Late at night, in the silence of the bathroom, only the sound of the faucet dripping. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The warm water vapor filled the air, making it difficult to breathe, but before you knew it, the water vapor had been controlled by some force to seal the bathroom.

The dense and complex music theory is self-contained, and it blends into the water vapor as soon as it appears, without any fluctuations, only exists between existence and absence, and it is difficult to detect even if it is close to the extreme.

Charles **** soaked in the bathtub, as if to relax, but his eyes stared at the ceiling in silence, as if there was something extremely interesting there.

Even if the hot water has soaked the body to white.

It wasn't until a long time later that a faint voice came from my ears.

"Calamity Dragon?"

The old voice sighed softly, "I see. ”

It is none other than one of the current principal leaders of the Silent Organ, one of the musicians of the saints, Handel.

If it weren't for such heavy news as the Calamity Dragon, I'm afraid there would be no way to alarm him. Even Handel, after listening to Charles's report, was silent for a long time, and only after many verifications did he dare to determine whether it was true or false.

Although he was already sure of everything, it wasn't until Handel's mouth was affirmed that Charles couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and the great exhaustion hit him, making him want to fall asleep.

After going through so much, he finally learned about the plans of the revolutionary army in the Holy City, and his mission was successfully completed.

It's finally time to be free.

Charles just wants to get some sleep now, and when he gets out, find a better tavern and have a drink with his teacher and brother.

"You've worked hard. Handel's tone was unusually gentle, "We'll be more prepared." ”

Silent.

Charles waited silently, and after a long time, his brows slowly furrowed: "And then?"

For some reason, he suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

When Handel heard his question, he immediately wondered, "Do you have anything else to report?"

"When am I going to retreat?"

Charles propped himself up from the bathtub and whispered, "When are you coming to pick me up?" I can leave at any time now, as long as you ......."

His words were interrupted.

"Charles, your mission is not over. ”

Handel's voice grew cold: "It's not yet time for you to leave. ”

Charles froze.

"You ......"

He only felt that there was a little darkness in front of him suddenly, and the inexplicable panic became thick, and he couldn't breathe: "You guys...... You're not going to let me do this undercover, are you?"

Handel didn't speak, but Charles's voice was raised: "Didn't you say that if you find out what Gaius wanted to do in the Holy City, release me!"

Do you know how many times they've suspected me? Do you know how many people are staring at me outside this villa? Do you know how much risk I took to get the news of the Calamity Dragon to you?!"

"Charles, I know it's very impersonal to you, but we have to focus on the big picture. Handel said in a deep voice, "Only you can do this job, this clue is too precious for us to let him stop there." ”

"Then you're going to do it yourself! You're going to be this bullshit undercover yourself! Aren't you any other people! Isn't that bearded psychic musician one of yours!"

Charles roared, "Go ****** the bigger picture! I've had enough!"

"Charles, recognize the reality!"

Handel was impatient: "Do you know what the consequences will be if the Calamity Dragon is released?

Just knowing what they are going to do, what can they guarantee! Could it be that the Calamity Dragon itself has no guarding measures? But who knows what other hole cards the revolutionary army itself has? Just knowing such a little thing is equivalent to not having it at all! Do you think that just relying on such a little thing can erase the sins you have committed!"

Charles was silent.

He stared angrily at the vapor in front of him, as if trying to find Handel's place in it.

The panic that came out of nowhere made the internal organs twitch, and the faint pain spread from the depths of the brain, and the headache was splitting. He pressed his forehead, but he couldn't suppress the manic urge that erupted.

The wrath was like iron, like fire, that would forge his consciousness and soul, that would tear his shell, that would set his soul on fire and burn it to ashes.

Under the torture of severe pain, his body trembled, and he couldn't help but want to cry, wanted to cry.

"How can you do that?"

He muttered under his breath, letting snot and tears linger down his face and fall into the muddy, icy water that had somehow become murky. He looked at the water vapor in front of him in a daze, and choked softly:

"This ...... It's not the same as saying yes. I beg you, will you let me go? Why is everyone like this? I'm really a piece of waste, people like me can't be undercover at all, really. I couldn't do anything since I was a kid, and I can't even be a musician now. I've run away, why are you still pushing me?

Lord Handel, you are a saint, a great man on high, and I know that you can do anything if you want to.

Please, spare me...... Please......"

