moment, Haiwen approached her, staring into her eyes, and whispered: "Isrit, death is not as simple as you think! If you are afraid, get out of here and never come back again." !"

Isrit was frightened and retreated into the corner of the room, tears streaming down the gap between her fingers, she was speechless and just nodded vigorously.

Haiwen nodded and said: "Very good, very good. There are fast horses in the backyard, and the money is in the saddle bag. Ride away at midnight, and don't look back."

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ps: Haiwen is not the absolute protagonist of this article, the world will not revolve around him, please calm down, my friend w

[He just happened to be the first to appear on stage]

Chapter 5: Little Charles' gift

Chapter 5: Little Charles' gift

That night, Isrit left the town on horseback.After confirming that she had left safely, Haiwen went to bed.It was already early morning, and he was sunk deep in the big velvet bed, exhausted but nervous.He thought back to the previous conversation with Estherite, thinking about his three questions at the same time.

who am I?This question is temporarily answered.I am still me, I am the one-sided fool in my previous life, Hai Suiwen from the lawful and good camp.

Where do I come from?I come from the earth, from China, and from my past life.He doesn't want to delve into further philosophical questions now, he just needs to identify himself.

In the end, where am I going?

In other words, how am I going to live in this world?

In the past, Hai Suiwen might be willing to obey life and be an ordinary person, but today he is a "person who has died once".As a person who has died once, his thinking mode and ideology will have unknown changes from before.

What has become of him?There is no precedent for this problem in history, because the dead cannot think, and this problem is inherently a paradox.

But now, as a person who died once, Hai Shiwen sees everything from a different angle, and his values ​​are also different.Everything he pursued in the past has become illusory and worthless-money, status, marriage, offspring... His worldly desires have been greatly reduced.There is such a plot in Jin Yong's Tianlong Babu: the sweeping monk made Murong Fu and Xiao Yuanshan fake their deaths, and then brought them back to life afterwards.After the two died once, one no longer wanted to restore the country, and the other no longer persisted in revenge, but they were completely enlightened.The same is true of Hai Wen today, he is like an old monk who has been a monk for a long time, the world of mortals can see through, everything is just passing by.

But there was only one thing he couldn't let go of.

He was lying on the bed half asleep and half awake, the thoughts in his mind intertwined with the sounds in reality.He heard the singing of birds and the heavy coughing of the old man; he heard the whining of the cold wind piercing through the gaps in the broken walls of the dilapidated house; he rolled his eyes, and heard the cry of a child from afar, He heard the sound of carriages rolling over the muddy path, the screams of women and the sound of whipping flesh; he closed his eyes, and his consciousness became more and more blurred. The sound of fat vampires sucking the blood of the poor, he heard the sound of ghosts knocking on people's heads like picking watermelons, he heard Isrit's frightened screams, and he heard his own powerless groans.

He opened his eyes.

He is a person who hates evil, and he can't rub the sand in his eyes. He stubbornly and paranoidly implements his own concept of justice.The last time he paid the price of his life to implement the justice in his heart, but he did not regret it. Cowards always retreat in spite of difficulties, but soldiers become more courageous as they fight.

He wants to eliminate all evils in this world and let everyone live a free and comfortable life-this is the answer to the third question.

This is an idiot's dreamlike idea. If ordinary people listen to it, they may feel that Hai Wen has gone crazy-in fact, he is crazy. He is a person who has died once. What he pursues is not something that ordinary people can easily I understand.He regards justice as his belief, and is willing to burn for his belief. He has already died for his belief once, and he doesn't mind doing it again.

He got up about nine o'clock in the morning and had a servant fetch water to wash him.There is no toothbrush here, and most ordinary people do not have the habit of brushing their teeth. They just rinse with water or scrape tartar with a wooden stick.He asked his servants to bring charcoal and fine salt, and then smashed the end of a short branch into a brush-like fiber to serve as a toothbrush.This can barely keep his mouth clean, so as not to rot a mouthful of teeth early.In a few days, he plans to have some toothbrushes made from pig bristles and animal bones, and some of them will be used by himself, and of course they can be sold outside.

