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, making the light outside the windows look a little dim.

The rain was beating against the window, and in front of the piano by the window sat a young girl, wearing a long black skirt with no legs in the empty hem. She sat in a wheelchair, her eyes down, her long eyelashes fluttering.

The pale green pupils reflected the black and white keys, the green fingers played a piece of music, and the slightly lonely sound of the piano echoed through the room.

The sound of the piano in the room and the rain outside the window mingled, and the two too cold voices resonated, like a low sob.

There was also a teenager sitting in the room, his hair was a little long, it should have not been cut in a while, almost covering his eyes. With a sketchpad and a pencil in his hand, he was drawing a picture that succinctly and quickly swiped across the board.

At this moment, the door to the room was opened, and a little girl with a doll walked in.

The girl in front of the window was still playing the piano.

The boy stopped the pen in his hand and looked up.

He asked, looking at the little girl with a somewhat reluctant smile on his face.

"Lily, what's the matter?"

Lily hugged her doll, pursed her mouth, and whispered to the two.

"Uncle Lawrence came, and he said he had caught his father's killer. ”

"Click. The sound of the piano came to an abrupt halt as a wrong sound sounded.

The boy sat down in his chair in a daze.

In the middle of the ring, the girl in front of the window turned around, and the faint light outside the window shone on her reddish eyes.

"Really?"

There was a slight tremor in his voice.

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Lawrence brought the news of the murderer's arrest, and all the children gathered, even Claude, who was always in the study, walked out of the room in a rare way, and he thanked Lawrence solemnly, but his eyes were still full of sadness.

At noon, the children left Lawrence to dine together.

Lunch was hearty, and Lawrence couldn't eat it.

The atmosphere at the table was still a bit heavy, and although the children expressed their gratitude to Lawrence, no one was relieved that the killer had been arrested.

Punishing sin can bring momentary pleasure, but it does not bring relief, because what has been destroyed has been destroyed, and what has been lost has been lost.

Lawrence told the children that the murderer was sentenced to death, and because the murderer was special and she had killed too many people, he would be executed in public the day after tomorrow.

He knew the kids would come, but if he could, he didn't really want them to come.

Because children shouldn't be looking at that, whether it's sinners, or the death penalty, or those who will come and watch.

"So. Lawrence said, eating the food on his plate.

"What are you going to do in the future?"

There was silence at the table, the younger children did not understand the future, and the older ones could not see the future.

Finally, Claude, who was sitting at the table, spoke.

"I plan to apply for a university and become a teacher when I graduate. ”

As the eldest child, he will continue to live with his family.

His words were like pointing out a direction for the children sitting at the table to start thinking about the future again.

Joseph paused for a moment, then he took a sip from the glass of water on the table, and picked up Claude's words.

"I'm going to keep drawing, and one day, I'd like to have an exhibition for you all to come. ”

As the person who usually talks the least, his words are always so concise and to the point.

Claude raised his eyebrows: "Then you have to cut your hair first, otherwise I'm embarrassed to tell others that you are my brother." ”

It must be said that Joseph now looks like a gloomy primitive.

"Huh. Joseph smiled and scratched at his overgrown hair.

"Then I'm going to dance. With the two of them starting out, Joanna also talked about her ideals.

"One day I'll be dancing in the auditorium, wearing the dress that Daddy Jack gave me. ”

"Hmm. Claude smiled softly and said, "It will be beautiful." ”

Joanna tilted her neck and smiled confidently, "Of course." ”

"Lily, so does Lily. Seeing her brothers and sisters laughing again, the little girl also raised her hand happily: "I will write many stories in the future and read them to Brother Kroll." ”

Kroll, the youngest child after Lily.

The atmosphere at the table was finally lively, and the children talked about what was going to come.

This is such a relaxed conversation after Jack's death, even Emma has a shallow smile on her face.

Lawrence finally stopped having a calm face, he didn't bother the children, but said in a calm voice to Claude, the eldest beside him.

"In the future, if you need any help, you can come to me. ”

Claude looked at Lawrence and said sincerely.

"Mr. Lawrence, we are already grateful to you for giving us hope and giving us a fresh start. Really, thank you, you're a good cop. ”

If it weren't for Lawrence, if the villains went unpunished.

They may be immersed in Jack's hatred and will never get out.

Lawrence looked at Claude, and the child in front of him gave him the evaluation of a good cop, but he was not.

Shaking his head with a wry smile, Lawrence said.

"It's not me who gives you hope. ”

But he didn't say the second half of the sentence.

It was the sinner who was about to be put to death who brought new hope.

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At dawn the next day, news spread throughout the City of Fog that the murderer who had killed countless people had been caught.

And the one who caught it happened to be Lawrence, the bloody hand officer who was rumored to be it.

There is no doubt that Lawrence cleared his name.

At the same time, without his own knowledge, a newspaper published a feature about him.

In the report, he is alone in the basement of the city, fearless in the face of the threat of force, and never depressed in the face of the distrust of the citizens.

When everyone thought he was a murderer, he was silently guarding the city alone.

The report portrayed him as an almost perfect hero.

And for the inhabitants of the City of Mist, what they lack is such a hero, a hero who can save them.

So the report was a big sell, and it sold out as soon as it was sold.

Lawrence also received everyone's attention and love because of this, and he became a hero who was watched by all and became the hope of everyone.

The story was published by the same female journalist who was rescued by Lawrence from the explosion a few months earlier.

It can be said that she did Lawrence a favor, and in the report, she deliberately ignored the existence of Hatsu, because she had promised Lawrence that she would not tell Hatsu about it.

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 heroes, and you, can be this hero. ”

Faced with such an answer, Lawrence did not speak.

Because he knew that he was not the one who really saved the city.

......

The fog lifted, the sinner became a hero, and the hero confessed himself to be a sinner, and in the light of the day, everyone waited for the day when the hero would be executed.

The sinner was so ashamed, but he knew that he could only repent of it.

Because this is the best result that the hero left him.