Angel on earth

"Mishenka, if you are not so tall, how can you be my servant? You should open a gallery next door to me, or an antique shop, I believe you can perfectly imitate those treasures, no, you should do whatever you want It's worth more money, and it's better if nothing else... Connect two houses together, or simply move to Potato Street and buy a townhouse. Many artists with no money live in Potato Street—well, that's too much. Cheap, it will reduce the value of your work... Seriously, Mishenka, you are wonderful!"

Aaron picked out the ice picks lined up on the flannel, and the sound of changing glasses from downstairs came rustlingly.These ice cones were all made by Mikhail with distilled water. They were molded in one go. Some were completely smooth and some had blood grooves. They were of different sizes. The handles were decorated with anti-skid patterns such as palm leaves or seashells, turbines, and cirrus clouds. Sophisticated and elegant.Aaron wore a pair of thick lambskin gloves and chattered in a good mood:

"Mishenka, do you know what I'm going to do? Well, you should already know the identity of this person: Colonel John Larson, born in the Gray River Province in the northern part of Iris, served in the Red Moon Empire for five years, this year 35 years old, ready to marry 20-year-old Miss Thomson. He always humiliated and even punched Miss Thomson in public. She had to marry him because her family had no power, just a new middle-class family. Six years ago, before Sergeant Larson went to serve in the Luna Empire, he had a crush on Thomson, who was only 14 years old. The young lady fell in love at first sight, and forced her into a marriage contract. The means she adopted included but were not limited to depriving her parents of their land in the countryside, forcing the mining company to force her clerk brother to go to the mine, etc.; her brother is still lying in the hospital She didn't wake up, and she owes Larson a lot of medical bills for that. She had a miscarriage and he beat her. They're going to get married next spring, so what's going to happen, Mishenka?"

The doctor's slightly hoarse voice ended happily, and Mikhail was dizzy and said, "I'm watching, Aaron. It's a pity that he can't be killed. Such a guy should be thrown into the sea to feed the fish." , but once this is done, everyone will feel that Miss Thomson instructed others to do it, and her life is over anyway."

"This is what this surgery is all about!" Aaron clapped his hands happily, the bright gas lamp reflected his sharp and self-willed face, "I would like to introduce ice pick therapy to you, Mr. Larson!"

The doctor and his housekeeper were standing in the second-floor study of the Larson home.Surrounded by gas lamps, Larson looked at the two men with horror on his face. He was tied to a chair and could not move or speak.Blame Spencer, that son of a bitch, for recommending this devil doctor to him, and for inviting him to today's dance!He was going to make Laura Thomson, that stupid woman, lick his feet like a dog, show everyone his submissive fiancee, and laugh at his friends whose wives always yelled at her ears, but Laura said she had a fever up.It doesn't matter if you have a fever, but you actually called a servant to inform yourself!He hurried upstairs to drag the lazy woman out of bed, dragged her down the stairs by her hair, and put her in her pajamas...

As a result, at the corner of the second floor, he was attacked.The doctor wearing square glasses blocked his throat with the first punch, and the second punch made him unable to resist in the lower abdomen, and then this guy who was thin like a ghost in the dark lifted him like a chicken. study.The doctor opened the window, and a tall man nearly [-] meters jumped in from the backyard carrying a box.The doctor gave him a bottle of liquid medicine and an injection of something unknown. Gradually, he couldn't use any strength at all. He could only hear the doctor call the monster to "immobilize" him.

Aaron gestured twice at Larson's face with an ice pick, and gently and meticulously applied iodine on his face:

"Do you know ice pick therapy, sir? It is a technology pioneered by the church. I am very fortunate to have participated in the whole process of technology development. It has miraculous effects on irritability, delirium, convulsions, schizophrenia and other diseases. It is currently popular in Noren and Iris. Alas, Miss Thomson is such a good lady, and it is all for your health, sir, that it hurts you, sir! Your skin will get sores, your brain will fail prematurely, your heart and lungs will be exhausted, and your liver will be injured. So, in order to make you more Live healthily and not make Miss Thomson sad-don't worry, it will be over soon, I am an expert in this field, and you can go downstairs to continue the banquet in a while!"

Mikhail handed him the ice pick he had just selected.The doctor's middle finger and thumb slowly and forcefully opened Larson's right eye, and with the sudden contraction of the latter's pupil, the ice pick pierced against the lower eyelid with a grunt.

"I've said it all, my technique is top-notch." The doctor showed off, "I didn't bleed at all."

