Grasp the farming script in the famous book

"Andrea is a very special young man."

The Count of Monte Cristo spoke slowly.

"His appearance is very deceiving, he appears to be educated, considerate, urbane... But the real him is not such a person."

"Miss, you may not believe it, but he is a..."

"He is a former hard labor prisoner, but he is still at large and wanted."

Roland interrupted the count.

The count looked pale and looked at Roland.

"He told me all this himself."

Roland replied.

The count immediately made an "I see" gesture, and a sneering smile flashed across his lips: "Miss, it seems unnecessary for me to come here today."

"And what about you?"

Roland stood opposite the count, standing upright like a proud poplar.

"What role did you play in this whole thing?"

"You lured such a 'bad', penniless young man to Paris, and threw him into this world of flamboyance."

"You made him deliberately get close to Baron Tanglar and make empty promises. You let the baron suffer losses while putting all his hopes on this young man's 'castle in the air' wealth..."

"Is this the hand of revenge you raised against the Tanglars?"

"At the cost of a marriage, a woman's reputation, or a lifetime of happiness?"

"Oh, by the way, should I still be grateful to you, Dade, compared to what happened to the De Morcerf family?"

Roland spoke very fast, as if she had taken a gun~ medicine, the first mouth was full of gunpowder smoke.

The Count's face seemed even paler.

"Miss, you don't seem to be in a good mood."

"It's really not good."

Roland answered frankly.

"I can only sincerely beg your pardon if I have directed at you the grievance which I should not have directed at you."

"I had some disagreements with Andrea before."

Before that, she met with Andrea, and the two discussed future arrangements.

Her opinion is to add demands for women's rights to the movement currently led by Andrea, such as women's right to vote, marriage autonomy and property autonomy.

Andrea felt that this step was too big.

"Dear Eugenie, you must understand that the literacy rate of French women in this dimension is less than [-]%. Instead of getting enough support for your demands, you may be attacked because of this, which will drag down our entire career."

Roland felt that this was the reason why she wanted to start in a big city like Paris.

The female literacy rate in Paris is already quite high; at the same time, the process of urbanization is constantly promoting the communication between the big cities and the countryside.

"Yes, there are still many women who have not awakened, so the movement may not be successful."

Mrs. Tanglar is a wonderful example. She was trapped in the cage created by the society, but she was always complacent, thinking that she had calculated a man.

"However, someone must stand up first and shout out such a voice, so that more people will wake up, won't they?"

In the end, the conversation between Roland and Andrea broke up badly—the two agreed to continue discussing this issue after the wedding ceremony.

The bad mood that Andrea brought to Roland unfortunately affected her meeting with the count.

So Roland apologized frankly to the Count of Monte Cristo.

"You are willing to come to the door before the wedding, inform me of Andrea's real identity, and give me a final chance to regret it. To be honest, I am moved in my heart."

"I want to thank God that you didn't deal me a bigger blow personally."

"But it's too late, I have already decided to sign the marriage certificate."

"No, you can't, miss, you can't sign."

The count shook his head, looking slightly agitated.

"It is true that as you said, I am an unscrupulous avenger. The only purpose of my coming to this world is to represent God and take revenge on those murderers in this world who have blinded the eyes of justice and escaped justice."

"But I still have a trace of human conscience in my heart."

"Miss, you cannot marry Andrea."

"This will be an unethical marriage..."

Roland's eyes widened immediately, and she felt that she was getting closer to the unspeakable secret.

"Andrea... is your half-brother."

Hearing this secret, Roland felt himself shaking and could hardly stand still.

Fortunately, there was a high stool behind her, and she sat down suddenly, holding her head in her hands and propping her elbows on her knees.

No wonder, no wonder the producer of the plane will notify "love forbidden".

When I was outside the plane before, there was a joke that said, "May all the loving men and women in the world be long-lost brothers and sisters" - she and Andrea didn't have that kind of relationship between men and women, and it turned out to be " Long lost siblings"?

"Then, there are so many good-looking gangsters and convicts in the world... why did you choose him?"

After being silent for a long time, Roland finally supported his body and asked the earl who had been watching her silently.

"Oh, I'm stupid. He was chosen because of his biological father, right?"

Before the earl could answer, Roland slapped his forehead: "How could I not think of it?"

"Both Andrea and I are tools you use for revenge."

"Since it's a tool for revenge, we should make good use of all the value, right?"

"Haha, I really have the 'self-cultivation of tools'..."

She laughed at herself very much, and the Count of Monte Cristo showed some pity and guilt in his eyes.

"Yes, Andrea... There is also a biological father who symbolizes justice."

"A symbol of justice?" - Roland suddenly thought of Valentine's father, the prosecutor.

Now it all comes together.

De Morcerf, Tanglars, and de Villefort, three families, know each other and are related to each other.

The earl's "Hand of Vengeance" reached out to them at the same time.

Such a well-planned revenge plan must have been planned and brewed for many years.

The Earl must have been like a god without emotion, calmly standing by, watching the family of the enemy, the children of the enemy, and knowing their weaknesses in order to strike precisely.

