"Mr. Exorcist, do you think...this girl wants to forgive them?"
The girl raised her head, revealing a face with two lines of horrible blood and tears flowing down her face, and said with a sad smile.
"Why forgive?"
Lu Li did not ask her how she knew his identity, nor did he pay attention to the strong and substantial malice. He raised a finger, dropped it to the ground, and pointed downwards.
"Hell is empty here."
The dark halo above the girl's head seemed to swallow up everything around her, surging with horrifying malice. This scene seemed familiar, as did the dark ghost under the library - but the girl standing here was even more resentful.
"Shouldn't you be stopping me, as an exorcist?"
Her bleeding eyes were staring at Lu Li. She seemed to hate everything in the world - including the Lu Li in front of her.
To put it another way: she was looking for a reason to attack Lu Li.
A poor girl. Even though she was bullied to death and turned into a wraith that could do whatever she wanted... she still tried hard to stick to some of her beliefs.
Anna noticed the hostility surging in the air, puffed up her breath like a cat's fur, and prepared to fight back.
"You're right, I'm an exorcist, so I can't ignore it." Lu Li nodded calmly, then suddenly turned his head and said to Anna, who was facing a formidable enemy: "We haven't seen anything. The deserted Luli Detective Agency is still there until now.
Not a single guest was welcomed.”
"Ah?" Anna's breath froze and she tilted her head stupidly.
Lu Li had already turned his head and said to Miseliya, "She agreed."
"Are you sympathizing with me?" The girl's unstable aura continued to rise. The hateful black aura gradually changed from illusory to solid.
"If you need sympathy, then I am sympathizing with you. If you think sympathy will make you unbearable, then I am just doing what I should do." Lu Li replied.
"...You are a smart and good person." Miselia's beautiful cheeks gradually softened, and her breath was no longer directed at Lu Li. She smiled miserably: "But why didn't I meet you earlier."
"It's not too late now." Lu Li moved his feet and turned his seat to face the girl. He closed his eyes, gathered away his deepest emotions, and said softly.
"Go ahead, before anyone notices."
"I see your heart."
Misseliya said suddenly, looking at Lu Li's back.
"It's bright and colorful."
"I hope it will never be contaminated with dirt in its life."
The terrifying atmosphere gradually left the detective agency.
After Misseliya left, Lu Li opened his eyes.
"She's so pitiful...Boss, are you doing that out of sympathy?" Anna's tone was a bit complicated. She might have done something in life, but she was also dead and a ghost, and there was nothing she could do.
"No one can remain indifferent to this story." Lu Li slowly moved back, his unfocused eyes scanning the dim detective agency.
"But we just agreed to let her go?"
"Otherwise?" Lu Li asked back
Anna waved her hands anxiously and explained: "What I mean is... what if the police station or some night watchmen find out about it and cause trouble for you? Misseliya must have gone back to kill those who hurt her!"
Lu Li did not speak, but silently raised his eyes and glanced at Anna.
The pair of black eyes that rarely fluctuated were as calm as ever. At this moment, Anna understood what Lu Li meant.
He doesn't care.
Anna was speechless for a moment.
But she always felt that something was wrong. After thinking hard for a while, she suddenly realized what the problem was: "Mishalia was killed by those bad people, but those bad people do not have to bear any punishment."
Parliament will not punish a group of people for spreading rumors, especially if the rumors have nothing to do with politics.
Lu Li shook his head gently: "The logic is right, but the core is wrong. If you want a person to die, the most direct and labor-saving way is to kill him with a knife. The most cumbersome and complicated way is to understand the person's character and use gentleness to kill him.
Destroying him in various ways. For example, using rumors to break up his family, losing his job, causing him to suffer from mental illness, and ultimately committing suicide because he couldn't bear it."
"The former is murder, the latter is just slander, but do you think there is any difference between the two?"
Anna was silent. It was still murder, but the latter was more vicious and more capable of destroying a person - but the cost was insignificant.
Lu Li continued: "The law is the last resort to persuade people, and it is also the bottom line of morality. If someone does something that violates morality - believe me, the reason why he did not touch that line is simply because he cannot afford to violate it.
The price of law.”
Anna strongly agreed with Lu Li's idea, but that didn't mean she was optimistic about it. As an educated aristocratic girl, she knew that there were many similar things in the world.
She said softly: "But we know we can't handle this kind of thing..."
Lu Li did not answer her directly, but instead said, "I have a story to say."
Without waiting for Anna's next response, he began to speak slowly.
One morning after a storm, a man came to the beach for a walk. As he walked along the beach, he noticed that in the shallow puddles on the beach, there were many small fish that had been swept ashore by last night's storm.
They were trapped in shallow puddles and could not return to the sea, even though they were very close. There may be hundreds or even thousands of small fish trapped.
Before long, the water in the shallow puddles will be sucked dry by the sand and evaporated by the sun, and these small fish will all dry up to death.
The man continued to walk forward. He suddenly saw a little boy in front of him. He walked very slowly and kept bending down next to every puddle. He was picking up small fish in the puddles and pulling them hard.
Throw them back into the sea.
The man stopped and stared at the little boy, watching him save the lives of the little fish.
Finally, the man couldn't help but walked over: "Son, there are hundreds of thousands of small fish in this puddle, you can't save them."
"I know." The little boy replied without raising his head.
"Oh? Why are you still throwing it? Who cares?"
"This little fish cares!" the boy replied, picking up a fish and throwing it into the sea.
"I care about this one, and I care about this one! And this one, this one, this one..."
After telling the story, Lu Li took out yesterday's newspaper. Discussions by some residents and students appeared at the end of the article in the form of written comments.
[I was just joking, how could I become a murderer? 】
[Is this suicide? Oh, the psychological endurance of children nowadays is really terrible.]
[She did everything. All we did was spread the word about her. Why does the victim seem to be her? 】
[She was a good girl, I mean she at least knew how stupid what she was doing was, and then she committed suicide out of shame.]
The fish died, but the maggots were still crawling, multiplying, and growing on its carcass.
