"Captain...what do you want to do?"
"I don't want to waste any more energy and manpower..."
The policewoman turned her back to him and continued to look up at the moon.
"The eternal night is coming, and I don't have that much time to deal with them."
"So let the sea embrace everything."
"The sea."
“It’s a natural cemetery.”
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There is one more chapter during the day.
ps: There is a repeated sentence, please modify it. This line is the word count patch.
Chapter 96: Threats and Pleading
"That Pisis is indeed a good man and very capable, but that doesn't mean all his decisions are right."
"In his opinion, the only solution is to find the town's security forces. He obviously didn't consider whether the other side would still treat them as civilians in the face of this crazy spreading evil pollution."
Here, Hitzfeld was still explaining the reason to the mysterious master.
If she had been asked to talk about this topic at this time last year, she would have felt awkward and uncomfortable, because it involved a series of criticisms of Lilith-Gree's behavior at the time, and she was unwilling to do so from a personal emotional perspective.
But now... she has indeed experienced a lot of things, and her heart has been trained and tempered, so she is no longer sad about it.
There is nothing that cannot be analyzed.
Madam is also a human being, and as a human being there are controversies... There is no perfect person in this world, including herself - isn't she making a mistake now?
[I have an impression.] The mysterious master pondered, [I haven't seen that part of the memory, but I can vaguely feel that she killed tens of thousands of people here at that time...]
Then the most real contradiction finally surfaced at this moment.
It's not a dispute like the one between Rafa Pisis and Bishop Arthur... It's not that simple, but "Can the refugees still trust the Sara Royal Court?" and "Should they only think about saving themselves?"
Discovering the truth did not bring Hitzfeld joy because she knew how difficult it would be to solve the problem.
If there really were bad people, she wouldn't be so entangled. But when some people simply wanted to survive, or even just wanted their children to survive, it was hard for her to bite the bullet and say they were wrong.
She was indeed confused for a moment, and spent the next few minutes thinking about how to deal with the matter.
But those who see her as hope don't want to wait anymore.
Soon, the old and weak in the team fell down. Some people went forward to check and thought that they were exhausted. In order to take care of the entire team, Mr. Pisis had to order the team to stop and rest.
They found an abandoned building and hid in a hall made of stone piers. They took out food and water, ate, drank and talked. Some people could not hold on any longer and fell asleep as soon as they had something to lean on.
This was not a good idea, because sleeping was risky in Blackwood Town at this moment.
Everyone who was sleeping was being watched. Hitzfeld noticed that people's gazes at this moment contained both envy and vigilance, as if they were afraid that the other person would suddenly wake up and turn from a fellow tribe member into some kind of monster.
Suddenly, she felt someone tug at the hem of her skirt.
She turned around to look but didn't see anyone, so she lowered her head again and saw Doris looking up at her eagerly.
The little girl tidied her hair, revealing her forehead which was covered with dirt and oil stains. She signaled Hitzfeld to follow her with her eyes, and led her from the hall to the side door and into a dark corridor.
After turning the corner, she was stunned for a moment because Doris disappeared.
There was an ambush.
She didn't even need to guess, she could smell the sweat on those people just with her nose.
There seemed to be a sound of breaking air behind her, and Hitzfeld took a step forward, causing the shovel to miss behind her. Then she ducked to avoid another fist coming from the side, and stretched out her left leg.
"Oh!"
A black shadow rushing up was tripped by the left leg and flew out with a muffled cry, and the long pickaxe in his hand hit the wall, bouncing a few times with clanging sounds.
"What do you want to do!"
"How dare you fight back?!"
"It's too bold!"
"Let's get her together!"
There were shouts and scolds everywhere, and one could hear the shock and anger in the tone of their voices, but Hitzfeld was not nervous and stood there motionless.
She knew someone would keep them in line.
"Stop it!" A stern shout came from the front.
All the noise disappeared, and only a dozen figures could be vaguely seen standing in the darkness, with all kinds of eyes cast towards the source of the sound.
Hitzfeld also looked there and saw Joemi Rock coming out from the end. The expression on his face was full of majesty, and he didn't look like a poor farmer at all.
If he could survive this and return to normal life, he might have the ability to rule the local gangs.
"You can understand this as a test."
Jomi Rock walked up to the girl, glanced around her as a warning, and then forced his subordinates to retreat with just his eyes.
"But as you can see, if I'm not sure of your ability, I wouldn't feel comfortable handing the lives of so many people over to you."
"I never promised you to take these people's lives."
"Of course!" The man nodded vigorously. "You don't care about our lives, but you must care about your own life."
Hitzfeld didn't reply this time. He thought his words had worked, and continued to talk to her: "I know you are wondering why we are doing this... but we really have no choice."
