13 Mink Street Chapter 326

Mrs. Tang Li took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly. Although she did not turn around, Mrs. Filscher's expression at this moment appeared in her mind.

Some people will change, such as herself. For so many years, she has been constantly adapting to her identity and her own life, so as to integrate and enjoy it.

But some people will not change, such as Mrs. Filscher.

It's not that she doesn't want to change, it's that she has no conditions to change.

She seemed to be lying on a floor full of barbs. The wound had already started to fester, exuding a stench, and the pain and torment had accompanied her all day long.

But she's used to it.

If you ask her to stand up again or roll over off the floor, her body will inevitably touch other barbs, and she will be afraid of pain.

"The past..."

Mrs. Filscher heard the words and asked, "Do you want to persuade me to let go?"

Madam Tang Li shook her head and said, "The past has nothing to do with the children."

"Children?" Mrs. Filscher frowned slightly.

Mrs. Tang Li calmly sought to make up for it: "My son has been cursed and tortured because he inherited my bloodline. If there is a choice, I hope he will not touch the slightest bit of such pain. When I see When you were your granddaughter, when I saw her groggy as if she was dozing off, I knew that you must have made her childhood very dark."

"As a descendant of the Filscher family, she has a mission of revenge."

"What mission?"

"revenge!"

"Did you ask her to take revenge on Dis? Do you think it's possible?"

Mrs. Filscher suddenly smiled and said, "But Diess, there are descendants."

"Ha ha."

Mrs. Tang Li laughed. She used her laughter to hide her killing intent after hearing this sentence.

Mrs. Fisher picked up a strawberry on the plate on the table, took a small bite, and threw the rest directly under her feet. Her son immediately stuck his head out, ate the strawberry, and deliberately licked the floor.

"I'm very happy to be able to see me, really, it reminds me of the old days, hehe." Mrs. Filscher laughed to herself again, "I really didn't expect you to meet me at that time. In my opinion, apart from the interesting blood of the Guman family, he is nothing special in other respects, alas, he is completely unworthy of Disbee."

My husband, I can scold me, I can ridicule him, but when outsiders say him, I must be unhappy.

Mrs. Tang Li turned around, looked at Mrs. Filscher, leaned forward, and said:

"Of course Deron doesn't deserve Disbee."

"Yeah, I knew that you knew very well..."

"But I've always known that I'm not good enough for Dis."

Mrs. Fisher's face stiffened, because she knew that this sentence was about herself!

Madam Tang Li stood up straight again and said, "Why do you keep living in your dreams?"

"You don't understand!" Mrs. Filscher's voice suddenly became sharp. "You don't understand what love is at all. You people from the Art family are a kind of blood parasite!"

"Then do you understand?"

"I understand, of course I understand!"

"You understand love, why did you go and confess to Di Si when you were already married?"

"Marriage is not love. Using marriage to bind love is a blasphemy against love!"

"Do you know why I haven't come to you for so many years since that incident happened? Even though our relationship back then was very good. Because I found out that you and I are not the same kind of people.

You treat reality as a dream. In your dream, you only care about yourself and only consider your own feelings and likes and dislikes. You are too selfish.

Being friends with you is very insecure. "

Mrs. Fisher didn't care, and said, "I'm just more real than all of you, unlike you, all of them are hypocritical."

"Then guess, does Di Si know the truth of that incident?"

Mrs. Filscher was stunned.

Mrs. Tang Li continued: "It seems that you always have the answer in your heart."

"Even if he knew what to do, he still didn't have the heart to kill me. He had me in his heart."

Mrs. Tang Li picked up a whole strawberry from the table, bent over, and delivered it to the man under the table. The man opened his mouth, took it, chewed it, swallowed it, and stuck out his tongue at her to show intimacy.

"Is your life happy all these years?"

"What exactly do you mean?"

"My meaning is very simple. He didn't kill you because he felt that killing you was a kind of kindness. It's better to let you live and be tortured by life."

"You! Yes! Hu! Talk!"

"Okay, I'm leaving, I wish you a happy life."

