Angel on earth

Both Aaron and Mikhail laughed.The former teased: "You are smart. ——If you find it, where are you going to do business?"

"Blowing Snow County. Hunter's 'Midsummer Night Castle'."

Aaron froze for a moment.

Little Marino glanced at him and lowered his head: "Sir, I can show you the way. You must know that it wasn't just the church and the Noren people, the Hunter family betrayed you. This is what Tristan Hardy told Mine, he said when he got the 'Morning Star', there would be no Hunters in the world, and he wanted revenge. If you want..."

"I don't want revenge." Aaron ignored him and turned to Mikhail with a gentle smile, "Do you have any questions to ask, Misha? Let's go home after asking, it's raining outside again Yes. Why didn't I notice the terrible weather in Wakefield before... I still need to cook medicine when I go back."

Little Marino breathed a sigh of relief, and looked up at Mikhail expectantly.The white-haired boy thought about it seriously. Against the background of the whale oil candle, his beautiful and handsome face exuded a pure and holy light, as if he could forgive all the ugliness in the world.Sure enough, he shook his head and said, "Let's go back early. Joyce still lacks some medicines, and it will take time to grow them."

So Aaron stood up, walked to the wall, opened the gun box on the cabinet, assembled a shotgun that was maintained as bright as a clarinet in twos and twos, weighed it twice after loading the medicine, nodded in satisfaction, turned around and shot it. The head of Vincenzo Marino.

Mikhail was happy to see this ending, but he was still taken aback, and asked, "Didn't you say you would let him go, Aaron?"

The doctor wiped his soft tan curls and said loudly, "He farts!"

After a moment of silence, Mikhail said, "Didn't you say you can't beat him? Don't let me do it yet."

"I'm sorry, Misha, I missed it by accident. I'll let you come next time."

The guards were alarmed by the gunshots, and an officer standing guard at the end of the corridor stepped on the wooden floor vigorously, ready to knock on the door to ask about the situation.

Holding the candlestick in one hand, Aaron pulled Mikhail up with the other, opened the door and walked through the long corridor, and the boy knocked out the guard in the red shirt and top hat.The two of them walked through the corridor unhurriedly. The guards downstairs walked in disorder, and there was no time to get ready.

The night rain in early summer in the north of Norn pattered on the glass windows, and the flickering candlelight created a large swath of water above the patterned carpet.Aaron pried open an empty room, opened the balcony window, and disappeared into the growing rain with Mikhail.On the other side, the gas lamp on the ceiling flickered and hissed. The guards faced the corpses in the room silently and nervously, and looked at the livid face of the supervisor squatting on the ground from time to time.

The two walked through the dark rain curtain one after the other, preparing to pass through Iron Lane, and go out over the city wall in the old way, so as to make an alibi; the carriage was already outside the city, but the horse was not like Emile. Smart, but not as obedient as her.

Halfway through, Mikhail suddenly embraced Aaron and said, "Nancy lives here."

There was no cold wind around him, but he didn't stop the rain from falling on them so as not to be so noticeable.Aaron wiped his hair, looked up and said, "Okay, let's go and have a look."

After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes and shrugged his nose: "Pass, go back to the second door and enter."

The house on White Iron Lane was worse than the place where Victor's family lived. Nancy's family moved here after Jack's accident and lived on the third floor.There was a strange smell in the damp and gloomy corridor, full of sundries and huddled sleeping people, and the small public washroom at the end of the corridor had a particularly gloomy and oppressive feeling.

The two bent over and carefully walked around the people on the ground.After a few steps, Mikhail squatted down, spread out the candy in his palm, and said gently:

"Nicole, Monica, it's me."

The two girls sat numbly on the ground without looking up, sticking matchboxes one by one in the dim light of the corridor.There are already more than half of the baskets of pasted paste piled up on the side.The man sitting smoking at the door saw it, so he walked over, looked at Mikhail with bandages on his eyes, frowned, and said, "The big thirty and the small forty are all healthy, you can bargain."

The smile on Mikhail's face froze.

"Why?" Jack looked away disappointedly, rubbing his severed arm, which was especially uncomfortable in the rainy day, "You still want to kidnap and sell it? I'll call the police. Get out if you don't pay, damn it."

Mikhail stuffed the candy to the two girls. They stopped for a moment and looked at their father carefully. Seeing that he was not paying attention, they quickly threw the candy into their mouths with the candy wrapper attached.The boy ignored him, shook the remaining one in his hand, and said, "This is for your brother. What's his name?"

Jack approached, snatched the fruit candy from his hand impatiently, peeled off the candy wrapper and stuffed it into his mouth: "He's sick, in the hospital. What are you doing?"

"Where is Nancy?" Mikhail asked.

Jack sneered: "The gentleman who looks very respectable actually came to Nancy too? She is really welcome. ——There are still people in there, wait a little longer. What about the one who came with you? We have to count three together." personal money."

Mikhail took a deep breath, took out a few wet banknotes from his pocket and stuffed them to him, and pushed the door past him.

