It's been the third day in a row that it's raining.

The stormy streets were deserted at this time, and they were soaked in the cold wind and rain, and they could not be relieved.

This winter, which replaced the warm late autumn with an unexpected degree, has turned the climate into a cold and bitter cold in just a few days.

At the end of an alley, a small church was now under such a bitter wind and rain, and the cold wind roared around it, as if to send it a greeting from hell.

Isolated in the alleyways, the exterior of the church looks like it hasn't been repaired for years, the walls are mottled, the windows are mostly shattered or blurred, and the wooden seats inside are mostly rotten and cracked. It was raining heavily, and the air was filled with a strong smell of dampness and decay, which even led to the suspicion that the church had long since been abandoned.

However, at this moment, there are two people inside.

And they are two people who are extremely incompatible with this gloomy and dilapidated bad environment.

Standing on the pulpit was a woman in a heavy black dress.

Her chestnut head was tucked back and she wore a black hat on her head. Although the face is delicate, it is pale and stern, and there is no expression to be seen. This face, coupled with this dark black dress, is just like a woman in mourning.

She stood on the podium with a thick book in her hand, like an evangelist preparing to speak on stage. And behind her, the Son was crucified in agony and looked at the world in agony.

God is looking down on the world. But the world has turned his back.

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and the sound of sparse raindrops kept coming in from outside.

"Humanity has created a desert. It was then named Society. ”

As if the pastor was preaching, she looked under the pulpit with a stern expression. In that cold and solemn tone, he whispered, "People create rules for society, but they turn their backs on them all the time." They keep claiming that everyone is equal, but they desperately want to be superior; They kept saying that they should not fight, but each one of them could not wait to put their opponents to death. Those who follow these rules without complaint are doomed to a morass for the rest of their lives; Those who trample on the rules laugh at their ignorance in heaven!

This small world can't accommodate too many people to get out of the world, so they have to forcibly use empty and meaningless frames. Tie the vast majority of people to the ground, and only the truly intelligent can show how ridiculous the rules are, and then happily trample down the people on the ground and plunder them! ”

The only audience member sitting on the podium listened to her in silence and said nothing.

"On the one hand, they use this hypocrisy to suppress us, extinguish our hopes and ideals, and give us all kinds of sufferings and shackles. Then, as we wept, they spoke to us in amazement as if they didn't know anything. 'Son, what's wrong?' What a pity! '—Ah, what a hypocritical pretense of mercy! "It's like sighing something. The woman on the stage narrated coldly, but there was no sparkle in her eyes. "In that case, then we have to stand up on our own. Break this boring rule and take the one you want. Either we become mortals who silently endure a boring set of rules, or we simply smash those rules to pieces! ”

As if echoing her shouting, as if reprimanding her arrogance, a violent flash suddenly burst out of the sky, and then a dull roar.

"Boom!"

The uncommon winter thunder suddenly flashed a glimmer of light in the already gloomy church, and also illuminated the only listener who was originally hidden in the shadows.

The listener was a young girl.

She wore a white dress, her face was very pale, and she looked both beautiful and unnaturally weak. One of her gold hair was pinned up by a belt, forming a long line that split on both sides.

In the continuous thunderstorm, the woman on the stage looked at her calmly, and a smile suddenly appeared on her originally strict face.

"Miss Treville, you've made your decision a little later than I thought."

"I'm not here to-day to hear you say this, Miss de Beauwon." The girl in the audience frowned slightly, "I finally found a vacancy, and I ran over while Mary wasn't by my side, so don't waste your time." ”

"When a person has decided to kill her brother with her own hands, you should always allow her to confide in whom, right?" With a dim smile, Lola replied in a low voice, "It's a pity that there is only one audience, but it's enough......"

"So you're going to want to talk to you, too?" Fran looked at her with a slight mockery, "I thought you didn't take this kind of thing seriously at all......"

