Chapter 140: The Teacher in the Health Room
"Mr. Wayne! That's right! You should get out of here if the sheriff's men take you like thugsββββ"
"Calm down, calm down! Mr. Najette, the situation is out of control now, and even if you take your brother Daoud away, this riot will not end! Think about what else you can do? Do you go back to accompany Azim, or let the old people and children here evacuate quickly? β
Kyle's words made Najt's breath freeze, and after a while, Najt, who was holding on to the wall and gasping for breath, couldn't help but pound the wall, it all changed so fast, and he had been kept in the dark as a sheriff, and he didn't even see the slightest clue.
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I was hoping to show you the good side of our community, and it happened. β
Looking at the man in front of him, Kyle was also full of emotion, Najat retreated from the broken defense line for less than three months, naturally he didn't know that Daoud, who had been the leader of the youth group for several years, couldn't get rid of all the gangsters who were making trouble here, no matter what he did, in the end, only a failed ending was waiting for him.
"Don't be sorry, Mr. Najette, you've made it available to me. Those lovely kids, and you, who have been campaigning for the residents, so don't let the good side go away, there's more you can do. β
"That's right, uncle, let's deal with all this quickly."
"The kids also want me to teach them how to play the guitar."
"You want me to teach them magic!"
Hearing the reassurance of the crowd, Najette was shocked and rushed out again, only this time to evacuate the innocent residents of the community, as the sheriff did not realize that the movement before the riot was a major dereliction of duty, so at least not to let those who did not participate in the riot suffer more harm.
Looking at the back of Najt, who had cheered up again, Kyle's eyes turned cold again, and as a person who had only been in the Gentile community for a week, he naturally did not realize that Daoud, who was just an ordinary person, dared to organize a riot against the new city.
And this riot once again cut off his clues, because after pressing the button in the health room, the doctor on the other side did not respond.
"Hey, big idiot, do you want us to beat up a few people to help you out of your anger? Even if we go and fight those two patrolmen, it won't be a problem. β
"Those two bastards who dared to do something to the kids will take care of them in the future, and now I'm worried that the psychiatrist has left the community. And we can't bring down these thousands of young people to put an end to this insurrection, which is bound to fail. β
However, Kyle is more worried about whether there is a mastermind behind this series of events.
The appearance of the seeds of evil in the gang's drug stronghold, the beating of Achim by two patrol officers, and the riot organized by Daoud may all have a reason, and the logic can be justified, but the interval is too short, and there are too many accidents.
It's not like a mess where just ordinary people are trapped in it, it's more like a conspiracy led by the confined.
So Camillian would be the conspirator?
Kyle returns to the school's health room, firedoming as he presses the button. The thoughts have diverged to the point where I think of those literary or literary sentences in my previous lifeββββ worst feeling is not knowing whether to wait or give up.
Click.
The button snapped down and up several times, and it accidentally got stuck on the base, causing Kyle, who was already in an upset mood, to almost blow up the entire wall with a single bang.
"Mr. Wayne, it looks like you're agitated."
"A new round of conflict is about to break out here, those imps have got their weapons, and the people of the General Security Bureau plan to get back to the field, if one of the two sides dies if they don't restrain themselves, it will really be over."
A figure suddenly appeared outside the window, communicating with Kyle through a thin wall.
"The contradictions between the Xincheng and the Gentiles have reached the point where they cannot be reconciled, and the gangs of the Xincheng have long regarded this place as an excellent place to hide crimes, and even the young people in the foreign community are very welcome to the gangsters to set up all kinds of drug production and spoils here. After enjoying the entertainment in the new city, the young people here do not want to continue to endure hardship, but pursue how to make a quick buck. After that, they fell into various vicious circles. β
First, there was the mutual exclusion between the people of the new city and the Gentiles, then the short-lived but rapid entertainment that the gangs brought to the young people of the community, and then there was the lack of a lot of infrastructure in the community, and where there was no guarantee of morality even in education.
"When the construction of spiritual civilization cannot catch up with the construction of material civilization, people's yearning for a better life will tend to mercenary money worship. The young people here are not educated enough, and the money they get by all means is to maintain that appearance of being drunk and gold-obsessed. Perhaps to outsiders this is nothing more than drinking water to quench their thirst and fishing with all their might, but for these young peopleββββ their empty hearts are only filled with material things, because they do not understand what spiritual wealth is, and they are no longer willing to understand. β
Kyle's eyes blurred as he said something he wouldn't normally say. The person on the other side of the wall chuckled when they heard this, and walked into the room through the door of the health room, just sitting quietly next to Kyle.
"Somebody has to do something, and somebody has to teach them what morality is."
Seeing the smiling woman in front of him with gold wire glasses on his face, Kyle didn't have the slightest surprise, just turned around and lay directly on her lap, thinking that he could shorten the line of sight between the two, but was blocked by two mountains with beautiful lines.
"Is this person who is supposed to do anything be me?"
Camillian's hand caressed Kyle's face, then replied with a smile:
"You have this strength, Mr. Wayne, and it's more than enough for you to take down this group of ordinary people with a whole team of confinements."
"This is just a palliative solution, using absolute violence to make them obey ......"
"When their obedience becomes a habit, it becomes an order engraved in their bones."
Camillian, who lowered his head and approached Kyle, gently stroked Kyle's hair, and the gradually closing distance made him smell a fragrant and sweet scent, and his gentle tone swept away the accumulated boredom of these days.
Then Kyle just closed his eyes.
"Your glasses reflect a cold shimmer. But what makes me most helpless is ββββ I see myself with my eyes closed in your lenses. Alas, what a pity, but I'm really looking forward to the day when I will have the opportunity to confide in all the things that irritate me. β
"You can talk to me right now."
"No, if I talk to you any longer, I'm afraid I'll be able to hold you tightly, and I won't want you to leave my side again. Thank you, Kamilian. But I'm not like the little ghosts who treat the riot as a war, and the short-term pleasure is not enough to satisfy me now. β
The crimson glow on Kyle's body bloomed like fireworks for a while, and blood-colored thorns covered his body, and when the growing branches pierced the illusion caused by this layer of hypnosis, Kyle was still sitting on the seat, still holding the button in his hand, and the comfortable touch on the back of his head was gone.
"That's a pity, I thought Mr. Wayne was just a waste who likes to have a short pleasure with only beautiful girls."