Although he is a liberal arts student, he can't do things like steam engines, gunpowder, and steelmaking, but he can still use the knowledge of modern people to do some useful things.For example, changing people's living habits and igniting the fire of civilization.He can change people's hygiene habits, such as allowing people to drink hot water, such as building sewers and garbage disposal systems, such as changing customs, etc... There are many things he can do.In order to prevent himself from forgetting, he wrote down all the things that came to his mind temporarily in a notebook, including the planning of infrastructure construction, land reform, cultural popularization, educational development, productivity improvement and so on.The most valuable legacy Judge Haiwen gave him was the words and languages ​​of this world. Relying on this ability, he wrote notes smoothly.Instead of writing in Chinese, he used the language of the world to practice his new language skills.The former judge Haven could write fluent cursive script. In order to play the new identity, he had to practice more here.

So today he did this. While he was awake, he wrote some more things, and then locked the notebook in the cabinet to ensure that no one else could see it.

But the most urgent task at the moment is how to confuse the matter of letting Isrette go.He wanted to find a death row prisoner of similar size and appearance from the prison to fill in, but there was no one who qualified; he had to make up a lie to hide Master Charles.

However, this matter was not so easy to handle. In Haiwen's memory, Master Charles was very shrewd, and he would never give up until he saw Estherite's body.Moreover, the Charles family is the richest man in the town and the biggest benefactor of the mayor. The mayor and the Charles family are working together, and the judge Haven is the dog's leg of the two.

In Haven's view, both Charles and the mayor deserve to die—Haven has kindness in his heart, but he will not give any kindness to such an evil person as the mayor. He had murdered no less than ten innocent people, and he was no longer eligible to be forgiven—not to mention that Haiwen didn't think he would repent.To be kind to the wicked is to persecute the good. In his previous life, he hated the evil like an enemy, and this time he will not soften his heart.

His plan at this stage is to find a way to kill the mayor and replace him.He does need a certain amount of power to realize his ambitions.

After lunch he ordered the servants to do a general cleaning of the house, especially the toilets.At first the servants were negative about their work, unwilling to do dirty and tiring work, but after he promised silver coins and dinner with meat, everyone became active.

One of Haven's servants was his confidant, that wretch with the moustache, his chief butler, Dreyer.Dreyer is a master of flattery, and his ability to do things is not bad, but his means of doing things are despicable, greedy and lustful.Haven doesn't like to use such people, but at this stage he has no one else available.So he called Dreyer and asked him what he could do about it.When Dreyer heard that he had let Essraet go, he immediately turned pale with fright, and said, "It's over this time! Lord Ambside, what happened to you these two days? Could it be that your conscience has found out and you plan to become a monk?" ?”

"I don't intend to become a monk, I just want to muddle through this matter."

"How to fool?"

Haiwen thought for a while and said, "We can find another death row prisoner and put her in a hood to kill her."

Dreyer shook his head for a while and said: "Charles is cunning and suspicious. He will definitely check the woman's face himself. If he finds out that we lied to him, he will only be even more angry. By then, my lord, you will not only lose your job, but even your life." No."

"Then what else can be done?"

"The way..." Dreyer pinched his shiny mustache and pondered, "I'm thinking, we have to act first."

"how to say?"

"Kill Master Charles," he said.

under the gift of little charles

under the gift of little charles

The conversation jumped too fast, and Haiwen couldn't keep up with the rhythm, "What did you say? Kill Charles?"

"Don't kill him, and wait for him to kill us?" Dreyer said loudly, and after saying this, he lowered his voice and whispered, "My lord, don't you know? Charles must see that bitch The body of the son will do. This is not just as simple as avenging the father, he is afraid!"

"afraid of what?"

"I'm afraid that woman will be used by others." He squinted his eyes and said in a deep voice, "My lord, don't you understand? Charles has a younger brother!"

Have a younger brother?What about having a younger brother?Just as he was about to ask, he heard someone shouting outside. "My lord, Second Young Master Charles is here!"

