Alfred is driving,

Karen and Dees were sitting across from each other in the trunk.

Dis closed his eyes and was concentrating;

Karen kept staring into the rectangular pit in the rear compartment of the hearse in front of him;

As the hearse bumped along, Mr. Editor-in-Chief and Mr. Morf were constantly crossing each other and hugging each other.

In the car, the tobacco smell emitted from cigars is mixed with the slightly pungent smell of pen and ink. It is not unpleasant. It is even a little pleasant if the windows are open at all times for ventilation.

Pu'er was lying next to Karen, as if he was taking a nap.

Karen stretched out a hand and leaned out of the window, feeling the touch of the wind flowing through her palm.

The weather is still relatively cool, especially at night, but Karen feels that her palms are still a little hot now.

When facing Mr. Morf lying on the ground, he once said sincerely:

"Praise for order."

But reason kept telling him that the Cult of Kosmos should be really powerful, but he still couldn't fully believe that the only reason why he was able to act unscrupulously tonight was because his grandfather was the local judge of the Cult of Kosmos;

In other words, it is not because Dis is the judge, but because the judge is Dis.

He remembered Alfred once said that his grandfather was not an ordinary inquisitor of the Cult of Kosmos;

yes,

A Dis who dared to say "The God of Order was raised by a prostitute" in front of him, a grandfather who did not hesitate to hold a super-standard divine descending ceremony in order to resurrect his grandson,

How could he be just an ordinary judge?

Think about it again,

Yesterday, Alfred suggested to himself on the hearse: Master, you can ask your grandpa.

And what Pu'er said at the top of the stairs: Go to Dis, he can always give you the most calm and stable advice.

Are the two of them really talking about Dis's identity as a judge?

them,

I should say Dis.

Maybe, what is exposed in front of you now is just the "tip of the iceberg" of the true face of this world.

So,

Next on your own,

Should we continue to open it, or should we leave everything behind after tonight's indulgence and go back to living an ordinary life, like Uncle Mason?

The real side means cruelty, and the death of "Karen"'s parents is the best proof;

But after seeing the "wonderful" scenery, burying your head in the sand and pretending to be an ostrich is a bit like deceiving yourself.

Own,

Can you be willing?

He should be unwilling to do so. He clearly knows his character and is a very strong person at heart;

A person who was used to struggling in his previous life may be able to take a short rest in the quiet state of time, but if he really lies down all the time, he really can't do it.

However, it seems that it is not up to you to decide whether you can do it or not.

Dis's attitude was very clear. He had personally told himself that he would not have any other thoughts before his death;

But that being the case,

Why did you take yourself out tonight, and why did you use that formation specifically to hope that you could... have fun?

actually,

Dis should also be able to see that that formation had no effect on him. It might not have been obvious at the time, but now? He must be aware of his current mental state.

But it was as if he was deliberately finding a way to get off the stairs.

It is clearly prohibited to learn to drive by yourself,

But I also like to take myself to appreciate the real scenery on both sides of the road,

so,

Dis,

What exactly do you want to do?

Is it really the complicated and intertwined love of grandpa?

"Are you happy?"

At some point, Dis opened his eyes.

Karen took his hand back from the window and nodded:

"Happy."

"Are you burdened?" Dis asked again.

Karen nodded, shook his head again, and replied:

"Yes, but it can be overcome."

Watching a living person die in front of you is indeed a relatively big psychological shock;

However, he is good at psychological adjustment. What's more, these people, such as Mr. Editor-in-Chief and Mr. Morf lying here, they are like playing with a pen cap and a pen cap when they manipulate other people's lives.

a cigar;

However, under the rules of real society, it is difficult for them to be punished. Even if they use great force, they can only touch the corners of their clothes at most;

But they really deserve to die.

Kill for life,

This principle is correct no matter where it is placed.

Therefore, I have been doing something that everyone thinks is right, but in reality, almost everyone thinks it is impossible to accomplish.

certainly,

Karen doesn't think of himself as Batman or any other kind of incarnation of justice under the dark side of the city.

Because what he can't deny is that,

In this process, he actually felt a kind of happiness.

This kind of happiness has been accumulating after I got Dis's reaction, when I was frying spring rolls, when I was watching the funeral, and when I was watching groups of people performing to their heart's content;

His expectations were constantly piling up, and when night fell, his majestic expectations began to gradually transform into happiness.

Own,

Enjoying the process.

Mr. Morf, who died from smoking,

The editor-in-chief was stabbed to death by his pen and died under his own pen,

Oh,

What an artistic expression.

Karen's consciousness suddenly returned to that afternoon a month ago.

When he picked up the phone,

When the voice of the demonic male possessing Mrs. Hughes came from the other end of the phone:

"You disturbed my artistic creation."

"So, do you need some professional advice on art?"

Mrs Hughes,

Look,

This is called art.

Karen's back suddenly felt cold, like a child playing with building blocks. Suddenly, the original excitement turned into boring.

Dis said: "So, do you want to turn back now?"

"No, I don't want to," Karen replied.

"Why, I just read the negativity in your eyes."

"Because it's not finished yet."

Karen swallowed the word "artwork".

He turned to:
To be continued...