The "Wilmore" vest that I saw in Monley a few years ago, I am afraid that the earl specially came to examine her personality and ability - not only to understand the enemy's every move, but even the small things that the enemy's daughter does in the countryside. "Career" is also understood together.

At that time, Mr. Wilmore was already preparing for today's strike.

Roland instantly felt a chill behind his back.

What kind of person is in front of her? ——This man, as his appearance suggests, is a ghost crawling out of the grave—he has endured for so many years, collecting all the information and means that are conducive to the plan of revenge, in order to launch a lightning strike against the enemy one strike.

"Then you—"

"Why are you still reminding me?"

"You can wait until I sign the marriage certificate and then directly expose this matter to the world."

"As long as you wait a little longer, I will become the laughing stock of the whole of Paris, the object of being cast aside by the world, and I will even be forcibly sent to a monastery..."

"Since what you desire is revenge, why did you come here at this particular time and try to prevent me from signing the marriage certificate?"

"Miss, this is because..."

The count opened his mouth to answer, but stopped abruptly.

His originally calm and powerful voice suddenly turned into a mutter, and it seemed that he also began to ask himself at this moment—whether his current words and deeds were a true expression of his inner feelings.

"This is because you are completely innocent..."

"Everything you do here, you're thinking of other people."

"Sinners deserve to be punished, and good people deserve to be helped."

"Or it's because you...you are different from before...you are...different from all of them?"

"Meow--"

Before Roland could respond to the earl's explanation, a cute meow suddenly sounded in her living room.

When Roland lowered his head, her "broker cat" had already come to her feet, looking at her eagerly.

——What is Luna trying to remind her of?

Roland suddenly remembered that her kitten was reminding her to find a way to get the earl to help her "canvass" in the plane.

Roland stretched out his hand helplessly, and Luna jumped onto Roland's arm with a "whoosh".

The kitten hugged Roland's arm with its soft limbs, and its big cat eyes were begging and hinting:

- Now is a good opportunity.

Roland smiled wryly: At this time, she...wouldn't be able to say anything about "canvassing" to the Earl.

There is one thing that can be said.

Roland thought for a while and said, "Just now I heard you mention the words 'symbolizing justice', so I speculate that the suffering you have experienced may be largely due to judicial disorder."

"If a person can 'symbolize justice,' rather than a system or an institution, that's what's really scary."

The Count of Monte Cristo heard her words, folded his arms, clenched his right hand into a fist, and rested his chin, looking at Roland in silence.

"One of the goals of what Andrea and I are doing is to restore justice."

"After so many years, Heidi was able to stand on the witness stand of the House of Lords and present iron evidence against Count de Morcerf's crimes back then. Her accusation was so successful and so satisfying—"

"It's proof that there's still justice in this world — that people still have the moral values ​​that keep this society going."

"What needs to be corrected is the judiciary and the procedures—"

"In this way, more people like you who have suffered injustice can be compensated and comforted."

The count smiled miserably: "Miss, you are too naive. I..."

"My thinking is indeed naive, but this is the way society must go."

Roland interrupted the earl's "interruption".

"In an era of judicial disorder, people act on their own and use various means to claim justice and eliminate hatred in their hearts."

"Corsicans advocate revenge for their loved ones, blood debts, but this does not help Corsicans stabilize order and reduce hostility and vendetta."

"They avenge their relatives and kill their enemies; they themselves immediately become 'enemies' and are killed by the relatives of the enemy."

"When 'revenge' is above the law, it creates real social disorder and a situation of retribution."

The Earl said "Hmm", as if he felt the same way.

"As I've said before you, this kind of revenge can never be perfect—you can always find a loophole in it."

Hearing Roland's words, the count closed his eyes and let out a long breath: "Miss, it's hard to imagine that you were thinking about these things just before the wedding ceremony—"

"But I have to say, you are indeed sober."

"Sawier than me..."

"I actually...pursuit of perfect revenge——"

Roland: ...It's rare that the earl actually commented on her like this?

But this is not the first time the Earl mentioned "Perfect Revenge" - finally Roland began to face up to this term: Why did the Earl pursue "Perfect Revenge"?

Seeing that she didn't intend to ask anyone to help "canvass votes" at all, Mao Mao let out a "meow" in disappointment, jumped out of Roland's embrace with a "swish", turned and ran away.

Almost at the same time, the door of the living room creaked.

Andrea stepped in, and immediately closed the door behind him.

"Eugénie—"

When he turned his head, he saw Roland and the Count of Monte Cristo standing in the living room. The two were far away, and their attitudes were a little tense, as if they were confronting each other.

"Oh, Lord Earl, are you here?"

There was a smile on the corner of Andrea's mouth, and his expression and attitude were the same as usual.

"Well then, I can inform you that the gendarme and the police in Paris have been dispatched and have arrived at the Tanglars' house to arrest me."

Roland turned pale with shock, while the Count of Monte Cristo frowned.

"They are searching from room to room. This is Mademoiselle Tanglar's boudoir. Perhaps my dear Eugenie will be able to protect me for a while with her feminine charm."