Madam Tang Li pushed open the door and walked out. When she walked out of the small wooden door in the garden, the villa behind her was directly engulfed by the black mist and almost disappeared.

"Ugh."

Mrs. Tang Li sighed, originally she just dismantled the crow her son flew to Karen;

I was a little curious about what my son and grandson were doing, so I came over to have a look. As a result, I found out that it was related to this man.

Dis,

Why didn't you just kill her the last time you came to Wayne?

At the gate of a farm, Karen and Mr. Eisen stood side by side.

Philomena brought them here and said that this was the man's hiding place, but there were many defensive puppets in the farm, and she was afraid that people would escape, so she went in alone and caught him out.

Karen agreed.

Mr. Eisen asked: "Do you really believe her?"

"Well." Karen nodded, "I had contact with her during the selection process, and her situation is a bit special."

"and also?"

"Oh, no."

Mr Eisen said: "I feel, yes, she has some mental issues just like me."

"I did not mean that."

"I've always been curious about one thing." Mr. Eisen looked at Cullen. "I've always felt that you respected me a little too much, which was puzzling and disturbing to me."

"Because you are an honest man."

Eisen shook his head at the answer, clearly not believing the reason.

"She barely counts."

"Oh, that's what the word 'integrity' means in this context, I see, she doesn't like to lie."

"By the way, there is something I want to ask you, what do you think about the technique of spreading a letter to the crow?"

"Experience? Wouldn't it be nice if you could fold it up to fly? Do you want to pursue how beautiful it is?"

"Well, you're right."

"That eagle, I think we can investigate." Mr. Eisen said, "I will be in charge of this matter?"

"There are some problems with her background. You don't have to investigate it yourself, I will do it myself."

"Okay, I know."

The sudden appearance of the eagle instantly changed Philomena's attitude, and Karen vaguely felt that there might be something to do with her grandmother behind it.

Next time you go to Guman's house by yourself, you can try to ask her.

Of course, if she is willing to take the initiative to say something to herself, she will also call to let her go, or ask Richard to invite her. After all, Richard's legs are growing fast.

"Oh, yes, there will be arrangements at the top in the near future, probably I will form a new Whip of Order team, I have already agreed with Richard, he will join at that time, but he has a good relationship with 'Mr. Memphis' , please let 'Memphis' join in, or he won't join.

What do you think? "

Mr. Eisen said solemnly: "He actually dares to blackmail you with your gift to him?"

"This is his fault. You can educate him better when you go back, but what about the new team?"

"Can I join?" Mr. Eisen asked. "I mean, would you be bothered?"

"No, I hope you can join. You and Richard were originally non-staff members, and you can just turn into a regular with me."

"Okay, I'll join, thank you."

"fine."

Karen felt that his uncle should really like the life of the Whip of Order and the feeling of being a teammate with his son.

At this moment, Philomena came out with a fat male in her hand.

"Pfft!"

Philomena dropped the fat man on the ground.

"You take him back to the pottery museum and let Lemar take a look. If there is no problem, it will be resolved by Lemar's attitude."

"I know."

Mr. Eisen stepped forward, mentioned the fat man, checked Karen's eyes, and then took him away.

Philomena looked at Karen and asked, "Why don't you go with him?"

"Although there have been some twists and turns, from my standpoint, you helped me solve a trouble, and I should say thank you to you."

You can't convict Philomena by what didn't happen, even if she was supposed to be the "thug" hired by the fat man.

"Can that pottery shop also be a puppet?"

"Yes, the craftsmanship is very good. You can directly ask the owner Lemar to order it. Report my name and you can get a discount."

"I see." Philomena turned her head slightly, "You know my grandma?"

"Uh, I don't know you, and I haven't investigated your background."

"Then do you want to investigate?"

"If there is a chance in the future, I will visit your elders." Karen said politely. valley

Philomena asked, "Are you busy now?"

"It depends on what you want me to do next?"

"I want to take you home and see my grandma. She heard about you from me and appreciates you."

"Sorry, I don't want to go."

Philomena nodded.

Karen continued: "Not against you."

"It's okay, my house is not a suitable place to visit."