He was having fun and didn't notice Mikhail's sad look.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, Mr. Larson! However, I believe you are also very clear that advertising is just a means of publicity. When you sell baby food, you don't disclose the formula and tell everyone that it is mixed with clay, do you? So , ice pick therapy is not for healing either: it's a lobotomy. Ah, it's only a little bit to go... You're still John Larson, wait a minute, I'll pick and stir— —A brand new John Larson has appeared! Newer than just being blessed by John the Baptist! You will become obedient, docile and polite, exactly what our society expects of a good boy, and you will be 36 years old What a joy to have achieved this achievement!"

As he spoke, Aaron's right wrist flicked lightly, and Larson's expression, which was mixed with fear and fury, froze and slowly froze.

"Unfortunately, your body has been destroyed by the frequent anger in the past." Aaron took out the ice pick and threw it into the plate, looked at him condescendingly, and said softly, "You can't grow back like me. Maybe you can try Make an effort."

Mikhail quickly dealt with the scene of the crime, not as proficient as he was committing the crime for the first time.He closed the suitcase, glanced at the dull Larson, quickly exchanged a kiss with Aaron, pushed open the window, stood on the window rail to close the window, and then jumped down.Just now, he didn't jump up from the yard at all, but the path outside the yard where the carriage was parked.

Aaron licked his lips, sneered inexplicably, and drove John out with a cane.Outside the study door, Laura Thomson was waiting anxiously. Seeing the door open, her first reaction was to take a few steps back, her face pale.

"Okay, Mr. Larson just made up his mind to hand over all the family business to his favorite fiancée, and wait for the official delivery next spring." Aaron's slightly hoarse, soft and polite voice came from behind , "It's not easy to make such a big decision, come and help him, Laura."

Miss Thomson approached timidly, and John Larson was looking at him with an unprecedented innocence, as surprised as seeing a beautiful angel for the first time.

In all fairness, Larson's appearance is still handsome. Years of anger and the sun of the Red Moon Empire have left a certain deep imprint of surlyness on his face, and there are still remnants of it, but it makes his sudden personality change not so abrupt.

She glanced at the doctor, and the handsome young doctor nodded slightly.The girl saluted with the corner of her skirt, and quickly put on a smile:

"Thank you, Dr. Edwards. I think we should go and speak to John's friends."

Aaron looked at her and nodded with a smile.

Laura Thomson hadn't been packing up to run away just now, nor had she been late out of fear of her fiancé.She went to put on makeup and changed her clothes.Now, in the light of the gas lamps in the corridor, she looked radiant, the wound at the corner of her eye studded with tiny rubies.

The doctor took his leave first and went downstairs. He promised to dance with Sophie.As he turned the corner of the stairs he saw Laura holding the arm of her fiancé, whose face was beaming with simple happiness.

At the same time, Mikhail fell into a rather embarrassing situation.

It's not that he did something bad, and he didn't want to.But without giving him a chance to speak, Battista de Perrin had already quarreled with Marguerite de Perrin.It stands to reason that they shouldn't appear at the banquet of such a low-level colonel's family, which will be ridiculed by other upper-level people.I don't know why, after the plague in the summer, they are always doing weird things.

In short, eavesdropping is not good, but it is not good for Mikhail to leave the carriage and wander around. He has to keep the interior of the carriage warm; Not issued.Anyway, if the two parties didn't know that he heard it, they wouldn't be embarrassed.

It was Batista who ran after Marguerite.The man's tone sounded like he was begging:

"Rita..."

Margaret shook off his hand, her long gloved arms were tightly hugged together, her voice was terrified, and she was on the verge of collapse: "Don't touch me! I've already... what he said is right, I shouldn't have lied to you! "

"You didn't lie to me," Perrin said cautiously. "Please, Rita. It's all right, okay? It's going to be all right."

"It's not going to get better. It's not going to happen! Batista! You don't know anything!"

"I know! I know..." the young man burst into tears, "but...but Rita, that's all in the past. Let's start over, shall we?"

Margaret froze.An unbelievable horror appeared on her beautiful face, which was half hidden by the veil, and she took a step back with wide eyes.Horror then turns to anger and indifference:

"No, you don't. Let me tell you, nothing happened to me and Dr. Edwards. He did treat me. That's not what I'm talking about!"

Batista stared at her silently.For a long time, he thought no one was there, wiped his eyes, and said softly:

"I killed Maurice."

Margaret suddenly opened her eyes wide and raised her head, her fingers digging deep into her arms.

Battista grabbed her by the shoulder equally enthusiastically: "I know you all think it is Edwards, and I am very grateful for everything he has done for you, but, Rita, have you ever thought that I went to school in Iris What is it? I am a student of the Iris Royal College of Medicine, the chief of this class! I am no worse than him, but we need him in our lives, do you understand?"

The author says:

The setting of mixing clay in baby food also refers to Ruth Goodman's "Becoming a Victorian", the capitalist is like this.jpg