It was a good idea, but the key was that the girl seemed so easy to fool, she was almost defenseless against him.
Hitzfeld decided to do just that. She gained Doris' trust with just a few words and began to get information from her.
"Does your father gamble? He doesn't gamble or drink... so he's a good person."
"Your mother has already been here last week...I'm sorry I shouldn't be asking you this."
"So you are able to survive thanks to him. He negotiated with those people and even pretended to join them to save you..."
After some questions and answers, the image of Jomi Rock’s “father” finally gained a three-dimensional flavor.
He was a good husband, loyal to his wife and responsible for his family. Although he was poor, he never considered any crooked means. At most, he used some tricky methods to save money - such as sending Doris to the Pisis family to be a servant.
His wife passed away last week. He stayed with her until the last moment, then immediately buried his sorrow and fled with his daughter. He dealt with the evildoers who found them, tricked them away with a trick, and then mustered up the courage to escape with his daughter.
Then he must be a nice guy.
Hitzfeld couldn't understand.
Isn't that enough to be a good father?
Why would Hu Tao be too embarrassed to tell him?
After thinking for a while, she asked the girl again: "What do you think of Mr. Pisis?"
"Mr. Pisis is a good man!" said Doris.
Her expression was obviously different from before. If there was a hint of gloom on her face just now, it was not until she mentioned the title "Mr. Pisis" that light appeared in her eyes.
"he is very smart."
“I always like to invent things.”
"He is most loyal to the goddess."
“Remember to pray at all times.”
"He just seems more indifferent."
"But that's just because he doesn't know how to take the initiative to connect with people."
"I took care of him for more than a year..."
"Mr. Pisis is really a good man!"
Where is the disagreement?
Hitzfeld looked at the girl, then at the man who was still arguing in front of him, and did not quite agree with the outrageous speculation of "teacher-student love".
I do have a fondness for her, but not to that extent.
Then what behaviors can make children of this age incomprehensible or even frightened?
Hitzfeld's face twitched and a possibility came to his mind.
She seemed to have said that Rafa Pisis died because he was betrayed...
Looking up, I just caught a glimpse of Mr. Rock hiding behind some people.
He didn't notice Hitzfeld, who was staring ahead with a cold look, staring at the two captains who were arguing.
Chapter 95 Reasons
Despite the occasional arguments, the two men fortunately remembered that they were fleeing.
The team used voting as a way to solve the problem. The minority had to obey the majority, and in the first formal vote they chose the plan planned by Bishop Arthur - most people did not want to expose their whereabouts to the evildoers.
Bishop Arthur was very proud after winning the vote. During the march, he would come up to Pisis and give him instructions, as if he was his boss from now on and Pisis should obey his orders.
The old man meant no harm, but Hitzfeld felt he was not suitable for the job.
The disastrous consequences soon came. The team had just passed through two dark narrow passages, and many people had to hold their noses to cross several manholes filled with sewage, when the road ahead was blocked.
It was a pile of rubble and broken bricks, where a house next door had collapsed, and more than half of the building materials blocked the road.
Bishop Arthur was unhappy after seeing this scene. He looked gloomy and asked some people for advice. He was told that "it is best not to try to climb over it because it may collapse again at any time", and he suddenly looked a little confused.
"Let's take the main road." Someone suggested, "There's no other way now."
The opinion was quickly recognized by everyone, so the team turned back to the main road and began to grope forward in fear.
The main road is indeed much easier to walk on. Although it is still pitch black and you can't see the road clearly, it is at least flat and you don't have to worry about stepping into a sewage pit.
At first, everyone was worried that they would be discovered by the evildoers, but after walking for a while without any problems, they gradually became bolder and began to discuss in low voices why they had taken the small path before.
"My shoes are probably filled with shit... It's unbearable... When can I take a hot shower..."
"I don't care about taking a shower anymore. I'd better find a shelter as soon as possible. I really want to sleep. I don't want to wait even a moment."
"Taking the main road is indeed faster... If I had known earlier, I would have supported Mr. Pisis."
"Yes, Bishop Arthur is also very capable, but Mr. Pisis is better than him in this respect."
Most of the comments were unintentional, and no one had any reason to deliberately target an old man. But Bishop Arthur didn't think so, and he seemed very angry.
He was clearly in the wrong, but he still refused to accept it and had to find Pisis in the middle and argue with him in a low voice.
"Why haven't you said anything?"
"You won! But you didn't say anything! Do you look down on me?"
"Speak up Pisis! You bastard! It's all because of you that we had to escape in the night!"
Rafa Pisis looked at him helplessly, without refutation. Instead, under the stunned gaze of the old man, he bent down and moved closer to him, indicating that he could carry him.
"You can sleep on my back for a while," he explained. "It will help you regain your sanity."
