Crown of Silence

Chapter 456 Washing Hands

Late at night, the mighty bells spread in the night sky.

In the silent church, under the holy emblem, the old man closed his eyes and prayed. Under the soft light, he cast a dim shadow.

In the peace, even the steel arm became soft, not like a weapon.

After the prayer, Abraham opened his eyes and stared at the holy emblem in a daze.

As if he heard the footsteps behind him, he turned around and saw the white-haired girl, smiled and waved to her.

"Teacher, I have been looking for you for a long time."

Bai Xi sat down obediently, "So you are here."

Abraham smiled awkwardly: "I don't know why, I have been upset these days. Only when I come here can I feel at ease."

"Here?" Bai Xi was confused.

"There is a god here."

Abraham stared at the holy emblem: "I pray to him that Charles will be safe."

Bai Xi followed him to look at the simple symbol, then turned back and looked at the old man in confusion:

"Teacher, do you also believe in God?"

"Maybe it's funny to others? When people get old, they are completely different from when they were young."

Abraham laughed at himself: "I didn't believe in God before, because I had nothing to pray to God. But now I hope that there is a god in this world who can protect you all from being safe. Let you, Xiao Ye, and Charles have a bright future.

Sorry, actually these should have been done by me, but I can't do it well."

"Teacher, you have done enough."

Abraham shook his head, "For decades, I have been confused by the composition of this world, but now, I am beginning to fear it. I am incompatible with it, but I want it to be gentle to me.

This is the weakness in my nature..."

He paused, smiling bitterly: "I actually feel, I am fine with being so weak. "

Bai Xi looked at him, her eyes were not disappointed or contemptuous, but curious: "What kind of person was the teacher before?"

"Probably a bad guy?"

Abraham scratched his head: "I have always been ashamed to talk about it: I have killed many people, some of whom are not guilty of death, and some are innocent, but I don't care.

Sometimes, I even indulge in the feeling of controlling life. At that time, I was like a demon-I was born to be trained to be such a freak.

Someone told me that in order to maintain this world, I need to kill some things and remove some pests.

This is the whole meaning of my life. "

Bai Xi was silent for a long time, and whispered: "Teacher, you don't like that either, right? I like the current teacher. Although he is old, he looks good when he smiles. "

"Before meeting Charles, I often trembled because of my bloodthirsty nature, woke up from nightmares, and couldn't sleep all night. But sometimes, I miss the warm touch of my fingers soaked in blood.

No one taught me how to buy coffee or how to shake hands with people, No one wanted to shake hands with me because I had a sword in my hand.

I didn't want to live this kind of life - this idea came to me after I picked up Charles.

I learned to change diapers for a child, raised a child, and made a lot of jokes... He was still small at that time, but he didn't feel scared at all when he looked at me.

From that time on, I felt that I was different from before, which was great. "

Abraham smiled, and his smile was without any shadow. When he stared at Bai Xi, his eyes became soft and relieved: "Do you know what the happiest thing for me every day now is?"

"- When I wash my hands. "

"The things washed out from my nails are not blood, but ink and chalk dust. "

He stretched out his right hand, and his five fingers were clean and soft, and gently stroked Bai Xi's long hair: "Now, I am beginning to be afraid of death, and I think it's great to be alive.

There are more and more things in this world that are worth my concern. I have you, Charles, and Xiao Ye, and I have three students. My past is not worth mentioning, but you are all my future. "

Bai Xi let him stroke her hair, just leaning on his shoulder, whispering softly: "Teacher is the best! When I get married in the future, I will let the teacher sit in the place of my parents.

Then I won't be afraid. "

"Okay."

Abraham smiled, but for some reason, he couldn't help crying.

He hugged the girl beside him, letting the hot tears roll into his shirt, whispering softly: "Okay. ”

-

In the night outside the church.

The old man stood quietly in the darkness, staring at Abraham's back in silence. After a long time, he gave up the idea of ​​going in and turned away.

"Abraham, are you still dreaming unrealistic dreams..."

-

In the same late night, in a dilapidated building in the dark alley of the holy city.

Under the dim light, the air was filled with a pungent smell of medicine. Packages of wrapped medicinal materials were piled on the shelves, but they were not labeled at all.

This is obviously not a regular pharmacy.

Even under the glory of the holy city, there are banned drugs. Those banned drugs were smuggled into the holy city through various channels and appeared in underground outlets through secret distribution.

But now, both the buyer and the seller don't seem to want to do business.

The smooth and fat man looked dull at the moment, and he had obviously been controlled by the telepathic musician for a long time. He looked at the people outside the counter and made a hollow sound.

"You have disappeared for so many days, and everyone is very worried. If you hadn't contacted us today, we would have thought you were dead."

Charles leaned against the wall sluggishly, smoking a low-quality cigarette, his eyes bloodshot. Hearing this, he just nodded and muttered "Oh".

The fat man asked dully: "Did the plan go well?"

