Trafford’s Trading Club

The old grandma's first aid went smoothly, and at the same time in the village, Mr. Isam's child's high fever had also subsided.

This is all welcome news.

However, the old grandma is not awake yet because of the drugs. But Charlotte's expression was no longer tense, and she was obviously relieved.

"Sharti, if nothing happens, I'll go back first." Mr. Isam walked to the ward now. "I'll pick her up when grandma is discharged from the hospital."

"Thank you, Mr. Isam." Sharti said gratefully.

Mr. Isam smiled heartily at this time: "With a little effort... By the way, if you have any difficulties regarding expenses, you must tell me and I will go back and find a solution for you."

Charti smiled and said: "Don't worry about the cost. I have already contacted the church here. The cathedral here will pay for the treatment for grandma."

"Oh... that's really great." Mr. Isam nodded and said with emotion: "It seems it is better to have faith."

Sharti smiled and said: "If mutual help between people disappeared, we would probably have disappeared long ago."

"That's true." Mr. Isam nodded.

Sharti stood up, put her palm on Mr. Isam's forehead, and gave him some blessings. This was of course not like Bucky's visible blessing, but just a simple ceremony.

In other words, it is a spiritual blessing.

Before leaving, Mr. Isam suddenly said: "By the way, the child is still staying outside... Do you need me to take her back? I think this child is a little weird. Do you want to help take care of her for a few days?"

Charti could only say: "The child can't stay too far away from me and grandma... It's okay, I will go find her later."

Mr. Isam didn't know what he really meant by not being able to leave too far. He thought it was because the child would get awkward when he didn't see anyone. The child was already awkward enough... when he was in the village clinic.

"Well, if you need anything else, just call me." Mr. Isam nodded: "I will be there as soon as possible."

A very good person.

Sharti looked at Uncle Isam's leaving figure and thought silently in her heart.

Good people will be rewarded...that's what the old grandma always said.

…

Smoking is not allowed in the hospital, but Mr. Isam is obviously a smoker, so he left the lobby and came to the parking lot outside. Mr. Isam lit a cigarette and started smoking.

After exhaling the smoke for a long time, Mr. Isam took a look at the sky... It should be very late by the time he returns to the village. The child's condition has improved, and the old grandma has returned. Mr. Isam suddenly felt extremely satisfied.

He suddenly wanted to eat the soup made by his wife.

He walked towards the parking place, but after only walking a few steps, Mr. Isam saw Lucifer sitting on a bench in the parking lot.

This child seems to have been sitting here motionless from the beginning?

Mr. Isam frowned and subconsciously walked towards the child. When he heard what the child said at the village clinic, he always felt that it was not something a little girl could say... so cold and so cold. It forces people into a desperate state of thinking.

But suddenly, the sitting Lucifer slowly raised his head... His eyes were just visible with his half-raised head, and there was a strange smile on his face.

Mr. Isam suddenly felt startled, and suddenly felt a creepy feeling... The child should have an innocent smile, but instead it looked so scary on this child.

"What's going on with this kid..."

He even had to shudder, his hand shook, and the cigarette held on his fingers accidentally dropped to the ground... Mr. Isam came back to his senses, secretly thinking that he was actually frightened by such a young child. arrive.

Mr. Isam shook his head and laughed at himself, then bent down and wanted to pick up the cigarette butt, but at this moment, he only felt a sudden pain in the back of his waist.

After that, there was another tearing pain twice in a row!

Mr. Isam's pupils opened instantly and he screamed, but he was strong and could barely hold on even if he was attacked. Mr. Isam waved his hand and swept it fiercely behind him...it seemed that he had caught something.

He clutched the back of his waist in pain and stood unsteadily. It was obvious that someone had stabbed the back of his waist with a knife, twice... At this moment, blood was pouring out.

At this time, Mr. Isam also saw who the person who attacked him was!

A man with a twisted and haggard expression, his face full of despair, fear, and panic, wearing patient clothes... he looked about twenty-five or six years old.

In his hand, he was holding a small knife, with bright red blood obviously on the blade.

"What do you want to do! Why are you attacking me!" Mr. Isam roared angrily at this man. The pain made him kneel on the ground, sweating profusely.

"I don't want to die...I don't want to die...I don't want to die..."

