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Chapter 79 Peace at the end of the road

"Punishment and Peace"

Kedening thought deeply, with sadness on his face.

Boluogo's words reminded him of what happened a long time ago, when "Humanophilia" had just been established. He and David wandered in the dark alleys, plundering souls one after another.

Kedening washes his hands every day and keeps washing his hands until his hands are red. He doesn't stop. Even though his hands are clean enough, he still feels dirty. There is blood hidden in his nails. Even if he pulls out the nails, it is difficult to remove them.

"I think I can understand that too."

He was serious. Ke Denning still remembered those dark days. Every day he would wake up from nightmares. He would look at the passers-by on the street through the gaps in the curtains. He always felt that the messenger of God was among them, watching him, ready to help him at any time.

Lower the punishment.

Kedening lived in uneasy fear, but as time went by, he didn't know whether he was used to this kind of life or whether he was numb to the fear of punishment.

The punishment has not come, and the scale of "human addiction" is getting bigger and bigger. Countless philosopher stones are circulating every day.

Kedening also joked with David, "God is either dead or does not exist."

David doesn't have so much psychological burden. He is a pure mercenary. He said, "Then I prefer a world where God is dead."

"Why is it dead?" Kedening asked.

"Then at least He existed."

Kedening shook his head, putting those bad memories behind him, and murmured.

"My wife has some mental illness. She often does some hurtful things. Whenever she wakes up, she is in pain and blames herself. For this reason, she is always in a low mood and even thought about committing suicide."

Kedening did not lie, this was the truth, a distorted truth.

"Sometimes I think that she must also be thinking that as long as she dies, no one will be hurt, and she doesn't have to condemn her soul every day and live in fear."

"Your wife?" said Burlogo.

"Yes, that happened a long time ago. An accident caused her to suffer from such a disease. Fortunately, Gini is still very strong and she persists," said Kedening. "The theater is named after her.

of."

"You love her very much."

"Of course, I'm willing to get my hands dirty for her."

Kedening said words that only he could understand.

"Then you sound quite happy," Bologg said enviously, "but I am a complete unlucky guy."

"My friend's good deeds were not rewarded. Instead, he died in a murder of Codenine. You know? Sometimes I feel that the damned part of the world is here."

Bologger cursed under his breath.

"Actually, the misfortune in life is not the worst. The worst thing is that you continue to do good deeds, treat everyone sincerely, and love everything in life, but you do not get any recognition or reward.

If you are a wicked person and have burned, killed, and looted all over the place, then when you are punished, you may breathe a sigh of relief and say things like, "I deserve this."

But you always had good intentions, but you encountered misfortune of fate, which broke your head and caused blood.

This kind of thing will inevitably make people confused, making them confused about the meaning of their existence, and even the things they are obsessed with will no longer be reliable."

"That sounds terrible," Kodening said.

"Yeah, it sucks, so I'm often irritable and full of anger."

Bologna looked at the busy streets. Adele often said that she had a twisted sense of justice. It seemed that she was trying to execute justice, but this justice was not justice, but more like a personal venting of anger.

She often teases Boluogo. If Boluogo is an angel sent by God, he must also be a villainous angel.

Villainous angel, Borogo thought the word was cool.

This was the result, after what happened to Bologg, he felt aggrieved by everything and stubbornly smashed open one door after another with his fists.

"So did you find the answer?"

"I found it," he said after pondering for a few seconds. "If fate smashes my head, then I will grab its throat. God doesn't exist anyway, so what's the point of being afraid of fate?"

Woolen cloth?"

"I won't die. I have plenty of time to correct everything."

Borogo made jokes that Codenin didn't understand.

"Boluogo, your violence cannot solve everything. The world is very big and your personal fist cannot defeat all the evil people." In his memory, Jeffrey once commented like this.

"So? You can't defeat all the evil people, so you fall into confusion and pain? No, no, no, Jeffrey, this shouldn't be like this."

At that time, Boluogo retorted like this.

"First knock down what I can see and what I can't see, and then I will attack slowly."

Burlogo felt that when he said this, he was so cool, like an irritable philosopher, pursuing his own paranoid theory.

The world is a ring, and Boluogo is a boxer who cannot be defeated.

"That sounds really good," said Codening.

The door of the flower shop was pushed open, and Bologna saw Palmer standing at the door. He was facing the room, as if he was communicating with someone.

"I'm still sorry for letting you down."

Seeing this, Boluogo opened his mouth and concluded the conversation.

"It's nothing, life always has some surprises." Kedening said.

"But I will definitely go to see the reenactment." Bologo emphasized.

"Oh? A repeat?" Kedening's eyes were a little confused. He looked towards the street and said in a somewhat joking tone, "Maybe tomorrow night will be the last scene of The Wandering Rat?"

"The last scene? Then you might as well give me a spoiler." Bologo laughed, taking the so-called "last scene" as a joke.