"I meant no offense."

"I'm also used to not taking it to heart."

After saying that, Philomena turned around and left.

Karen picked up the sword of Arius and walked to the car that was parked not far away. After sitting in the car for a while, he started the car and went home.

It was already evening when we arrived at the funeral club, but what surprised Karen was that two strange cars were parked in front of the funeral club.

After getting off the car, he walked into the front hall. There stood three men and two women, all wearing casual clothes, but after approaching them, I could sense a familiar professional atmosphere from them.

They saw Karen come in, and their faces moved slightly.

A woman in her thirties with many freckles on her face walked up to Karen and extended her hand to Karen:

"Giotto's team, Malena."

Karen shook her hand: "Karen."

"Congratulations, Mr. Cullen, you passed the final selection."

"Thank you, you are..."

Karen found a stretcher cart in the back with the body of a man lying on it.

Are you in business?

Karen is really uncomfortable. After all, her funeral club has been out of business for a long time since the funeral for old Saman.

"This is my captain, Giotto." Malena pointed to the stretcher.

Karen walked to the stretcher car. Lying on it was a middle-aged... an elderly man with half-white hair, but a angular face and a large physique. He should have been a very tough person before his death.

"We have discussed with your servant before, and your servant has promised to hold a funeral for our captain."

This customer did meet the new rules that Karen had previously set for the funeral society, that is, to save manpower, only accept coupons to pay for the business.

"Okay, thank you for your trust, we will have a good funeral for Mr. Giotto."

At this time, Alfred came out with a booklet in his hand. He first saluted Karen, then handed the booklet to Malena, saying:

"I hope you can discuss the options and detailed requirements in this booklet with Mr. Giotto's family, tick off or fill in, and send it over before the night after tomorrow. After all, it will take some time to sort out the remains."

"Okay, I get it, you worked hard."

Malena turned to Karen again: "You worked hard."

Karen responded immediately: "This is what we should do."

Malena raised the booklet in her hand and said, "Then let's go first, captain, captain, he will ask you."

"Please don't worry."

After Malena and the others drove away, Alfred called Pique and Dinkom and asked them to push Mr. Giotto into Mrs. Lake's workshop, with Karen and Alfred following behind.

"My own business?" Karen asked. "Is it introduced by someone?"

"I came to the door by myself. I just had a brief chat with Malena, and I was very happy to learn that Mr. Giotto was holding the last issue of "Order Weekly" before his death and pointed to the page that reported on you, Master. He praised you for being the pride of the Yorktown Whip of Order, and then he grabbed the newspaper and died."

"Why does that sound weird?"

"Sorry, young master, it's my misrepresentation. Mr. Giotto is his own fault. He was injured and contaminated during a mission. He has been treated in the church hospital for several months, but because of the deterioration of the pollution, he took the initiative to request Signed to agree to his own death, and yesterday was the day he was euthanized."

Peak and Dinkom pushed the body into the workshop and walked out. Karen lifted the white cloth covering the body and put her hand on the body to feel it. There was no spiritual power left on the body. purified.

It is not uncommon to be polluted during the mission. If it is not dealt with in time or the pollution is too deep, the pollution attribute is more difficult, then it means that the life of the priest has entered the countdown.

A small number will dissipate their bodily functions as the pollution worsens, which is fortunate to have an end to death.

But because of the priest's own characteristics, most of the pollution deteriorated instead of death, but lost, became a new source of pollution or lost all reason and turned into a brutal monster.

It's not cruel to sign your own death consent, but you don't want to end up in that situation and want to leave yourself a decent place.

"His team members thought this was the captain's last wish, and they also found out that you were working in the Pavaro Funeral Society, so they arranged for Mr. Giotto's funeral to be held here."

"Okay, I know."

After a normal priest dies, the body will be recycled by the church where he belongs, but Giotto died of pollution, so his body will not be recycled. There is a reason for the residual spiritual power.

Such remains have no value for recycling.

"My subordinates will hand over this matter, and after the funeral plan is made, I will hand it over to the young master for your inspection and review."

"Okay, let's do it first."

"Master, and about Mr. Dai Shan."