Dreyer smiled meaningfully and said, "Here he is, my lord, listen to what he has to say."

So Haiwen went to the reception room to meet the second young master of the Charles family. He was the younger brother of Brunei Charles, Manto Charles.Everyone called him Little Charles.Compared with his elder brother, he is a gentler person. He usually does not do bad things, and occasionally gives symbolic relief to the poor.But the judge knew that their brothers were all the same. Little Charles did a lot of bad things, and the bad things he did were worse than his brother-he would not do small evils that bully men and women, what he did was big evils, and he once sent People assassinate business rivals. He once bribed the former Haiwen to plant and frame others with him. He engaged in monopoly, drove up prices, and watched the poor starve to death.He is hypocritical and fickle, and hides a knife in his smile. If his elder brother is a wolf, then he is a fox.

Little Charles wore a tight white gown, top hat and scarf, shiny boots, and neat clothes. "Your Honor, I'm sorry for the sudden disturbance." He took off his hat, gave a graceful salute, and handed the hat and scarf to the servants beside him.

This look is completely different from his domineering brother.Haiwen thought to himself, but I would rather talk to that villain than fight with a hypocrite.

"Please sit down." He stretched out his hand without hitting the Laughing Man, first to see what he had to say, Hai Wen asked him to sit down, and then sat down himself, he asked, "Second Young Master Charles, what do you want to do today?"

"You can just call me Little Charles." He smiled amiably. "Your Honor, I am here today because a batch of new goods have been brought into the house. I am not sure about some of them. I just want you to come and see them."

This is for a gift. "Master Charles, you are joking. You are a serious businessman, and I am just a judge. How can I be better than you when it comes to goods? You should hire someone else."

Little Charles shook his head slightly and said, "No, my lord, this batch of goods is different. You are more qualified than me." After saying this, he smiled and clapped his hands.Then there was the sound of iron locks rattling from outside. Haiwen looked out the door, and saw a strong servant leading three women in. They were barefoot and fettered, no wonder they made that sound .

"This is a bed slave from the south, what do you think, my lord?"

Haven looked at the three women.Two of them are at most 20 years old, and the other is a little younger, about fifteen or sixteen years old, younger than Islet.They are all good-looking southern women, two of them have straight breasts and plump buttocks, although the younger girls are not as mature and sexy as them, they are also petite and cute; and their brown skin is as smooth as silk , People can't help but want to touch.Nice girls indeed, but they wear fetters and they have pistils branded on their faces--these are the signs of slavery.

"They are all wonderful girls." Haiwen said, "I hope you can... sell them well."

"Oh, my lord, what are you talking about? Since I have brought people into your house, can I still take them out?" Standing beside the three female slaves, little Charles raised his right hand, showing the goods like a gesture, and said , "Do you like them?"

Haiwen had never seen such a formation before, and was speechless for a while in surprise.Little Charles stared at him and asked, "Want to take a closer look, my lord."

"Ah?" He didn't react, "Why look carefully?"

"Take off." Little Charles ordered the three slave girls.

The moment he gave the order, the two older female slaves began to undress, but the youngest female slave hesitated for a moment, looking at little Charles, as if asking: Do you really want to undress here?

Then the strong manservant whipped her on the back.

"Crack!"The sound was really loud, so loud that Hewen trembled in fright, he asked himself, he could not hit such a loud whip; but louder than the whip was the girl's scream, the sound echoed in the room, almost Shattered glass windows.

"This kid has just arrived, so you'll laugh at him because he doesn't understand the rules." Little Charles nodded to him with a smile, but seeing his smile, Haven felt a burst of inexplicable horror.Charles then pointed to the three naked women and asked, "How does it feel?"

For any man, this moment can be regarded as an excellent beauty.But at this moment, Haiwen only had fear and anger in his heart, and he asked, "What exactly do you want to do?"

"Oh, of course I want to have some fun for the adults, so as to enhance our friendship." He pulled up Haven's sleeves, pulled his hand and put it on the female slave, "Come and touch, these girls His skin is so smooth it's like oriental silk."

