It should have started a long time ago... To be exact, it started when she always hid some issues from Detective Xia.
This naturally leads to a question: Why did she hide it?
Is it to show off?
Like Sherlock Holmes to Watson.
of course not.
Here, some readers may imagine: If you were a male, even if you are not yet an adult, but in the education you have received since childhood... is there a considerable part that includes the need to be tolerant and caring towards the other gender?
So did Hitzfeld.
I deliberately didn't write directly about her persistence in this regard - I did that in part of the story when writing about Amen, but I felt that it didn't work well there - so this time I wrote about it secretly, specifically about Hitzfeld hiding the truth from Detective Xia and ultimately deciding to use himself as bait to buy time for the people in reality.
You can tell with your butt that this is very dangerous, and what prompted her to do this was, on the one hand, the systematic education she had received subtly in the real world in the past, which came from deep in her bones and she herself was not aware of.
On the other hand, which I will write about later, her feelings for Xia Yibing were no longer pure.
Out of the instinct of a "former boy", when faced with a woman immersed in the sadness of the past, she can't help but want to protect her.
Out of the instinct of a "delicate girl" and "a human being who has never enjoyed the love of her parents", Xia Yibing's care and affection for her will, to some extent, make her naturally close to him.
If we talk about this in detail, we have to involve Freud. We won’t mention anything too metaphysical as it is meaningless.
Just talk about her behavior itself.
She herself didn't realize that this was liking, this was love.
At least there is already a seed.
She saw through the enemy's conspiracy and knew that the enemy might be able to manipulate the power of greed. For various reasons, she did not want Detective Xia to be harmed again, so she acted in this way. This behavior also corresponds to the ending of Golden Knight Carl and Agent Casimir, and their essence is "sacrifice."
Oh, and by the way, a hole was filled in here, which is the problem of toxins in the Golden Knight's body.
Don’t ask why Frick didn’t become a macho man in “Crystal Sea”… One reason is that it’s useless to become a macho man in front of a pile of rotten meat, and the other is that Frick has a more smooth personality - this has always been portrayed, he is very good at dealing with various officials, and you obviously can’t compare such a Golden Knight with Carl.
Back to the plot.
If there were no accidents and Casimir's awakening, even if Hitzfeld saw everything clearly, she would inevitably be trapped in the fog by the enemy. Her energy would decline over time, and in the end she might still be forced to drink a bunch of messy fruits and become "Annaleka", forgetting "Phil".
Of course, this is just a "possibility". In order to appease my distinguished readers, I will probably give her a cheat, such as "The eyes polluted by the Sun King release divine fire to burn everything" and so on.
but I……
Well, after all, I designed Casimir, the bastard who deserves a beating~
Casimir also has his flaws, and there are many metaphors hidden in his conversation with the big stupid Carl.
There is also the conversation between him and Hitzfeld before he fell into a coma, one of the sentences of which was exactly what Izabella said to him before the operation.
This man was doomed to die, and he knew it in the end.
Whether he chooses to be "Agent Casimir" or "Evil Casimir", he will not survive.
The former's mother will kill him, the evil god will kill him.
The latter... Hitzfeld would kill him.
He may have been desperate and struggled, but in the end he chose to sacrifice himself for the entire Nan Xinze.
Only in this way can he be both an "agent" and a "cultist".
This is a double fulfillment, but also a double betrayal.
Hitzfeld therefore lied to Asfen, knowing full well that if she told the truth, Casimir would be defined as a traitor by Sara.
Then no one will remember his sacrifice.
This is what she decided to carry.
Just as Bruce Wayne turned the skeletal half of Two-Face's face into shadow.
She didn't even plan to tell Xia Yibing about this secret.
So here we can directly say -
Hitzfeld, Carl, and Casimir are three lines in the whole story, which together correspond to the concepts of sacrifice and love.
What I want to express is that if one day there really is evil, if there really is evil, it is even possible that evil really exists.
If, if we defeat them, it must not be because of our advanced weapons or alchemical potions, but because we defeated ourselves.
The power of love is great.
Even a fool knows this.
This is the simplest thing and also the most complicated thing.
Love can turn forbidden fruit into true holy fruit.
The serpent of greed eats the fruit of love.
Then it naturally cannot continue to exist.
I describe this story about love with a humble, fearful and frank attitude, hoping that it can bring some resonance to others.
……
Let’s go back to metaphor.
There are actually quite a lot of metaphors in this story.
In addition to the metaphors mentioned above, there are also the disasters from Allwater to West Grant to South Sinze. They actually have very obvious preludes, at least in the eyes of modern people.
But no one noticed the problem, and so many talented people in Sara were slow to react and unaware of it.
Let me first state here that I am definitely not using a metaphor to describe what you are thinking of at this moment.
I just think... well, some people are indeed too slow to understand some things.
But the development of reality made me very happy, because when I decided to write such a story, I didn't expect that the "Lion" in reality would burst out with such a big rhythm.
The agenda setting was flipped on its head.
It was even set in reverse.
Everyone can really unite on this, and what I imagined became a real reality…
This is what excites and encourages me the most.
All right.
That’s the story about “The Forbidden Fruit of Wisdom”.
Greed will continue to grow and evil will return.
Our great detective has to keep fighting.
Let us see what happens to her.
sequence
There are two spots of scarlet in the boundless darkness.
Opening his eyes to its presence, Eugenie-Copperfield found that he saw a dragon.
