Is Jaanna's brother crazy? Another wave of anger welled up in Lumien's heart. It's not that he's angry with the other party, thinking that his psychological quality is too poor, and he went crazy like this, but he seems to hear the ridicule of fate again.

Although he could see yesterday that Julian blamed himself for Elody's death and had a certain amount of self-isolation, it was far from the level of going crazy directly, and even if there were psychological problems in the future, it would be a long-term one, and it was impossible to collapse all at once.

Unless, unless something happened again last night, it blows Julian hard again! Damn fate!

Franka was equally surprised. She had reminded Jane yesterday to pay attention to her brother's mental condition and psychological state, but she had no idea that Julian would go crazy when she turned her head.

In her mind, it was a young man who had suffered a lot, and he was still in good health, and would not adversely affect his emotions and stimulate dangerous tendencies, so it was normal for him to be autistic or even indulge for a while, and it was unlikely that he would have a complete collapse that night.

Jaina told her that Julian's personality is a bit extreme, but that is also for the good of his family, under the premise that his sister is still alive, in debt, and must be an underground singer who is prone to all kinds of problems, Julian will obviously support himself, work hard, and help share the debt until it is paid off, at that time, if his psychological problems have not been resolved, he may collapse, or silently commit suicide.

This made Franca suspect that Julian had received a new stimulus last night. Similarly, she had always been a little puzzled about Janena's mother's choice to commit suicide, but she didn't bring it up, so as not to provoke Jane.

She could understand Elody's feelings and choices, but she felt that the act of suicide was too quick and too easy, as if her emotions were affected by something, and she was a little too impulsive.

Before she crossed into this world, she had seen many similar reports, and knew that the torment of poverty, the self-blame of leaving her family in heavy debt, the fear of losing the ability to work, and pure and selfless love combined could indeed make an optimistic person choose to go to a dead end and self-sacrifice.

But this kind of thing often requires a period of inner struggle before it can finally be put into action, after all, everyone has a desire to survive, and will also consider the feelings of their loved ones, and the probability of making up their minds to commit suicide on the same day of understanding the situation cannot be said to be none, but it is certainly very low.

Franca's initial speculation is that there are two possibilities, one is that Jana's mother has also been psychologically affected by the bad physical condition, and the other is that the explosion accident at the chemical plant must have been hidden in the goals that Ronne, the secretary of parliament, and others want to achieve, and the subsequent abnormal and large-scale mood swings may be one of them.

Julian is also in this category? In her thoughts, Franka turned her gaze to Jana, who was sobbing and walking to the door of room 207: "What's going on?" ”

"Julian was fired." Janena said with some resentment on her face,

"Just because he didn't go to the factory yesterday afternoon, but whose mother died, can still think of work? After leaving the hospital, he also went to his master as soon as possible to ask for personal leave, but what he was waiting for was the notice of dismissal, and he had been an apprentice there for a whole year! ”

"!" Franca scolded,

"Can't you deduct some money? Those people are orphans, and there will be no death in the family? ”

"They said they had to ask for it in advance, and they couldn't make it up afterwards." Jaanna wiped the tears around her eyes carelessly,

"Julian was completely broken down this morning, crying like a child, and saying things that were very self-reproachful and afraid of losing his job, and I waited until he was tired of crying and asleep, and then I came to you, and I went first to White Coat Street, and found no one there, and ran here again." As she spoke, she became a little verbose, as if she had accumulated too many emotions in her heart that needed to be vented.

After listening to Jane's words, Franca breathed a sigh of relief: "It doesn't sound too serious, it's more like a stressful breakdown."

"Believe me, the real 'psychiatrist' can cure your brother, completely cure, I'll make an appointment for you now!" As she spoke, Franka turned around and walked towards the staircase.

The anger in Lumi's peace of mind grew stronger and stronger. The details of forgetting to ask for leave, being fired for making up for the day off, and being unable to bear the new stimulus anymore and becoming a madman made him smell of coincidence.

I'll fuck you Termi Bolos! I'm fucking your fate! Lumian turned his head to the side and said to Jana, "Let's go visit the factory owner, and your brother's master!" Janna pursed her mouth and said, "Okay." Lumian crossed her and followed Franca to the staircase, two flames faintly burning in his blue eyes.

