"Because her behavior was so horrible to the other kids."
"fear?"
"Hmm." The nun stared into space with her empty eyes.
"If you tell a horror story or a comedy story to a group of children, the other children will always be scared or excited, but there is one person who never responds to you, like a wax figure, and you will also find it scary."
"..." Heidegger looked at Sister Ailan in astonishment, and then looked at Lijia who was sitting quietly beside him in astonishment.
Is that true?
But her mind is obviously not fully developed yet...
"She has defects," Sister Ilan said. "She has very little emotion, as if she has no emotion at all... She is always slower than other people in her reactions. Even if an asylum takes her in, she will not be able to be independent when she has to move out at a certain age."
Heidegger nodded his head and said nothing.
According to his character, he shouldn't do this.
It's nothing more than a blind nun and a mentally disabled girl. There are so many people like them, and he can't take care of them all.
But this girl looks exactly like my deceased wife when she was a child.
This is totally incomparable.
"I can order those men to return here to pray," he said, his words full of compulsion.
"It's better not to." Sister Ailan refused. "If it is not sincere, it will pollute this place and their own hearts."
Heidegger grinned. He felt that the nun's current fate was probably caused by herself.
To put it bluntly, civilians need to be coaxed.
Especially since you are a civilian making a living, if you take off that layer of priesthood skin, you are no different from an actor in a theater troupe.
Even so, he still refuses to coax others and has an aloof attitude.
For Ritz-Carlton's sake, forget it.
He took his wallet out of his pocket, thought for a moment, and put it back.
After leaving the monastery, he stood at the street entrance smoking, watching from afar Li Jia weeding the yard accompanied by Sister Ailan. After a while, a patrolling police officer finally passed by, and he immediately called out to him.
"Here." He took out a stack of banknotes and stuffed them into the young man's pocket. "From now on, you will be in charge of this monastery, including guarding it and occasionally running errands for the people inside. Tell me when you have spent all this money."
He gave a lot, and I think it should last for a while.
This was done to prevent the nuns and girls from taking out large amounts of money and causing trouble. Heidegger had seen too many such things.
Time flies, and half a year has passed since Heidegger received the secret order to search for the Seed of Destruction.
He no longer cared about the results of the search because, as he had expected, nothing would be found in such a short period of time.
He started coming to the monastery.
At the beginning, he came once every half a month and left immediately after coming.
Later it evolved into coming once a week to help them weed and clean, and occasionally sitting and listening to Sister Ilan tell Lijia stories.
Just as Sister Ailan said, she had difficulty in experiencing emotional fluctuations.
So, when she was knocked down by me, she didn't cry out in pain.
People like her are actually also under investigation...
Heidegger narrowed his eyes.
But they have been together for such a long time, he has even checked Lijia's extraordinary talents and confirmed that she is just an ordinary child.
"Mr. Heidegger!"
When I regained consciousness, I saw the girl lying behind a chair.
His eyes were wide open, full of curiosity.
"Why did you approach me and Sister Ilan?"
So direct.
Given her personality, it's hard for her to hold back for so long before asking.
"Because you look a lot like my dead wife, I can't just sit there and watch."
Heidegger didn't bother lying to her.
"They look alike?" The girl was stunned. "That means Mr. Heidegger wants to marry me."
"There is no such thing."
Heidegger's eyelids twitched.
"I no longer know how to help you... I'm just using this as a way to reminisce about the past."
"But I like Mr. Heidegger very much."
My wrist felt cold.
When he lowered his head, he saw the girl approaching him and taking the initiative to grab him with her little hands.
"Sister Ilan said that even though I had problems, I would grow up like everyone else."
"Girls can get married when they grow up. I haven't decided who to marry yet, and Mr. Heidegger is the only one willing to help us..."
"It's Jerry who's helping you. I just come here occasionally to check on you."
"But I saw you gave Jerry money."
"..."
"Or do you want me to marry Jerry?"
Heidegger's scalp tingled. For the first time, he felt that he had no way to deal with the child.
"I'm not marrying you, and neither is Jerry."
He grabbed the girl's little face and rubbed the corners of her mouth slowly with his thumb.
"This is too far away for you. What you need to do is grow up quickly so that you can be able to protect Sister Ailan."
"Will Mr. Heidegger come to see me again?"
The girl just stared at him.
Faced with such a look, Heidegger couldn't lie even if he wanted to.
"Will do."
He gently touched the girl's face.
"Unless I die."
“I’ll keep coming.”
Chapter 43: The Destruction of Amiren 5
Batty-Villefort deeply believes in the theory that "agents are human beings, not machines". He thinks that agents also have desires, and if they cannot handle desires well, it will be harmful to the body and mind.
Heidegger is more conservative. Although he knows that agents must maintain a good attitude and receive psychological treatment regularly, he does not think that agents can use this as an excuse to demand the satisfaction of those desires.
So Villefort occasionally commented that he was a spiritual ascetic. In his opinion, Heidegger had no interests or hobbies, and it would be dangerous if he kept it down for too long.
