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Fyodor also seemed to be taken aback by Aya's question, but the next moment, he began to answer her question calmly.

"This assumption does not hold true. A rational, meticulous robber cannot escape the sanctions of the social framework. Even if he can face up to the condemnation of himself, his oppression in the heart of the outside world will not be reduced. Legally and morally , he is always in a weak position. When he lives in this human society that shackles his self, he cannot live without the opinions of the outside world. Therefore, unless he loses his memory, he cannot escape punishment."

"As for your second question..." He paused, and was about to answer the second question.

"Wait, Fedya!" Aya stopped Fyodor before he could speak, "Before that, I need to ask for your permission."

He just turned around and stared at her quietly.

"Can you guarantee that what you said is true?" She organized her words, "Based on the fact that you have lied to me, I can't believe you. But I hope that our conversation today can be guaranteed under the premise of a sincere environment .”

"Cheating doesn't work for you, does it?" He asked back, still a little depressed in his tone.

Obviously, he felt that he was frustrated with Aya.

"So you've already realized that, right? Fei Jia. Believe me, it's not too late." Aya couldn't help but chuckle and said mockingly, "But I also have hidden facts, and we're even."

"So, what's your question?"

"Before answering my previous question, let me re-introduce yourself based on the basic conditions of being honest, Fei Jia." Ling said, "correspondingly, I will try my best to answer all your questions. However, this appointment The location is really a bit shabby, which really makes people doubt your aesthetics."

In the bitterly cold winter, sitting on a park bench, there is only a frozen river in front of you. Although there are no flying insects, the cold weather has already made people lose interest. Coupled with the gloomy and dim environment, except Confidentiality is good, there is no merit here.

Aya turned around, and she saw Fyodor returned to his seated posture, he reached out to straighten his messy hair and hat, and then said: "Lilian, as you think, I am not a good person in the normal sense. As for what you want to know... Ah, the Rats of the House of Death is my organization, and Alexander Pushkin is my subordinate."

He confirmed part of her speculation.

Ling continued to question: "So, what about Nikolai Gogol, do you know him?"

"He's my colleague," he replied bluntly.

So, the two of them know each other?

So did Nikolai know about her relationship with Fyodor?

Aya couldn't help laughing at the conclusion she drew, but she quickly recovered her composure, and now is not the time to care about this matter.She continued: "Can you introduce me to your subordinates, Fedya. After all, they are all yours, um...companions?"

Someone who is close to you and knows you better.she added in her mind.

It's hard for Aya to imagine that this determined person has friends, he doesn't have any desire to establish an intimate relationship with others, he only has one great goal in his eyes.

"If you want to join the House of the Dead, you can," he said.

Ling pretended to be surprised and looked at him with wide eyes: "Fei Jia, there is no company that does not disclose a little information when recruiting. Moreover, you are obliged to introduce your work status to your girlfriend."

"If you tell me about the dead house rats, maybe I can consider joining you." Noticing his inattention, she laid out the bait.

"But! Just thinking about it!" She repeated the last sentence again.

Fyodor just took a deep look at Aya, and then said: "Other members of the House of the Dead, besides me and Alexander Pushkin, there is only one other member left, and his name is Ivan Goncharov. , unlike Pushkin, he is a fool, but still useful."

Aya showed a knowing smile.

Judging from the information Fyodor has disclosed so far, although he has a core leadership position in the Rats of the Dead House, they did not come together because of the same goal.If Alexander Pushkin joined the Rats of the House of Death for pleasure, why did Ivan Goncharov?

"I'm curious, Fedya. What is Mr. Ivan Goncharov's role?" Aya asked.

"Him?" Fyodor didn't look away from his gaze towards the Moscow River, his eyes were extremely empty, and his tone was indifferent, "Ivan Goncharov is a foolish loyalist. A ridiculous person who comes to redeem himself and achieve happiness when others come to him. He is a vain pursuit of happiness, not a practical dreamer, so I cut off his pain nerve and fulfilled him. Therefore, he is loyal and becomes part of my plan."

