Lillian's Melaleuca routine

Aya met Fyodor the next evening.

During the day, she was still called by the police officers to the police station to ask for information. They repeatedly confirmed some details, including some detailed statements of Yevgeny Belekov's situation at the time.

At the same time, Sonia also informed Aya of the identity of the unknown corpse, which was not Yevgeny Belekov, but someone else.

Since then, the suspicion of Yevgeny Belekov has become even greater.He may have taken this opportunity to feign death to escape, but the police have questioned many relevant personnel, and still cannot determine his whereabouts.

Due to the absence of important meetings for a long time, Yevgeny's position in the parliament has long been replaced, and the subordinates have also been divided up. It can be said that it is a completely loss-making business.

Also because there was no news of his whereabouts at all, the police officers were very busy, so they just asked Aya to confirm some things and let her leave.

But this also delayed Aya's time for half a day. By the time she had time to meet Fyodor, it was already evening.

The place they agreed on was in the Cultural Park, which is usually more lively than other places even at night. There is an ice skating rink nearby, which is the place they failed to go to last time, but this time the destination is obviously not this.

They met at one of the gates of the park, then found a hidden place, and sat together on a bench resting on the side of the road.

It's very dark here, with shadows of trees, only a few lonely electric poles next to it can bring a little yellow light.From Aya's point of view, she couldn't see anything a few meters away.

It was cold in Moscow at night, and in any case, it was an inappropriate place for a normal couple to choose a date.

But they're clearly no ordinary couple.

It didn't snow today, and the seat was very clean. After sitting down, Aya turned her gaze to the Moskva River. It was already frozen at this time. Looking from the riverside, it looked lifeless.There is no hustle and bustle in summer here, at least in summer, the Moscow River is full of cruise ships coming and going.

"Fei Jia, you know I called you here today because I want to ask you a few questions." Ling didn't talk nonsense, and went straight to the point, "What did you and Sonia say?"

"I didn't say anything in particular," Fyodor replied, resting his head on his hands, leaning back slightly in his seat, and staring at the sky above.

"You know, um...we need to agree. Do you understand?" Aya said in confusion.

"It's not a big deal." He relaxed his body leisurely, adjusted his posture, and then turned to look at Aya, and said coolly, "I believe in you, Lilian. Didn't the result turn out as you wished?"

"It's as you wished." Aya knew that Fyodor would not answer this question, so she went on to ask the second question, "Do you know Alexander Pushkin? We met on a date in a restaurant." The weirdo. I think you should be very impressed with him."

She said sarcastically: "No, it must be. In that case, you have deceived me a lot, Fedya."

"You didn't ask me." He quibbled.

"..."

"Why should I take the initiative to tell you?"

She was speechless.

In retrospect, Ling really didn't ask much about Fyodor. After all, she never got along with him with the intention of a long-term relationship.

This feeling was really stuck in her throat, and Ling's unhappiness soared to the sky.

This shrewd and ruthless person, she had to deflate him to vent her anger.

However, Aya changed her mind, if Pushkin knew Fyodor, then Gogol and Fyodor should also be acquainted.

Ling recalled the scene of her speeding along the national highway with Gogol that day, it was undoubtedly a pleasure, but now between her and Fyodor, there is only anger and use.

...Why is there such a big gap between people?

The more Aya thinks about it, the more angry she is. She has invested a lot of time in Fyodor, but she has received very little in return, but now she is a little unwilling to ask Aya to give up on her.

She decided to follow the sunk cost effect, first find a way to conquer Fyodor, and get back the money from him.

However, before that, Aya asked the third question: "Do you know Yevgeny Belekov? Fedya."

"I know him." He answered seamlessly, without a single flaw.

But Aya already knew that the unlucky Yevgeny Belekov was Fyodor's scapegoat.She mourned for Yevgeny in her heart for a second, and in any case the man was pathetic in a way.

She still thought Yevgeny was dead, because Fyodor had no reason to leave Yevgeny alive.

There was silence between the two again, and Aya was racking her brains to analyze Fyodor.

And Fyodor just asked her again casually.

"Do you have any questions, Lillian."

His neat posture, calm face, every move is full of tranquility - he has no fear at all, everything is under his control.

And these things made Aya's teeth itch with anger.

She's going to smash his mask.

Aya's attention began to wander to the conversation they had in the high-rise restaurant that day.

