Julian's crying and shouting echoed through the moonlit room, and Jane stood silently in the doorway, not daring to take a step forward.

She was afraid that when she walked in, she would find that this was not a nightmare, but a reality.

After a long moment, Jane closed her eyes and gritted her teeth into the room that was Julian's bedroom, living room, kitchen, and dining room.

She crouched down beside her brother and didn't stop him from crying, nor did she touch him who was frightened, but said softly, "We don't have much debt, we can find another job if we lose our current job, don't worry......

"If you have enough foundation, there must be other masters who are willing to accept you......

"What Mom wants to see is that you and I can live better, instead of blaming yourself......

Jane repeated these words over and over again, until Julian, who had collapsed, was mentally exhausted, and his body gradually weakened, and he leaned against the wall by the window and fell asleep.

He was finally quiet.

Looking at her brother, whose expression gradually stretched and was no longer so frightened and painful, Jaina exhaled silently, and the tears in her eyes lost the floodgates and kept dripping down. Chapter 141 Condolence Luncheon Crying silently for a while, she stood up, walked to Julian's bedside, picked up the quilt, and gently covered her brother who was sleeping against the wall.

With all that done, she shuffled back to the room inside, which belonged to her and her mother, Elody.

Jaina lay down, her eyes open, staring blankly at the dimly lit ceiling in the light of the moon.

From time to time, she remembered what her mother had said, but she couldn't convince herself anymore.

Perhaps, except for a very few lucky people, darkness is the main theme of life, and light is only an occasional embellishment.

Jaina suddenly grabbed her mother's pillow and put it over her face, and her body reacted to the sobs.

Why, why is it always dark and not a little light?

When will the sun rise again?

At some point, Jaina fell asleep.

She was awakened by the movement outside.

She rolled over and sat up, rubbed her swollen eyes, and hurried out of the room.

She was greeted by Julian, who was baking slices of bread.

He lost the breakdown and mental insanity of last night, and was busy with the task at hand.

Jana's lips twitched for a few seconds, but what finally came out was her usual greeting, "You woke up so early?" Julian replied with a slight stump, "I didn't eat dinner yesterday and was woken up hungry.

"Wait a little longer, the toast will be ready soon."

Seeing her brother's state, Jaanna not only did not relax, but became more and more worried.

If Julian had been in a state of nervous breakdown and constant crying like she had last night, she would have been uncomfortable, depressed, and hopeless, but she would not have been afraid.

She would take her brother to see Franka in a forced way, asking her to find a real "psychiatrist" to provide treatment.

And now, she wasn't sure if Julian had really recovered or if he just looked normal.

If some problems are not solved, they will remain in the backlog of hearts, and when they break out again, they may become fatal!

Jane was afraid that she had just finished breakfast when she saw her brother commit suicide by jumping off the building while she was not paying attention.

She carefully observed Julian for a while, and felt that the hysterical collapse was indeed gone, but the spirit should not have really returned to normal.

When Julian makes breakfast by himself, he is quick and nimble, and there is no problem, but once he communicates with each other, he will be wooden, dull, and slow to react.

This made Jane more and more convinced that her brother had pressed those breakdowns and disorders to the bottom of her heart, along with his thoughts and soul.

Call...... You still have to find a real "psychiatrist"...... Another layer of fog rose in front of Jana's eyes.

Not long after, Julian baked the bread and went to the street vendor to buy a fresh jar of milk.

While eating her breakfast in a daze, Jana pretended to look at her brother casually

"I had insomnia last night, I was very depressed, I want to see a psychiatrist, you seem to be the same, do you want to be together?"

Julian waited two seconds before replying, "I'm going to look for a job."

Once again, a strong sadness welled up in Jana's heart.

My brother didn't even question the matter of going to a "psychiatrist".

People who live in this neighborhood are reluctant to even go to the clinic to find a doctor, let alone visit a "psychiatrist" because they are not in good spirits.

Most of them don't know that there is a profession as a "psychiatrist" and don't think they have psychological problems.

Thinking that a real "psychiatrist" might have to make an appointment, Jaena didn't force it, thought for a while, and said in an encouraging tone: "I think you should choose your employer and master well this time, it's normal to not find a job for three days or five days, it may take a week or two, or even a month or two.

"When the time comes, both of us will have income, maybe we will be able to pay off the rest of the debt within this year, if I am alone, it will definitely not work, the income of underground singers is not stable, I don't know when I will not be liked."

On the one hand, Jaina is reducing the pressure on her brother in advance, lest he be stimulated and collapse again because he can't find a job in a short time, and on the other hand, she emphasizes his importance, saying that only his sister can't support him, so that he feels that he is still very useful, and relies on responsibility to maintain his will to survive and avoid his sudden suicide.

