I sat in a chair at the police station and watched as the two men in black and white checkered uniforms across from me alternately opened and closed their mouths as if to say something.

The one on the left has a cold face, as if he has seen too much misfortune, and the one on the right is still a little green, with a little pity in his eyes.

I didn't feel pain, I didn't regret the stab, and at that moment, I even felt liberated, and the warm blood that sprayed on me was like salvation from the gods.

I only regret why I chased money so passionately when I was younger, sacrificing my dignity, body, and freedom for it.

During my few days at the police station, I was able to think more deeply about this issue than I had in years:

Not strong enough and not mentally mature enough was the root cause of that mistake I made, but that doesn't mean they're all.

Growing up, I was taught that hard work and hard work are for a large house, floor-to-ceiling windows with plenty of light, more than three servants, a garden lawn of my own, silver or gold cutlery, dinner parties full of good food, balls with melodious music, and so on.

The newspapers and magazines I have read have also told me over and over again that only by attaining sufficient decency can one be called the middle class, the pillar of this kingdom, the noble, the excellent, not vulgar, the person of character, who is at the same time merciful and knowledgeable.

At the same time, they also told me what decency is, decency is a beautiful dress, it is the clothes that are matched according to different occasions, it is expensive skin care products, cosmetics, it is a delicate and fashionable women's handbag, it is a concert, an afternoon tea, a party full of style.

And this switch is calculated as gold pounds, gold pounds, and gold pounds.

It must be admitted that the pursuit of a better life is everyone's instinct, but when every aspect that a girl can access is told to her is so, when the prevailing trend of the whole society is decent, refined and elegant, it is difficult for her thoughts not to be influenced.

I don't know what this phenomenon is, I just know that if all this is not changed, tragedies like mine will inevitably continue to occur, more and more.

And at that time, there will definitely be people who will scold angrily:

"Look, these money-worshipping girls, they have sold their souls!"

Subconsciously, I turned my head to look out the window and saw the beautiful and prosperous world, and saw the bright red blood flowing in this world.

"Miss Tracy, are you listening to us?" a voice pulled back to my thoughts, coming from the somewhat young Mr. Policeman.

I smiled at him and didn't tell him that I was thinking about some philosophical question.

It's ridiculous that a money worshipper who sells her soul should think about such a boring thing when questioned by a police officer.

The policeman nodded and said to me:

"Miss Tracy, you're going to get ready for court next, and we'll get you a lawyer.

"I'm sorry, but I didn't leave that witness, only a confession, which is quite bad for you. ”

"It doesn't matter. I said to him calmly.

I will try my best to defend myself, and I will repent of the crimes I have committed, hoping that I will have a new life in the future.

I thought about it for a moment, curled the corners of my mouth, and said to the two police officers:

"Can you help me borrow a few books from the library while I wait for the court?

"Well, the ...... of "Social Trends and Educational Phenomena"

At this moment, I saw that the two officers were a little dazed, and a little, well, amazing.

............

I sat at the bottom of the mottled table and heard Miss "Judgment" talk about utopia.

When she finished speaking, I looked around and said in a low voice:

"It's a ritual. ”

As expected, I saw that Miss "Trial" had a certain amount of condensation in her gaze, and I felt that Mr. "Hanged Man" and Miss "Justice" were looking over, with a little speculation.

At this moment, I seem to be able to guess what they are thinking:

They would have suspected that this was the Sequence 1 ritual of the "World" Gelman Sparrow, and they had long known through the internal communication of the Tarot Society that there could be no Sequence 1 in the presence of Sequence 0 true gods.

I've prepared an explanation for this, and that is to ask them to think of the ancient sun god and his eight angelic kings.

Unfortunately, no one asked the question, perhaps thinking of the kings of angels, or thinking that the rituals involved in utopia were mainly to help Mr. "Fool" further recover.

............

I looked at the quiet and distracted beautiful girl, and after a moment of deliberation, asked:

"Miss Tracy, where do your parents live?"

"They're dead......," replied the beautiful girl, whose soul no longer belonged, in a somewhat erratic voice.

I looked down and recorded:

"Do you have any other relatives?"

The girl turned her head to look out the window, and replied casually:

"No ......"

My colleague and I glanced at each other and raised my voice:

"Miss Tracy, are you listening to us?"

The girl across from me withdrew her gaze and smiled at me.

She didn't know what she was thinking, it was quiet like a flower blooming alone at night.

