Is Jenna's brother crazy? Another anger surged in Lumian's heart.
This was not because he was angry with the other person, thinking that his mental quality was too poor for him to go crazy like this, but because he seemed to hear the mocking voice of fate again.
Although he could see yesterday that Julian was blaming himself for Elodie's death and had a certain degree of self-isolation, but it was far from the level of going crazy. Even if there were psychological problems in the future, they would be long-term.
It cannot collapse all at once.
Unless, unless something happened last night, Julian was dealt a heavy blow again!
Damn fate!
Franka was equally surprised.
She reminded Jian Na yesterday to ask her to pay attention to her brother's mental condition and mental state, but she never thought that Julian would turn around and go crazy.
In her understanding, he was a young man who had experienced hardships and was still in good health. He would not adversely affect his emotions or trigger dangerous tendencies. Therefore, it was normal for him to be autistic or even indulge for a while.
It's unlikely that there will be a complete breakdown that night.
Jian Na told her that Julian's character was a bit prone to extremes, but that was for the good of his family. Under the premise that his sister was still alive, burdened with debt, and had to be an underground singer prone to various problems, Julian
Obviously he will support himself, work hard, and help share the debt until it is paid off. At that time, if his psychological problem has not been resolved, he may collapse or commit suicide silently.
This made Franka suspect that Julian had received a new stimulus last night.
Similarly, she has always been a little confused about Jian Na's mother's choice to commit suicide, but she did not bring it up to avoid irritating Jian Na.
She could understand Elodie's feelings and choices, but she felt that the act of committing suicide was too quick and too easy, as if her emotions were affected by something, and it was a bit too impulsive.
Before she traveled to this world, she had read many similar reports, and she knew that the torture of poverty, the self-blame of burdening her family with heavy debts, the fear of losing the ability to work, and pure and selfless love could really make a difference.
An optimistic person chooses to go to a dead end and sacrifice himself.
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. The probability of making up his mind to commit suicide on the same day he understands the situation cannot be said to be impossible, but
It's definitely low.
Franka initially speculated that there are two possibilities. One is that the poor physical condition has also affected Jenna's mother psychologically. The other is that the explosion in the chemical plant must have the purpose that the parliamentary secretary Rona and others wanted to achieve.
The subsequent abnormal and widespread mood swings may be one of them.
Julian is also in this situation? In secret, Franka turned her attention to Janna who was sobbing and walking to the door of room 207: "What's going on?" "Julian was fired." Janna looked a little resentful.
He said eloquently, "Just because he didn't go to the factory yesterday afternoon, who can still think of working after his mother passed away? After leaving the hospital, he immediately went to his master to make up for his personal leave, but what he waited for came.
It’s a notice of dismissal, he has been an apprentice there for a whole year!”
"Fuck!" Franka cursed, "Can't we deduct some money? Those people are orphans, won't there be deaths in the family?"
"They said you have to apply in advance, not later." Jenna wiped the tears around her eyes casually, "Julian completely collapsed this morning, crying like a child, saying very self-blame and fear of losing his job.
I waited until he was tired from crying and fell asleep, and then I came to find you. I went to Baicoat Street first and found no one there, so I ran here again."
As she talked, she became a little wordy, as if she had too many emotions accumulated in her heart that needed to be vented.
After listening to Jenna's words, Franka breathed a sigh of relief: "It doesn't sound too serious, more like a stress-related breakdown.
"Believe me, a real 'psychiatrist' can cure your brother, completely. I will make an appointment for you now!"
While speaking, Franka turned around and walked towards the stairs.
The anger in Lumian's heart grew stronger and stronger.
He forgot to ask for leave, made up for it on the same day but was fired, and couldn't bear the new stimulation anymore and turned into a madman. These details made him smell the atmosphere of coincidence.
Fuck you Thermipolos!
Fuck your fate!
Lumian turned his head abruptly and said to Janna: "Let's go visit the factory owner and your brother's master!"
Jian Na pursed her lips and said, "Okay."
Lumian passed her and followed Franka towards the stairs, with two flames burning in his blue eyes.
At this moment, the words left by the "psychiatrist" Ms. Susie flashed through his mind: Always remember not to be overly emotional. Whenever you have a similar reaction, immediately use deep breathing and other methods to calm down your mood and ease your state...
Lumian suddenly gasped for air, feeling alert: Faced with the fact that Brother Jenna went crazy, faced with the mockery of fate, I should be angry and resist, but I shouldn’t be so angry.
