Vol 8 Chapter 60: Elegy of the Coast

"Comstock is a real scum. You are my daughter, Anna, my Anna." Booker gently stroked the scar on the back of his right hand, "Anna DeWitt, this is yours. name."
　　 "No, I don't understand."
"But you already understand, you understand better than everyone of us. If you really don’t know, then I’ll explain it again. Next, my daughter, I can’t guarantee that it’s the truth. What I’m saying is My experience, but my Anna is not you."
　　"..."
"I still remember that in 1892, my Anna was born that year. I ran a detective agency and rented a one-bedroom cottage, which was both my studio and our home. At that time you were in the bedroom. Here, I will put you in the crib. You are wrapped in cloth, and your body is small, and your eyes are the same as you are now. The sea blue is very beautiful. It looks like your mother."
　　 "My mother, where is she?"
"She died in childbirth and I was about to collapse. Everything is deserved, isn't it? Of course not, but I just like to put all of my sins on myself. In fact, I am not a responsible person. I deceived with rhetoric. I missed your mother, and then quickly enlarged her belly. Your mother is an unseen country girl, but she is beautiful and very nice. I am a scum, a criminal, and reality makes me very Pain, but this pain was taken on my own initiative. Because of this, I felt that I was alive and that I was not dead in the past.
"Comstock, he is different from me. He surrendered in the face of pain. He chose to let God forgive his sins. It was no longer me who came out of that river. This is our difference. Maybe in countless others. In the parallel world, there are always two mes, one named Booker and the other named Comstock.
"It stands to reason that I should continue to indulge in pain, drink and gamble all day, and spend all the money I earn. Then you will face a miserable childhood. An alcoholic gambler father will not let you live well. , You will become an unloved wild girl. But, someone bought you from me.
"That person is not Comstock, so you are not my daughter. Of course you are Anna DeWitt, but not my Anna. My Anna was bought by a man named Lu Zongping, and he gave A large sum of money for me, enough to make me the richest man in the United States. I used the money to move to New York, invest in business, donate to charity, and finally live out something like a person, but I have, never been able to let go. This is me Unlike him, you already know that I am a nostalgic person.
"I must find Anna. On that day, Sister Lutes found me, and they said they could help me find you. So I was taken to Colombia, and now I understand that the time and space where I am is not the original one. You are The child Comstock bought from another Booker. But you are also my child. Anna, can you forgive me? If you can forgive me..."
try{mad1('gad2');}catch(ex){}　　 "No." Elizabeth replied in a low voice, her mouth pursed, as if thinking about a major proposition, she just said, "No, I won't forgive you Any of them."
　　 Booker let out a long sigh, "This is excusable."
　　Comstock laughed with satisfaction, "Fate is always impartial."
　　 The atmosphere in the room fell into a weird and embarrassing silence, and the three of them did not have any fierce exchanges of words.
　　 At this time, the strange pair of men and women appeared. They stood behind the door as if they were always here.
　　 Rosalie Lutus: "It seems that they already understand."
　　Robert Lutes: "No, I don't fully understand."
　　Female: "It is always good to understand."
　　Male: "Understanding will bring pain."
　　Female: "You want to say that war is peace, freedom is slavery. Ignorance is power."
　　Male: "Yes, George Orwell."
　　Female: "But George is a stupid person. It's better to understand."
　　 M: "Understood, the story is about to end."
　　Female: "Is it over? Still haven't started yet?"
　　 Booker and the three stared at them.
　　Comstock: "Lutes, do you still believe in God?"
　　 "It's been a long time, Comstock." Sister Lutes said in unison, "Since you murdered us, today's situation has been determined."
　　 Booker asked: "Are you here for revenge?"
　　 Female Lutes: "No, on the contrary, we are here to save."
　　 Male Lutes: "Save the girl, she is always innocent, isn't she?"
　　 Elizabeth: "Am I Anna or Elizabeth? Why can I see the crack?"
　　 Lutes: "The truth is not important to you. What matters is not who you were in the past, but what you will do in the future."
　　Female: "We will be waiting for you."
　　Male: "As an eternal observer."
　　 They disappeared, coming and going without a trace. When Moses saw the burning thorns, he must have been as confused as Booker.
　　 He looked at Elizabeth, a mysterious girl like the sea, "Anna, let's go."
　　 "Where are we going?"
　　 "Let the secrets of the past pass, and we still have a life to live. I swear, I will make up for you."
　　 "You don't owe me anything, you are just an accident in my life."
　　 "Anna!"
　　 Elizabeth shook her head, "Let me be alone, you go to live, if we still need to meet, I will come to you again."
try{mad1('gad2');}catch(ex){}　　 "Is that it? The result of my hard work, is it just like this? Anna, I beg you not to abandon me like this."
　　 "Just like you abandoned me in the first place?"
　　 "That's not me!"
　　 "But he is also called Booker DeWitt. Forgive me, I can't live with one..." The badge with the bird pattern on Elizabeth's chest was shining.
At this moment, across the thick wall, the three people in the room suddenly heard a dull explosion, like a muffled thunder flying across the sky, in the rumbling atmosphere, the statue of the lamb on the memorial island was blown up and the siphon device was blown up. Broken, nothing can limit Elizabeth's ability.
It was at this moment that the exhausted and sad Booker DeWitt realized that the girl in front of him had really come out of the cage. From today onwards, the heavy and solid past like a tower will no longer bother her, nothing can be done. Trapped Asuka, it is true. Elizabeth has become a beyond time and space. UU reading www.uukanshu. com
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　　 Seven days later, Zachary Comstock, the former Colombian political leader, was tried by the Commune Court. He was sentenced to death and deprived of personal property and political rights for life. His hanging was executed on the same day. Later, the body was hung for three days. People from the commune came and went and gave some irrelevant suggestions to the white-haired, thick-bearded stick.
　　 "He looks like a mouse."
　　 "No, maybe it's dandelion."
　　 "You can't just say that he is like a dandelion or more like a mouse because he is white."
　　 "Did the prophet anticipate his death?"
"there must be."
　　 "Look at his face, death is really ugly."
　　 "Yes, the prophet will die too."
That day, Elizabeth was standing on the shore of a lighthouse in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, looking down at the nightingale on the reef beach. He was dying, and the injury to his severed arm caused him to bleed heavily. The closure of Fink Industry left him without a warranty, great biochemistry The monster Nightingale is dying.
　　 Elizabeth was standing here, the wind was blowing from the ocean, and the nightingale's oil-green eyes stared at her fluttering skirt, and finally after making the last melancholy cry, he turned over and plunged into the sea, and his heavy body fell towards the bottom of the sea.
　　 The woman on the sea uttered a sad song to bid farewell to her only friend in childhood.
　　Everything is dying in the sea, and sound cannot penetrate the thick water body. Death and darkness are no exception. On the deepest seabed, a brightly lit city comes with faint singing.
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