This metaphor comes from a book of poems where my brother told me that reading poetry makes me more attractive.

Now, of course, that book of poems has brought me more ridicule, which my colleagues at the police department have dismissed as worthless.

When I told the girl across from me about the court, I saw her smile and asked us to help her go to the library and borrow some books that I couldn't even read when I heard the name.

That smile combined with the name of the book is indescribably beautiful.

After sending Miss Tracy back to her makeshift cell, I packed up my case materials and prepared to visit the lawyer, which had been booked a long time ago.

............

I leaned back in my chair and listened to the guy "Moon" Emlyn describe his dreams.

After the "identification" of Father Utravsky, this dream did not originate from the revelation of the "Mother Earth Goddess".

This makes people have to turn their suspicious eyes to the moon, to the "fallen mother goddess", and then encounter pollution...... I was almost amused by my own thoughts.

As a senior "soothsayer" and a master of dream interpretation, I was not humble and calmly stated my cognition:

"There are three possibilities, one is that this dream is inducing you to explore something, what to chase, and to some extent interferes with your fate, the second is that this dream wants you to interpret it deeply, understand it, and then use it to erode you little by little, imperceptibly, and the third is that you are too worried about the 'god of beauty', so you dream of the scene you are most afraid of.

"The third possibility is needless to say, the first two possible ways to deal with it are the same, don't think, don't explore, there's no need not to leave Beckland. ”

With that, I saw Emlyn nod without hesitation.

I knew it was the way he liked it.

............

"A homicide?" I asked, looking through the case in my hand, with a change in the end of the voice, "You should go and get a barrister." ”

I'm just a solicitor and technically not qualified to go to court.

Of course, this is only the strictest case, and it does not actually exist, as long as the case is not large and does not involve the criminal court, the solicitor can come to court to help.

The policeman in the black and white checkered uniform on the opposite side said with a smile:

"Utopia is just a small town, there are no barristers, you have to go somewhere else.

"Moreover, this case was prosecuted for excessive defence, the sentence was very short, and the amount involved was less than 400 pounds, which could be tried in the magistrate's court first, and then transferred to the criminal court when it was found that the defence was not established. ”

But normally, a homicide case that is over-prosecuted in defense has to be handed over to the criminal court, hehe, this is the advantage of a small town, and many things are not so strict...... I thought about it for a moment and said, "Hmm":

"Then I'll try to plead not guilty.

"Also, please schedule a time as soon as possible for me to meet that Miss Tracy. ”

After looking through the information just now, I have a good grasp of this case, and now the big question is whether the image of Miss Tracey can arouse sympathy.

Well, although my solicitor's license was forged in another place, this does not negate my professionalism, but it just happened that there was a mistake in that exam.

............

I sat at the bottom of the mottled table, looking at the "hanged man" who reported to Mr. "Fool", and wondered what was going on.

Obsessed with the occult and trying to rescue Mr. "The Door", Verdu does have a certain reason to explore Bansey's abandoned port, and he has lived in Byam for almost half a year, so it is normal for him to come into contact with Bansey's information...... The main problem is that the previous monitoring of the "hanging man" did not provide corresponding signs, which made Verdu's behavior a bit abrupt...... This matter needs to be paid more attention...... I nodded inwardly, and heard Mr. "Fool" command:

"Keep monitoring. ”

............

I was playing the lyre by the fountain in the town square, I was using a knife and fork, cutting the steak, I was in the church, telling the faithful about the teachings of the goddess, I stretched out my right hand, and with the courtiful support of a gentleman, I left the carriage, I got the new dress I had been waiting for, and I was eager to put it on, I was on four legs, I was chased by a child, I laughed loudly, and stumbled and played with a dog......

Suddenly, we were all shaken, and we looked up at the sky, and saw illusory threads emerging from us, stretching to infinity, to a gray mist, to an ancient palace, and to a tall figure shrouded in mist.

For all this time, Klein's state has been wonderful, seemingly completely divided into thousands of beings, each with its own will, thoughts, cognitions, and destiny.

However, on top of these many consciousnesses, there is a dominant main consciousness, which is constantly subjected to various shocks, and seems to be assimilated by the ocean of consciousness formed by itself at any time, but in the end it all persists, allowing Klein to maintain a certain level of sobriety.

His body has been lying in the basement of the church of San Arianna, and his consciousness has risen to the inside of the "Source Fort", and sometimes has sunk into his body.

The images of the clones flashed in his mind, like a dream made up of a large number of fragments.