Collapse 3: The girl who chased the fire moth

"Is Kath the next kid?"

Agnes lowered her head and said.

"...Did you find out? It's true."

The dean was taken aback for a moment at first, but he wasn't surprised at all.

"After all, you are the one who takes care of those kids every day."

brat.

Agnes clenched her hands slightly, and said calmly on the surface:

"The monastery has always lost some beautiful children for no reason."

"Heh, a woman who is blind in one eye has pretty good eyesight and memory."

The dean curled his lips and looked contemptuously at the woman whose left eye was covered by bangs.

"...Yes, I have always had a good memory."

Agnes said blankly.

"If you didn't have a registered permanent residence, you should be one of them. Maybe I would be cruel enough to spend some money to install a fake eye for you... Some people quite like a handicapped woman like you."

The dean pouted and sat down in his chair.

"So, selling them is also for money?"

Agnes asked calmly.

"For money? To survive!"

The dean slapped the table hard,

"What era do you think it is now?! The two continents of mankind are gone! The terrorist attacks that spread all over the world in the past few months... Heh, terrorist attacks, there was almost a war, and the flame moth was just talking about terrorist attacks.

Now who is XX willing to fund the monastery, relying on the a la carte grown by you nuns, you can only survive this winter! "

"...You are right, if you don't sell them, you will die."

"Don't mock me."

The dean snorted coldly,

"I know what you're thinking, yes, I'm cold-blooded, but if you sell them...they can survive, right? At most they will suffer."

"Should... be guilty?"

Agnes stared motionlessly into the dean's eyes, which made him feel a strong sense of guilt like a mirror, and he subconsciously recognized the face.

"Anyway, they are some impenetrable things... if they are sold, they will be sold."

The dean said grimly,

"They should have died a long time ago, so why not die for the living."

"is it?"

Agnes nodded expressionlessly,

"I see."

She walked out of the office and stood in the corridor.

Agnes held out her hand, her fingernails digging into the flesh, blood all over her hand.

"That's not a reason."

She turned her head, looked at the office door, and repeated in a low voice,

"...That's not a reason."

...............

After the tenth collapse

The human world has ushered in an unprecedented shock. At a time when social and international relations are tense, the financial system has almost completely collapsed.

When they defeated the Honkai once again, the aftermath that followed was an economic crisis that swept across the entire human world.

Especially for people in some remote places, they can hardly even afford to eat.

When the panic of the end times gradually occupies the hearts of human beings, public welfare organizations, faith groups, entertainment circles...these things that violate the basic desire of "survival" are all left behind.

What is left is just a person who is struggling to survive.

Chapter 94 Thank You Lord, Thank You

Agnes is no saint.

At least she thought so.

She is not a victim of Houkai, but an orphan of war.

After a certain day, she lost her name, her identity, and her family.

It was the priest of the monastery who adopted her and raised her with other children, including the priest's own daughter.

Agnes wasn't originally called that name, it was the name of the pastor's daughter.

But the priest called her that, and though she did not understand it, she accepted it gratefully.

"Thank you Lord, thank you."

This was the first sentence Agnes said to the pastor after she could read the doctrine.

She feels loved, that she has not been abandoned by the world.

But at that moment, Agnes failed to understand the complexity and guilt in the pastor's eyes.

If she could read it, she might not have said it.

.........

She was betrayed.

When the pastor was young, he was a soldier and shot a couple as enemy soldiers on the battlefield.

And their child was blocked by the parents' corpses. Through the gap, he saw the frightened man and remembered his appearance in his mind.

The pastor was not treated as a hero for shooting civilians, but was dismissed as a stain on the military.

Although he felt lost, but thinking of the couple, he also felt that he deserved it.

But the most difficult thing to dispel in this world is hatred, and the boy still found him.

The pastor's wife died, and he was stabbed blind in one eye. He took his daughter to the monastery in the countryside and lived a life of isolation.