Behind the door was only a low, small room, warmer than the outside, and the water beside the gas pipe was boiling and whining.

Behind the few clothes and sundries, there was a panting that was covered by the heavy rain from time to time.Mikhail seemed not to hear, and said in a low voice: "Nancy."

The woman pushed away the man on her body as if she had seen a ghost, sat up and looked at him.The stooped and thin man cursed, shut his mouth when he saw the money handed out by Mikhail, muttered, "Why are young people so impatient", put on his dirty trousers and went out, Jack followed He debated for several minutes whether he should refund the money or not.

Mikhail's white hair was dripping and dripping, looking extremely clean in the dim light of the fire.Nancy silently covered the scars on her body with a blanket, bit her lips and did not speak.

After a long while, Mikhail said: "I... want to introduce you to a job, Nancy. Miss Sharp's house lacks servants, you, you are still young, you can try it. She is very nice and will not make things difficult for you of."

When he said the first sentence, Nancy raised her head in astonishment and looked at him blankly.There was thunder outside, and there was only one small window for ventilation in the house. The rain beat against the dilapidated wooden shutters, scrambling to get in.

After a while, the woman said blankly, "I'm sorry."

"That's not your sin, it's my sin, it's the sin of all of us who live in warm houses and enjoy food and knowledge." Mikhail said calmly.After a pause, he said again: "If you want, my master will guarantee you. Get out of here and go to Sharp's house, Nancy."

In the languages ​​of the Canaanite family, "lord" is a word composed of "my" and "master".Nancy looked down at the floor and heard the teenager who had brought himself back to life say: My lord is for you.

"...Jack didn't make me do it. We need money."

Mikhail said: "'I did not come to call the righteous, but sinners.[6]'—Your son is sick, but do you know that he is not in the hospital?"

Nancy raised her head abruptly, her eyes seemed to be blood red in the darkness.Mikhail, not seeing, said in a low voice:

"He's got lung disease, isn't he? Hospitals are hard to heal. Jack has wounds on his body and the smell of the river. He's afraid of me, not because I'm stronger than him, but because I'm afraid I'll see it. He's even afraid of Nicole and Monica. Nancy, he doesn't know how to tell you, so I'll tell you what I always do: the kid is dead, and Jack buried him by the river."

The door was left open, and Jack fought with the skinny man who had just gone out.The one-armed man punched with a rage weaker than whores, and his hunger and cold saved him from death.The well-dressed doctor lowered his head, turned slightly sideways, and opened a path for someone to escape, and opened the other's hand that was reaching into his pocket.

"I'll pay for him." Aaron looked at his pocket watch, took out a wallet from the inside of his coat, and handed over a few bills, "Go buy some hot food for your family. I don't want to see whores in the Emerald City. "

Looking at the clean black gloves, Jack roared "Ah", but still grabbed the money and held it tightly in his hand.

Aaron glanced into the room and saw that Mikhail and Nancy were still in a stalemate, but he didn't care, and said, "Drink less alcohol, it's not good for your health. If you want to die early, I won't stop you, but don't drag them down. "

The man didn't listen to him, and sat by the door holding his head.Mikhail's left foot turned an arc, Aaron paused, squatted down and said:

"sorry."

After speaking, he stood up quickly, Mikhail followed him, and the two walked out of the small building along the crowded and steep stairs.

The rain outside was already very small, and it was as cold and soft as fog, which would cover the woolen coat at once, but umbrellas and hats were useless, so the two of them simply didn't bring them.

A long black coat completely covered Mikhail's tuxedo, and a woolen scarf covered his chin and neck.He arched his back and bent his knees, pushed up his coat, and walking with Aaron was like the images of two types of rich people, the kind fat man and the mean thin man, that were popular in the newspapers recently.Aaron didn't want him to be wronged, but Mikhail told him that he was happy, and Aaron didn't bother.

Such a disguise really made Mikhail feel novel.When he is not the handsome and tall Mikhail, the world cannot be said to be completely different, but there are indeed more novelties and disasters, even the ugly and awkward way of walking like a cruel child mocking the disabled Something he didn't enjoy with his companions.

He wasn't in the mood for such fun tonight, though.He just trudged along behind Aaron, thinking it couldn't be a worse night.

But even such an idea would be wrong on this bad night.At the intersection of Baitie Lane and Leather Shoes Lane, they saw a group of drunken soldiers forming a group in the narrow alley, beating and cursing.Aaron cursed loudly, and quickly stepped forward to kick a few people away.

Lieutenant Baker wiped his hair and greeted him with a drunken smile: "Good evening, doctor, you haven't gone back yet? Ha, in this damn weather, you need to drink some wine to feel comfortable. Thanks to this little thief , we can go into town and spend the night..."

Aaron pushed him away, squatted down, and stared unblinkingly at the toothed hunting knife that sank into the boy's abdomen.His pale lips were drawn into a line, and Victor's blood flowed into the dirty water on the ground.

The author says:

[6]Mark Gospel 2:17, the lines of Jesus, add the sun god's chowder here (X)