Personality V: I will save everything

However, even the best chess players can make mistakes, let alone a player who is playing chess for the first time?

Carl miscalculated. He didn't expect that the gangsters were getting a little impatient, or the police as well.

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"I can't accept this!" Victor's friend at the police station, the "poet," said angrily to his colleagues, "He's only in his teens, he's still a child, what can you get out of him by interrogating him?!"

The "poet" was going crazy. He couldn't figure out what his colleagues and superiors were thinking?! How old was Victor?! You couldn't just interrogate him just because he was the only mailman who went in and out of the gang area?!

"This is an order from our superiors. The gangsters in the area have become more and more rampant." His colleague patted him on the shoulder and said, "I don't want to do that, but this child is our only clue to follow up."

Besides, even if the "poet" objected now, it was too late. His colleagues had already gone to Victor's house and were ready to arrest him.

But what was unexpected was that the gangsters were one step faster than the police. But think about it, this is true. If the gangsters were weaker than the police, the police would have arrested them long ago. Would it be necessary to go to so much trouble?

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"................" Victor looked at the tightly closed door in front of him. He knew that he was under house arrest. Although there was a bed and food in the room, and someone came to see him regularly every day, he just couldn't get out.

Under normal circumstances, Victor might think it was nothing and at most he would worry about how his mail delivery job was going.

But now it’s different. He was suddenly taken away from home. He hadn’t had time to write to Carl, and he hadn’t had time to tell Carl not to send him any more letters. If Carl’s letter appeared in the mailbox and was seen by gangsters or the police, Victor couldn’t imagine what Carl would go through.

Victor was so anxious that he was about to jump up. He kept banging on the door of the room, telling the people outside that he would not tell the police anything and asked them to let him out. But the more he did this, the more closely the gangsters watched him, trying to prevent him from escaping.

"Wow, wow, wow............" Victor was so anxious that he burst into tears. He began to regret why he had always responded to Karl's letters with silence. Even if he had made it clear in his reply, or directly told Karl not to write to him again, today's scene might not have happened.

Hearing the crying sounds coming from inside the room, the gangsters guarding outside thought that Victor was crying because he was scared. Although they felt a little sorry for him, they did not sympathize with him. After all, they were doing this kind of work, so how could they stop just because of a child crying?

"It's so noisy. A little kid like this will just cry at a time like this." A man complained to his companion next to him. He couldn't stand the crying of such a child the most. It was so noisy and annoying.

Seeing that his companion next to him did not react, he continued, "Hey, what do you think we should do with this kid when the time comes?"

This is indeed a problem now.

On the one hand, even if Victor had never peeked at the gang's letters, how could it be possible that people who frequently visited this area had never heard or seen any intelligence at all?

But on the other hand, apart from Victor, they really couldn't find a postman who would not peek at the envelope even if tempted by any money.

Victor can be said to be the best guy in their gang who passes on information, and he can also be said to be the only one. After all, the other guys sell out information every few days and then get eliminated.

Victor can be said to be the person who has persisted the longest here.

"Who knows, but what's the point of saying this now? This child will never leave here."

That's true. Even if the gangsters didn't kill Victor, there was no way they would let him leave here. He would only be able to roam back and forth in the gang area for the rest of his life, and be a courier forever.

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the other side,

After hearing the report from his colleague who returned empty-handed, the "poet" almost went crazy. He knew without a doubt that Victor must have been taken away by those gangsters.

He even wanted to rush into the gang area with a gun to rescue Victor, but of course, he was pinned to the ground by his colleagues.

"Don't go crazy. Although it's pitiful, we can't save that child."

The only way to save Victor is for the police to directly and forcefully fight the gang members, but this would result in too much loss of manpower and material resources. It is really not worth it just to save a child.

After all...Victor is just a low-level postman with no parents, no power, and no influence.

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On the other side, in the manor.

"Mom, what do you think I should do next?" Carl didn't expect that people on both sides were too impatient and completely unable to keep their composure, which completely disrupted his original plan.

Faced with this situation, he didn't know what to do, so he decided to ask his mother for help.

However, the owner of the manor told Carl not to be anxious and to finish the game of chess with him first.

Although Carl didn't understand what the manor owner meant, he still sat obediently opposite him and played the game of chess with him.

Halfway through the game, Carl couldn't help but ask again, what should he do in this situation?

To use the current chess game as an example, it is like Carl was originally attacking steadily, but the opponent suddenly cheated and messed up all the chess pieces.

"It's very simple, Carl, it's like when you encounter a dish you don't like on the table, what would you do?" I asked while continuing the chess game in my hand.

“Then don’t eat it.” Even when he grew up, Carl would secretly push the carrot in front of his brother.

"So what do you do if you come across a book you don't like?" I continued to ask and made a move on Carl.

"Then close the book and don't read it." Carl, whose chess piece was eaten by the owner of the manor, was not in a hurry because the outcome of the game in front of him was still undecided.

"Then............" I suddenly stretched out my hand and knocked away all the chess pieces on the uncertain chessboard in front of me, "What should you do in this situation?"

".............."L(?o?)"

Carl was obviously stunned by this sudden scene.

He looked up in the direction of the manor owner. He didn't understand why his mother suddenly did such a thing.

But when he saw the manor owner's expression, he knew how to answer.

"Swish!" Carl stood up from the chair and left without looking back.

Watching Carl leave silently, I said softly, "Good job."

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When Karl found Xie Bian and Fan Wujiu, they were drinking tea in the restaurant of the manor.

In fact, Carl guessed that the two of them were in the restaurant when he was outside in the corridor, not by feeling, but by smell.

