Lord of Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

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Jenna's brother crazy? Another anger surged in Lumian's heart. It wasn't that he was angry with the other party, thinking that his mental quality was too poor to go crazy like this, but that he seemed to hear the mocking sound of fate again.

Although he could tell yesterday that Julian blamed himself for Elodie's death and had a certain self-enclosed phenomenon, but it was far from going crazy. Impossible to crash all at once.

Unless, unless something happened last night, Julian was hit hard again! Damn fate!

Franka was equally surprised. She reminded Jenna yesterday to pay attention to her brother's mental state and mental state, but she never thought that Julian would go crazy when he turned around.

In her cognition, that is a young man who has endured suffering, and is still in good health, and will not adversely affect his emotions and arouse dangerous tendencies. Therefore, it is normal for him to be autistic and even indulge for a while. It is unlikely that it will completely collapse that night.

Jenna told her that Julian's character tends to go to extremes, but it was also for the good of the family. On the premise that his sister is still alive, burdened with debts, and must become an underground singer who is prone to various problems, Julian Obviously he will support himself, work hard, and help share the debt until he pays off. At that time, if his psychological problems have not been resolved, he may collapse or commit suicide silently.

This made Franka suspect that Julian had received a new stimulus last night. Similarly, she has always been a little puzzled about the fact that Janna's mother chose to commit suicide, but she didn't bring it up so as not to irritate Janna.

She could understand Elodie's feelings and choices, but she felt that the act of suicide was too fast and easy, as if her emotions were affected by something, and she was a little too impulsive.

Before she traveled to this world, she had seen many similar reports, and she knew that the combination of the torture of poverty, the guilt of burdening her family with heavy debts, the fear of losing the ability to work and pure and selfless love could indeed make An optimistic person chooses to go to the dead end, self-sacrifice.

But this kind of thing often needs a period of inner struggle before it can finally be put into action. After all, everyone has a desire to survive and will also consider the feelings of their loved ones. Definitely low.

Franke preliminarily speculates that there are two possibilities. One is that the poor physical condition has affected Jenna's mother psychologically, and the other is that the chemical plant explosion accident must be hidden in the purpose that Congressman Secretary Rhone and others want to achieve. The subsequent abnormal and large-scale mood swings may be one of them.

Julian also belongs to this kind of situation? While thinking secretly, Franka cast her eyes on Jenna who was sobbing as she walked to the door of Room 207: "What's going on?"

"Julian was fired." Jenna said with a bit of resentment,

"Just because he didn't go to the factory yesterday afternoon, but whose mother passed away, can he still think about work? After leaving the hospital, he also went to his master immediately to ask for personal leave, but he was fired He has been an apprentice there for a whole year!"

"Damn!" Franka cursed.

"Isn't it okay to deduct some money? Those people are orphans, won't people die at home?"

"They said they had to ask for it in advance, not later." Jianna wiped away the tears around her eyes indiscriminately,

"Julian broke down completely this morning, crying like a child, talking very self-blaming and afraid of losing his job. I waited until he was tired from crying and fell asleep before I came to you. I went to White Coat Street first. I found that there was no one there, so I ran here again." As she spoke, she became a little verbose, as if she had accumulated too many emotions in her heart and needed to vent them out.

After listening to Jenna's words, Franka was slightly relieved: "It doesn't sound too serious, it's more like a stress breakdown.

"Believe me, a real 'psychiatrist' can cure your brother completely, and I will make an appointment for you right now!" While speaking, Franka turned around and walked towards the stairs.

The anger in Lumian's heart grew stronger and stronger. Forgetting to ask for leave, being fired for making up the day off, and being unable to bear the new stimulus and becoming a lunatic, these details made him smell a coincidence.

Fuck you Termiporus! Fuck you! Lumian turned his head abruptly, and said to Jianna: "Let's visit that factory owner and your brother's master!" Jianna pursed her lips and said, "Okay." As Franka walked towards the stairs, two flames were faintly burning in her blue eyes.

At this moment, flashed through his mind

The words left by the "psychiatrist" Ms. Su Xi: Always remember not to be overly emotional. Once you have a similar reaction, immediately use deep breathing and other methods to calm down and ease the state... Lumian gasped for breath suddenly, spontaneously Feeling vigilant: Facing the incident of Jianna's brother going crazy, facing the mockery of fate, I should be angry and resist, but I shouldn't be so angry that I lose my mind a little bit!