"Is it checked so soon?"

"Yes, Ms. Daishan seems to have been in contact with some new ideological organizations recently and will go to their activities, but those organizations have nothing to do with the church."

"That's good."

"Subordinates will continue to watch these things."

"Well, thank you for your hard work."

Lemar Ceramics Museum, underground studio.

A fat man was imprisoned on the erected workbench, with additional restraints on his body, he could only open his eyes, but could not move or make a sound.

In front of him, Lemar lifted the "lock" of his sister's puppet.

After Serena regained her freedom, her first words were:

"Brother, Mr. Cullen came to my room specially to talk to me and comfort me!"

"Brother, I'm also worried that you will be locked in for so many days, what psychological problems will occur. It seems that Mr. Cullen is indeed an excellent part-time psychiatrist."

"Brother, have you forgotten? I have lived in various puppets for many years. Being locked in a puppet is the same as when you close the store and go out of business for a few days. Where can there be any psychological problems?"

"It's fine if you don't have any psychological problems." Lemar walked over to a little boy puppet beside him, reached out and patted his head. He opened his mouth and spat out a crystal carving knife.

Holding this carving knife, Lemar smiled and looked at the man in front of him, and said, "I didn't expect that, Yilmaz carving knife, I will put it in such a conspicuous place, because it is very precious to me. , but after all, it's just a tool.”

Immediately, Lemar handed the Yilmaz knife to his sister.

"Brother, what are you doing for me?"

Lemar pointed to the carving knife, then pointed to the man in front of him, and said, "Selina, today, brother, I will officially teach you the puppet-making technique, so I will use him as the raw material for your first work."

"Brother, are you sure you're not joking? I'll really have problems with my mind."

"That's right, you have a reason to see Mr. Cullen for medical treatment."

"But I'm a puppet, a puppet, what kind of puppet-making technique do I learn."

"Our ancestor Voss was originally a puppet."

"Brother, do you have a fever?"

"No."

"If Ancestor Voss is a puppet, how can there be us?"

"In the mythical narrative of the "Abyss Long Song" of the abyss religion, it is recorded: [When the abyss **** went to open up heaven, he called Lavos to make a puppet of his own for him, making the evil existence in **** mistaken for the **** of the abyss I'm still in hell, I don't dare to make mistakes.]

Our family's oral tradition describes what happened next:

[After the event was completed, the **** of the abyss asked the ancestors what kind of reward they wanted. The patriarch replied: Ask the great God to give you a drop of blood. 】

Historically, the reason for the decline of our family was that the Light God Cult asked our family to build a puppet for them, but the family refused. Since then, under the suppression of the Light God Cult, the family declined and fell apart.

Because the Light God Cult took out a drop of... terrifying blood, who do you guess?

What is their purpose? "

"Brother, I haven't been very interested in these grand mythological narratives and true and false family legends since I was a child. You know that."

"Selina, I've always guessed that it may not be our descendants who are most suitable for practicing puppet forging, but... puppets, we make tools, but what you and our ancestors make are of the same kind."

"Brother, you know how lazy I am."

"Mr. Cullen has a fiancée."

"Brother, why did you suddenly say this?"

"Mr. Cullen is a principled person. He will not be with you, and your body is infertile. Don't you think this would be a great regret?"

"Brother, don't you feel cruel to a younger sister who has just been locked up for so many days?"

"But maybe one day in the future, you can find a suitable excuse to ask Mr. Cullen for a drop of blood."

"Hehe, brother, do you think your sister is an idiot, so easy to be fooled by you? Even if I study hard and really reach the same height as my ancestors, what you seduced me will never happen.

After all, Mr. Cullen is no god. "

"Well, then there's no way, alas."

Lemar sighed, and when he was about to take back the Yilmaz knife, he found that the handle of the knife had been taken away, and the person who took the knife was his sister.

Serena also sighed,

road:

"Hey, I'm soft-hearted, and it makes me feel bad to see my brother's disappointed look."

It's an update today. Long has to adjust his state. He hasn't been able to rest well for the past few days. Hold on tight everyone!

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