At that moment, his mind flashed

The words left by the "psychiatrist" Ms. Susie: Always remember that emotions should not be excessive, and as soon as you have a similar reaction, immediately use deep breathing and other methods to calm down and ease the state...... Lumian suddenly gasped for breath, and spontaneously became alert: In the face of Brother Janena's madness, in the face of the mockery of fate, I should be angry and resist, but I should not be so angry that I lose my mind a little!

Almost at the same time, behind Lumian, Jana's resentful expression became calm, and out of nowhere pulled out a brownish-green dagger.

It didn't look like a metal weapon, it seemed to have been cut from the branches of a tree, and its surface was covered with lumps of bark that were arranged in a dizzying way to form different figures.

With a swipe on the floor, Jana's dagger stabbed at Lumian's vest. As soon as Lumian was alert, he turned around, and the dagger missed his vital point, plunging between his shoulder and back.

Jana leaped back lightly, and the blood from the wound gushed out, red as fire. All the bark on her wood-like short, brownish-green knife seemed to come to life, frantically sucking up the Lumien's blood.

At this time, Jana's facial muscles also changed, making Lumian and Franca, who turned her head, feel very strange.

In an instant, she became a girl with deep facial features, pure and charming temperament. Lumian's hole suddenly enlarged, and he recognized who the fake Jana was: Charlotte.

Calvino! Charlotte, the heroine of the old pigeon cage. Calvino! Charlotte's figure seemed to assimilate with her surroundings, instantly avoiding the crimson fireball thrown by Lumian.

In the midst of the loud explosion, the door of 207's room collapsed, and the actor chuckled softly: "I woke up quickly, I didn't kill you directly."

"But it's okay, all we need is a little bit of your blood." Market Avenue, in the earthy yellow building where the Congressman's office is located.

Somewhat dazed, Jane entered the banquet hall and saw several long tables with delicate desserts, cooked dishes, and cups of different colored alcoholic beverages.

In the corner of the hall, a small symphony orchestra plays a soothing melody, and a crystal chandelier in the air complements the sunlight shining through the window.

People dressed in brown jackets, linen shirts, long off-white dresses, and other common clothes in the market area are messily scattered in different places, and they don't fit in with such a banquet venue.

Some of them stood in the corner with blank expressions, some looked at the expensive things with resentment, some filled their stomachs blankly, and some drank champagne with a little excitement and excitement, enjoying the real banquet that only the upper class could participate in.

Instinctively, Jana retreated into the corner, into a dimly lit place, and watched it all with little expression.

Inside the councilor's office on the fourth floor. Sideburns mottled and a large nose. Dressed in a black tuxedo and dark blue bow tie, Artois stood behind a window looking out over the market district.

This rather chaotic and rather old place belongs to his kingdom.

"Mr. Councillor, why do you want to hold a condolence banquet and invite those untouchables to attend?" Ronne, who wore gold-rimmed glasses and combed his hair neatly, asked suspiciously.

Yuge, Artois smiled: "This is the responsibility of the councillor, and before I have another status, I still have to do what I have to do."

"Moreover, giving some comfort and help to those who are grieving at this time will make them remember that in the future, they will be able to become my followers, and it will be easier for them to convert." Hearing this, the red-haired Cassandra chuckled: "And they will never know that it is you, the councilor, who brought them disaster and made them miserable and desperate.

"They will only be moved by the care of the big people and be satisfied with the promises you make." Secretary Rhone nodded and added with a smile: "In their eyes, Mr. Councillor is a big man who can only look up, and he dare not approach, dare not say a word, and dare not doubt, anger and hatred.

"As long as no one organizes them, they will never dare to resist." Hugue. Artois laughed and said, "So divide them and make them hate each other." "Speaking of which, Hug.

Artois looked out the sunny window again, and said to himself, "It's time for the people of the Mother Tree of Desire to act......

"Messy street, outside the Golden Rooster Hotel. The ground cracked open and collapsed in the middle, and several hawkers couldn't dodge and fell, and the screams lasted only a second before they came to an abrupt end. A large, brownish-green tree emerged from the ground, sending out a large number of branches in all directions. Before it could fall, the screaming lasted only a second before it came to an abrupt end. This entangles several blocks around the Golden Rooster Hotel. The eloped couple once again did their favorite sport and hurled insults at each other; Anthony, an intelligence monger. Red ducked under the wooden table again, shuddering