However, the patient young man seemed to be unable to hear Mr. Isam’s curse. He was just trembling, lowering his head and talking to himself, “I don’t want to die... I’m so young... why... why... why …”

"You guy..." Mr. Isam frowned in pain. At this time, he needed help from others. He needed to stop the bleeding. At the same time, he needed someone to stop this insane male patient. "Someone, come and help! Help!!"

puff!

Suddenly, the patient man lowered his head, holding a knife in both hands and rushed towards Mr. Isam again. This time, he stabbed Mr. Isam directly in the abdomen.

Mr. Isam's eyes widened, wide, wide.

The male patient's knife was drawn out, thrust in again, and pulled out again. There was a desperate and violent smile on his face, "Why me! Why me... Why did I get infected with AIDS, why! I don’t want to die...you all go to hell! Hahaha...hahahaha...hahahahahaha!! Die, die, die, die, die!!"

With tears in his eyes, he laughed, "Die, die, die!!"

Mr. Isam finally fell into a pool of blood. Someone screamed in the parking lot. Then several people rushed over and pushed the crazy male patient to the ground.

Isam just felt that his body was cold and his vision was a little blurry. He seemed to see Sharti who had just walked out at the entrance of the parking lot.

Charti covered her mouth, widened her eyes, and then ran towards him quickly... He then subconsciously looked at the child sitting on the bench.

He found that the child was still smiling strangely at him. Suddenly, Mr. Isam understood what that smile meant.

despair.

"Mr. Issam! Mr. Issam! Sir!! Help, someone...anyone, please help!"

Sharti rushed over, hugging Mr. Isam who was covered in blood, crying bitterly.

Isam's lips moved at this time, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't say a word, and he passed out directly.

…

The sky has turned completely black, and the parking lot looks cool. Lucifer is still sitting here alone, looking up at the stars in the sky, and he seems to be in a good mood.

Suddenly, Charti walked slowly over, holding the elbow of her left hand tightly with her right hand, and came to Lucifer.

Sharti's face turned pale, "The doctor said that Mr. Isam's heart had been stabbed many times... and treatment was ineffective."

"Oh, really?" Lucifer said calmly: "That's really a pity. He is obviously such a good person. He has an upright and kind heart. It's a pity, it's a pity. But the brilliance disappeared in front of his eyes. , it’s really enjoyable.”

Charti looked at Lucifer, her eyes never blinking, and her voice was low: "I heard that the murderer was an AIDS patient. He had been receiving treatment for a long time, but it had no effect. In the end, he became insane and had the idea of ​​​​revenge against society."

"Isn't this kind of thing very common? It's not a big deal." Lucifer shrugged.

"It's you, right..." Sharti suddenly asked.

Lucifer didn't speak, just looked up at Sharti.

As if a switch had been turned on, Charti rushed forward suddenly, grabbed the collar of Lucifer's clothes with both hands, and screamed: "It's you, isn't it! It's you, isn't it! It's you who harmed me Isn’t that right!! It’s you who caused it!! It’s you!!!”

The tight collar made the skin of Lucifer's neck shrink, but she still looked at Sharti expressionlessly and said indifferently: "I said, have you seen it with your own eyes."

"It's you!! When you were at the village clinic, you almost made the doctor collapse with your words... It's you!! You devil!!!"

"I am originally a devil." Lucifer sneered at this time: "Always have been, haven't you known that for a long time... Also, answer me, have you seen what I did with your own eyes?"

"Except you!!" Sharti screamed in pain.

"Except for me..." Lucifer said calmly: "That's right, except for me. Well, just think of me as the real murderer. Anyway, human beings have long been accustomed to setting themselves up. A goal, and then release all your sorrow, pain and anger? It just so happens that this object is me...a demon, which is really suitable, right. But..."

Lucifer suddenly narrowed his eyes and said jokingly: "Your God, do you allow you to do this...to vent your anger?"

Charlotte suddenly raised her hand.

Lucifer said calmly: "Oh, there is also violence, right?"

Charlotte's body trembled suddenly, her arms stiffened and trembled. She bit her lip, looked at Lucifer's childlike innocent but ruthless eyes, and suddenly fell to her knees on the ground.

"Tell me..." Charti grabbed Lucifer's collar again and buried her head in it, "Tell me... why! Why on earth... Mr. Isam is obviously... obviously such a good person. ……why why!"

"Who can... tell me!!"

"Who told you that good people will never die?" Lucifer told her in a low voice: "This is the human world, not the church where you have been staying with only the Holy Light and Maria... This is Reality."

Charlotte loosened her hands weakly and then collapsed on the ground.