soul stone

The twilight is getting thicker, the place where the sky and the earth meet turns from orange to blue and purple, and the sound of cicadas is as breathless as the humid air.After closing the window, Moelle turned around and stared at the letter on the round table with eyes staring at a vision.The envelope is exquisite and flat, with a red wax seal on the seal.Proof of the ecclesiastical clerk.

"What does this mean?" she asked the middle-aged man leaning against the door.The man was holding the gray top hat in his hand, and he was squeezing it so fast, it was like a mouse was scurrying around in the hat.

"What do you mean?" Raphael asked back with a smile, "I also want to understand. Generally speaking, the higher-ups have clues into the case of murdering my brother, and the church was quite shocked, claiming that Sister Moelle would not be People who do that kind of thing..."

The nun frowned slightly, and said solemnly: "I am deeply sorry for not being able to prevent Brother Ling's misfortune. If I had been vigilant that day, maybe Brother Ling would not have been murdered. However, if this alone is to kill me It's too unreasonable to be the culprit of your brother's misfortune, are you right?"

"Of course, of course." Raphael hung his hat on the coat rack, put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked towards the round table, "I also find it strange, how could it be blamed on you? Open the letter and let us find out what happened. Something happened."

Mo Allie returned a superficial smile, like the skin on the surface of hot milk.She opened the envelope swiftly, and the whole movement seemed to Raphael to be smooth and flowing, full of continuous beauty.There are many women who write letters beautifully, but very few open letters beautifully.baffling.Is it related to devout faith?Raphael felt his heart move.

The content of the letter is very short.In less than a minute, the nun refolded the letter, stuffed it back into the envelope, and put it on the table.

"In the end, the higher-ups still suspect that I am the murderer. The evidence has been submitted to the main church, and I am just waiting for my response. I really have no idea about the 'evidence' mentioned in this letter. I think you must know something before You came here specifically to inform me, right?"

Raphael nodded slowly.

The Lynch case sparked a massive search campaign.Originally, Villar and Xue Ye, who disappeared from Lynch's house that day, were the most suspected suspects, but not long after, the search team discovered the key evidence that made Mo Allie the number one suspect—hair.A few strands of chestnut hair fell beside Lynch's body, long and curly.The hair did not match any of Lynch's family or servants, but it happened to be the same as the visitors of the day.

"The scientists said that as long as the DNA test is carried out, it can be determined who belongs to it. If it is yours, it can't get rid of it anyway. Unless it is clear why the hair appeared in that room. Sorry... the hair is indeed yours yes, right?"

The nun closed her eyes and sat down at the round table with her hands folded on her lap.

"Those people can't say anything good. They have already begun to suspect that you are having an affair with your eldest brother. That day, the two of you had a dispute over interests, and you killed him in a fit of anger, and then let the child run away to confuse the public. Come back to me. Of course, the possibility of you being coerced by your elder brother is not ruled out... In any case, if you leak it a little bit, it will ruin the reputation of the Lynch family and you. By then, the Lynch family will no longer be some 'underworld knights' ', and you'll be kicked out of the convent too... Of course, it's a good thing to think about, but it's going to be too much to bear if it happens. Am I right, nun?"

While listening, Mo Allie recalled the situation that day.

hair?

At the time, Villar said there was a secret passage in the room, behind the fireplace.Presumably Lynch went out from the main entrance, and then turned back to the room through that road.After the two children escaped through the secret passage, she carefully eliminated the traces of the scene before turning back to the living room on the first floor.When did her hair stay on the scene?

The memory fragments suddenly floated across the mind, and the nun quickly picked it up.

When the child hugged her and cried bitterly, he probably tore off her hair and threw it on the bed impartially.Although it was a bit of a coincidence, it doesn't make sense to say that the child did it deliberately.Why would she do that on purpose?

A thought flashed through.And this idea, even the nun herself found it unbelievable and unbelievable.

If Xue Ye did it on purpose, there is only one possible explanation that can be thought of.The nun shuddered.Impossible, that child is a victim!She said silently in her heart.Then the thought appeared like morning mist and disappeared without a trace.

"Mr. Raphael, do you know what Brother Ling did to that child... to Xue Ye?"

The middle-aged man withdrew his smile, bowed his head in silence for a while, and then slowly said: "Brother has a special interest."

Mo Allie opened her eyes suddenly, stood up abruptly, and stared straight at him.

"So, you knew from the beginning..."

"I'm sorry too. Such a good little girl..." Rafael stretched out his index finger and middle finger, and kept mosuo's nose, looking very embarrassed, "The second son wants to consolidate his position in the family, he can only please the eldest son... ...even if he's a hopeless bastard."

Mo Aili took a deep breath, and said as if exhaling: "I will reply to the head church."

"Ok?"

"I will report the truth of the matter to you." The nun supported the edge of the table with stern eyes. "Everyone must know what kind of person Brother Ling is. Otherwise, more children will suffer misfortune. ..."

