Chapter 579: Prepare for a Rainy Day (Two Chapters in One)
Poof.
Mrs. Maggie collapsed softly on the ground, feeling that all her strength was drained away in an instant.
A small knife was inserted from the side of the waist until it reached the handle.
It wasn't very painful. Mrs. Maggie only felt a stinging pain, the wound felt cold, and then her whole body felt a little cold.
A throbbing pain came from my stomach, as if something was stirring inside.
The murderer has disappeared, surrounded by angry crowds.
“Give us an explanation!”
“Will we die?”
People shouted slogans and surrounded the priest in the square.
The panic did not make the people disperse, but instead caused them to gather on the streets.
No one knows whether these two people died because of the prayer just now, and no one knows whether they will become the third one.
So they didn’t even dare to escape. Instead, more and more people gathered around the pastor, asking for an explanation. However, no one believed the pastor’s explanation, which only made the noise louder and louder. Charles Square is increasingly chaotic.
People were worried about themselves, and no one noticed that their neighbor for many years was lying on the ground with a knife stuck in his eyes, watching helplessly as pairs of big feet stepped on him.
The knife was very small and was not obvious when inserted into Mrs. Maggie's back. It felt cool and not very painful, as if there was only a small cut.
Maybe...it doesn't penetrate deeply?
However, the pain from inside her body and an indescribable feeling of weakness gave Mrs. Maggie a very ominous premonition.
No, it stabbed very deep, as if something was pressing against my internal organs.
My injury must be serious. Can it still be cured? I'm not going to die, am I?
Mrs. Maggie was a little confused for a moment, and the fear of death arose in the landlady's heart, which made her already weak legs tremble even more.
What will Martha do after I die? Mr. Lynch is so kind, he will definitely take care of her, but now with such chaos and plague, can she really persevere?
When she thought about Martha's future, Mrs. Maggie's heart immediately clenched into a ball, and her fear of death was instantly eliminated by maternal love.
No, no.
I can't let this happen, even for Martha, I have to do something.
By the way, Mr. Lynch.
That person wants to stop me, it must be because this thing is very important.
Her slender hands clenched the empty picture frame in her hands. Although she was lying on the ground, Mrs. Maggie's mind was extremely clear at this time.
I am going to find Mr. Lynch and must give this thing to him.
Mrs. Maggie didn’t know where Lynch was, but there was a simple logic in her simple thinking.
Lynch is a big shot now.
There are a lot of big shots at City Hall.
So Lynch is most likely in City Hall, at least someone there knows where he is, and I'm going to find him and give him this thing.
Only he can stop everything from happening and protect my little Masha.
Thinking of little Martha, Mrs. Maggie Hudson got the strength from nowhere, endured the pain of the wound, moved her body, and touched the dagger on her waist with her backhand.
It’s very deep and painful, but I don’t dare to pull it out.
The education from Officer Natalie Angell taught her that she must not pull out the dagger at this time, otherwise she would soon lose strength and die.
This can't be like this. Before that, I must send the message out, and I will die after sending the message.
Mother's love is the most powerful force in the world, especially Mrs. Maggie's maternal love that is so strong that it is almost paranoid. The sudden burst of power made her actually get up, staggering and holding on. the people around you.
“Help me!”
However, no one paid any attention to her.
Everyone is worried about their own safety, and everyone is questioning the pastor, asking him to explain clearly, but no one believes what the pastor says, leaving the pastor unable to explain, and he can only watch the situation becoming more and more chaotic.
The more this happens, the more angry and panicked people become, and no one cares that their neighbor who has been with them for many years is in danger, seriously injured and on the verge of death.
No, no one can help me.
Clearly there were crowds of people around, but there was no helping hand, which made Mrs. Maggie so helpless and hopelessly helpless.
The body is getting weaker and the wound is in severe pain from the inside out. Mrs. Maggie just wants to continue to fall softly on the ground and lose consciousness. However, when she thinks of her most cherished little Martha, , the weak body was suddenly filled with strength, as if even the wound was not so painful.
No one is helping me, I will go alone!
