Crunch~

The dust servants hurried back to the clan and pushed open the door of his house.

His clean and decent family uniform contrasts sharply with the garbage discarded in the courtyard and the old and dilapidated houses.

There was no one in the yard, and it was quiet inside.

"Mother~"

Able walked two steps quickly, and there was a hint of anticipation in his bright eyes, but he was only away from home for more than ten days, and he would not see anyone until every three autumns.

But, what about people?

His raised left foot was stunned on the threshold and did not fall, and the bed was on the floor of the room, and all the places were within sight.

Only, without his mother.

That's - bloodstains?

Abel's pupils dilated suddenly, and the dark red palm prints on the quilt, at the foot of the bed, and on the tabletop were so dazzling.

He ran over like crazy, with his hands and feet together, and stretched out a somewhat cold finger on the dark red, and wiped it gently.

He put it between his nose and sniffed.

"Mother, dear ......" Abel's body slowly collapsed to the ground, his eyes staring straight at the door, and a layer of blood was instantly covered.

Suddenly, he jumped up from the ground, rushed out of the yard in a frenzy, and ran out.

She, she must be sick, she must be!

Abel was in turmoil, staggering and crawling along the way, and under the surprised gaze of countless clansmen, he finally came to his destination, the Holy Feather Clan's Cross Courtyard.

In other words, this Cross Sacred Courtyard is not an ordinary place, but a for-profit organization founded by the top five super forces in the Divine Realm, the [Cross Society], and the branches are basically all over the Divine Realm.

The main business items are, treatment, baby care, infertility.

Well, to put it bluntly, it's a group gang that integrates hospitals, kindergartens, and borrowed seeds.

"Huh~Shepherd~Huh~ Your Excellency, Huh~ Excuse me, have you seen my ~Huh~ Mother?"

Able was out of breath, and at this time, he was dragging the arm of a white-robed young man, Shengyu, for fear that the other party would run away.

The young man frowned, but did not break away.

The 'great name' of Abel is known to everyone in my clan, in case I break him.

Well, it's fine, but after all, it's not a good reputation for me.

Moreover......

"That, it turned out to be little Abel~ came to find your mother?"

Able nodded vigorously.

Sure enough, sure enough, my mother really came to see the doctor.

"Alas~" The young man's face was a little hesitant, and there was a faint hint of pity: "Your mother Susan is indeed here, but~"

"It's just, what?" Abel said in a trembling voice, and his hands were so hard that they turned bloodless white.

"But your mother may return her soul to my lord's kingdom of heaven. ”

It was not the young man in front of Able who said this, but an old human man who slowly walked out from behind him.

"Ah, I've seen Dean Jorens!" the young man hurriedly pushed Abel away, turned and saluted.

"Soul return, heaven ~ country ~, soul ......" fell to the ground Abel did not get up, his eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, and his mouth just muttered those words.

"Alas~" The old man, that is, Jorens, the head of the Holy Feather Cross Branch, sighed, stepped forward and bent down to stroke Able's hair:

"Son, it is an honor to return to my Lord, and you need not be too sad. ”

Able didn't reply, but the expression on his face was strange, sad, relieved, nostalgic, determined, determined, and intermittently full of madness.

"Can you take me to my mother?" he slowly rose from the ground, as if he had made up his mind.

His expression was as calm as a pool of stagnant water, and he was like two people just now.

"Of course. Jorens nodded and waved the young pastor away.

He then led Able to the door of a luxurious hospital room.

"Mother~"

Looking through the crystal on the door and looking at the familiar faces on the hospital bed, Able choked on his throat as he spat out a single word.

The heart that has always pretended to be strong also turned into tears gushing out of the corners of his eyes in an instant, soaking through his clothes.

Jorence patted him on the back, "Mourn, child, the Lord will bless her!"

The words seemed to have an effect, and Abel's suppressed cry gradually stopped.

He wiped his face wildly, took a deep breath, and looked at Jorence fixedly:

"Dean, I don't know what kind of disease my mother had, but there is still a possibility of cure?"

Jorence shook his head:

"Your mother's soul is already incomplete, and this time the injury is incurable.

As for the details of the incident, you don't have to ask, I can only tell you that the other party is willing to make any compensation for this.

Of course, only if you don't pursue it anymore. ”

"Compensation?" two red clouds appeared on Abel's face, and his hands suddenly clenched: "Lord Dean, my mother was injured by others?"

"Yes!" Herons looked at him meaningfully, "I won't tell you who it is, it's for your safety." ”

"Safe?" Able laughed miserably, "You think I have what it takes to get revenge?"

"So, wouldn't it be better to know nothing?"

"But that's my mother!" Abel suddenly roared, tears rolling down her cheeks, "at least, let me know how she got there, okay!"

At this time, a few heads poked out of the surrounding wards, but they all shrank back when they saw Jorence.

Jorence looked at the crying child in front of him with a complicated expression, and his heart was soft as if he had been splashed with acid.

He sighed softly:

"Your mother went to the Bund Lake every day, and because she was a bit stupid, she was bullied by some children playing by the lake and stoned her.

After several days, her injuries accumulated into a lot, and she didn't know how to seek medical treatment and bandage, and she was finally knocked unconscious two days ago.

The children were scared, but no one dared to tell the adults about it.

It wasn't until yesterday that one of the parents discovered their child's abnormality, and after some questioning, he learned what had happened and hurriedly sent your mother to the doctor.

It's a pity that too much time has passed, and most of your mother's spirit has been dispersed under the interaction of repeated irritation and trauma, and there is no cure. ”

"It turns out," Abel looked blankly at his mother across the window, "yes, because of me!"

"It's because of me!" he pulled at his hair and snuggled himself on the ground, crying.

He clearly remembers that on the day he left home, his mother made him a bowl of fish soup for the first time.

He was so happy that he said to his mother that it would be nice if he could drink it every day.

That's good, huh~ That's, that's good......

It turns out that everything is because of me!

He looked up at Jorence sharply, and a strange smile appeared on his face full of tears and snot:

"Can I trouble you with something?"