"Indeed, both Rafa Pisis and Bishop Arthur are good people. If it were any other time, I would even raise my feet to agree with them, but it's different now. They are leading us to our deaths."
"Death?"
"Not only the evil ones." The man affirmed, "Not only the evil ones... but also those men in black. They won't let us go either!"
"This is not an ordinary disease." He waved his hands around, "Everyone can take a look at her!"
A dozen people took a step forward, forming a semi-large circle that surrounded Hitzfeld in the middle.
They didn't intend to attack her, but instead rolled up their sleeves, lifted their lapels, and unzipped their collars to show her some strange things.
That's wood.
The place where flesh should have been was showing wood grain, and the joints were bleeding.
"Do you think," Jomi asked Hitzfeld again, "...will they still treat us as refugees?"
"No." This was all Hitzfeld could answer.
"Then we have reached a preliminary agreement." The father breathed a sigh of relief.
He did this at a great risk. If he had not really had no choice, he would not have placed his hopes on a young girl.
"Why me?" Hitzfeld wanted to know the answer.
"Bishop Arthur is from the Order, and Mr. Pisis... he's so nice."
Qiao Mi was silent for a while before answering her.
"It is almost impossible to convince these two people not to look for the security team or the man in black and lead everyone out of the town."
"It's just you... You look like a noble in trouble, I thought you might have some channels..."
He is indeed a speculator.
Hitzfeld's eyelids twitched.
But he is not a treacherous person, but is forced into this by reality.
"What do you want to do?" she asked Qiao Mi.
This attitude was almost equivalent to tacitly approving him. Qiao Mi was very happy and immediately introduced her to their original plan.
"Our power is not enough because there are still many idiots who support those two people... They firmly believe that they can be rescued by finding the police, and we can't change them."
"So you want to kill them?"
"No... that's too cruel. We hope... well... just hope... it would be best if we could meet a group of their people. Then we can send people to interrogate them and ask them how they will deal with us."
"Before that, we will spread some pre-set content, that is, they will execute all the infected people... If they are caught off guard by such questions, they will definitely reveal their flaws. Everyone will become suspicious after seeing this, and then we can try to get everyone to go with us."
"What if they stop it?"
"Then..."
Qiao Mi took a deep breath.
"There's always danger, Miss Nutcracker."
"I see." Hitzfeld nodded his chin.
"But I have one last question - have you ever thought that you must die?"
As soon as these words came out, the air in the corridor froze.
Many people, who had originally treated her as a companion, now began to glare at her.
"You know you are ill and you want to stay alive, that's fine."
But Hitzfeld still has to say it.
"But have you ever thought about this: if you succeed and escape outside, bringing the disease out of the blockade, will it affect other cities and cause more deaths?"
"..."
"..."
No one could answer her question.
Too abstruse.
They are just a group of farmers and workers. Sometimes they even have to count on their fingers to do arithmetic within 10. How could they have the time to think about so many things?
"You can also reject ours."
Qiao Mi suddenly looked up at her.
He consciously changed his honorifics again.
"Even if you don't want to take us with you, at least I hope..."
"If there is a chance...can you help us take care of the child?"
Chapter 97: Torn
"What did you go to do?"
When she came back, a man suddenly came out from behind a pillar, giving the girl a little fright.
"Do I need to report everything I do to you?" Hitzfeld didn't want to lie, so he deliberately used words to hint at doing something private.
Rafa Pisis really thought she was going to the bathroom, and a slightly embarrassed expression appeared on his face.
But seeing that she was about to leave, he quickly caught up with her and warned her: "I have to remind you...you'd better not have too much contact with Qiao Miluoke."
"reason."
"He's too cold." The man said in a serious tone, "If you ask other people, they won't say that, but I know it very well... He deliberately acted stupid to beg me. He has the talent, he can do it."
"You mean," Hitzfeld stopped, "that your maid's father intends to eliminate you and Arthur to become the leader of the team."
"It's not impossible." The man was stunned for a moment, revealing an expression of "Why didn't I expect him to do this?", and his eyes became more serious: "He has been captured by evil people! Be careful of him!"
"Mr. Pisis."
Hitzfeld took a breath.
She also considered a lot of things, but this opportunity was so rare that she couldn't help but want to consult some of the doubts in her heart.
"I want to know...if you lead this team to meet up with the security team, and when everyone thinks they are saved, a group of men in black start shooting at you with guns...if you knew this possibility, would you still go find them?"
This question was too hurtful. Rafa Pisis's face quickly lost all color and even his eyes became dull.
"I..." He wanted to speak, but his voice was hoarse and only a series of unclear sobs came out of his throat.
"So you know." Hitzfeld understood everything when he saw his reaction. He looked at his face and shook his head slowly, "You know... but you still decided to do this..."