"Charles, you have to do it. ”

Handel whispered, "Only you can do it." ”

"Even if I stay, it's useless. Charles prayed: "Monsieur Constantine has been ostracized, and nothing can be gained from him." ”

"Then change it. ”

Handel said indifferently: "Change someone who can give you the real truth." ”

Charles was sluggish.

For some reason, he felt a chill growing from his bone marrow. The chill engulfed him, and he could barely speak:

“...... You...... What do you mean?"

"Listen, Charles, now that Konstantin is no longer useful, you have to go another way. ”

Handel's voice came, and it was soft: "I will secretly arrange for you to connect with Gaius's men tomorrow, and when the time comes, you will tell them about Konstantin's intentions."

Once he was cleared out by Gaius, he could naturally break into their true core in the Holy City. ”

"Impossible!"

Charles lost his voice, and after sensing the coldness on the other end of the communication, he quickly stammered and explained: "Even if I betray Mr. Constantine, the people of the revolutionary army will not trust me." ”

"You don't need to worry about that, the Silent Mechanism will help you gain their trust. ”

Handel seemed confident, but his tone turned cold: "But you have to understand one thing: there is not much time left for you.

Charles, if you fail, not only will you die, but your teacher will also be sent to hell because of his relationship with Gaius.

If there is no **** in the Holy City, no one can save you. ”

I hope you will no longer hesitate to make the right choice as soon as possible. ”

Communication is broken.

In the silence, only cold droplets of water fell from the ceiling and the sound of the bathtub was heard.

Charles sat dumbfounded in the water, as if frozen. He stared at the diffuse vapor and opened his mouth to speak, but he didn't know how to speak to Handel again.

He only felt that his eyes were black.

The headache grew worse and worse, as if it was about to tear him apart and make him dizzy. In the dimness, he felt the cold droplets of water fall on his face, blood-red.

Blood fell from the ceiling and into the bathtub, staining the tub red.

The world seems to have decayed, and it has gone through thousands of years in an instant, and the whole bathroom is full of dirt, spider webs, and a dilapidation. In the broken mirror, there are ghosts staring at the world here.

"Here we go again. ”

Charles pressed his forehead as if it was about to break, endured the sharp pain of the splitting mind, and gasped hoarsely: "you...... Here we go again......"

His fingers trembled, he lifted, groped his way around the sink, found the little bag, and pulled it down.

The bag contained a brand new glass syringe, a small bottle of saline, and an ordinary small paper packet.

"It has to work...... It must work......"

Trembling fingers opened the paper packet and carefully poured the powder from the paper bag into the salt water, and although much of it was spilled on the ground, most of it was incorporated into the salt water.

The syringe reached into the salt water, sucking up the cloudy liquid, and finally, lifted it up in front of Charles's eyes.

Charles stared blankly at the sharp needle, and after a long time, he laughed in the air, and without further hesitation, pierced it into the veins of his wrist, injecting it into all his hands.

Soon, the medicine took effect.

As a result, the world became no longer scary, and even blood and ghosts became extremely warm. The distant shadows danced hand in hand around the Charles, singing softly and laughing innocently like a child.

Colorful colors flashed in front of me, like a dream.

In the dream, a vague shadow caressed his cheek.

Thin pieces of long hair fell from her shoulders and landed on Charles's face. The strands of dark red hair were so beautiful, like embers of flames.

"Mom's ......"

Charles lay down in the icy water, embracing her, letting the warmth and happiness of nothingness envelop him.

He fell asleep.

-

"Charles. ”

"Charles. ”

In the turmoil of the carriage, a voice called. Charles opened his eyes in a daze and saw Konstantin looking at him.

"Didn't you sleep well last night?"

He asked, gesturing to Charles' face.

Charles was stunned for a moment, touched his face, and suddenly felt a little like laughing. In the same way, it seems that he said it to Konstantin only yesterday, but today, the situation is reversed.

You don't have to look at it to know that your face is terrible.

He smiled reluctantly, but did not dare to look Konstantin in the eye.

This morning, the Silent Agency contacted him through secret channels, and everything was ready, and tonight, he would meet Gaius's henchmen through an intermediary introduction.

And then......

Charles subconsciously pressed his heart, trying to find traces of his heartbeat.

And then he will betray Konstantin......

Konstantin will die.

And he will step on his corpse, break into the core, and obtain the secrets of the revolutionary army.

It's ugly, Charles.

It's ugly.

He bowed his head. (To be continued.) )