So was Ivan Goncharov brainwashed by Fyodor?

Aya remembered Fyodor's disguise at the beginning, and she had lingering fears. At that time, she was almost deceived by his innocent appearance.

In this way, the connection between the Rat of the Dead House and Fyodor is not close, it is just an organization where people with different purposes temporarily intersect for some reason.

Aya didn't know whether to admire Fyodor's persistence or persistence, but there was no doubt that he must be lonely.

Soon, her brief thinking was interrupted, and Fyodor's words woke up Aya from deep thinking.

He had already turned around, his eyes were meaningless, but it made Aya chill.

"Lillian, I have answered so many of your questions, are you ready to answer my question?" Amid Ling's ominous premonition, he chuckled and asked, "Based on the principle of honesty, answer my only question. Question. Are you a 'book'?"

When she proposed to confess to Fyodor, Aya had already made plans for Fyodor to ask this question. After all, Aya never knew the purpose of his approaching her.

Aya had already had this speculation before, and his question now only confirmed her guess.

She never considered herself passive, and if Fyodor wanted something from her, he would never hurt Aya, because he couldn't catch her, couldn't keep her, couldn't even lock her.

She nodded in his knowing eyes: "If you want to prove that my problem is this, yes."

In fact, Aya felt that Fyodor was just asking about an irrelevant fact. He had already discovered her identity a long time ago, so he made sufficient preparations to approach her, so why would he be entangled in this question now? Woolen cloth?

But at least now, Aya felt that she could try to trust him. After all, Fyodor had made enough compromises and concessions to make up for his initial deception.

She finally brought the topic back to the original question: "Now, please answer the question I asked you earlier. Fei Jia, if you haven't forgotten it."

"This society is originally a small space occupied by pain and disasters. How can I not be in pain?" He sighed softly, his eyes became lonely and remote, "This is a deformed and sick society, where a few people occupy Almost all social resources have been taken away, they have kept everyone else in captivity, and wantonly driven and usurped them like butchers slaughtered cattle and sheep, and this small number of people also destroyed all stability. Destroyed all peace."

"Did this pain you?" Aya asked.

She saw a rare blankness in Fyodor's eyes. At this moment, he was like a child, hiding in a corner, and through a little peripheral light, he stretched out his head anxiously to explore the outside world.He is worried and helpless, so he reveals a complex emotion mixed with depression and tenderness.

"Maybe." He just replied speciously, "But I won't prevaricate myself because of pain. Now that I have clearly seen the source of all bad luck and misfortune, if supernatural beings are the source of most people's suffering, I will do something."

He smeared his colleagues by the way: "Nikolai Gogol is just a cowardly and selfish coward. If you try to get close to him, you will find that he is an artist of lies moaning without disease."

Finally, he returned to the previous topic and ended with a specious exclamation: "For me, beauty will save the world. Without beauty, people may not want to live in the world. ① If there is no beauty, in this world Nothing can be done on the earth.②”

Aya was a little puzzled by Fyodor's last sentence, but this did not prevent her from understanding his previous statement.

She didn't respond immediately. In the silent environment without even the sound of the wind, they just sat side by side quietly, without any conversation, only the sound of exhaling quietly, and Aya followed Fyodor's gaze. Throwing into the lake.

At this time, the surface of the lake was black and blue in the night, and it looked dead and desolate because of the freezing.On the other side of the lake is a lively place, at least, it looks much more lively than their side, even the lights are brighter.

Aya adjusted her sitting posture and came to Fyodor's side, the distance between them was now only one fist.She turned to look at Fyodor, his long bangs and hair hid all his emotions, and Aya couldn't guarantee whether he expected her reply.

But Fyodor Dostoevsky was undoubtedly alone.

He has no friends, and lives willfully and entangled on a red planet.

He obviously didn't express any sighs about his situation, and Aya didn't find any negative emotions in him.But it was this incident that made Aya feel suspicious.Can a human being really be invincible and have no emotional fluctuations?All his emotions are well hidden in his hard soul.