He seemed to be completely disappointed in this twisted society, so he said something like eliminating the supernatural beings, which should be his final appeal.

If all of Fyodor's actions were purposeful, and he could vaguely feel the purpose of his approaching her, then Fyodor should be passive, because it was he who wanted her.

In fact, the situation is just the opposite. On the contrary, Aya was put together by him.

However, only this time.

Ling already had an idea, so she started to ask questions, her tone was explosive: "Fei Jia, I used to think you were a kind person. Even now, I still think that all your kind actions are sincere. But I It's incomprehensible, why would you hurt ordinary people mercilessly? I mean, why would you kill them?"

Fyodor was not troubled by this question, he answered with ease: "This is a very simple arithmetic problem. It is reasonable to exchange a few deaths for many lives, isn't it? Everything I have done It's just advancing for the purpose of eliminating the supernatural beings, and during this period, any sacrifices made are worthwhile."

"Besides, didn't you say that too? Lillian." He turned around, put down his sore arm, and hammered his hand with some strength, then he leaned his head on Aya's shoulder affectionately, and asked, " Man chooses death on his own initiative."

"I don't understand, because you are full of care for people, our views are not the same." Aya retorted him.

"Let me explain it to you for now, Lillian." He sighed, stretched out his hand to brush his drooping black hair, and said, "What do you think is a crime? What is a punishment?"

"Sin? I think it is a kind of evil. But everyone has a different definition of evil, so it is difficult for people to convict people from one angle. In terms of punishment, it is the fruit of sin. People should be punished." She curled her lips and continued, "This should be the opinion of most people, right? However, to me, there is no difference between crime and punishment, because all human beings cannot escape the embrace of death. People will always return to nothingness in the end, so there is no point in discussing these."

"No." He shook his head and said, "No matter how vague the definition of sin is, as long as the human heart exists, sin will exist. If God created human beings, why would He bring sin to humans? Evil is born, and evil is not the suffering that God brings to man, but evil is the disaster of human beings themselves.”

"According to what you said, people's death is what they deserve?" Aya turned sideways and looked into those strange purple pupils, "Then, what about people who can't die? Should she just live in sin for the rest of her life? ?”

"You didn't understand me, Lillian." He just smiled and continued, "Death is not the punishment for sin. Death is the salvation of people, and guilt, self-blame, these are painful and painful. What is tortured is man's punishment. The Creator intentionally subjects His chosen ones to unimaginable humiliations and trials, including rape in the House of the Dead, in order to demonstrate the most horrific sufferings of human prophets. Pain. ① And only through suffering can people pursue the so-called happiness.”

"Therefore, death liberates people from suffering and gives them new life meaning. When the soul ascends, people will be liberated from the cage of ugliness and humiliation, and they will usher in a new life, isn't it? The definition of punishment."

"As for people who don't die." Fyodor looked straight at her, and in the darkness, he said softly, "Would you call it a human being?"

"Why not?" Ling asked back, without the slightest guilty conscience, "Fei Jia, since you believe that death is the salvation of human beings, why do you want to eliminate all supernatural beings instead of all human beings?"

"That's a good question, but I've already told you the answer, Lillian. It's the supernatural beings who are destroying the world, and it has nothing to do with the question of crime and punishment. Crime and punishment are a matter of the individual, while supernatural beings are a matter of society." question."

"I thought you would hate this world." Ling was speechless, she just muttered something.

He doesn't look like that.

Fyodor just turned his head, his eyes were far away, and he sighed again. At this moment, his voice was low, but very powerful.

"I don't hate the world, on the contrary, I love it so much."

Aya froze for a moment.

But she figured it out immediately, so she stretched out her hand and stroked his black hair gently, she thought, she had begun to understand Fyodor.

So she asked: "So, Fedya, may I ask you a few more questions?"

He nodded.

"If a robber kills someone, but he does not have any conscience and self-condemnation, nor is he punished by the law or society, and finally he dies at the end of his life, will the crime and punishment be established on him? Why? Will death forgive such a man? Answer me, Fedya."

Aya began to question sharply.

"If you say that sin is something that is inherent in nature, then sin should be established in every human being, regardless of intelligence, age, supernatural powers or non-supernatural powers, right?"

She didn't stop there, but continued to ask.

"Then, I would like to ask Mr. Fyodor Dostoyevsky, do you also feel pain? Are you also being punished? Are you also seeking relief from death?"

"Do you also find yourself in others?"