But everyone has their own aspirations, especially the detective. He didn't even know why Heidegger chose this path or what nightmares were haunting him, so he naturally couldn't interfere in his life rashly.
If you have been holding it in for too long, just leave this problem to the physical therapist and the dream weaver. They will decide what kind of treatment Heidegger needs.
Heidegger used to think that Villefort's theory was nonsense, but now, after staying in the monastery for a long time, he found that his soul, which had been stagnant for many years, was actually regaining new vitality.
He is now an agent at the spiritual level. If he makes another breakthrough, with the experience he has accumulated over the years, it won't be far away for him to become the next director.
Is this what is called spiritual practice?
He still didn't understand the specific reason, but he never cared about it.
He also didn't want a high position, didn't want money, and didn't want women, so he always maintained an indifferent attitude, which invisibly accelerated his spiritual transformation.
And it all started with Ritz-Carlton.
Every time Heidegger was with the girl, even if he was just watching her running around, he felt like he was alive.
A long time had passed since his wife was killed by the evildoer, and Heidegger realized for the first time that he was far from accepting it.
He just pretended not to react. In fact, there was a voice deep in his heart saying something like "She is not dead, I haven't seen her body, she may still be alive, somewhere in the world."
That's why the appearance of Lijia and his interactions with Lijia had such a profound impact on him.
It is like a dream coming true, and the truth that you believe in your heart is recognized - when the external environment is unlikely to recognize it, it is recognized by reality and truth. The satisfaction and spiritual comfort you get at that moment cannot be expressed in words.
Everything is developing smoothly.
Heidegger had even ignored the matter of the Seed of Destruction. He thought that since the Death Tree did not appear in the last outbreak cycle, it might not appear this time either, and the royal family and the General Administration might have just had a false alarm. He was already planning to bring Doyle to the North after the incident was over.
That should take another 1-2 years, by which time Doyle should have adapted to the environment of the training camp. At this time, I will transfer him to the North and let me train him personally without spoiling him... Heidegger has a good plan.
But accidents are always beyond our expectations. Another afternoon, when he stepped through the monastery's brand new iron gate, the scene on the lawn almost made him hold his breath.
He saw Li Jia standing in front of an oak tree with her hands loosely placed on the trunk. The whole tree began to grow rapidly under the influence of an inexplicable force.
In just a few seconds, it grew from a young plant that had just emerged from the sapling stage into a six-meter-tall tree with a trunk as thick as a soup bowl.
"Lijia!" Heidegger rushed over immediately, "What did you do to this thing?"
“I didn’t do anything…”
The girl didn't understand why he was so frightened and blinked her eyes.
"You can control plants? Is this your spirit?" Heidegger was almost crazy and wanted to put a final conclusion on her ability, but the next second, he felt an astonishing dark breath exploding around him.
Turning his head slowly, he saw the oak tree…its trunk, branches, and leaves were becoming rotten and withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
When you infuse spirit into its eyes, you can see a faint black aura emanating from its entire body, which cannot be explained simply by the appearance of spirit.
Heidegger stayed overnight at the monastery that day.
He stayed up all night, staying in the front yard, staring at the mutant oak tree.
After being transformed by Lijia, the oak tree has completely become like a living creature.
As it became corrupt and withered, Heidegger could feel a huge amount of life energy emanating from the surroundings.
But this does not mean that the tree will die. In the next cycle, it will quickly absorb all nutrients from the surrounding ground to restore its vitality as soon as possible.
This was an extremely rapid process. Heidegger saw it with his own eyes—when it began to absorb, the ground where it took root was rapidly cracking, and all the grass nearby instantly withered and fell down, some of which even turned into phosphorus powder before they even hit the ground.
Normal plant mutations cannot be like this.
Considering the situation and the intelligence, even though Heidegger was unwilling to believe it, all conditions pointed to one and only fact.
Rica is the seed of destruction.
It was she who influenced the tree and made it what it is today.
Although the scope of this ability to plunder life essence is still very small now, it is exactly the same as the Death Tree in the description!
Heidegger's spirit stagnated again.
He began to suffer from insomnia, his hair started to fall out in large clumps, and he became irritable and bad-tempered. Even Special Envoy Kevin came to see him in person and asked him with concern if he needed to "rest for a while."
Only Heidegger himself knew why he was troubled.
On one hand, the reason why he embarked on this path was the massacre of his wife and family... and the obsession with revenge formed by that shadow.
On the other side is the "wife" herself, who can't imagine that he will one day have to expose Li Jia himself.
Gradually, he became reluctant to step into the monastery's gate and instead watched from afar on the street.
He looked at the pedestrians, the police officers passing by, and his colleagues who had come to visit him specifically after hearing about his situation.
He sincerely hoped that they would notice something was wrong with Li Jia.
This way he will be free.
Half a month has passed.
A month is about to pass.
No one could notice the situation.