Since Fyodor told her everything about himself so frankly, it was only because he thought everything he did was justified.Judging from the current situation, even though all of Fyodor's actions close to her were purposeful, he had already given up his intention of deceiving her.

Was he only answering Aya's question about pain because he was also hesitant to answer Aya's other questions?

Can it be understood that he is also unconsciously longing for the approval of others?Does this also constitute part of his suffering?

But his move was undoubtedly successful, because Aya was indeed more interested in him.

Finally, in a long silence, Ling spoke: "Fei Jia, I believe everything you said is true. It is undeniable that there are some problems in this world. In China, only a few people win, which is abnormal at any level."

"The laws against supernatural beings are so understated, and the laws for ordinary people are so harsh and cruel. Human society always obeys the social law of survival of the fittest, which is why most supernatural beings can kill people. The reason for breaking the law. When the distance between people and supernatural beings reaches a considerable distance, this kind of contradiction will be irreconcilable." She thought for a while and continued, "If I am just an ordinary human being who has no resistance, maybe I will also hate the supernatural beings."

"So, even if we try our best to cover up this illusion of peace, like a semi-dormant volcano, when people's resentment accumulates to a certain level, these problems will always erupt. At that time, the situation will only get worse, because human society will re-emerge. Shuffle the cards, both supernatural beings and ordinary people will suffer." Aya moved closer to Fyodor, and she put her hand on his shoulder, "When technology evolves to a certain level, even ordinary people will have enough ability to resist Ability users. However, most of the ability users still hold upper-level resources, so as time goes by, the contradiction in this aspect will become more and more prominent."

"Is this what you want to tell me?" She put her whole weight on his shoulders, and under his gaze, Aya continued, "But, Fei Jia, if you suffer because of these, you The elimination of the supernatural beings is also based on this idea, right? But how do you explain that this is not your selfish desire?"

In his fixed gaze, Ling continued: "Therefore, Fei Jia, you have to understand that you are not invulnerable, because you are also selfish."

"so what?"

Ling walked to his side, gently held his face, she looked at him, and said word by word: "Then how can you prove that you only have one purpose for approaching me? If you really only want the 'book' , why are you talking so much to me?"

Fyodor was still very calm, and he even tilted his head when he had time, as if expressing his confusion.

"Listen, Fei Jia." Ling said, "When you find that you can't impress me, there is always only one optimal solution for you. That is to give up on me. You have wasted too much time on me, but you Not a confused person. But judging from the current situation, you didn't do it, did you?"

She couldn't help showing joy and a triumphant expression of prank success: "Can you answer my question, Fedya?"

His expression froze, at least, that was not his usual calmness.

"Look, you can't answer, can you?" Ling put her arms around him, and she leaned into Fyodor's ear and whispered, "I won't stop you, because I don't think you Wrong, so do what you want to do."

"Fei Jia, if human beings feel pain, they will unconsciously vent their emotions. Since you are human, you cannot escape this law. Shh, don't tell me that is your compensation, or your desire to perform , you wouldn’t say that much to ignorant people, would you?”

In the darkness, Aya stared at Fyodor without blinking. If it wasn't for his eyes still blinking, she even thought he had become a frozen statue.

"..."

In his silence, Aya continued: "I can understand that this is your desire to talk? Since you don't agree with me, why do you say so much?"

"You see, you are lonely, Fedya."

Aya saw forbearance and depression in Fyodor's eyes, but he still respectfully did not make any excuses.

He just called her name softly.

"Lillian."

"Ok?"

Fyodor reached out and pulled Aya's hand away from his cheek, and he didn't show any vulnerability.In Ling's puzzled expression, he said slowly: "You don't understand me, I don't do useless work."

"You're right, Lillian, though."

He showed that helpless expression again, this emotion made him gentle and irrational, miraculously eased his coldness, even those purple pupils almost melted.

"It was indeed my mistake."

"Because of what you said, I couldn't refute it for a while."