Chapter 931:

Henry said, "Dear Frankenstein, when I cry in pain," Are you always unhappy? My dear friend, what happened? "
I motioned for him to take this letter, but I walked around the room in the most exciting atmosphere. When Kleval read my unfortunate account, tears welled up from his eyes.
He said: "I can't comfort you, my friend." "Your disaster is irreparable. What are you going to do?"
"Go to Geneva at once: Henry, come with me to order horses."
As we walk, try to say some comforting words. He can only express his heartfelt sympathy. "Poor William!" He said, "Dear boy, he is sleeping with Angel Mama now! The man who has seen him bright and happy in his youthful beauty must cry for his premature loss! Die so miserably; feel the mastery of the murderer! How many murdered people can destroy the innocent innocence! Poor little guy! Our only comfort; his friends mourned and cried, but he rested. The pain is over His pain is over forever. The turf hides his gentle posture, and he does not hurt. He can no longer be a pitiful object. We must keep it to his tragic survivors."
When we hurried across the street, say so. These words impressed me, and then I thought of them very much. But now, as soon as the horses arrive, I hurried to catch the cabriolet and bid farewell to my friend.
My journey is very melancholic. At first I wanted to hurry up because I was eager to comfort and sympathize with my beloved and sad friends. But when I got near my hometown, my progress slowed down. I can hardly bear the many feelings that have poured into my heart. I experienced scenes familiar to me when I was young, but I have never seen it in the past six years. During that time, everything has changed so much! A sudden and bleak change occurred. But a thousand small environments may play a role in other changes to a certain extent. Although these changes are relatively quiet, the decisive role is not so small. Fear conquered me; I dared not move forward, fearing a thousand nameless evils that made me tremble, even though I could not define them.
I stayed in Lausanne for two days with this painful mood. I thought of the lake: the water is calm. The surroundings are calm; the "natural palace" of the snow-capped mountains has not changed. The calm and heavenly scene restored me to a certain extent, and I continued my journey to Geneva.
This road ran by the lake, and as I approached my hometown, the lake became narrower and narrower. I discovered the black face of the Jura and the summit of Mont Blanc more clearly. I cry like a child. "Dear mountain! My own beautiful lake! How do you welcome your wanderers? Your mountain top is clear; the sky and the lake are blue and calm. Is this a sign of peace or a mockery of my misfortune?"
My friend, I am worried that I will be addicted to these preliminary situations and become boring; but they are relatively happy days, and I am happy to think of them. My motherland, my beloved! Apart from the locals, who can tell me how I appreciate your streams, mountains, and most importantly the joy brought by your beautiful lake!
However, when I got closer to home, sadness and fear overcame me again. The night was also closed; when I could barely see the dark mountains, I felt even more depressed. The picture shows a vast and dark scene of evil, and I vaguely foresee that I am destined to become the most painful human being. Alas! I truly prophesied, and only failed in one situation, that is, of all the pain I imagined and feared, I did not expect one-hundredth of the pain I should have endured.
When I arrived around Geneva, it was already dark. The gates of the town were closed; I had to spend the night in Sécheron, a village half an alliance from the city. The sky is calm. Unable to rest, I decided to visit the place where my poor William was murdered. Since I could not pass through the town, I had to take a boat across the lake to reach it. During this short voyage, I saw the most beautiful figures gleaming on the top of Mont Blanc. The storm seemed to be approaching, and when it landed, I boarded a low hill to observe its progress. It has progressed; heaven is overcast with clouds, and I soon felt the rain slowly fall in the form of large drops, but the rain has increased rapidly.
I left my seat and moved on, despite the darkness and storm increasing every minute, the thunder burst and the top of my head fell violently. The Salvi, Jurassic and Savoy Alps also echoed it. The bright lightning dazzled my eyes, illuminating the lake, making it look like a fire. Then for a moment, everything looked like pitch black darkness, until the eyes recovered from the flash in front. Storms are not uncommon throughout Switzerland, just as they often happen in Switzerland. The most violent storm was hanging just north of the town, on the lake between the cape and the village. Another storm made Jura drowsy. Another dim place sometimes shows the peaks of the lake east.
When I watched the storm, it was so beautiful and awesome, but I hurried by. This lofty war in the sky lifted my spirits. I clenched my hands and shouted loudly: "William, dear angel! This is your funeral, this is your mourning!" When I said these words, I saw a figure in the dim scene. It was stolen from behind a bush nearby. I stood still, staring intently: I can't make a mistake. A flash of lightning illuminates the object, and it is obvious to me that it has its shape. Its huge body, its deformity is more terrifying than humans, and immediately told me that this is the ugly, dirty demon I gave life to. What is he doing there? Will he be the murderer of my brother? I shudder at this? This idea quickly surpassed my imagination, but I am convinced of its authenticity. My teeth are endless, and I have to lean against the tree for support. The figure passed quickly, and I was lost in the gloom. Nothing in human form can destroy this beautiful child. He is the murderer! I have no doubt. The existence of this idea is an irresistible proof of fact. I thought of hunting down the devil. But this was in vain, but another discovery made me find him hanging in a rock that rises almost vertically in Monte Salef, a mountain that surrounds the southern plains. He quickly reached the top of the mountain and disappeared.
I am still motionless. The thunder stopped. But the rain continued, and the scene was shrouded in impenetrable darkness. I have been thinking about the events that I have always wanted to forget until now: the whole process of my progress towards creation; the way my own work is by the bed; its departure. It has been almost two years since the night he was given his life. Is this one of his crimes? Alas! I have become a fallen worm and become a man of the world. His joy lies in slaughter and pain. Didn't he kill my brother?
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