But the nightmare never left him. The pastor had a premonition that he and his daughter would die at the hands of that man.

He had to take measures, he kept adopting homeless children, looking for the only turning point inside.

Fortunately, he found it.

A few years ago, a four-year-old child, a child of the same age as her daughter and with the same silver hair, came to his monastery.

He looked at the child almost excitedly, but worried about scaring the child away.

But his worry was unnecessary, the child misunderstood his eyes, and she misinterpreted maliciousness as kindness.

"Thank you Lord, thank you."

When the pastor heard this sentence, whether he felt guilty or hesitated, only the pastor himself knew.

.........

The pastor was not wrong, and he died in the end.

Since "Agnes" came here, he has treated her like his own daughter, paid attention to her life and study every day, prayed with her, and even took her with her every time he went out.

This made "Agnes" get closer to him, and people in the monastery said that the pastor treated this "Agnes" better than his daughter.

"Agnes" herself thinks so. She feels that she is the pastor's favorite child, and she works harder for this, hoping that the pastor can smile more at her.

But the pastor didn't love her. The pastor loved his daughter more than anything else.

"Is this your daughter?"

Seeing "Agnes" tightly hugged by the priest, the man with the knife in his hand said angrily,

"Very good... I can finally let them and my parents rest in peace. You killed my whole family and turned me into a devil! I want you to experience the same pain today!"

"I do not……"

The words of "Agnes" could not be uttered because the priest sealed her mouth. Perhaps in the eyes of the man, the priest was protecting her.

"go to hell!"

The man showed a ferocious face, and the knife slashed fiercely across the pastor's carotid artery, and even the right eye of "Agnes".

"Ahhhhhh!!! Don't...I'm not...ahhhh!"

"Agnes" cried, looking at the priest, but the priest looked at him without saying a word.

Begging, guilt, hesitation... and determination.

There were so many things that "Agnes" didn't want to understand in those eyes. The pastor didn't repent before he died. Crazy hacking.

"..."

"Agnes" just stared blankly at the night sky as the man kicked the priest's body away.

She has no room for excuses. Besides his own daughter, who else can the pastor risk his life to protect?

"Ha...hahaha...don't be afraid, little sister...if I kill you, I will kill myself too. It's fair to change the life of a family."

The man held the knife, licked his tongue, and put the knife on Agnes' neck.

In the next second, the girl's fragile throat will be cut open, and blood will flow out.

It should be so.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

But the girl who was supposed to be slaughtered didn't know where she got the strength and courage to knock down the man.

The man became unstable for a moment, fell to the ground, and the knife fell to the ground.

"Why why why why!!!"

The girl picked up the knife and stabbed the man in the stomach fiercely, once, twice, three times...

"Why betray me!!! Why why why! I trust you so much...why?! Why!"

The man couldn't say a word, his throat wriggled, and finally he could only burst out blood bubbles from his mouth, and gradually stopped breathing.

"I'm Agnes...I'm Agnes...I'm Agnes!"

"Agnes" held the knife, her expression became more ferocious. She put the knife on her back and returned to the monastery. She came to the underground warehouse, which was the only place where people could hide in the monastery.

"Dad... Is it Dad? Dad, I want to go out... Woohoo, don't lock me up."

Agnes' voice came from the warehouse, as if she didn't know why she was locked up here.

"Agnes, don't be afraid, it's me."

"Agnes" walked over slowly.

"Agnes? Is that you? That's great...Dad he..."

Agnes was relieved when she heard the familiar voice, she poked her head out hastily, wanting to confirm the existence of "Agnes".

But when she looked up, she saw a face dripping with blood.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhly

She crawled back in a panic, because she didn't know whether it was a human or a ghost for a while.

"Agnes, don't be afraid, someone was trying to commit crimes in the monastery just now, the teacher has caught him, let me come to you."

"Agnes" smiled,

"This is just pig blood. That person was a pig thief and took a knife. The teacher was slightly injured and a pig died."

"Yes, is that so..."