He woke up immediately with fright.
His body was trembling, his face was pale, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead and nose... His miserable appearance immediately attracted the flight attendant. A pretty and slim girl came over and asked him softly if he needed help.
"No need...thank you." Eugenie took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off his face, and at the same time loosened his collar so that he could breathe more comfortably.
"Really?" The flight attendant looked at him with some concern, "Sir, sometimes your own safety is more important than your face..."
"Don't talk nonsense!" A male flight attendant suddenly jumped out and raised his hand to block his colleague behind him.
He came up and bowed 90 degrees to Eugenie: "I'm very sorry, sir! Of course you have the freedom to control yourself! She is new here and doesn't know much... I will scold her later!"
"That's not necessary." Eugenie's face was still pale, but you could tell he wasn't angry. "You're just doing your job."
Indeed - among the veterans who have been on the railway for a long time, who would take the initiative to cause trouble like this?
Not to mention the high probability of encountering unreasonable people who yell at you at any time. Even if he is a good-tempered person, if he really gets seriously ill and dies on the train, and the investigation eventually leads to the crew being held responsible, they will most likely be held responsible.
"Huh..." The male flight attendant finally breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that he was not pretending and was really not angry.
"Thank you for your understanding, sir..." He bowed to Eugenie again, "But you look really bad... If you need it... the car is actually equipped with some special medicines."
"No, just give me a glass of slightly hot lemonade."
"Okay, please wait a moment."
After passing this carriage, the male conductor pulled the girl to the corner and scolded her viciously.
"Jeli! How many times have I told you not to meddle in other people's business!"
“But.” The girl curled her lips, her big eyes blinking, “That gentleman looked really bad. If he really needs help and something goes wrong because of my indifference, I will definitely be very sad!”
"If you're sad, then I won't be sad?" The male attendant looked like he couldn't stand her. "If something really happens, those men in black will come to investigate and leave... but you insist on running over and getting involved with him - what if they want to take you with them in the end? The train won't wait for you to get out of the police station. Are you going to give up this job that you worked so hard to get?"
"At worst, I can look for another one!" The girl turned her head with a firm face.
"Then what should I do? Can you please think about it for me..." The male flight attendant stretched out his voice, "I have just been promoted to chief purser... If a crew member has a problem when I come up, can I still be the chief purser for long?"
After he said this, a trace of guilt finally appeared on the girl's face.
It is true that she wants to do what she believes is right, but she also does not want to hurt others just to satisfy herself.
But she was definitely still not convinced. She felt that she was not wrong and that it was the flight attendant and the unspoken rules of this industry that were too cold.
"The kitchen has just made some cheese potato balls. Please bring some to that gentleman later," said the male flight attendant.
"Ah!" The girl's eyes widened, "That's not the passenger in carriage No. 3..."
"You are meddling in other people's business. He didn't do anything to you and still cares about you. Do you understand that he is a noble man?... Is it enough for you to just say thank you?"
"Then what should I do to him?"
"Go to the kitchen, serve the dishes and the lemonade he ordered, tidy up your appearance, and serve them to him with your most beautiful and innocent expression. Tell him that he can come to you if he has any questions next time."
"…Why do I feel like the last half sentence isn't something a proper flight attendant would say?"
"No, it's only professional if it's added... You have to understand one fact, Jie Li, that is, you have provoked him - if he has any problems, he will definitely investigate you in the end. So why are you hiding?"
"I……"
"And didn't you notice the fabric of his clothes? It's finer than many of the passengers in Car 3... This kind of person is a potential gold mine, you don't understand at all. If it were Auna, she would have pounced on him like a hungry wolf."
“……” The girl found that no matter what she said, she would be refuted. After thinking about it, she decided to shut up.
"That's it." The male flight attendant nodded with satisfaction. "You don't need to talk to him too much, that would be annoying. You just need to quietly pay attention to him. If he really wants to, he will take the initiative to call you."
About ten minutes later, the girl came back with the food cart.
Eugenie's complexion was still not good. He looked dizzy as if he had a fever, and he kept dozing in his seat with his eyes half closed.
The sound of the plate hitting the table made him open his eyes, and then he found that in addition to the lemonade, there was a plate of creamy baked potato balls in front of him.
"I don't think I wanted this." He looked up at the girl blankly, thinking they had given it to the wrong person.
"A small gift." The girl forced a smile. "Maybe eating something will make you feel better."
Eugenie squinted his eyes and looked at her. His gaze was as sharp as a knife, making the girl feel as if her body and mind were seen through.
She saw this young man, who was no more than in his early twenties, pick up the glass of water and take a sip. His pale and handsome face... finally showed a hint of color.
"Thank you," he said. "How about sitting down and talking?"
"what?"
"Let's talk... maybe this will help me forget the pain."
"okay……"
The girl was a little confused, but there was indeed no one sitting opposite him. She also remembered the flight attendant's instructions to try her best to satisfy the other party, so she bent down and sat down.
"Eat it." Eugenie pushed the still steaming potato balls to her. "You must be very hungry. Eat something to replenish your energy."
"I..." The girl opened her mouth.
How did he know I was hungry?
"You passed by me 13 times, 3 times you were glancing at other people's food, and 6 times your stomach was growling." Eugenie smiled and tapped the side of his cheek, "I am quite confident in my observation and hearing skills."
"Eat." Seeing that the girl was still a little reserved, he said firmly: "This is also part of the service."
