Harry Potter’s Morning Light

   Chapter 941

"Why can women turn on the lights during the day while worrying about global warming?" O'Sullivan glanced back at the cleaner who turned on all the lights in the office. She seemed to be very skilled at this job, crackling. Pressed once, and then pushed her trolley away.

   "Who made the video?" Mills said that he couldn't love it.

  The protagonist in the screen is Angela, and the camera keeps moving with her, indicating that this is not a fixed camera position.

   "Her friend, Sgart Davis." O'Sullivan took a bite of the doughnut and said, looking at the information.

  "Are they a couple?"

   "No, they are just friends. Sgart's parents don't support him and Angela."

"really? Why?"

   "Sgart is the kind of person who wants to enter the Ivy League in the future. Angela can get into the state university depends on luck, but you can see that she is very beautiful. Which boy can refuse her request?"

   Angela on the TV has a very bright smile. She is filming the growth of plants in the abandoned church, talking about the magical power of nature.

  In short, human beings lose, and nature wins. Protecting the environment is not for public welfare, but to protect the environment on which humans rely for their livelihood. This is the second time Mills has seen it, and he didn't see any strange places in the whole process.

  Stanford University's research found that women are twice as likely to suffer from anxiety as men. Why are they anxious? That's because they are crazy about thinking.

  Women have more anxious thoughts, including health, physical, social, etc., when the sky falls, Atlas is against it. What is the use of tension?

  It’s so innocent and carefree like Angela.

  Angela is a typical "American sweetheart", it is hard to imagine her cheerleader who brings joy to people will take the road of suicide.

   "She has blue eyes." Mills looked at the TV and said, "Do you think it looks weird?"

  "Would you like to go to the morgue to see?"

  Mills glanced at the scorching sun outside and made no sound.

   "Oh, you are scared!" O'Sullivan exclaimed as if seeing a spectacle.

   "Shut up!" Mills shouted impatiently.

   "Are you still the David Mills I know?"

  Mills did not answer him immediately.

"He didn't kill me. At that time, his gun was aimed here, just pull the trigger." Mills pointed his index finger to his temple and said, "I don't know what caused him to let me go. I said at the time. "No", I think his other victims have also said the same thing. He can choose not to listen. I thought for a long time and didn’t figure out whether Trish and my daughter would survive if I died. , I will become another policeman who died while performing official duties. When my daughter grows up, she should be 12 years old this year if she lives, about the same age as Angela, but in this way, the'Seven Deadly Sins Killer' may still be at large. She might volunteer to become a policeman in order to give me revenge, but then one day she might die on the street like me, beside the trash can. I still remember the smell of trash, I don’t want to die. In the trash, but when I fired, Trish’s face flashed before my eyes, not the **** face in the paper box, but clean, lifeless blue eyes."

   "Okay, don't say it." O'Sullivan persuaded.

"She doesn't look like a living person, more like a sculpture, or a wax figure, not like real, but in my eyes, she looks so real, but Angela said, all this is not real, what does she mean? ?"

"Do not pay attention to what she said."

   "No, I can feel pain, sadness and fear. These are all true to me, but she said none of this is true, so what is true?"

   "Or you can go back, I can do it alone." O'Sullivan said dryly.

"Do you know what **** is like? A group of mindless people circled in the darkness with two whirlpool-like waves, bumping back and forth, verbalizing and accusing each other, these people have no distinction between good and evil before death. It's also completely beyond recognition. At that time, two people went to the abandoned church, or at least two people. Why did Angela have an accident, and the kid named Sgart was okay?"

  O'Sullivan opened his mouth.

"The top students don't look like someone who can do bad things." Mills stood up. "I bet that Sgart has won a science prize or something. It is completely impossible to be related to'superstition'. Don't be fooled by a serial killer. Fool detective, don’t let him win."

   "The **** just now, did you really see it?" O'Sullivan asked.

   "No, someone told me after reading it."

"Who?"

   "Dante, hell!" Mills stepped backwards out of the cubicle. "Look, I'm not the David Mills you know anymore."

  After turning around, Mills' expression became calm and composed, looking very old William's style.

  Twelve years is enough for one person to finish elementary school, junior high school, and high school, which means that it is enough to turn an illiterate into a "student".

  Mills picked up the phone and made a call. He took a sip of coffee and threw it into the trash can with disgust on his face.

   "It seems that something hasn't changed." He murmured, just as the call was connected.

   "She's dead." Mills didn't talk nonsense, and went straight to the subject.

  "How did you die?" The voice of the Detroit Pastoral Agency came from the other end of the phone.

   "Jumped downstairs and was hit by a car." Mills said, "But she was not alone in the house at the time, and you would never believe what happened..."

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  On the other side of the world, the sun has already set, and Veronica slowly opened his eyes in a relaxing peace.

  At this moment, she was in the room arranged for her by the abbot, with a fairly comfortable bed, a table, and a cross for prayer, but no other furniture.

Raoula’s part-time job earns only enough money for her own expenses. She always complains that she has no place to wear clothes, and at the same time complains that she has no clothes to wear. But in Veronica’s eyes, Raoula has so many clothes that she does not have one piece a day It's done again.

  Veronica does not work as a subsidy for the family like Monica, but knows how not to burden her mother as much as possible.

   Although this room was simple, it was exclusively for her. She let out a long sigh of relief and stared at the peeling ceiling in a daze.

  How did she get here?

  She tried to remember, but the memory was as white as a napkin. She couldn't remember what happened.

"Love is patient and kind; love is not jealous, love is not boastful, not arrogant, does not do shy things, does not seek self-interest, does not easily get angry, does not count people's evil, does not like unrighteousness, I only like the truth; tolerate all things, believe all things, hope all things, endure all things; love never ceases."

  Veronica sits on the bedside and sings in a low voice. This song is called The True Meaning of Love, which is derived from the interpretation of the True Meaning of Love in 1 Corinthians in the Bible.

  In her opinion, the lyrics of this song express the "truth" about love.

  In Genesis, God created the world from Monday to Saturday, so things like worshipping God should naturally be given priority, so it should be done on the first day of the week, so Sunday is also the first day of the week.

  Why did God create this world? Is it really just to punish those "sinners"? So this world is actually a prison for it?

  She clenched the rosary in her hand and began to pray in a low voice.

  She sincerely hopes that this world is born for love.

  　Joanne Catherine Rowling agreed to change the name to J.K. Rowling in order to allow the manuscript to be published.

  　　 Parents will encourage boys to explore freely, and they will tell girls to "pay attention to safety".

  　　 Voldemort was definitely a top student when he was studying, he was also the chairman of the student union

  　　 Today is World Culture and Heritage Day, and the third shift is celebrated

  (End of this chapter)