Chapter 257 27: Purple Tail
The soul crow is known as the messenger of souls, and its mission is to bring the deceased into heaven.
However, this soul crow suddenly doubted whether heaven is really as perfect as all living beings expected, and even thought about it rebelliously, does heaven really exist?
And since there is heaven, where is hell? Who defines good and evil? Is Phaedra really in heaven now enjoying the eternal happiness that she did not get in reality?
Standing on an old tree in the cemetery, Soul Crow thought for a long time. Many questions kept emerging. Often a question would be replaced by a new one before the answer could be thought of.
It will not deny the fact that Soul Crows were created by the Supreme Being. This is common sense engraved in their souls.
But although they, the Soul Crow clan, are intelligent, they seem to lack a lot of emotions compared to humans. Is this also what is destined in the Supreme Being? It seems a little unfair.
The little soul crow appeared from the night and landed next to the soul crow.
"Inspector, are you leaving?"
Hun Crow nodded, looking at Little Soul Crow with a lot of spiritual color in his eyes: "I have stayed here for too long. It’s been a long time, and the injuries have been healed long ago. It’s time to leave and continue to perform the duties of the inspector.”
"So, does the wise crow know what happened last time? Did it punish you?" Little Soul Crow asked with concern.
The soul crow shook his head: "The wise crow should know what happened here, but it didn't stop me before, and it didn't blame me afterwards."
"Then we didn't make a mistake! "The little soul crow shouted happily. Although it felt that helping the patrol would prevent it from regretting, it would be better if it could be sure that it would not lead to punishment.
Compared with the simple joy of the little soul crow, the soul crow felt that the wise crow should be the same as it and have the same emotions as humans. When he took him to the cemetery, he was probably in memory of a certain friend who passed away. , I just don’t know if it also has the same doubts as myself.
And has it ever received an answer from the Supreme?
It does not dare to ask for the supreme question, but it also wants to find its own answer, where is heaven? Does hell exist? Can emotions take root and sprout among the Soul Crow clan?
While the soul crow was deep in thought, the little soul crow took a serious look at the soul crow's tail feathers, which were still dyed purple, and asked curiously: "Hasn't the dye on your tail been washed off yet? Gaga, It took a long time for the crows to lose their purple feathers. People gathered around the park to take pictures every day and ate all they could eat French fries."
The soul crow shook his head: "Purple is actually quite pretty. Yes. Don’t you have a name?”
“Do we soul crows still need this kind of thing? I heard that it’s just that humans can’t tell who is who, so we have names, but we can all recognize and distinguish them clearly. All crows.”
“It’s very convenient to have a name. You can just call me Ziwei from now on. It’s easy to remember.”
The little soul crow looked at its tail feathers and nodded. It was indeed easy to remember.
What is your name, Kuroo? No, aren’t their tails all black?
"Well, goodbye, I hope that when I see you in the future, you will already be an inspector." Leaving his blessing, Ziwei prepared to leave.
“Wait a minute.” Little Soul Crow quickly stopped and took out a golden chain. The pendant in the middle was an oval-shaped object. “Look, this is what I asked the human photographer to do. The photo pendant is specially made to be so small. You should be able to wear it, so you can peck it and see the photo inside.” Recognized photos, the scene at that time can automatically come to mind.
This scene should be unforgettable for the rest of our lives.
"This is indeed very important to me, thank you."
"That's great! Goodbye, I will work hard to become an inspector!"
Purple Tail Dai Put on the necklace, fly into the sky, circle around the cemetery several times, no longer miss it, and leave in a certain direction.
Gaul.
It was already late at night when Olivier processed a large number of documents in the Palace of Delfor.
After dealing with it, he did not feel any relief. Instead, he felt that the situation was far more serious than he imagined.
To be honest, the immigration protests are usually not just a trauma to them, they are not even skin injuries. They have their own ways to make up for it.
What he is more concerned about is that things seem to be developing in a very bad direction now, and behind it, there seems to be another force planning.
