[Comprehensive Classics] Killing the Classics

When Anya found that she was involuntarily saying something she hadn't thought about, she knew that something might be wrong.Sure enough, within a few minutes, a strong force surged forward, forcefully ejecting her from Rosamund's body.

No... To be precise, she should be excluded from Rosamund's physical body and into Rosamund's spiritual world.After the unspeakable dizziness in Anya's mind passed, what she saw was a river with blue sky and green grass and lush green trees growing on the bank.

It took only a few minutes from when she realized that Rosamund's emotions were affecting her to when she entered Rosamund's spiritual world.Anya stood blankly by the river, slowly sorting out her thoughts—the task was certainly not completed, but the impression of the original book that was deeply engraved in her mind had begun to fade.After breaking away from Eugenie's world, this kind of change also happened to Anya.If it is said that the "original book" seems to have been memorized by her backwards, after leaving Eugenie's world, the book only gave her the impression that she had read it, and she only remembered the general plot instead of keeping everything in mind. content.So...she can actually escape from this world?

Anya frowned slightly.After Rosamund this time, she had a new perspective on her mission.According to the rules of fate, she only needs to change the previous "cause" for the "fruit" that will be produced in the future, and plant the "cause" that can make the scumbag man abused for the "fruit" of abusing the scumbag.So she reasoned that although she couldn't see Rosamond's performance now, she could definitely expect that Rosamond would strike while the iron was hot and express that she would be willing to go to India with St. John.It is conceivable that if the couple really want to go to India, although there may be no elopement, they will definitely experience various hardships... and St. John must always love Rosamond, otherwise Rosamond's any No behavior can abuse him.The most likely result of this is that Rosamund died early as expected, and the ensuing condemnation and spiritual impact on the pastor...

Anya clenched her fists, feeling a little uneasy.Rosamund had no resentment towards the pastor but had a deeper bond with him, and the pastor did not feel pain because of Anya herself. This task... From Anya's own point of view, it was a failure.A scumbag abuses a scumbag in order to give the woman who was harmed by the scumbag a chance to change her fate, but a change like this... Perhaps Rosamond would be very satisfied, but Anya herself is not happy at all!

The head began to ache without warning.Anya hissed, and took two steps forward, looking at the dark and turbulent river under her feet.Without further thought, she closed her eyes and jumped into the river.

The icy water flowed over her head, and Anya soon sank into the river of consciousness that was still fresh in her memory.A string of numbers and letters, and even simple images flowed past her like a torrent, and whatever the consciousness touched would reflect the essence of that thing into Anya's mind.Enduring strong nausea, Anya suddenly let go of all her perceptions, allowing those data to enter her soul smoothly instead of just passing through.However, before she could hold on to the unbearable nausea for a few seconds, the icy cold river water and the pressure suddenly moved away from her. Anya's consciousness fell into a blankness by surprise, and the strong shock made her not recover for a long time .

In a blank space that made people feel bewildered, the first thing that entered Anya's consciousness was the voice.The shallow breathing and heartbeat crashed into Anya's consciousness like thunder, and then a blackness suddenly replaced the blankness.Anya's consciousness was activated again, and she could clearly feel that she was being wrapped in some kind of soft cloth, and through that thin layer of cloth, what held her was obviously a pair of palms.Could it be that she came to the world of "Gulliver's Travels"?

Then she heard voices speaking.

"You don't move. I'll take care of this child." The pleasant tone entered Anya's ears. It was obviously a man's voice, but it was unknown whether the tone was suppressing sadness or vaguely relaxed.

The other voice, a female voice, sounded much more sincere.Weeping, she said excitedly, "Is he dead?"

"Yes, yes." The man repeated the same words twice.

A large amount of written materials suddenly poured into Anya's consciousness, and the content of the materials surprised Anya.This turned out to be the world of The Count of Monte Cristo?Who is she then?The child... Could it be you are referring to yourself?Newborn child, death, treatment... If it is a normal born child, how can the word treatment be used?So he is now an illegitimate child?About the illegitimate child... Anya quickly found the relevant place - the most famous illegitimate child in the book "The Count of Monte Cristo" was Andre Cavalcanti - that is, Prosecutor Villefort and Mrs. Negoni at the time Benedetto, son of the Baroness Danglars!

Andre himself is a very scumbag man. He would steal and lie since he was a child. When he was an adult, he personally pushed his adoptive mother to death. Later, he not only planned to kill the inmate who knew about his past, but also cheated on the marriage. .Among the women implicated by him, Miss Danglars had nothing to lose and didn't care, but his adoptive mother, Aisutai, had indeed suffered an innocent disaster because of him!

A little confusion arose in Anya's heart—the situation this time was really unusual, and it was different from any situation she knew... This body itself does not have any consciousness, and it is even a soul. Such a situation is simply It's like "time travel"... And why did she become a boy, or a boy who did so many deeds that are hard to describe?

While she was struggling with her baby's brain, the man and woman continued their conversation.

"Let me see him, let me see him." Mrs. Negoni repeated nervously, "my child, he came into this world, why can't he live? God gave us this child, but deprived him of the right to survive in this world..."

"What is the cause of your premature birth, Hermine? Your servant told me that you fell prematurely while walking in the garden." M. de Villefort's tone could not help becoming severe, " I don't think you are that careless, so why don't you think it was God's will too, Mrs. Negoni? If he survives, how do you plan to explain his origin? You, Mr. Negoni's widow, have with you Or me, your best friend's husband, a prosecutor, with a child of unknown origin? This is God's will. Say nothing, let me handle it. You should rest well. "

Anya heard a sound of rummaging through boxes.Unseen by her, M. de Villefort, pacing up and down the red-curtained room, opened the dressing-table, took out a little chest in which Hermine had kept some jewels, and hastily removed the valuables. The jewelry fell to the ground with a clatter.He walked quickly to the bed, and the strong wind made the curtains bulge, letting in the pale moonlight.The room still smelled of blood, and both the mother and the father were pale.A weird and gloomy atmosphere spread, the whole room echoed with the woman's sobbing, the man's footsteps and heavy breathing.

Anya's heart beat even weaker, and it was almost difficult to maintain her breathing.This makes it difficult for her to maintain her own thinking and even perception.Without a doctor, she would be really dead soon.Without a body to attach to, her soul, which was originally not considered powerful, would probably dissipate soon.

M. de Villefort lifted the baby from the bed and went to the dressing-table.With his back to Mrs. Negoni, he put the baby in the box.Anya was very anxious. She knew that Bertuccio would come here later to assassinate the prosecutor and take her away, but she was not sure whether she would be able to persist till then.The plan she had started subconsciously was thrown aside by her at this moment, and the desire to survive took over her instinct.Anya struggled to breathe, her hands and feet spasmed slightly.Still unable to open her eyes, she could only wave her arms and legs to get the prosecutor's attention.

M. de Villefort was so engrossed in the contemplation of what he was about to do that the movement of the baby in his hand could not fail to distract him.There was a look of surprise on his face, and his palms were covering the baby's chest—it was obviously silent before, but now the frail chest was heaving slightly!

This child... is still alive? !