Raphael suddenly growled: "Do you want those two children to be on the arrest warrant?"

Mo Allie was taken aback.

Of course she didn't want those two children to be hunted down.But if he continues to remain silent, he will be the one to blame.

"Give them to me," Raphael suggested, "I won't kill them."

"...What are your plans?"

The middle-aged man clicked his teeth twice, and finally said, "Send them to Meteor Street."

"Meteor Street," the nun repeated, "what's the difference between that and death?"

"You have to give an explanation to the higher authorities. It depends on your choice." Rafael shrugged and turned his head to look out the window.The night was dark, the sky was dark blue, and the stars were few and far between.At the end of the voice, the room was enveloped in a vast and empty silence like the sky.

After an unknown amount of time, murmurs like warm milk flowed into the still emptiness.

"It works. If it's those two kids..."

Hearing this, Raphael turned his face away, the deliberately suppressed upturned corners of his mouth were hidden in the vast night.

Although it is a train station in an unnamed town, the good habits and professionalism of the people of the country can be seen everywhere-the whole station is neat and orderly, and the windows are clear and clean.In the evening, the orange light behind the distant mountains floods in silently and overwhelmingly, covering the emptiness of the waiting room with a faint sense of reality.

In the front of the long and narrow house, a huge wooden board is hung, which is used as a train information notice board.There is only one line of information, made with cutout figures resting in the grooves in the bottom of the board.There is only one fixed train passing here every day, and the starting point, ending point, train number, arrival time, and departure time seem to have never changed.This also partially reflects the Chinese people's serious and almost strict concept of time.Behind the sign is the duty room, where the only employee who manages the station lives.

There was a sound of knocking glass.He glanced at the window and saw a seven or eight-year-old girl stretching her neck to look into the room.What a beautiful boy, with eyes like a cat's.

"Excuse me, uncle, will the car come on time later?"

"Oh, yes, yes!" he replied, "I've been working here for decades, and I've never seen a delay!"

The girl thanked her with a smile and turned back to her companion.What a good and well-behaved boy, if only he had raised a daughter back then... the train conductor thought to himself while holding tea.

Xue Ye and Villar sat back to back.The little girl stared at the empty platform indifferently, and the little boy looked at the mountains and clouds on the other side of the railway track in a trance.Behind the mountains and clouds, the setting sun slowly closed its eyes like a sleeping lion.

"Hey, Xue Ye...does a person really have a soul after death?"

"Yes. Although I haven't seen it with my own eyes..."

"Father..." Villar tightened his lips, "Father's soul...will never let me go."

"Some people have souls, while others don't."

"sorry."

A slender white hand stretched out from behind and placed it on the back of the little boy's hand.

"At that time, he told me that as long as a person has a soul, there is a way to be resurrected. My mother's soul stone told me that what he said was true. So I believed it. However, it seems to be wrong."

"..."

"I killed him hundreds of thousands of times, in my heart. Villar helped me kill him, so thank you Villar. And, we escaped now."

Villar raised his eyes to look at her, and found that Xue Ye was smiling at him, tears flowed down her snow-white cheeks from her eyes, and dripped on the back of her hand.The earrings trembled slightly in the twilight, like two clusters of purple nebula.

"Do you still have the letter from Sister Moelle?"

"Well, I brought it with me. I dare not lose it."

"From now on, we will study and live together at her master's house as she said, until we are adults... okay?"

"Ah."

The little boy looks out the window as if seeing a vision from the future.He stood up suddenly, ran to the window, picked up a thin branch on the window sill, and turned his face slightly behind him.

"You look."

Holding the branch in his left hand, he stood facing the direction of the setting sun, then raised his arm one high and one low, and waved it rhythmically in the air.Outside the window, on the continuous distant mountains, clouds of various shapes are curled up, like a large symphony orchestra obeying the command.

"One day, I will stand by the window like this, and all things in the world... even the free and unrestrained clouds must obey my command... This is my dream."

He killed his father with his own hands a few days ago, and now he is talking about dreams here, Villar feels incredible.It wasn't just him, Xue Ye, who was violently abused by his father back then, acted calmly as if nothing had happened.Maybe she just didn't want to show it in front of him.

Xue Ye stared at his back intently, as if there was a magnet on Villar's body, firmly locking his sight.

"You, want to become a god...?"

"God?" The little boy frowned, "That kind of thing never existed."

"But, your dream is to be close to the existence of God."

"If I had to say it, it should be 'against the gods'..."

"Huh? Are you serious?"

"Ah."

"That's bad."

"……what?"

"My dream is to become a 'God'." Xue Ye blinked, "In that case, wouldn't we become enemies?"

Villar was stunned for a moment, then walked up to her with a flat mouth, and sat down back to back.

"Stop talking nonsense, how can a man become a god?"

"This is a secret and cannot be revealed."

"Could it be..."

Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly heard a loud bang as the door was knocked open behind him.The walls and roof shook accordingly.

"Finally found it for me..." The familiar middle-aged male voice said, "Catch them."