"If it really wasn't a good thing to do, I wouldn't have to put it off until now, miss. I've been thinking about this since 10 years ago, I've been watching for 10 years, and now I'm going to get what I want, and there's only one way to go, so I'm going to go anyway. Lola raised her head slightly, her gaze not knowing where to put it, "Maybe you think I'm completely heartless, but heartless is not real courage, and it's courage to throw all of my heart and liver away for what you want—well, maybe I should say it's evil spirit?" ”

When she said this, she couldn't help but smile again, "I think, at least now, I can feel very relieved, because, because of you...... You can listen to my confession, and you are someone who understands me. ”

"No, I don't understand you." Fran shook her head stubbornly, as if to show her distance, "I don't know what kind of motive you have for this, maybe there are other motives that maybe it's just for inheritance, I don't care about that, but...... I want you to keep the promise that if I do what you want me to do for you, then you have to do what I want you to do for me without hesitation. ”

"Of course, that's no problem – I would definitely do it. Don't. Do I have any other options? As long as my business is done, we will be the closest conspirators. No one can leave anyone behind. Lola nodded. Even if it's just to keep it a secret for you, I can only do what you want. That's right. You've got a most loyal friend, Miss Trelville. ”

Then, her smile became even thicker, and she looked at Fran as if she was joking, "And at that time, you don't need to spend much effort, you can live the happy life you dream of with peace of mind, how enviable!" There is no need to worry about this anymore, and you will cry secretly, and your fate will be caught back in your hands. As your friend, I'm looking forward to this day! ”

As the expression suggests, she is indeed in a good mood today.

In addition to the joy of finding a colleague who conspired to commit crimes, this joy comes more from the fact that the two people have similar circumstances and have made the same choices.

Although on the surface, one of them wants to kill his brother, and the other wants to be united with his brother forever, it seems that they are far from each other. But – aren't the goals the same in essence?

Everything they did was to break the shackles of fate, to realize their ideals, and to regain the happiness that they had dreamed of, but had been sentenced to death. In order to achieve this qiē. They all decided to put aside their conscience and go all the way to the end, regardless of the fact that they had any other considerations. Even the most drastic action is not to be taken.

Either get a qiē, or simply ruin miè. What kind of courage and determination is this?

Shouldn't children who are able to make such decisions at the same time become friends?

In front of Lola's smile. Fran remained silent.

For some reason, her gaze slowly shifted from Lola to the cross in the center of the wall behind her, and then carefully studied the tormented Son on the cross.

He preached the gospel for mankind, carried a sin for mankind, and then he was betrayed and then killed by the people.

In a blur, Fran seemed to see the Father in heaven through it. The merciful and stern deity was looking at the people with exasperation, asking her why she had betrayed her faith and reprimanding her for doing such a thing.

Fran stared at him motionlessly, not backing down.

"I will not repent to you." After staring at Him for a long time, she whispered to herself.

Yes, we don't have to pretend to be reserved to confess to Him, it doesn't make any sense. Only those who don't know what they are doing will repent, and what a person does should bear by himself, so why is it necessary to apologize to Him with false tears while doing bad things? No, our nerves aren't that fragile. Lola patted the book in her hand lightly, and there was a dull soft sound, "Besides, he always does stupid things and disturbs everyone's peace, and we are busy enough just to fix the trouble he has caused us, how can we have time to apologize to him!" Hahahaha! ”

In the small chapel, this beautiful and unpretentious young lady laughed uncontrollably as she uttered blasphemous words before the icon. The church was frighteningly quiet, and must have been hidden in the shadows, except for the occasional roar from heaven to accompany her, expressing the wrath of the Lord.

After laughing for a while, Lola finally stopped.

"Now that you've made up your mind, let's prepare as soon as possible, the sooner the better."

"I agree on that," Fran said, still expressionless, "you seem to have a lot of options?" ”

"That's right, I do have a lot of plans," Lola nodded without hesitation, "I naturally haven't cursed him secretly for so many years, of course, I have to find a way to do it." Of course, I'm still deliberating which option to take, because I have to find a good opportunity and then implement the one that is least dangerous for us. Wait for me, I'll find you again soon, and then ......"

She didn't say any more, because the other party would definitely understand what she meant.

"Miss Treville, I may be a little dismissive of you in saying this, but, for the sake of safety, I'll ask you one more time, one last time." Lola stared at Fran tightly, "I don't need to say it, you can also know what this is and how severe the consequences are, if you regret it now, it will be too late for you to regret it......"

Fran still didn't say a word.

Then, she stood up softly, then turned lightly, and the two bundles of gold fluttered backwards.

"Write to me then."

Then she walked out of the church.

Lola stood on the podium and watched the other party's departing back.

It wasn't until the figure disappeared that she turned slowly, then looked up at the icon on the wall.

Joy, anger, hatred, sorrow, all echoed in the heart, and finally converged into an extremely strong determination.

"You can't stop me." Finally, she said to Him. (To be continued!)

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