Super Trick or Treat System

Why am I not dead? I am more miserable than ever, why did I not fall into forgetfulness and rest? Death has taken away many children in bloom, which is the only hope of their doting parents. How many brides and young lovers spent one day in the bloom of health and hope, and two days were the victims of worms and tombs! What material do I use so that I can resist so many impacts, like turning a wheel, constantly torturing?

But I was destined to live. Two months later, I found myself waking up from a dream, lying in a poor bed in prison, surrounded by cages, turnkeys, bolts and all the sad equipment of the dungeon. I remember that it was morning, and I woke up because of it. I forgot the details of what happened, but I just felt that some misfortune suddenly made me at a loss. But when I looked around, I saw the fenced window and the filthiness of the room I was in, everything flashed through my memory, and I groaned in pain.

The sound disturbed an old woman who was sleeping on the chair next to me. She is a hired nurse and the wife of a turnkey project, and her appearance expresses all the bad characters that usually represent the class. Her face is rough and rude, like those who are used to seeing without sympathizing with pain. Her tone expressed all her indifference. She spoke to me in English. The voice shocked me. It was the voice I heard in the suffering.

"Sir, are you better now?" she said.

I replied in the same language, with a weak voice: "I believe in me; I believe in me. But, if all this is true, if I really haven't dreamed, I regret that I still live to feel this pain and terror."

The old woman replied: "For this reason, if you want to talk about your murdered gentleman, I believe that if you die, it will be better for you, because I think this will work hard with you! But this is with me Nothing. I was sent to take care of you and restore you to health. I do my duty with a safe conscience; if everyone is the same, that’s fine."

I hate that woman, she may be on the verge of death, saying such cold words to someone who has just been saved, which makes her feel disgusted. But I feel lazy, unable to reflect on the past. All the dreams of my life are dreams to me. Sometimes I doubt whether this is really true, because it has never been shown in my mind with the power of reality.

As the image before me became clearer, I became feverish. Darkness enveloped me; no one near me comforted me with the tender voice of love. There is no dear hand to support me. The doctor came and prescribed medicine, and the old woman prepared medicine for me. But carelessness can be completely seen in one, and cruel expressions are strongly expressed in the two surfaces. Who would be interested in the fate of the murderer, and the opponent could charge him?

These are my thoughts, but I quickly learned that my husband showed me great kindness. He prepared for me the best room in the prison is indeed the best. He provided the doctors and nurses. Indeed, he rarely comes to me, because although he earnestly hopes to alleviate the suffering of every human being, he does not want to appear in the pain and suffering of the murderer. Therefore, sometimes he came to see that I was not ignored, but his visit time was short and the interval was long.

One day, when I was gradually recovering, I sat in a chair with my eyes half-open and my cheeks as pale as a dead person. I was overcome by melancholy and pain, and it often reflected my desire to seek death rather than stay in a world full of misery for me. I once considered whether I should not declare myself guilty and be punished by the law, which is much less than poor Justin. That's what I thought when I opened the door of the apartment and Mr. Ke Wen entered. His face expresses sympathy and sympathy. He pulled a chair near me and said to me in French,

"I am worried that this place will shock you. Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable?"

"I thank you, but what you said is nothing to me. On the whole earth, I am not able to accept it."

"I know that the sympathy of a stranger is a relief to you. However, I hope you can leave this gloomy residence as soon as possible, because there is no doubt that evidence can easily get you out of criminal charges."

"This is the last thing I need to worry about; through a series of strange events, I became the most painful mortal. Just like I was in the past, suffering persecution and torture, what evil is death to me?

"There is nothing more unfortunate and painful than the strange opportunity that happened recently. By accident, you were thrown ashore, known for your hospitality, you were immediately confiscated and accused of murder. The sight that appears before your eyes is you The body of a friend was murdered in an unexplainable way, and some kind of demon crossed your path."

As Mr. Kilvin said, even though I reviewed my own suffering, I was disturbed by it, but I was also quite surprised by what he seemed to know about me. I think my face was a little surprised, because Mr. Ke Wen quickly said:

"After you became ill, all the personal documents you brought to you were brought to me immediately. I checked them to find some traces so that I could send your misfortune and illness to your relatives. I found a few letters, One of them is from your father I discovered from the beginning. I immediately wrote to Geneva; it has been almost two months since my letter left office. But you are sick. Even now you are trembling. You are not Suitable for any kind of agitation."

"This kind of suspense is a thousand times worse than the most terrible incident; tell me what new death scenes have happened, and who am I sorry for murdering now?"

"Your family is doing well," Mr. Ke Wen said softly. "Another friend, come to visit you."

I don’t know how this idea will be presented, but the idea immediately came to my mind. The murderer laughed at my pain and mocked me with Cliveval’s death, in order to incite me to obey his **** desires. . I put my hand in front of my eyes and cried in pain,

"Oh! Take him away! I can't see him. For the sake of God, don't let him in!"

Mr. Ke Wen's face bothered me. He couldn't help but regard my sigh as inside me, and said in a stern tone,

"I should think, young man, your father's arrival will be welcomed instead of encouraging this violent hatred."

"My father!" I cried, and every feature and every muscle relaxed from pain to happiness. "Is my father really here? How kind, how kind! But where is he, why doesn't he rush me?"

The change in my attitude surprised and pleased the justice of the peace; perhaps he thought my previous sigh was a short-term return, and now he immediately regained his former kindness. He stood up and left the room with my nurse, and a moment later my father walked into the room.

At this moment, nothing can give me greater joy than the arrival of my father. I reached out to him and cried,

"So, are you as safe as Elizabeth and Ernest?"

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