Haiwen withdrew his hand and said, "I will not accept these gifts."

At this, little Charles clasped his hands together, and said with a sad face: "Oh, old friend! Don't you like it?"

"I do not like."

"That's such a pity."

After saying this, Little Charles walked behind a slave girl with his hands behind his back, and slit her throat with a knife.

Haven was terrified by this scene—not to mention Henwen, even the strong manservant who came with little Charles screamed in fright.It was as if Charles Jr. grabbed the woman's shoulder with one hand, and stuck a dagger into her neck with the other.A human's throat is not that fragile. If you want to cut your throat with a dagger, you have to cut it several times.The slave let out a strangled whimper.She struggled in the arms of little Charles, trying in vain to clasp the hand and grab the knife; but little Charles slit the woman's throat with a knife like sawing wood with a blank face.Foamy red blood poured out like a water pipe split, and Haiwen was standing right in front of the woman, the blood spurted out, sticking to his hair, sticking to his face, warm and slippery.As the smell of blood rushed into his nostrils, he suddenly remembered the rainy night when he died, and only then did he come back to his senses.

He yelled, "Enough!"

"Well, that's enough." As soon as Little Charles let go, the body fell to the ground with a "slap", and there was a lot of blood in an instant.Then the strong male servant retched a few times, the older female slave trembled as if she had been electrocuted, the younger female slave was sobbing, and she was so frightened that she lost control of her urine.However, as Little Charles stared at him, the three of them fell silent.He took out a white handkerchief and wiped his hands gracefully, then threw the handkerchief away, covering the face of the dead woman.The handkerchief was instantly dyed red.

"My lord, I hope you respect our friendship." He looked at the next girl with a smile on his face.The girl was so frightened that she trembled like chaff.

"Well, I respect friendship." Haiwen strode over and took the two girls into his arms, "I accept this gift, thank you, my friend! Now tell me what you want to do."

"I'm so happy, my lord, you are much smarter than my brother." He stood on the pool of blood, the part above his feet exuded gentlemanly elegance, "I just want to use three—oh, No, it's the two bed slaves who will be replaced with you. It's the murderer you left behind, who seems to be called...Esraite?"

He wants Isrit?Why? "What do you want her for?"

"It's a commercial secret, my lord. You just have to give her to me."

"No." Hai Wen temporarily let go of the two girls, and the two girls immediately shrank and stood behind him, "Go and put on your clothes." He whispered.After that, he said to Charles Jr.: "I haven't finished the trial yet. If she is not guilty, she will be released by me. Then you can find her at any time; if she is guilty, she will be sentenced to death. But in any case, you are now Can't see her."

Little Charles looked at him suspiciously, and asked, "My lord, are two beautiful bed slaves from the southern country inferior to a bitch who grew up eating rotten vegetables? Why do you insist on keeping her?"

"I didn't keep her. I just wanted her to accept legal sanctions. I wanted her to be reasonable..."

"Come on, Ambleside!" Little Charles' face darkened. "Tell me, did you let her go? I heard that woman knew the Liberal Woods Witches, the kind... goat-fucking witches." .You..." He stared at Haven, his eyes narrowed tighter and tighter, "Is it related to this matter?"

What did Isrit know... a witch?Haven really didn't know about this. "I just want to..." He didn't know how to answer. Isrit had already left, even if she hadn't left, Hewen couldn't hand it over.He decided to have a showdown with Charles, the worst would be to lose his hat, and just as he was about to speak, Dreyer's voice suddenly came from outside:

"Your Honor, the mayor is coming!"

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Chapter 6: Delair's Loyalty

Chapter 6: Delair's Loyalty

Little Charles glanced out of the door and said: "It seems that I should go, my lord, please send the girl named Islet to me in secret before noon tomorrow, otherwise our friendship will be broken." There will be cracks." He wiped the blood from the soles of his shoes on the floor at the door, and then walked outside.

Haiwen pointed to the blood on the ground and shouted: "Wait! Don't you want to deal with the aftermath here?"