Of course, all this and the information informed by the Shen'en Tower, the remnants of the Demon Lord seemed to be targeting him.
The word "Kill Olivier" has appeared before. At that time, it was only found to be related to the Divine Grace Warlock, and then nothing happened. It was not until the Heaven Node made a public appearance and established the Divine Grace Tower that the Gallic intelligence agency determined that the two should be involved. There was a connection, but he wisely didn't mention it again.
There was a knock on the door, and from the frequency of the sound, Olivier could tell who was knocking on the door.
"Please come in."
Abdel walked in with a file: "Sir, this is Paradise Node. Mr. Li combined the information we provided and sorted out the information sent. ”
Olivier took it and looked through it quickly.
There was no big deviation from what he and the intelligence agency had predicted. There was a high probability that another group of divine sorcerers belonging to the Soul Gathering would be targeting him. The most suspicious person was the Gauls codenamed [Heathcliff].
Olivier laughed at himself. Unexpectedly, the people who were most malicious to him were his own people.
“Thank you for your hard work, Abdul. I know there are some bad rumors out there, but you can rest assured that such public opinion will not spread. You have to believe that your work in the past few years is He has really helped many Gauls and safeguarded Gaul's international interests, which everyone sees." Olivier's smile was as cordial as ever.
Abdel nodded: "Sir, I don't take it to heart. I believe that justice lies in people's hearts."
Olivier laughed: "I like this sentence, justice Be at ease with people's hearts and don't be afraid of whispers. The people's eyes are sharp. We can't satisfy everyone at the same time, but we can try our best to make the majority of people live a better life. History will prove this."
"However, in the investigation of those initiators, I have not yet found any traces related to the extraordinary. This may also be because they are lurking too deep." Abdulhui reported.
“Can’t even find any clues about your ability?” Olivier pondered a little, “It doesn’t matter, as long as they ask for something, they will be exposed. Continue to keep surveillance. However, you have been there for a month. You haven't gone home?"
Abdel was stunned and subconsciously calculated: "About five weeks."
"I know you love work, but you are not the only one in your family. Alone, and your mother, she must miss you very much. A phone call cannot solve the problem. Go back. I order you to take three days off and spend time with your mother. Put your work aside and make an appointment later if possible. It's okay to ask out any lady, don't be so rigid, remember, you are a romantic Gaul." Olivier looked at him with teasing eyes.
"But, in this situation, your safety." Abdul didn't miss home, but felt that Olivier's safety was being challenged and needed his protection.
"I also cherish my life. Believe me, I have told Shen'en Tower that they have sent three people to protect and assist our investigation. You can rest assured." Olivier's claim that he cherishes his life is not as convincing as those three people. A warlock from the God's Grace Tower comes high. "Then I'm going home?"
"Go back, see you in three days, young man."
Abdel left the office in a trance. , and saw three strangers coming.
One of the women dressed in cowboys looked at him carefully: "Abdul?"
"Are you?"
Abdel has already guessed that the three of them should be the three divine grace warlocks that Olivier mentioned.
"Just call me cowboy." The cowboy raised his hat, smiled, and pointed at the other two men, "horse boy, paparazzi."
This is the zoo's team building. ?
The two men looked at each other helplessly and coughed lightly.
"Hello, Mr. Abdul, I have known you for a long time. I am Mosaic and he is a hound."
It feels like it is not as good as the name introduced by the cowboy just now.
When they met for the first time, they didn’t say much. After exchanging names and codes, they said goodbye to each other and left.
Abdul returned to his office, arranged the matters with his subordinates, then left the Dever Palace and quickly headed home using his abilities.
Soon, he returned to a community where most of the people were middle class.
To be honest, this community is not particularly suitable for his status. Even a few years ago, this was a house that he would never have imagined.
It’s just that he is already very satisfied. What’s more important is that in the high-rise communities further up, most of the people living there are “locals”.
Abdel does not want to make such a distinction. For him, anyone who has contributed to the country can be called a Gaulish, regardless of whether he is engaged in low-end or high-end work.