Jana, who had never considered these details before yesterday, was unconsciously thinking about similar questions today.

After stabilizing Julian's condition, she watched her brother go out to the factory cluster in the Botanical Garden, looking for opportunities.

After resting for a while, Jane left 17 rue Pasteur a little tired, and walked towards Rue Saint-Gères, a short distance away.

She was going to walk so slowly to White Coat Street, just as Franka got up and asked her to help make an appointment with a real "psychiatrist".

As she walked past the intersection in a daze, Jane's eyes swept vacantly and saw a news item in a newspaper at the newsstand on the side: "Congressman Huge. Artois stressed the need for justice in the Goodville chemical plant explosion."

Drawn to the words, Jane instinctively walked over, picked up the newspaper, and skimmed through the news quickly...... The newly elected MP Hugue, Artois, believes that the factory owners should not be vilified because of an accident, nor should the factory owners, who provide a large number of jobs and tax revenues for the state, not be able to afford even an accident, and seek bankruptcy, which would lead to a large number of closures, a large number of unemployment, and a new round of protests and unrest." Hugue. Artois said he will not forget the people who were injured and killed in the explosion, and will seek to establish a new public welfare fund to help factory owners pay a portion of the accident compensation, so that the factory can continue to operate, and those who were responsible for the accident can use more jobs and taxes to atone for their crimes.

"He also said that he would introduce a bill in Parliament to create a better environment for entrepreneurs, including easier dismissal of unqualified workers and staff, and more reasonable compensation for accidents......

Seeing this, Jana's shoulders suddenly trembled.

She let out a laugh that made her body tremble for a long time.

After a while, she put down the newspaper and moved on.

Before she knew it, Jane was on rue Saint-Gères, to the half-ruined Gudville chemical factory.

Looking at the shattered metal can, she once again thought of her mother, Elody.

Every time she walked into the factory with that iconic thing.

A few minutes later, Jana's gaze reflected a strange and somewhat familiar face.

It was a woman in an old dress, and she said to Jane, "Quick, go to Market Avenue, that Congressman is going to have a condolence banquet, and if we invite us to attend, maybe we will get something!"

"A condolence banquet?" Jana asked blankly.

The woman nodded quickly, "Yes! Didn't your mother get injured in the explosion too? Don't you remember, we met in the ward?

"Two quarters of an hour ago, that councillor went to the hospital, and there will be a condolence banquet later!"

"Huge. Artois

？」 Jana asked subconsciously.

"Yes, yes, that's the name." The woman grabbed Jane's arm and led her, who was still a little confused, to the Congressman's office on Market Avenue.

Half an hour later, the two of them came to the four-story building, which was yellow.

Quite a few people dressed as paupers were lining up to be inspected and enter the hall.

Jane Na was wearing the plain gray-blue dress today, and her hair was naturally draped without any modification.

She was at the back of the line, moving forward a little.

Nearly a quarter of an hour passed, and finally it was her turn.

A woman in a dark blue uniform starts at her head and checks her boots.

After confirming that she was not carrying dangerous items, she was asked to register, prove her identity, and enter the banquet hall.

Golden Rooster Hostel, Room 207.

Lumian looked at Franca, who appeared at the door, and said with a little surprise, "It's also early today."

Franka was still dressed in a women's shirt, light-colored breeches, and red boots, but in a different set.

She said "Huh" and said, "Am I not worried? I'm afraid that you and Jane will turn around and assassinate that councillor's secretary, Rhône."

"Am I such a reckless person in your heart?" Lumien asked rhetorically.

"Yes." Franka replied without hesitation.

She even wanted to add the word "most" to describe it, but remembering a "raging people" she had met in a seaside town, she felt that Lumian wasn't enough.

She breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Since you haven't been impulsive yet, there should be nothing wrong with Jana's side, I'm going to go and see her and see if there's anything she needs help with at home."

As soon as Franca's words fell, a rush of footsteps came up from downstairs and headed straight for this side.

Shicun is always a small piece of knowledge to call a world of mixed people, and it is not enough to see that the film is uneasy.

She breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Since you haven't been impulsive yet, there should be nothing wrong with Jana's side, I'm going to go and see her and see if there's anything she needs help with at home."

As soon as Franca's words fell, a rush of footsteps came up from downstairs and headed straight for this side.

Standing at the door, Lumian and Franca, looked sideways, and saw Jana, who was wearing a gray-blue plain dress with her hair scattered, running over with an anxious expression, sobbing and saying, "My brother, my brother is crazy! He's become mad......