Andrea spoke cheerfully, as if he were not being pursued by the gendarmes at all, but were preparing to go camping with his beloved.

"But I want to ask, how did the gendarme and the police in Paris know that I was a wanted convict?"

"My dear fiancee, of course it's not you. Because you have always held the intention of marrying me, you won't want to shoot yourself in the foot with a stone so soon."

"Then, in Paris, the only people who know who I really am are two other people—"

His eyes turned to the count.

"One is my best old friend, and the other is a reliable priest."

"But I still have doubts, count, you are a well-informed millionaire, you are shrewd and cautious, how can you easily believe that my name is Cavalcanti, and I am a prince from Italy?"

Outside the living room, there was a distinct noise and hurried footsteps.

"It is not I," the Count of Monte Cristo declared quickly, "that I have never trusted the police and the judiciary."

Roland immediately felt that the earl's explanation was also for her.

"You're still thinking about this at this point." Roland stomped his feet and advised Andrea to leave quickly.

"Quick, I have a passage here that leads directly to the garden outside."

"Count, that's where you came from, please take Andrea..."

"Miss, I am happy to help you." The count said calmly, "I hope I can make up for it a little bit, so that you can calm down."

Roland immediately opened the small door leading to her living room, and the Count of Monte Cristo turned around and glanced at Andrea, before leading him away in a hurry.

Roland quickly closed the door tightly.

"Broker Cat" Luna came over again, raised her cat's head, and said with a stinky cat face, "Lan Lan, what did I say before..."

Before Maomao finished speaking, he was frightened by the hasty knock on the door.

The person who came was not polite. After knocking a few times, he kicked the door open with his kick.

A group of men in gendarmerie uniforms rushed in and took a quick look around Roland's living room.One of them asked Roland gruffly, "Miss, did you see the man who claimed to be Andrea Cavalcanti just now?"

Roland shook his head and said no.

She asked casually: "What's wrong with the Viscount, is it worth all your fuss to find someone?"

"What viscount? He is a wanted convict."

Andrea bid farewell to his high society status forever.

"He also led many illegal meetings in Paris, this is the guy, and we have to go out every night, it's endless..."

A gendarme complained, venting the anger of beating workers.

"It's a good thing you didn't sign it, and you didn't really marry this guy."

Another gendarme said with a smile, looking up and down at Roland's appearance and figure.

Like a humiliated queen, Roland gave the soldier a hard look, then turned around proudly——

"Have you finished searching? Please get out after searching!"

The gendarmes really withdrew.Madame Tanglars came in with a pale face, took her daughter's hand, and sighed sadly: "Eugénie..."

Roland suddenly thought that Andrea was also Madame Tanglar's child. I don't know if this madam knew that her other biological child was still alive and was always sitting in her box at the Opera House some time ago. , sitting next to her...

"Go and open the windows of Miss's room... let Miss breathe."

Madame Tanglars ordered the maid.

"Poor Eugenie, don't worry too much—you haven't signed the marriage certificate yet, even if you did, the other party's name should be a fake name, and you can't count it."

"Good boy, you still have a dowry, 50 francs... jewelry, jewelry, clothes... My child, you are young and beautiful, and you can still marry..."

Mrs. Tanglar tried her best to comfort her daughter, but at the same time she shed tears uncontrollably.

Roland listened, and couldn't help but sneered lightly—could she be someone who only cared about getting married or not?

The French windows in the living room were opened, and the fresh and cool air quickly poured into Roland's room, making her more awake.

She knew that the family was about to face disaster.

From now on, she needs to rely entirely on herself in this plane.

At this moment, a shout suddenly came from outside the window: "Come on, come on, this is Benedetto!"

Almost at the same time, dense footsteps and shouts sounded at the same time:

"catch him!"

"We can't let him escape this time."

Suddenly, a person screamed.

"Murder—"

The gendarmes all shouted.

"Doctor, doctor...is there a doctor here?"

Madame Tanglar turned pale with fright, and grabbed Roland's hand:

"Eugénie, do you think they killed Andrea?"

Roland couldn't answer, although Mrs. Tanglar didn't know that Andrea was her child.But mother and child are connected, she actually has a little concern for Andrea.

Roland let go of Mrs. Tanglar's hand: "Mom, I'll go and have a look."

She walked onto the balcony along the street—it was already dark, and the street outside was brightly lit because of today's arrests, and there were gendarmes holding torches everywhere.

"Catch it!"

With sharp eyes, Roland saw that Andrea's arms were twisted by two gendarmes. He struggled hard, but in vain.

A tall and thin man fell in a pool of blood, and the Count of Monte Cristo knelt in front of him, examining his wounds.

The person in the pool of blood had a "Red Square" handkerchief tied on his head as a headscarf, and Roland recognized him as the "Red Square" who followed her back then.

Did Andrea kill this man?

In the distance, a man in black with a sallow complexion came slowly and came to Andrea.The two confronted each other for a while, and Andrea continued to struggle, but with a smile on his face.

This man was none other than Valentine's father, M. de Villefort, the prosecutor "symbol of justice."