Lillian's Melaleuca routine

After saying that, Pushkin barely regained consciousness, apologized solemnly, and staggered to pay the bill.During the period, he also broke two wine glasses, and it is estimated that he will lose extra money.

It was almost ten o'clock in the evening when the two walked out of the tavern.The streets are sparsely populated, the snow from the past few days has melted, and there are no sundries on the street, it looks empty.After walking for a long time, they didn't meet a single person, and only their own shadows were moving forward under the street lamps.

They took the subway and got off at a remote station.Since she didn't bring her mobile phone, Aya didn't know where they were, but she was quite excited.Pushkin was blown in the cold wind, sobered up a lot, but the smell of wine still lingered, so Aya had to stay away from him.

"Where are we going?" Aya asked.Although she didn't want to know, she still had to ask.

"It's a secret." Pushkin turned around, not willing to answer her question, but kept walking forward.

At this time, even the sky was dark on a moonless night.They gradually left the urban area, and there were fewer and fewer houses on the roadside, and finally there were no street lights, and there were patches of withered grass around them.They walked through a narrow path that could not accommodate another person, and entered a dark forest.Here is a coniferous forest, because it is winter, the leaves are all withered, and occasionally the moonlight still shines in through the forest.

I don't know how long they have been walking, and neither of them spoke. This place is deserted, and there is no trace of human activities.

Aya was a little tired. After all, her body was just an ordinary person. Even though she had a good foundation, due to lack of exercise, it was not easy to be able to walk for so long. She couldn't help asking: "Pushkin, how long do we have to walk? "

Pushkin simply said: "Soon."

They walked for another half an hour.It was so long that Aya couldn't help wondering if she had been cheated by Pushkin, and they arrived at their destination.

A low building finally appeared above the unchanging forest and dry soil.

This is a small villa with a small size.It was pitch black from the outside, without any lights, like a place where no one lived.But, who would want to build a small villa in such a remote place?

"Mr. Pushkin, is this your 'secret'? Or is it a 'surprise' for me?"

Now, Aya is even more unable to confirm whether Pushkin is really telling the truth, she has a feeling of being tricked.Yes, she had found out, Pushkin was not drunk.

This nasty young man just turned around lazily and mocked her: "Miss Lilian, your vigilance is too low. However, I didn't lie to you, the secret is inside."

"Do you want to go in and have a look?" He put one hand in his waistband pocket, turned around, looked at her in a welcoming gesture, and asked maliciously.

"Lead the way." Aya said, since she's already here, let's look at it before leaving.Besides, she didn't know the way back.

When they reached the door of the villa, Ling noticed that the villa did not have electricity.On the ground in front of the door, there was a row of candles, some of which had burned out, and a puddle of red wax oil was piled up underneath. The shapes were uneven, but most of them had been used.Pushkin grabbed a candle and lit it with a nearby match.

Following the stairs, they came to the door of the villa. Pushkin casually took out the key from his pocket and hummed an unknown local folk song in a happy mood.

The door opened, and from the dim light, Aya could only see a small area nearby.The villa was extremely empty, without any furniture, and some of them were already covered in dust. I don't know how long it had been abandoned.As soon as they came in, they met face to face with the flying dust, and Pushkin sneezed.

They walked along the stairs to the door of a room on the left side of the second floor, and Pushkin turned sideways to let her in first.

Aya didn't refuse, she reached out and unscrewed the cylindrical handle.

The room was very dark, but the outlines of the surroundings could still be seen clearly.There is also no furniture, only a bed, the bed is big and torn, with gauze curtains hanging from above, and a figure can be vaguely seen lying there.

Weird villas, weird people.Is this Pushkin's secret?

There was a bang from behind, and Ling turned her head to see that it was Pushkin who closed the door forcefully.

At this moment, the room was silent except for the sound of breathing.

Pushkin stepped forward and kicked the edge of the bed rather impatiently.The bed shook violently and almost fell apart.But there was no response, that person seemed unable to make a sound, Aya could only hear a weak "ho ho", like the wind cutting the windpipe.

"Want to see?" Pushkin asked.

Ling responded, stepped forward, and opened the gauze curtain.

Even though she was ready, she was shocked by the sight in front of her.Let’s try to call him a human, that can no longer be used as a quantifier, it can only be regarded as a puddle of human-shaped flesh, mixed with dried blood, a gray-brown paste, far away, there is only one The face is still a relatively intact part, and it is a bit ridiculous as a whole.

"Aren't you afraid?" Seeing her calm expression, Pushkin was a little disappointed.

"Why are you afraid?" Ling looked at Pushkin strangely, "That's not me."

