man in suit

There is only a dilapidated sofa and a few stools in the shabby old house, and there is not even a place where people can sit properly. A few people who are used to living in a good place would rather stand than sit down.

"I don't have anything here, nothing good to entertain you." The gray-haired man looked at He Hongxue and his suits that didn't fit in with the surroundings. He was probably a little nervous. He spoke intermittently, but he was neither deaf nor dumb and could speak "You, are you here to find Tyrell?"

He Wenhan asked, "Do you know Tyrell?"

"Usually no one would come to this place, and your clothes don't look like people here. Except for Tyrell, there is no reason for you to come to such a place that has long been abandoned." The gray-haired man looked at the deaf-mute huddled in the corner, with a hint of sadness in his eyes, and said, "He and I are the gravekeepers here. Many years ago, we were teachers in the orphanage."

"He too?" Zheng Bo looked at the deaf-mute man huddled in the corner, and asked in a deep voice, "I just saw that his tongue was artificially cut off."

"We are the ones who survived the fire. When I found him, his tongue had been cut off, and he was crazy." The gravekeeper looked very sad, "When I die, there will be no People can take care of him, the teachers in the orphanage, only me and him survived."

"Terrell has a sister, where is she?" He Hongxue asked in a deep voice, he was not interested in listening to this gravekeeper remembering the past.

The gravekeeper shook his head: "He is an orphan, no..."

Pointing a gun at the head of the grave guard, He Wenhan said jokingly: "If I amputate your legs here, do you think you will die of blood loss, or die of illness, or die of starvation here?"

Ming Chen stood quietly on the side, looking like an outsider, it would be even better if someone could give him a clean chair.

"I'm just, just a gravekeeper..."

"Terrell is dead. It's no secret that he has a sister. If you don't tell us now, other people will come over soon. If you don't say it's dead now, even if we leave, the next wave of people will come." I won't let you off easily." He Hongxue was a man who could speak very well, and after a few words, the tomb guard's face already had a shaken expression.

Ming Chen looked at the tomb keeper like everyone else, just watching quietly, as if everything here had nothing to do with him.

If Tyrael died, would everyone betray him and forget the vows they had made.

Like a walnut stuck in his throat, the gravekeeper opened his mouth and hesitated for a long time before carefully asking in a low voice: "Is Tyrael really dead?"

"He was suspected of murder, and has been secretly executed by the district government." He Hongxue lied as soon as he opened his mouth. The key point was that this person didn't blush when he told the lie, and his seriousness was particularly convincing.

"...he's still dead." The tomb keeper said this in a complicated way. Once someone pushes down the first brick of the treacherous city wall, no matter how small a gap is, it will trigger a chain effect. Mingchen can see that the cemetery keeper Already started to waver.

"Terrell does have a sister, but after the fire, no one saw Tyrell and his sister again." The cemetery guard showed sadness in his eyes, "What a pair of hard-fated siblings."

He Wenhan said impatiently: "Get out of here first, I don't want to stand in such a cold and smelly place forever." He winked at the bodyguard next to him, "Take him away."

"Wait, wait a minute!" the gravekeeper said quickly.

"If I say I won't kill you, I won't kill you. What are you afraid of?"

"And him!" The gravekeeper didn't want to leave the deaf-mute old man here alone.

He Wenhan clicked his tongue in disgust, and He Hongxue still asked people to take the two old people back to their residences. Just like what He Hongxue said, besides them, there were other people looking for Tyrell. Much safer outside.

After returning, He Hongxue kindly gave the two old people a hot meal. Looking at the two old people's emaciated appearance, let alone eating well, it was probably difficult for them to even eat enough.

"May I ask, why did you stay to be gravekeepers?"

The tomb guard who was eating with his head down raised his head when he heard the sound. At the very beginning, the grave guard saw Mingchen, but this elegant and gentle man had been standing quietly by the side without speaking. He looks very gentle, and his voice is very pleasant, reminding him of the passionate cocoa he once tasted.