Kedening shook his head at this.

"Does it need to be kept secret?" Bologo said.

"No, it's just that I didn't think about the ending."

"Ah? There's a performance tomorrow night, haven't you decided on the ending yet?"

Boluogo was surprised and asked, "What's going on with these creative people?"

"It's not that I didn't think about the ending. I wrote several manuscripts, but I always felt unsatisfied, as if I almost missed something."

Kedening was also very melancholy about this. He was like the wandering mouse in the story, wandering between the normal world and "human addiction". The pressure from the Bureau of Order and the urging of the King's Secret Sword made it impossible for him to calm down.

Complete this final performance.

Kedening is often tortured by a huge sense of separation, and sometimes even has hallucinations.

"Don't you need to rehearse?"

"No need. Although I didn't think about it, in my plan, the last scene will be Bart's monologue, and it's enough for me to perform it alone." Kodening said.

Burlogo stood up, and Palmer was already waving to him.

"Is that your friend?"

"Probably, the driver to be precise." Bologo said with a smile, which shows that Palmer's status in his heart is low.

"Actually, sometimes I feel that I don't love my wife."

Just when Boluogo was about to leave, Kodenin said suddenly.

Boluogo turned around, and Kedening still had that calm expression, as if he didn't even notice what he had just said.

"I know she is in pain. If I really love her, as she said, I would give her peace, but I don't know whether I am selfish and want to occupy her forever, or I am timid.

, I didn’t dare to face a future without her, so I used shackles to forcefully keep her.”

Kedening's face was expressionless.

"The pain continues. My pain, hers, and the pain of many people are entangled together and continue. Sometimes I comfort myself that at least Gini is still alive, and at least I can still hug her.

But what exactly is this feeling? Possessive selfish desires? Fear of the future? Or is it just my wishful thinking?"

He seemed to be reciting the lines of a script, but Kedening's recitation was very poor, without any feeling, like a cold repeater.

In Kedening's eyes, the world has become two different things, one is a crazy and dark hell, and the other is a stage for thousands of carnivals.

"Bologo, I think that although God does not exist, the evil people should also be longing for it, longing for the moment when punishment will come."

Ke Dening said quietly.

"At the end of their lives, they can finally stop fleeing and calmly accept the arrival of peace."

"Kokodenin?"

Boluogo looked at Kedening worriedly, Kedening blinked, and then he realized it, and he said embarrassedly.

"Sorry, I was thinking about some plot matters and got a little obsessed. I often do this, immersed in my own world."

"Wow, professional! As expected of a creative person."

Boluogo admired that he should be the only one to know whether Kodenin was sighing from the bottom of his heart or for some so-called creation.

"See you again when you have a chance, Kedening."

Boluogo waved his hand, said goodbye to Kedening and walked towards the flower shop. Kedening stood up slowly, his eyes were gloomy, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.

He also stood up and left, but looking at the maze-like Opos, Kedening felt frightened and confused, not knowing where to go.

In a small restaurant near the flower shop, three people were sitting at a small table in the corner, looking at each other.

"Palmer, you bastard, how many times have I told you not to follow me here?"

In the end, the conversation between the three people started with the man whispering curses.

"What do you mean by following you? I happened to be here to buy flowers. I happened to run into an old colleague. I happened to have time to catch up with old colleagues."

Palmer had a flower in his mouth, looking shameless.

While the two were scolding each other, Boluogo observed the man carefully. The man was wearing a similar outfit to Boluogo, just like an off-duty clerk. He had an ordinary appearance and wore glasses on his face. When he was silent, he gave

The person has a sense of rigor and reliability, but when the eyes are moved away from the man, it is as if he has been deliberately forgotten, and the image of the man continues to collapse in his mind until it disappears and returns to zero.

Is it secret? Boluogo doubted it.

After a simple friendly exchange, the man turned his attention to Boluogo.

"So who is this?"

"My new partner, Belogor Lazarus."

As he spoke, Palmer put his hand on Burlogo's body, acting like a good brother, and at the same time he did not forget to introduce him to Burlogo.

"Brogo, this is Churchbottom, my former partner."

The two looked at each other for a second and nodded to each other, indicating that they knew each other.

Boluogo's eyes revealed understanding, and Church's eyes revealed sympathy. For some reason, without saying a word, the two of them clearly knew each other's thoughts.

Church sighed, looked at Palmer with disgust, and frowned.

"Although Palmer, you are a damn bastard, but you have to admit that you still have a certain limit. You would not intrude into my private life so unintentionally. Is there something wrong?"

Palmer messed up his weekly date, and Church was willing to listen to his explanation before punching Palmer in the face out of an old relationship.

"You were sent to investigate a factory on the dock this time, right?" Palmer said.

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"I need more detailed information, information that you can't write on the report."

Palmer put away his smile and said seriously and solemnly.

"We'll raid there tomorrow night."


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