"Just like that." Charles muttered, "Not bad, not bad."

As if aware of his resistance, the fat man asked: "What's going on?"

Ciel was silent.

After a long time, he whispered: "I don't want to do it."

"Huh?" Fatty didn't hear clearly.

Ciel repeated, raising his voice: "I won't do it."

There was a long silence, as if the other end didn't react. For a long, long time, under the control of the telepathic musician, the fat man spoke again:

"Char, have you thought clearly?"

The voice was cold and seemed to be questioning.

Ciel, have you really thought it through? Do you really want to understand the consequences?

"How many times do you want me to say this!"

Charles was furious, raised his head, and glared at him with red eyes: "I won't do it! I won't do it! Go to the Revolutionary Army! Go to the Silence Agency! Lock me up! Let me be cleaner! Arrest me Go back to jail!"

He stared at the fat man angrily, but the fat man turned into a real fat man in a trance.

It rotted in an instant, and there was a rough hemp rope hanging on the neck, as if it was suspended from something, and dark blood flowed from the seven orifices.

His lips opened and closed, and when he spoke, maggots and flies crawled in and out of his facial features...

here we go again.

That damn feeling is coming again...

Charles was stunned, staggered back, slid from the wall as if he had lost his strength, and sat on the ground.

"damn it……"

He covered his painful head and whispered softly.

The fat man looked at him coldly and made a sound after a long time.

"OK."

He said, "If you don't do it, there are people who do it, so you can leave."

Ciel was stunned, not expecting it to be so easy and simple.

"Anyway, your value is only this little." Fatty said calmly, "Do you know why Constantine values ​​you so much? Because you are a genius? Don't be ridiculous, Charles! Because your teacher..."

"What did you say?"

Charles looked at him blankly, got up from the ground, and his eyes became fierce: "This has nothing to do with my teacher! What do you want to do?!"

"It has nothing to do with it?"

The fat man laughed hollowly:

"——This is the sin your teacher, Abraham, committed while following Gaius when he was still a dragoon! Now it's time for him to take responsibility.

Charles, have you really thought it through?

If you don’t want to do it, you can, anyway, the higher-ups can use Abraham as a lure..."

"How dare you!" Charles pulled up the fat man's collar and roared hoarsely.

"This is your choice, Ciel."

The fat man said calmly: "Even if that man surnamed Ye goes crazy, nothing will change. The Silent Mechanism is not a place to judge the title. The Mithril Vault has secretly imprisoned many nobles... You don't want your friends to do it because of that. You were imprisoned there, right?"

Ciel's fingers relaxed weakly.

He held his head in severe pain, staggered back, huddled in the corner, and made vague sounds. It sounded like a curse, but I couldn't hear it clearly.

In the long silence, he raised his head, the bloodshot eyes in his pupils were like burning flames.

There was no sadness or joy in those eyes, just numbness.

"I came out to buy medicine as an excuse."

He stretched out his hand: "Give me the medicine on the list."

So the fat man smiled and patted him on the shoulder:

"That's good."

Charles was silent, took the wrapped medicine and potion, turned around, and pushed the door open.

-

It was extremely cold in the Holy City late at night, and the water vapor formed frost on the iron walls.

Charles walked out of the secret stronghold of the Silent Organization, carrying the package of unknown medicine, lowered his head, and walked silently towards the warehouse where he lived.

But in the trance, he heard the sighing voice behind him.

"It took you a long time to buy medicine."

The unshaven revolutionary soldier smoking a cigarette was his roommate.

He leaned on the street lamp and looked at him in the faint light with a strange smile: "Are you cold?"

That kind of gaze seemed to know something, which made people feel cold all over.

"How did you..."

Ciel was stunned and speechless.

Brother Beard kicked his hands in his arms and walked forward with a smile. Ciel froze in place, staring blankly at the palm of his hand in his pocket, not knowing what was hidden inside.

"What a coincidence."

Brother Beard took out his hand. There was no knife or rope in that hand. He just patted him on the shoulder, meaningfully: "I came out to buy cigarettes. I heard that you were nearby, so I was waiting for you to come with me."

He paused and looked back at the direction Charles came from: "You've been in there for so long, don't you want to escape?"

Charles smiled stiffly: "How could that be?"

"Then let's go."

Brother Beard held his shoulders, and his hands were extremely strong, like iron hoops: "Let's go back first, and we'll talk about other things slowly."

Charles' face was pale, he gritted his teeth and forced a smile:

"Okay."

-

At the same time, in the dilapidated warehouse.

Under the dim light, Constantine sat on a chair, his face stern, silent, just silently tapping the table with his fingers.

The remaining seven or eight people were standing or sitting, with gloomy expressions, but their eyes were staring at the table without exception, looking at the document being tapped on the table.

Behind Constantine, the examiner lowered his head and casually sharpened his dagger, and the harsh sound rang in everyone's ears.

When the knock on the door sounded, he smiled happily.