The old lady's first aid went well, and in the village, Mr. Issam's child's fever had subsided.

This is all good news.

However, because of the drug, the old mother has not woken up yet. But Charti's expression was no longer tense, and he obviously let go of the big stone in his heart.

"Charti, if it's okay, I'll go back first. Mr. Issam walked to the ward, "When Grandma is discharged from the hospital, I will come and pick her up." ”

"Thank you, Mr. Issam. Charti said gratefully.

The Mr. Issam smiled heartily at this time: "Raise your hands...... By the way, if there is any difficulty regarding the cost, please let me know, and I will go back and figure it out for you. ”

Charti smiled and said, "Don't worry about the cost, I've already contacted the church here." Here the cathedral reason is to pay for the treatment of the grandmother. ”

"Oh...... That's just great. Mr. Issam nodded and said, "It seems that it is better to have faith." ”

Charti smiled, "If the mutual help between people had disappeared, we would have disappeared a long time ago." ”

"That's just as well. Mr. Issam nodded.

Sarti stood up and placed her palm on Mr. Issam's forehead to give him some blessings—certainly not like Bucky's visible blessings, but a simple ritual.

Or rather, a blessing to the soul.

Before leaving, Mr. Issam suddenly said, "By the way, the kid is still outside...... Do you need me to bring her back? I think this child is a little weird, do you want to take care of her for a few days?"

Charti had no choice but to say, "That kid can't get too far away from me and Mama...... It's okay, I'll look for her later. ”

Mr. Issam didn't know what he meant by not being able to go too far, and thought that the kid was awkward enough to be awkward enough to see people...... At the time of the village clinic.

"Well, call me if there's anything else you need. Mr. Issam nodded, "I'll be with you." ”

A nice person.

Charti looked at the back of Uncle Issam leaving, and thought silently in his heart.

Good people will be rewarded...... That's what the old lady always said.

......

Smoking was not allowed in the hospital, but apparently Mr. Issam was a smoker, so he left the lobby and went to the parking lot outside, so Mr. Issam lit a cigarette and smoked.

Exhaling the smoke for a long time, Mr. Issam surveyed the sky...... By the time I got back to the village, it would be late. The child's condition had improved, and the old mother had returned, and Mr. Issam suddenly felt extremely satisfied.

He suddenly craved the soup his wife's cooking.

He walked towards the parking lot, but had not gone a few steps when Mr. Issam saw Lucifer, who was sitting on a bench in the parking lot.

This kid seems to have been sitting here motionless since the beginning?

Mr. Issam frowned, and subconsciously walked towards the child, who he had listened to when he was at the village clinic, and it always felt like it was not something that a little girl could say...... is so cold, so it forces people into a desperate situation of thinking.

Suddenly, Lucifer, who was seated, slowly raised his head...... The little half-raised head, just enough to see with his eyes, and a strange smile on his face.

Mr. Issam was suddenly stunned in his heart, and suddenly he had a creepy feeling...... The child's innocent smile was supposed to be so terrifying on this child.

"What the hell is going on with this kid......"

He even had to shiver, and when his hand shook, the cigarette between his fingers was accidentally dropped on the ground in an instant...... Mr. Issam came back to his senses and secretly confessed that he had been frightened by such a young child.

Mr. Issam shook his head, laughed at himself, and then bent down to pick up the cigarette butt, but at that moment he felt a sudden stinging pain from behind his waist.

One after another, and another - the pain of two tears in a row!

Mr. Issam's pupils instantly opened, and he screamed, but he was strong enough to barely hold on even if he was attacked. Mr. Issam waved his hand and swept it behind him...... Seems to have swept something.

He clutched himself behind his waist in pain, and stood with some unsteady steps—it was clear that he had been stabbed in the back of the waist with a knife, and it was still twice...... Blood was pouring out at the moment.

And Mr. Issam also saw who the attacker was at this time!

A man with a distorted, haggard expression and a face full of despair, fear, panic, dressed in the clothes of a sick person...... Probably twenty-five or sixteen years old.

And in his hand, at this time, he was holding a small knife - there was obviously bright red blood stains on the blade.

"What do you want to do!Why attack me!" Mr. Issam let out an angry roar at the man, causing him to fall to his knees in a cold sweat.

"I don't want to die...... I don't want to die...... I don't want to die......"

However, the young patient seemed to not be able to hear Mr. Issam's angry scolding, and at this time his body trembled, and he lowered his head and said to himself, "I don't want to die...... I'm so young...... Why...... Why...... Why ......"