The landlady suddenly had the courage to take the first step with a dagger stuck in her waist.
It was okay not to move, but when she moved a little, the wounds on her internal organs and appearance expanded at the same time, her muscles tore, and pain instantly swept over her consciousness.
It hurts.
Mrs. Maggie's muscles twitched all over in pain, tears were about to flow, and she just wanted to give up.
But no, I want to protect the space in which I live, I want to protect Martha, and the people I love.
No matter what world events, whether to participate or not, I want to protect the people I love, and I want to fight for myself.
I have to do what I should do.
Wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes, Mrs. Maggie let out a suppressed mad roar. Even though the muscles on her face were twitching in pain, she still took the second step.
It hurts, it hurts, it’ll be fine when it’s numb. I’m going to give the things to Lynch, and I want to protect little Martha. In the third and fourth steps, the pain became more and more severe, and the clothes gradually became warm and moist. However, a woman's cruelty was far more terrifying than a man's. Even though her teeth had bitten her lips and her nails had been embedded in her palms, she still clenched her fists. Holding the empty picture frame tightly in his hand, he dragged his bloody footprints step by step out of the noisy Charles Square and walked toward the city center.
I want...I want to go find Mr. Lynch.
The city has fallen into chaos.
The problem does not seem to be limited to Charles Square. The whole city is flourishing, with noise and noise coming from many directions. In many places, there are angry crowds blaming the pastor.
Panic is the most contagious thing. Soon, the area of panic and anger became larger and larger, spreading from the city center to the entire city.
The streets were filled with swaying crowds, and panicked people could be seen running around everywhere. Screams and cries were heard one after another. For a moment, the city felt like the end of the world was coming.
Mr. Lynch, Mr. Lynch.
It usually takes dozens of minutes to walk, but now it is even longer. As Mrs. Maggie moves slowly, her eyes have become hazy, and everything seems to be shaking. The only thing worth walking is Fortunately, the pain from the wound has been numbed.
No, I have to persist, I must persist.
This has become the only obsession that supports Mrs. Maggie, making her move her legs mechanically and numbly like a puppet, but she never falls. It seems that a strong will can really Make the impossible possible.
Unfortunately, that's just a seeming thing. The reality of the world is always so cruel.
With the sound of footsteps, someone seemed to be running past in a panic. His shoulder brushed her arm, and then he ran over without looking.
The contact that was usually not worth mentioning was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. Mrs. Maggie swayed on the spot a few times. She could no longer control her balance and fell to the ground feebly. The twitching body could no longer get up, and only the blood flowing out on the ground was still shocking.
No, I can't fall yet, I won't give in.
Mrs. Maggie fell to the ground and could no longer get up. Her arms shook several times, but immediately went limp again.
It hurts so much and I'm so tired. I can't stand up anymore. I might as well give up.
Exhausted physically and mentally, dying.
The loss of blood has completely drained the landlady's strength, and it is quite difficult to even move a finger.
The blood seeping out bit by bit but continuously had taken away all her strength, and it was extremely difficult for her to even move her fingers.
Can we only go here? Did I fail to do it in the end?
No, I can't fall. What will Martha do if I fall?
For Martha, I will sacrifice everything, even if I have to crawl, I will crawl in front of Mr. Lynch.
This is not a metaphor, but a real climb.
I don’t know where such strong willpower is hidden in her fragile body. The landlady, who could no longer stand up, just stretched out her hand and dug at the ground, crawling forward bit by bit. There were people running around in panic, and from time to time, people running by stepped on her fingers, but Mrs. Maggie still gritted her teeth, endured the multiple severe pains in the upper and lower parts, and moved slowly with her hands.
The brilliant blond hair was full of mud, the clean clothes were stained with blood, the tips of her long and slender fingers were turned up and dripping with blood, but she always had only one belief in her heart, I must see Lin Mr. Qi, for Martha, I also want to protect this world.
Her movements became softer and softer, almost stagnant, but that was only close. Mrs. Maggie's movements never stopped. She was desperate for her daughter.
However, just as the landlady's movements became more and more difficult, a strange and unobservable light was pouring out of her body, shooting toward the sky as if driven by something. . .
