[Comprehensive Classics] Killing the Classics

The mother uttered another painful sob on the bed. No one can deprive a mother of the right to mourn the death of her newborn son.But I am afraid that this noble lady also knows that even if the illegitimate child survives, how should they explain it to others?As celebrities in society, they should not accept any censure and questioning.There was genuine sadness in her cries at the moment, but rejoicing was also inevitable.

Still, it's easy enough to arouse maternal love in a first-time mother who's about to lose her child forever.And a woman who is full of maternal love will do all crazy things for her children, even if the price is that she is about to face public opinion and condemnation from the society.At the time of life and death, the most important thing Anya has to do is how to save her own life first, instead of thinking about how to complete her task.

M. de Villefort's hand covered the baby's weak body, and Anja also felt the heavy pressure on her chest.She struggled hard, and hope was ignited in her heart.How ruthless M. de Villefort is now can be seen from the original work; but Madame Danglars, who is still Madame Negoni at the moment, is different...

"Gerard?" Madam Negoni noticed the unusual hesitation of M. Villefort, who had always acted decisively, and couldn't help feeling uneasy. "What's the matter with you, Villefort?"

"Nothing," said M. de Villefort calmly.The firmness in his tone shocked Anya, and Mr. Villefort's actions immediately proved his cold-blooded heart - he did not give first aid to the dying baby, let alone put his hands on his weak throat.He just picked up the small body and put it in the jewelry box.

Anya's heart skipped a beat, and her eyes suddenly opened.The baby's vision still prevented her from seeing what was going on in front of her, but she could recognize the direction of M. de Villefort by the voice.

Even M. de Villefort couldn't help trembling violently when he was stared at by those deep blue eyes that saw through everything like an abyss, but had the pure eyes of a baby.He had sent countless people to prison or to the gallows, including the innocent and the most heinous, but... it was indeed the first time that he took the life of a baby, or his own child, with his own hands.

Madame Negoni noticed something, and called out again anxiously: "Mr. Villefort?"

Villefort shuddered again.He remembered that the woman behind him was his wife's best friend, a widow who lived alone, and he even had a daughter.Thinking of all the efforts and sacrifices he had made for his own career by abandoning the surname given by his father, Prosecutor Villefort no longer hesitated. He closed the box with a snap and found a lock to lock it.He walked around the room for a while, put on his cloak, and went out with the suitcase under his arm.

Because the house was rented to Mrs. Negoni, a gardener would come to tidy up the garden every once in a while.Villefort successfully found a shovel at the stairs, but Anya's heart felt colder and colder with the movement of the outside world.Even if she didn't seek medical attention immediately, her heart and lung function was not so weak that she couldn't breathe.But right now, the air in the box is getting less and less. Reminiscent of Bertuccio's description of the baby when he picked up the baby in the original book... She is likely to be suffocated to death before the future butler of the Count of Monte Cristo arrives!

Thin oxygen and the baby's brain limited her thinking, and Anya's breathing became weaker and weaker.She opened her eyes, but her consciousness was silent in the darkness...

A few minutes later, a man jumped out of the bushes, and stabbed a knife into the chest of M. de Villefort, who was trampling down the pit where the box was buried.He dug out the box and destroyed all traces, and ran quickly to the river.

The man sat down on the embankment and picked the lock of the box with a knife.He found that there was no gold or silver treasure in the box, but a newborn baby wrapped in gauze.

He gave first aid to the baby.Not long after, the baby came back to life.

It's just... the ignorant and weak soul that woke up was not Anya.

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It is difficult for Anya to describe where she is now, although she is not interested in describing it.When her consciousness reconnected with the outside world, she was already here.

The world was filled with white mist, and Anya couldn't see other colors or other things in front of her eyes.Generally speaking, being in such an environment that has never been there before would only make people feel confused, but Anya felt that the white mist made her unexpectedly close.If the river of consciousness made her feel sick when it came into contact with her, then these white mist seemed to belong to her naturally, warm and comfortable.

These are simply...two extremes.

Anya found this place from a long time—perhaps not long ago at all.Her closeness to this place is not without reason, because she was born here.

That's strange...how could she come back here all of a sudden?Don't say that the task is completed, it is simply not started.And to cross the barriers of the world, at present, there should be only one way to get out of the river of consciousness... No, if this is the case, if she fails to enter someone's dream, how will she find that river? ?When she first came to Eugenie's world, wasn't she also sent out directly from this white mist?Maybe... this is the real way?

Anya frowned.That river that disgusts her no matter where it is contains a huge flow of data, and those data seem to have an unknown relationship with her, although the last time she soaked in the river, she got things that are unmatched in this world. Some are not available.For example, computer anti-virus methods, the Iran-Iraq war, etc... But when she came into contact with these data, she really felt familiar.This... what's going on?Could it be that those things are indeed her deprived memories?

Who is it that made her lose everything and come into this world?Who would be the one who manipulated her mind and gave the mission order?Anya is very sure that she will never be a person who compromises easily, but someone who has the ability to forcibly deprive them of everything...I really can't imagine such an existence.If she is unwilling to do something, she will resist even if she dies. If she is forced to accept everything, there will be no instinct to resist in her soul... And when she uses other people's bodies to act and change her fate, Anya's heart There is real pleasure.

So... what the hell is going on with all this?

Anya's doubts did not last long.The white mist in front of her was shrinking and gathering, and was soon compressed into the shape of a person.But in the pure white world, Anya could hardly distinguish the facial features of that human figure.

"You have always resisted and guessed like this, and that's why everything is happening now." The 'man' suddenly spoke, and his voice was strangely sweet.The inexplicable opening remarks should have displeased Anya, but miraculously, she didn't feel anything wrong, and instead felt close to her.She always felt that this 'person' was one with herself.

"You feel right, I am you." The 'man' said, and seemed to smile a little.

Anya frowned: "You think I'll believe it?"

"But that's the truth," said the 'man', his voice still soft, "I am a consciousness created to serve you, and everything about me is guided by your interests. You are giving everything you have Before handing it over to me for safekeeping, I once said that if the right time does not come, all the previous efforts may be in vain.”

Anya clenched her fists.She would say that to herself?It's really possible.But she will never trust any consciousness easily, even if this consciousness is said to be created by herself.If "I" really wanted the current her to accomplish something... No, this idea is simply absurd.Do you have to lose your memory to travel across the world?And why did she entrust all her important things to this 'person' for safekeeping? ... Her current brain is still a little dull, but these things are not invisible.

"I know you doubt me, and I know what you've been doing all this time." The 'person' said calmly. "The purpose of my creation is to help yourself. You know yourself and know how much you can get through. What I want to do is to help you."

Anya raised her eyebrows slightly: "Help me? I don't think I need help anywhere."

"If you don't need help, I won't exist. You are the person who knows yourself best in this world, how about listening to me?" The 'person' said flatly and without waves.

Anya pursed her lips and remained silent for a few seconds.She would not easily believe what this man said.But the more you know, the more content you can analyze, whether true or false.When she hasn't got anything back now, it's better to know more than to know less.And...it is also very curious why those situations that are not within her cognition happened.

"Like what?"

"For example, this time the mission." That 'person' said.