Chapter 926: Impermanence


Chapter 926 Impermanence
The first aid of the old man was very smooth, and in the village, the high fever of Mr. Isam’s child has also retreated.
This is a gratifying news.
However, because of the relationship between drugs, the old man has not yet woken up. However, Charle’s look is no longer tight, apparently putting down the big stone.
"Charles, if there is nothing, I will go back first." Mr. Isam went to the ward at this time. "When is the time to leave the hospital, I will pick her up again."
"Fortunately for you, Mr. Isam." Charlie grateful.
Mr. Isam smiled heartily at this time: "Hands over... Yes, about the cost, if there is any difficulty, please tell me, I will go back and give you a solution."
Shirley smiled and smiled: "There is no need to worry about the cost. I have already contacted the church here. The reason for this is that the cathedral pays for the treatment."
"Oh... that's great." Mr. Isam nodded and said: "It seems that there is still a belief."
Sharon smiled and said: "If the mutual help between people disappears, we probably have already disappeared."
"This is also true." Mr. Isam nodded.
Charl stood up and put his palm on Mr. Isam's forehead and gave him some blessings - this is certainly not the blessing of Baki, but a simple ritual.
Or, it is a blessing in the heart.
Before leaving, Mr. Isam suddenly said: "Yes, the child is still outside... Need me to bring her back? I think this child is a little weird, do you want to take care of it for a few days?"
Sharon said: "The child can't leave me too far away... It's okay, I will wait to find her."
Mr. Issam did not know the true meaning of this inability to leave too far. He thought that it would be awkward for the child to see no one. The child would have been awkward... at the village clinic.
"Well, if there is anything you need, call me." Mr. Isam nodded. "I will follow you."
A very good person.
Sharon looked at the back of Uncle Isam, and thought of it in silence.
Good people, they will get good news... The old man always said this.
......
The hospital is not allowed to smoke, but it is obvious that Mr. Isam is a person with smoking habits, so he left the lobby and came to the parking lot outside. Mr. Isam smoked a cigarette.
The smoke was spit out long, and Mr. Isam looked at the sky... When he returned to the village, it should be very late. The child's condition has turned better, and the old man is back. Mr. Isam suddenly feels extremely satisfied.
He suddenly wanted to eat the soup made by his wife.
He walked towards the parking place, but before he took a few steps, Mr. Isam saw Lucifer, who was sitting on a bench in the parking lot.
This child seems to be sitting here from the beginning without moving?
Mr. Issam frowned and went to the child subconsciously. He listened to what the child said when he was at the village clinic. He always felt that this was not like a little girl could say... so cool, Then people are forced into the desperate situation of thinking.
Suddenly, Lucifer, who was sitting, slowly raised his head... The half-raised little head, just able to see his eyes, and a strange smile on his face.
Mr. Issam suddenly had a glimpse of his heart, and suddenly there was a feeling of creepy hair... The child should have a naive smile, but it seemed so terrible in this child.
"What the is this kid..."
He even had to make a chill, his hand trembled, and the cigarette on his finger was accidentally dropped on the ground... Mr. Isam returned, and he was actually scared by such a small child. Arrived.
Mr. Issam shook his head, sneered at himself, then bent down and tried to pick up the cigarette butt, but at this moment, he only felt a tingling suddenly behind his waist.
After a while, it is another time - the pain of two consecutive tears!
Mr. Isam’s pupil opened instantly and screamed, but he was physically strong and even if he was attacked, he could barely support it. Mr. Issam waved his hand and swept away behind him... It seemed to have swept away.
After he painfully licked his waist, some of his feet stood unsteadily—his waist was obviously pierced with a knife, and he still had two knives... At this moment, blood was straight.
And Mr. Isam also saw who the attacker was!
A look distorted, awkward, full of despair, fear, panic, a man wearing a patient's clothes... about twenty-five years old.
On his hand, he took a small knife at this time - there was a bright red blood on the blade.
"What do you want to do! Why attack me!" Mr. Isam sent an angry roar to the man, and the pain caused him to fall to the ground and sweat.
"I don't want to die... I don't want to die... I don't want to die..."
However, this young patient seems to be unable to hear Mr. Isaam’s roar. At this time, he is only squatting and bowing his head to himself. "I don't want to die... I am so young... Why... Why... Why? ......"
"You guy..." Mr. Isam frowned in pain. At this time he needed help from others. He needed to stop bleeding. He needed someone to stop the mentally ill male patient. "Who, help!" Help!!"
puff--!
Suddenly, the patient, the man, suddenly lowered his head, holding a knife in his hands and rushing toward Mr. Isam again - this time, directly into Mr. Issam's abdomen.
Mr. Isam’s eyes are enormous, great, and great.
The male patient's knife was pulled out at once, and he slammed in and suddenly pulled out again - his face had a sneer of despair and riots. "Why me! Why is it... Why do I have to get AIDS? Why! I don't want to die... you are going to die! Hahaha... Hahahaha... Hahahahahaha!! Let's die, die, die, die!!"
He kept tears and laughed. "Death, die, die!!"
Mr. Isam eventually fell into a pool of blood, and there was a scream in the parking lot at the moment, and then several people rushed over and pressed the mad male patient to the ground.
Issam now only feels that his body is very cold, his vision is a bit fuzzy, and he seems to have seen the Chardonnay who just came out at the entrance to the parking lot.
Shire grabbed his mouth, widened his eyes, and then quickly ran towards himself... He looked subconsciously toward the child sitting on the bench.
He found that the child still showed a strange smile to him. Suddenly, Mr. Isam understood what this smile meant.
despair.
"Mr. Issam! Mr. Issam! Sir!! Help, man... Anyone, help!"
Shirley rushed over, holding Mr. Isam, full of blood, crying.
At the moment, Isham moved his lips and seemed to want to say something, but in the end he could not say a word, and the person directly passed out.
......
The sky has turned completely black, and the parking lot looks cool. Lu Sifei is still sitting alone here, looking up at the stars in the sky, and the mood seems to be good.
Suddenly, Charles turned slowly, her right hand gripped the elbow of her left hand and came to Lucifer.
Sharon’s face was pale.
The doctor said that Mr. Isam’s heart has a lot of knives... the treatment is invalid.