But he cannot deny that the current reality is that there is such a distinction. He cannot change people's ideas in a short time and can only adapt to it.
Living here, my mother can at least find a few people to communicate with, so that she won’t have nowhere to talk.
He told a few agents who were on duty near his home that they didn't need to come over to protect him these days. After all, if they couldn't stop him, they would be useless.
As soon as he walked to the door, he could hear chatter and laughter coming from inside. There seemed to be guests in his home.
He did not ask the agents who his mother usually came into contact with, and if they found anything unusual, they would definitely notify her, and the lack of notification meant that at least there was no problem with the other party's background.
“Ah, this is”
Abdul saw that the guest was a middle-aged woman, who looked like an immigrant.
"Abdul! Why are you back?" the mother said in surprise.
"Come back and rest for two days." Abdul said hello, "Hello, madam."
After learning Abdul's identity, the woman's expression changed a little, and she became cautious. He talked a lot and hurriedly said goodbye to his mother.
Abdel’s mother didn’t stay long. After saying a few words, she sent her out and left.
“Mom, is that person a new neighbor?”
"No, you haven't come back so often. You don't know. She has always lived near here. It's just that we got acquainted recently and found that we have many things in common. Alas, she is also a miserable person. She finally moved to this community, and her husband... She passed away unexpectedly. At that time, she was the only one left in the family with a son who was studying. She was also very good. She just relied on a compensation and a few jobs to take root here. Now her child is also in high school, and her grades are not bad. I guess. She wants to ask me for some help so that her child can go to college.”
Abdel is not surprised. There are so many coincidences in the world. After becoming famous, people come to him for various reasons. Too many, and my mother also came from a chaotic place like a slum, and her eyes were still vicious.
"Are you ready to help?"
"I have observed that she is okay, not those white-eyed wolves. I can help you, and you probably don't know that she is also from Li Fante is here, so after all, we are also fellow villagers."
Perhaps because she is getting older, she is nostalgic for the place where she tried her best to escape.
Time is really magical. It can intercept all the good things and leave only hatred. It can also filter out all the unpleasantness and filter out the good things in the past.
Abdel did not comment too much on this. After all, he was still very young when he left his hometown and his memory was not very clear, or his subconscious did not want to recall.
"Mother, we are Gauls now."
".Yes, of course I know, Gaul, Gaul." The mother forced a smile and nodded in agreement with her son. objection.
"Do you need me to find someone to write a letter of introduction to her son? However, I need to see the child's grades first." He has always been serious about this kind of thing, even if it is a piece of cake for him It doesn't count. He doesn't want to introduce an unlearned person casually. Ruining his reputation is the second priority. More importantly, he just doesn't want such a person to occupy other people's positions.
"It's not that troublesome, so I'll help. You're overdoing it." Mother chuckled and raised her fingers. "Over the years, as your mother, the government has given you a lot of miscellaneous subsidies, and I have also saved some." The money is enough to lend her to let her son go to college. It’s not like he wants to go to a prestigious school. If he has enough grades, the money will be enough. It’s so troublesome to ask for a letter of introduction.”
Abdel didn’t refute, this is. fact.
His mother has not lent money to many people in these years.
Except for those who had helped them, even the money she lent had no intention of getting it back, and this was also the case. After the loan, the other party either disappeared or took advantage of it, and no one thought about paying it back. , seem to take this as a matter of course, and there are still people who curse.
There were even some black immigrants who came here to "take refuge" in him as a glove or something. For this reason, he moved once, and then reluctantly allowed agents to conduct protective surveillance on his home.
I talked a lot with my mother, and when I saw that she was feeling sleepy, I ended the conversation on my own initiative.
"Tomorrow morning, let's go to the Iron Tower to have a look."
My mother suddenly suggested.
Abdel was stunned but did not refuse.
Although that was the place where he became famous, it was also the place he least wanted to recall.
(End of this chapter)