"You guy......" Mr. Issam frowned in pain, he needed help from someone else, he needed to stop the bleeding, and at the same time he needed someone to stop the mentally disturbed male patient, "Someone, come and help!!"

Poof——!

Suddenly, the sick man, with his head down and a knife in both hands, rushed towards Mr. Issam again - this time, directly into Mr. Issam's abdomen.

Mr. Issam's gaze widened, great, great.

The man's knife was drawn at once, stabbed at once, and pulled out again—with a desperate and violent grin on his face, "Why me! Why me...... Why do I get AIDS, and why do I not want to die...... You're all going to die!hahaha...... Hahahaha...... Hahahahahaha!!Die, die, die!!

With tears in his eyes, he laughed, "Die, die, die!!"

Mr. Issam eventually collapsed in a pool of blood, and the sound of someone screaming in the parking lot was heard at this moment, and then several people rushed over and pressed the crazy male patient to the ground.

Issam only felt his body cold now, his vision was a little blurry, and he seemed to see Charti who had just walked out of the parking lot entrance.

Charti covered her mouth, her eyes widened, and she ran towards her as fast as she could...... He subconsciously looked at the child sitting on the bench again.

He noticed that the child was still smiling strangely at him. Suddenly, Mr. Issam understood what the smile meant.

Despair.

"Mr. Isam, Mr. Issam!sir!Help, what is it...... Anyone else, help!"

Charti rushed over, hugged Mr. Issam, who was covered in blood, and wept bitterly.

Issam's lips moved at this time, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't say a word, and the person passed out.

......

The sky had turned completely black, and the parking lot seemed cool, and Lucifer was still sitting alone, looking up at the stars in the sky, and seemed to be in a good mood.

Suddenly, Charti walked slowly, her right hand tightly gripping her left elbow, and came to Lucifer.

Charti's face turned pale, "The doctor said that Mr. Issam had a lot of stabs in his heart...... Treatment is ineffective. ”

"Oh, is it?" Lucifer said indifferently, "That's a pity, it's obviously such a good person." It's a pity to have an upright and kind heart, it's a pity, it's a pity. But the moment when the brilliance disappears in front of your eyes is really pleasant. ”

Charti looked at Lucifer, his eyes never blinked, and his voice was low: "The murderer heard that he was an AIDS patient, and he had been treated for a long time, but it had no effect, and he finally went insane and had the idea of revenge against society. ”

"Isn't this kind of thing very common, it's not a big deal. Lucifer shrugged.

"You're right......" Charti asked suddenly.

Lucifer didn't speak, just looked up at Charti.

At this time, as if a switch had been turned on, Charti suddenly rushed up, grabbed the collar of Lucifer's clothes with both hands, and screamed: "It's you, right, right, right, you, right!, you, !!!."

The tightly tightened collar made Lucifer's neck skin shrink, but she still looked at Charti expressionlessly, and said indifferently: "I said, did you see it with your own eyes?" ”

"It's you!!When you were at the village clinic, you almost broke the doctor down with your words...... It's you!!You devil !!."

"I was originally a demon. Lucifer sneered at this time: "It has always been, didn't you already know it...... And, answer me, did you see what I did?"

"Except for you!!!" Charti screamed in pain.

"Except for me...... Lucifer said indifferently, "yes, except for me." Well, think of me as the real murderer. Anyway, isn't it true that human beings have long been accustomed to setting themselves a goal and then releasing all their sorrow, pain, and anger......? A demon, that's just too suitable, right? But ......"

Lucifer's eyes narrowed suddenly, and he teased, "Your God, will you allow this to be done...... Angry. ”

Charti suddenly raised her hand.

Lucifer said indifferently: "Oh, there is still violence, isn't it." ”

Charti's body trembled suddenly, and her arms froze and trembled. Biting her lip, she looked at Lucifer's childlike innocent but unforgiving gaze, and suddenly fell to her knees.

"Tell me......," Charti grabbed Lucifer's collar again and buried her head in it, "tell me...... Why, exactly...... Mr. Issam is clearly ...... Obviously such a good person...... Why, why!"

"Who can ...... Tell me!!"

"Who told you that good people don't die. Lucifer whispered to her, "This is the human world, not the church where you have been staying with only the Light and Maria...... That's the reality. ”

Charti let go of her hands weakly, and then sat down on the ground.