Pushkin laughed twice, narrowed his eyes, and shook the candle in his hand: "Are you curious about who he is? How did he become like this?"

"What do you think?" Aya asked back.

Pushkin did not answer, he unhurriedly drew a dagger and looked at her as if at a dead object.

"Ma'am, make a plan to risk your life and stay here." He pointed out, "Now that you know my secret, I can't let you out of this room!"

"Before I die, tell me who he is." Aya said lazily without being flustered at all.

She didn't seem to worry at all about the threat to her life.

"His name is Yevgeny Belekov. He is a member of parliament. This guy is just an insignificant figure in the House of Lords." Pushkin rubbed the dagger with his hand, and suddenly his tone changed, "However, he is a person with supernatural powers .Unfortunately, he can't be used by us, so the organization sent me to finish it."

He approached Yevgeny Belekov, and suddenly stabbed the dagger into his body frantically.Poor Belekov couldn't even utter a scream, only a low tone, which sounded like he was dying.

"Torturing people is my pleasure, especially those with such precious abilities!" He drew the knife, pointed it at Belekov's cheek, and suddenly roared fiercely, "Quick, say hello to the lady! Yev Genny Belekov, what about your gentlemanly manners?"

And how could Yevgeny Belekov speak out at this time?His vocal cords were severed.The villain Alexander Pushkin laughed and cut his limbs with knives.

"It's a pity that I can't hear your screams." He was also very sorry that Pushkin left the bed, he did not pull out the knife, and let it continue to destroy the human body under the action of gravity, "Evgeny Mr. Belekov, have you repented well today? Has your conscience been condemned for the dirty things you committed? If not, I will help you."

The person on the bed trembled violently.

His movements pleased Pushkin very much, so he didn't act, but just stayed where he was and looked at Aya.

"Ma'am, are you still satisfied with my secret?"

"You haven't told me what his supernatural power is." From the beginning to the end, Ling stood at the corner just entering the door, expressionless.

Suddenly she smiled and said, "Forget it, I'm not interested in knowing."

Aya walked towards the bed step by step under Pushkin's gaze.She pulled out the knife, and she could even feel the dull pain of the knife coming out of the body, and the blood slowly seeped from the body, mixed with a rotten smell.

"In any case, rest in heaven." She solemnly stabbed the knife into his heart.

"What are you doing?"

Seeing her actions, Pushkin's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he slammed down the wall, "Damn! Damn! Don't you see? I'm just teaching Yevgeny Belekov to repent!"

Ling looked at him strangely: "Mr. Pushkin, what right do you have to order others to repent?"

"Of course it's because I'm a person with supernatural powers!" Pushkin grinned, "Those who are capable are qualified to cleanse the evils of this world!"

"On the contrary." Aya dropped the knife, and the knife clanged on the ground. She turned around, walked into Pushkin, and stared at him with her inorganic pupils, as if looking at a criminal. "Nietzsche divides all living beings into two There are two kinds of people, one is 'superman', and superman is the carrier of the finalization of personality and morality, and is also a real person. The second kind of people, which we call 'last man', are only used as materials for breeding the same kind, and are only low-level Bait."

"You're right! Superman and last man, don't they correspond to people with supernatural powers and ordinary people? According to what you say, I naturally have the right to judge the wicked."

"Yes. Nietzsche taught people that to be a superman, you must first be a villain. On the road to superman growth, even if this growth is watered by a sea of ​​corpses, it is worthwhile. This is the paradox of elitism—that is, thinking that you The source of this notion is that capable people will act more selfishly," Ling said.

She imitated Pushkin, patted his shoulder heavily, looked at him with sympathetic eyes, and said with a sneer.

"But, Mr. Alexander Pushkin, you are not 'Superman', you are just fodder."

"..."

"God is dead. If people want to save others, they can only save themselves. 'Superman' is the proposition born at this moment. Superman has extraordinary talents, is an elite group that can make contributions to society, and is the ruling class." Seeing that he didn't respond, Aya deliberately looked at Pushkin from head to toe with humiliating eyes, trying to arouse his anger, she said coolly, "I'm not sympathizing with Mr. Yevgeny Belekov .I just want to tell you, Mr. Alexander Pushkin, Your Excellency, you are just a clown who is satisfying your own selfishness in the name of saving the world, so don't put gold on your face."

Aya calmly watched Pushkin turn from calm to furious, his eyes almost wanted to kill her, he kept muttering to himself, the voice Aya couldn't hear at all.His flushed face was steaming constantly, obviously extremely angry.

Just as he was about to pick up the dagger, a burst of applause interrupted the atmosphere.

"Amazing! It's amazing!"

The two subconsciously turned around.

How could there be a third person here?