"Since Tyrell is dead, I can say these words now. It was Tyrell who ordered me to stay as the gravekeeper. If I leave the ruins of the orphanage, he will kill me himself." The cemetery man looked at the deaf-mute man who was buried in his food pitifully, his cloudy and old eyes flashed with memories of the past, and his voice was hoarse like a radio that was about to be scrapped.

"The only teachers in the orphanage are me and him. The others died in that fire. It was Tyrell's revenge on this place. He hates this place and all the people here."

In this small building with strict guards and bulletproof glass in District No.12, after decades of holding back, the gravekeeper finally told the past that had been buried for decades after Tyrell left this world. come out.

It is one thing to experience it yourself, but it is another thing to listen to others tell about your past. It is impossible for Tyrell to hear every word spoken by the grave guard at this moment.

"Tyrell's mother gave birth to him and his sister in prison. They are twins, but no one knows who their father is. After all, it is a prison, a dirty and chaotic place." Eat When he was full and drunk, the gravekeeper looked like an old man who had really entered his twilight years, and began to ramble about the past.

Fortunately, with Tyrell's bloody past, if it were any other cat or dog, no one here would want to listen to the ramblings of a grave keeper in his twilight years.

"After the mother died of illness in the prison, they were sent to the orphanage. This is the [-]th district. Even if the government built an orphanage here to take in batches of orphans, this is also the [-]th district." People keep repeating the concept of District [-], and any evil things are commonplace here.

"Tyrell's twin sister protected her brother with all her might in the orphanage," muttered the gravekeeper. "It's a sin to be beautiful."

He Hongxue: "Is there a church in the orphanage?"

This question was still a clue that Ming Chen found from the photos of the ruins last night.

The gravekeeper nodded, and looked at He Hongxue with a surprised look, as if he was surprised that this man knew that there was a church in the orphanage that had been burned down for decades.

"I treated his sister, that poor child..." the gravekeeper sighed sadly, "maybe that's why he killed other people but didn't kill me. Tyrell's sister always prayed to God in the church Bless you, she is a simple and kind little girl, but God did not hear her prayer."

"Compared to his sister who is always cheerful and lively, Tyrell has always been a very quiet child. Even if he was beaten by other children, he never made a sound." Old Gully, the cemetery keeper recalled the past and continued, "Death is very common in the [-]th district. In the beginning, children missing in the orphanage did not attract much attention. Some of the missing children were found. In the lake, some fell from high walls..."

"Did Tyrell kill it?" Zheng Bo asked.

"I don't know, no one knows what happened at that time, but those children have bullied Tyrell without exception, just a few children, no one in the orphanage will care, there are so many orphans here, until Later, some teachers began to disappear..." The cemetery keeper trembled his wrinkled lips, "Praying to God will not save you, only you can be yourself."

"There are more and more people missing in the orphanage, and everyone is panicking. No one knows who the murderer is, and no one suspects Tyrell. The child looks quiet and timid," the gravekeeper suddenly opened his eyes. Eyes widened, voice trembling, "He lied to all of us."

By the time the people in the orphanage noticed it was too late, Tyrell was always able to subdue the opponent first, the orphanage was gone, and this place, which could be called a childhood nightmare, was completely burned down by a fire. It was the scream of being dragged into hell, and the gravekeeper will never forget the fire that made the sky red.

There is no evidence that Tyrell destroyed the orphanage, but only that man could have done such a cruel thing.

"It's impossible for a child to become so powerful on his own. Did anyone else come into contact with Tyrell at that time, maybe he was older than Tyrell." He Hongxue asked.

The cemetery keeper shook his head: "At that time, there was only the teacher in the orphanage, but all of them died in the fire except the two of us. But at that time, children would often sneak out to play, and once Tyrell didn't return them all night. Got beaten up."

Frowning laboriously, the gravekeeper said: "At that time, the place next to the orphanage, near the forest, was surrounded. There were people hunting there. Those people didn't look like people from the [-]th district. We civilians from the [-]th district They were not allowed to go there at all.”

Mingchen listened quietly, his eyes occasionally falling on the deaf-mute old man next to the grave guard.