Lose your mind!
Almost at the same time, behind Lumian, Jenna's angry expression turned dull, and she pulled out a brown-green short knife from somewhere.
It didn't look like a metal weapon, it seemed to be cut from the branches of a certain tree. There were many pieces of bark remaining on its surface, arranged in a dizzying way to form different patterns.
With a flick of the ground, Jenna's short knife stabbed Lumian's vest.
As soon as Lumian was alert, he immediately twisted his body. The dagger failed to hit his vital point and was inserted between his shoulder and back.
Jian Na immediately jumped back lightly, and the blood from the wound gushed out, red as fire.
On her brown-green dagger made of wood, all the bark seemed to come alive, frantically absorbing the Lumian blood it had been contaminated with.
At this time, Jenna's facial muscles also changed, making Lumian and Franka, who turned around, feel strangely strange.
In an instant, she turned into a girl with profound features, pure and charming temperament.
Lumian's eyes suddenly enlarged, and he recognized who this fake Jenna was: Charlotte Calvino!
Charlotte Calvino, the heroine of The Old Pigeon Cage!
Charlotte's figure seemed to be assimilating with the surrounding environment, and she instantly avoided the red fireball thrown by Lumian.
Amidst the roaring explosion, the door of 207 collapsed. The actor chuckled and said, "I woke up quickly and couldn't kill you directly.
"But it doesn't matter, all we need is a little blood from you."
Market Avenue, in the khaki building where the congressman's office is located.
Jenna entered the banquet hall in a daze and saw several long tables with exquisite desserts, cooked dishes and cups of alcoholic beverages of different colors.
In the corner of the hall, a small symphony band played a gentle melody that could soothe people's hearts, and the crystal chandelier in mid-air assisted the sunlight shining in from the window.
People wearing brown jackets, linen shirts, off-white long skirts and other common clothing in market areas were scattered in different places, which was incompatible with such a banquet venue.
Some of them stood in the corner with dull expressions, some looked at those expensive things with resentful expressions, some filled their bellies blankly, and some drank champagne and enjoyed the high-class people with excitement and excitement.
A real banquet that we can participate in.
Jenna instinctively retreated to a corner, to a dim place with weak light, and watched all this without expression.
In the council member’s office on the fourth floor.
Hugues-Artois, with mottled sideburns and a rather large nose, was wearing a black tuxedo and a dark blue bow tie. He stood behind the window and looked at the market area.
This rather chaotic and quite old place belongs to his kingdom.
"Mr. Congressman, why do you want to hold a condolence banquet and invite those untouchables to attend?" Rhone, who wore gold-rimmed glasses and had his hair neatly slicked back, asked doubtfully.
Hugo Artois smiled: "This is the responsibility of a member of parliament. Before I have another identity, I still have to do what I should do.
"Moreover, giving some comfort and help to those who are grieving at this time can help them remember that in the future, they can become my followers, and it will be easier for them to change their beliefs."
When the red-haired Cassandra heard this, she chuckled: "And they will never know that it is you, the congressman, who brought disaster to them, caused them pain and despair.
"They will only be moved by the care of big people and be satisfied with the promises you make."
Secretary Rona nodded and added with a smile: "In their eyes, Mr. Congressman is a big shot that they can only look up to. They dare not approach him, dare not say a word, let alone doubt, express anger and hate.
"As long as no one organizes them, they will never dare to resist."
Hugues Artois laughed and said: "So we must divide them and make them hate each other."
Having said this, Hugues Artois looked out the sunny window again and said to himself: It's time for the people of the "Mother Tree of Desire" to take action...
"Chaotic streets, outside the Golden Rooster Hotel.
The ground suddenly cracked, and the middle collapsed. Several vendors were unable to dodge and fell down. The screams only lasted for a second before ending abruptly.
A huge, brown-green tree suddenly emerged from the ground, extending a large number of branches to all sides.
Before he could fall down, the screams only lasted for a second and then stopped abruptly.
This entangled several surrounding blocks, wrapping up the Golden Rooster Hotel layer by layer.
The eloping couple once again played their favorite sports and cursed each other; the intelligence dealer Anthony Reed once again hid under the wooden table, shivering; the owner of the speakeasy, Pavard Nissen, picked up the drawing board while
He drank heavily while describing the pictures in his heart with a sad face...
The huge brown-green tree is still growing upward.