Almost at the same time, behind Lumian, Jenna's resentful expression became flat, and she pulled out a brown-green dagger from nowhere.

It doesn't look like a metal weapon. It seems to be cut from the branches of a certain tree. There are many lumps of bark left on its surface, which are arranged in dizzying ways to form different patterns.

With a swipe, Jenna's short knife stabbed Lumian's vest. As soon as Lumian was alert, he turned around immediately, and the dagger missed his vitals, and was stuck between his shoulder and back.

Jian Na immediately jumped back lightly, and the blood from the wound gushed out, red as fire. On her brown-green short knife made of wood, all the bark seemed to come to life, frantically absorbing the contaminated Lumian's blood.

At this time, Jenna's face muscles also changed, which made Lumian and Franka who turned her head feel strange.

In an instant, she turned into a girl with profound facial features, pure and charming temperament. Lumian's childish hole suddenly enlarged, and he recognized who this fake Jenna was: Charlotte.

Calvino! Charlotte, the heroine of the old pigeonhole. Calvino! Charlotte's figure seemed to be assimilating with the surrounding environment, and instantly avoided the crimson fireball thrown by Lumian.

Amidst the rumbling explosion, the door of Room 207 collapsed, and the actor chuckled softly, "You woke up quickly, so I didn't kill you directly.

"But it's okay, all we need is a little bit of your blood." On Market Avenue, in the khaki building where the Congressman's office is located.

Jianna entered the banquet hall in a daze, and saw exquisite desserts, cooked dishes and glasses of alcoholic beverages of different colors on several long tables.

In the corner of the hall, a small symphony orchestra played a soothing melody, and the mid-empty crystal chandelier assisted the sunlight from the window.

People in brown jackets, linen shirts, off-white long skirts and other common clothing in the market area are scattered in different places, which is out of place for such a banquet venue.

Some of them stood in the corner with blank expressions, some looked at those expensive things with resentment, some filled their stomachs blankly, and some drank champagne with a little excitement and enjoyed the luxury of the upper-class people. A real banquet that we can only participate in.

Jenna instinctively retreated to a corner, to a dim place with weak light, watching all this with a blank expression.

In the councilor's office on the fourth floor. Huge with mottled sideburns and a big nose. Artois, in a black tuxedo and dark blue tie, stood behind a window looking out over the market area.

This rather chaotic and rather old place belongs to his kingdom.

"Mr. Congressman, why do you want to hold a sympathy banquet and invite those untouchables to participate?" Rhone, who was wearing gold-rimmed glasses and had his hair neatly combed back, asked doubtfully.

Yuge, Artois smiled: "This is the responsibility of the councilor, before I have another identity, I still have to do what I should do.

"Besides, giving some comfort and help to those who are grieving at this time can make them firmly remember that in the future, they will become my followers, and it will be easier for them to convert their beliefs." Red-haired card Sandra laughed lowly when she heard the words: "And they will never know that it is you, the congressman, who brought them disaster, pain and despair.

"They will only be moved by the care of the big man and satisfied with the promise you made." Secretary Rhone nodded and added with a smile: "In their eyes, Mr. Congressman is a big man who can only look up to and dare not approach , I dare not say a word more, let alone doubt, anger and hatred.

"As long as no one organizes them, they will never dare to resist." Yu Ge. Artois laughed and said, "That's why we need to divide them and make them hate each other." Speaking of which, Yu Ge.

Artois looked out of the sunny window again, and said to himself: It's time for the "Mother Tree of Desire" to act...

"Chaotic street, outside the Golden Rooster Hotel. The ground split suddenly, and the middle caved in. Several peddlers could not dodge and fell, and the screams lasted only a second before they stopped abruptly. A huge, brown-green tree suddenly Drilled out from the ground, and continuously extended a large number of branches to the surroundings. Before falling down, the screams lasted only a second and then stopped abruptly. This wrapped several blocks around, and wrapped the Golden Rooster Hotel in layers. Inside. The elopement couple once again started their favorite sports and cursed at each other; the intelligence dealer Anthony Reed hid under the wooden table again, hustle