"Oh, is it?" Lucifer said indifferently: "That's a pity. It's such a good person. It's a good heart and a good heart. It's a pity, but it's a pity. But the moment that the glory disappeared in front of me." It is really enjoyable."
Shirley looked at Lucifer, his eyes were never stunned, and his voice was low: "The murderer has heard that he is an AIDS patient. He has been treated for a long time, but it has no effect. Eventually, his mental disorder has produced an idea of ​​revenge on society."
"Is this kind of thing not very common? It is no big deal." Lucifer shrugged.
"Is it right?" Shirley suddenly asked.
Lucifer did not speak, just looked up at Charles.
At this time, Sharjah seemed to be opened with a switch, suddenly rushed up, grabbed Lucifer’s clothes and neckline with both hands, and screamed:
Is it right? You are right! It’s your fault. Right?! It is yours!! It is you!!!!"
Tightly collar, let Lucifer's neck skin shrink, but she still looked at Sharon with a blank expression, indifferent: "I said, have you seen it with your own eyes?"
"It's you!! At the village clinic, you almost let the doctor collapse with the language... It's you!! You devil!!!"
"I was a demon." Lucifer said with a sneer at this moment: "It’s always been, haven’t you already known... and, answer me, did you see what I did?

"Except you!!" Charles screamed bitterly.
"Except me..." Lucifer said indifferently: "Yes, except me. Well, think of me as a real murderer. Anyway, humans are not used to erecting themselves." A goal, then release all your sorrow and pain and anger? Just this object is me... a demon, it is too suitable, right. But..."
Lucifer suddenly narrowed his eyes and joked: "Your God, allow you to do this... anger."
Shirley suddenly raised his hand.
Lucifer said in a light way: "Oh, is there violence?"
Shar's body trembled, his arms stiffened and groaned. She bit her lip and looked at Lucifer's childlike innocent but ruthless gaze, and suddenly fell to the ground.
"Tell me..." Charlie once again grabbed Lucifer's collar and buried his head. "Tell me... Why! Why is it... Mr. Isam is obviously... obviously a good person. ……why why!"
"Who can... tell me!!"
"Who told you that a good person will not die." Lucifer told her in a low voice: "This is the world of mankind, not the church where you have been staying, only the Light and Maria... This is reality."
Shirley loosened his hands weakly and then sat down on the ground.
(End of this chapter)
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