This is not an isolated case, similar strange lights burst into the sky from many different corners of the city. No one knows where these unobserved rays of light come from, but they rise from the ground, converge into one in mid-air, and then turn into billions of rays of light, spreading towards everyone in the world.
Just below where the light converged, a group of people were gathering in the huge ballroom on the top floor of the Medea Hotel.
Eight young ladies were arranged in a circle, all dressed in costumes, and played the violin on their shoulders. The sound of the violin was melodious and melodious, making the ballroom feel like a large-scale music performance.
But no.
Because of the position where the eight ladies were surrounding, a huge circle with a radius of five meters was carved on the ground. There were countless symbols like musical notes scattered between the circular lines. It looked like a mysterious magic circle, but it looked quite ordinary. special.
The lines and ravines in the secret array are criss-crossed, and dark red liquid flows inside. What is even more special is that the liquid does not exude blood, but the aroma of alcohol.
It’s not blood, it’s wine, the craft red wine of Carlile Winery in 1376, the royal family in wine.
Indulge in music and wine, and replace a lifetime of pain with a moment of happiness. This is the creed of the happy girl.
People who believe in her are also free-spirited by nature. Let alone music and wine, it is not surprising even if they perform other things on the spot.
The female pope Serena of the Church of Joy did not perform anything. She gently twisted the wine glass with her fingers, and the entourage beside her immediately filled the wine glass for her. Pope Serena took a sip, curled her lips, and casually spilled a glass of priceless wine. The wine seemed to be pulled by some force and quickly merged into the wine flowing in the lines on the ground.
Huh~~
As the wine poured in, the wine flowing in the ravine of the secret array became smoother, and the invisible light ball gathering in the sky suddenly looked like the sun, Unobservable light is radiated outwards, towards the city of Rhine below.
“That young man was really right.” The Archbishop of the Earth Goddess looked up at the ceiling, as if he could see through the entity and look directly at the ball of light outside. There are eight representatives of foreign churches gathered on this dance floor, and they have obviously been waiting here for a while, just waiting for now, "The other party really has countermeasures."
"It is said that he has communicated with the League of Shadows many times and has a deep understanding of the other party's methods." The female pope said with a half-smile, "However, I really didn't expect that he would ask me to help him."< br>
"Hmph, Serena, this guy's behavior is just to be on guard against us, without any trust." The archbishop of Forest Goddess Flanda said angrily, "'The enemy is too vicious, very There may be backup options. If someone really tries to incite people to destroy the ceremony, no matter what method they use, people will panic and despair, but there will definitely be people in the crowd who show courage and determination. I heard that your sect is best at mobilizing. Emotions, please also ask the Holy See to lend a helping hand, exaggerate the atmosphere as much as possible, amplify the courage and determination shown, and let them infect everyone. The power of example is infinite, and once the people are infected, it will inevitably burst out. "Humph, your guess is pretty accurate, but you didn't even show your face. Do you really want to cooperate with him just because of his letter?"
"He shouldn't be on guard against us?" "The female pope said calmly, "And the theory he said is very interesting. I also want to try it out. Besides, helping him is also helping us. Didn't you also help when setting it up?" br>
"That's to help you." Flanda's archbishop turned his head away, but his spirit was always focused on the light ball above his head. While radiating the faint light outward, the light ball was also constantly absorbing all the light. Glimmers of the past gather throughout the city.
“However, although his calculation is good, it may not be without mistakes.” The ears of the servant of Fengshen trembled and he showed a strange smile, “I hope he will not regret it.”
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"What happened?" Everyone's eyes turned to him.
“It’s nothing, it’s just that the person who was the first to truly show courage and determination in the face of disaster, and relied on her guidance to make the snowball get bigger and bigger, was almost unable to hold on anymore. I really want to help her. , It’s a pity that it’s too late for us to do anything. I hope that he will not regret it for the rest of his life.”
His...
The calm and cruel words made all the archbishops feel a little. Chilling, I seemed to see the young man's loss and pain before his eyes.
Is it too late to do anything?
(End of this chapter)