Even the most unreasonable person would find it difficult not to be moved by this situation. Hitzfeld had been observing the situation over there. She saw Bishop Arthur stunned for a moment, then silently climbed onto the man's back.
He was really tired and started snoring as soon as he climbed up. There was a shiny liquid spreading down from his body, drawing in the air with the night wind.
Hitzfeld walked silently a little faster, overtaking them and moving ahead.
[I understand.] said the mysterious Lord.
[Her father was the one who betrayed Rafa-Pisis.]
"..." Hitzfeld didn't say anything. She was now certain that the mysterious master had not inherited much wisdom, and his reaction time was surprisingly long.
[You look down on me?] His tone began to become unhappy, [Indeed... I am not the 'real Hitzfeld', I don't have her sharp thinking ability.]
"Thinking ability can be trained." Hitzfeld tried to comfort her tactfully. "It's not something profound. It is related to intelligence, but the correlation is not that great. Normal people can master it after training."
[You mean I'm a normal person?]
"Of course you don't."
Before the mysterious master could get angry, she spoke again: "You were born not long ago... You're just a baby, it's normal that you don't understand these things."
The mysterious Lord didn't speak for a long time, and Hitzfeld didn't know whether this was a successful appeasement or she became even angrier.
Finally, an accident happened.
Two strange men in black robes appeared in the moonlight and almost confronted the refugees head-on.
Both sides were stunned for a while at first, and many refugees wanted to escape. But Rafa Pisis and others shouted, "There are only two of them," and a group of people rushed over and punched and kicked them.
The scene had the flavor of a black comedy, and Hitzfeld watched it from the sidelines, his own voice ringing in his head.
[If you were asked to analyze it, what would you think?]
"Jomirock didn't just betray him." Hitzfeld said reflexively, "He must have killed him."
[…I don’t understand.] The mysterious subject’s tone was suspicious, [Even if it’s betrayal, I don’t understand it very much, and I don’t understand your statement even more.]
Originally, there was no Bishop Arthur in history, and the reason for this is that Walnut did not mention him.
In Pinocchio's story, Rafa Pisis is the absolute protagonist and the only organizer and leader of this operation.
He is very capable, so isn't it a good thing to let such a person lead you out of danger?
Why betray him—or even kill him?
If a person with bad intentions did this, there would be a barely explicable explanation, but judging from Doris's description, Jomi Rock was not a bad person.
Then he had no support for doing this, and the mysterious master suspected that he was crazy or under the influence of a curse.
"Besides the influence of the curse, there is another possibility." Hitzfeld sighed, then asked, "You shouldn't be able to see all my memories, right?"
[Indeed. ]
"That's right."
[… Could you please explain?]
"It's very simple." The girl looked up at the moon.
"He just wanted to survive."
……
Same space and time, same moon.
A slender and tall shadow stood on a high platform made of wooden boards, also observing the night sky.
Due to lack of lighting, her face was not clearly visible. Her gender could only be determined from her figure and outline. She was a nimble policewoman in black.
She must be a thoughtful and calm person, because even though the town has become like this, she doesn't seem panicked at all, and the tip of her left shoe taps the floor rhythmically.
There was blood in the cracks of the floor.
Thick blood dripped down onto the lawn and onto the stone slabs, seeping in bit by bit and becoming an indelible mark and evidence of guilt.
Zooming out further, behind the policewoman was a row of wooden racks. A total of eight headless bodies were hung on them, and the liquid flowing from the broken ends was about to cover the entire surface.
"team leader!"
One by one, people walked up the stairs and saluted the policewoman when they saw her.
"We... We have completed the cleansing operations in the north and east! All the evil followers and contaminated people are detained separately in the square. I wonder what your next plan is...?"
"Kill them all." The policewoman interrupted him before he could finish.
"I said they are extremely dangerous. This is not ordinary pollution. All channels must be eliminated at the source."
Her voice was very magnetic and cold. She didn't sound like someone who would be swayed by emotions, but this kind of command was still too terrifying for most people.
"team leader?"
The visitor raised his objection with difficulty.
“That’s nearly 10,000 people…”
"So what?" the policewoman interrupted him again. "You know how to choose when you meet one or ten people, but you won't do it when you meet ten thousand or one million people?"
The other party stammered and was unable to speak.
The truth is this.
But this kind of thing...
How can such a thing be done so easily...
"It is precisely because you can't do it that you can't stand in my position."
The policewoman finally got a little angry and snorted coldly.
"Call for the firing squad."
"Report... Report to the Captain... I'm afraid Captain Steve can't come..."
"reason."
"He vomited a lot...some people even peed their pants..."
The air was silent for a while.
He was actually somewhat relieved that the other party's madness would be curbed due to the lack of enforcement personnel.
But it turned out that he really didn't have the ability to stand in the other person's position.
“Gather the people.”
He heard the policewoman speaking again.
"Gather them and bring them to Seacliff."