Because they were the only two people in the manor who liked to drink that strange tea. Carl once took a sip and it was extremely bitter.

Moreover, the smell of this tea is very strong. Usually when the two of them are drinking tea in the restaurant, they can also smell the scent of the tea in the corridor outside. Although it smells good, Carl really doesn't like this kind of tea.

When Xie Bian and Fan Wujiu saw Karl coming, they stood up from their chairs as usual and bowed deeply to Karl.

"Uncle Xie Bian, Uncle Fan Wujiu, I have a very important matter that I want to ask for your help!" Karl frowned and said seriously. However, he soon realized that this way of expression might not be appropriate, so he quickly changed his words: "No, no, I am giving orders as the Lord of Death now - follow me immediately, we are going to start working!"

Hearing this, Fan Wujiu and Xie Bian looked at each other with a hint of surprise in their eyes, but then they nodded in understanding and knelt on one knee. This scene was not unfamiliar to them, because they had seen similar scenes in the manor's library. It was said that in Karl's country, this action was called a knight's etiquette, and usually only subordinates would make such a respectful gesture when facing their superiors.

At this moment, Fan Wujiu and Xie Bian knelt side by side, their expressions solemn and dignified. They responded in unison: "We will obey your will!" Their voices were loud and firm, as if they were declaring to the world their absolute loyalty and obedience to the young master of death.

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Along the way, Karl explained the whole story to Fan Wujiu and Xie Bian.

Uh...actually, there seems to be no need to explain, because everyone in the manor knows about Karl and Victor, which of course includes Xie Bian and Fan Wujiu.

But someone here must want to ask, didn't everyone agree that they would not help Carl? That's natural, but this only means that they will not help Carl find a solution, but it doesn't mean that they won't help Carl.

What’s more, Xie Bian and Fan Wujiu...they were originally “tools” in Karl’s hands.

"Okay, so what should we do?" Fan Wujiu rubbed his hands, eager to try, "Kill everyone in there, except your little friend?"

"Wujiu..." Xie Bian was about to blame Fan Wujiu for not being so bloodthirsty, but was interrupted by Karl.

"No, if I just kill blindly, that would be wrong. That is not the responsibility my mother gave me." Yes, the owner of the manor gave his children different abilities, corresponding to their corresponding responsibilities.

Just like,

Jack represents courage and joy. Because he is brave enough, he can resist the fate. Because he has a happy family, he can feel happy.

Another example,

Andrew represents abundance and comfort. Only when you have a rich life and food can you give rise to a comfortable emotion.

"And I represent judgment and killing, because only after judgment can we kill the sins and uncleanness. Don't get my responsibilities wrong."

"I know, I know, I'm really sorry." Fan Wujiu also realized that he had just said the wrong thing.

"We will carry out the judgment, judge and kill all those evildoers." Xie Bian continued.

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“Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!” The entire gang was screaming.

Originally, there was just a child who looked very young. The child looked weak and frail, holding a book in his hand.

Originally, people didn't take him seriously. There were even a few evil-minded guys who thought the kid looked good and wanted to drag him into the house to play with him.

But what the child said next sent a chill down their spines.

He pointed at one of them and said.

"You killed your first person when you were 25. After that, you killed two adults and a child. You also raped three women, one of whom was a young girl. You deserve to die."

What surprised everyone present was not that the child could say these words calmly, but that the child accurately stated the crimes they had committed. If that was the case, then he could not be kept.

A guy who was quick to react was about to take out his pistol and shoot the kid, but he didn't expect that...

The man who had just been pointed out by the child and whose crimes had been read out felt like something had pierced his chest, and blood was gushing out. No, it should be said that it was like a broken water pipe.

It was obvious that the child was so close to the guy, and the guy's blood was spraying straight onto the child, but the blood seemed to have hit some barrier and stopped in front of the child. Everyone present was more or less stained with that guy's blood, except the child.

But it didn't stop there, as if it was just the beginning, and then the child pointed at another person.

"You have sold contraband and illegally traded weapons, which resulted in the deaths of 17 people and serious injuries to 25 people. You deserve to die."

All this has not stopped yet, it has not stopped yet, and more and more people's crimes have been revealed by that child.

"You kidnapped 23 women and children and demanded ransom from their families, but none of them returned home. You deserve to die."

"You, illegally traded children, causing 31 children to never find a home. You, deserve to die."

"You, illegally fighting, caused three deaths and 3 injuries. You, deserve to die."

"you,..........."

This went on and on, more and more people's crimes were exposed, and they received the trials and killings they deserved, until Carl stopped in front of a young man.

The guy's legs were so weak from fear that his instinct told him to escape from here, but his legs seemed to be out of control.

Sure enough, the child pointed his finger at him, and he already felt that death was waving at him.

No, that's not right. That child is the Grim Reaper.

"You..." Karl paused for a rare moment, then said, "You had a violent father. You and your mother had been enduring it until your father beat your mother to death with a beer bottle. You stabbed his throat with the broken beer bottle, and you came here with nowhere else to go."

The child accurately described what happened to him. The young man was more relieved than surprised. He never regretted killing the beast. Even if it happened again, he would do the same thing again.

"Since coming here, you have only extorted protection money a few times and have never harmed anyone's life, so..."

Carl slowly lowered the hand that was pointing at him.

"You...are innocent. Go away, leave here."

The word "survived a disaster" came to this young man. He covered his chest and gasped for breath. The feeling of having just brushed shoulders with death really put a lot of pressure on his heart.

but........

leave here?

Where else can I go?