Trafford’s Trading Club

The old nurse's first aid went well, while in the village, Mr. Isam's child's fever had gone away.

It's all good news.

But the old nurse hasn't woken up yet because of the drugs. But Sharti's face was no longer tight, apparently letting go of his big stone.

“Sharti, if it's all right, I'm going back.” Mr. Isam walks to the ward now, "I'll pick her up when the nanny gets out of the hospital. ”

“Thank you, Mr. Isaac.” Sharti thanked.

Mr. Isam smiled softly at this moment: "Raise your hand… By the way, if there is any difficulty with the cost, please let me know and I will come back and find a way for you. ”

Sharti laughed, “Don't worry about the cost, I've already contacted the church here. The cathedral here pays the nurse for the treatment. ”

“Oh... that's wonderful.” Mr. Isam nodded his head and said, “It seems better to have faith. ”

Sharti smiled: "If mutual help between people disappeared, we would have disappeared a long time ago. ”

“That's true.” Mr. Isam nodded.

Sharti stood up, put his palms on Mr. Isam's forehead, and gave him some blessings - not like the visible blessings of Baki, of course, but just a simple ritual.

Or a blessing in the heart.

Before he left, Mr. Isam suddenly said, "By the way, the child is still out there… do you need me to take her back? I think the kid's a little weird. Do you want to take care of him for a few days? ”

Sharti had to say: "The kid can't leave me and the nanny too far away... it's okay, I'll find her later. ”

Mr. Isam doesn't know what it really means to not be able to leave too far, to think that this child would be upset if he didn't see anybody - it would have been upset enough… at the village clinic.

“Well, call me if you need anything else.” Mr. Isam nodded: “I will follow. ”

A good man.

Sharti looked behind Uncle Isam's departure and thought silently in his heart.

Good man, you will get good reward... that's what the old nurse always said.

……

Smoking was not allowed inside the hospital, but it was clear that Mr. Isaam was a smoker, so he left the lobby and when he arrived in the parking lot outside, Mr. Isaam lit a cigarette and smoked it.

Spit out the smoke for a long time, Mr. Isaam measured the sky… it should be late when he returns to the village. The child's condition had improved and the old nurse had returned, and Mr. Isam suddenly felt immensely satisfied.

He suddenly wanted to eat his wife's soup.

He walked towards the parking lot, but only a few steps away, and Mr. Isam saw Lucifer sitting on a bench in the parking lot.

Does this kid seem to have been sitting here all along?

Mr. Isaam frowned and subconsciously walked towards the child - he listened to the child in the village clinic and always felt that it was not something a little girl could say… so cold that it forced people into the desperate state of their minds.

It's just that all of a sudden, Lucifer sitting there slowly raised his head... half raised his little head, his eyes could just see it, and a weird smile on his face.

Mr. Isam suddenly had a creepy feeling in his heart… the child should have smiled innocently, but instead looked so terrible on the child.

“What the hell is going on with this kid...”

He even had to strike a chill, his hands trembling, and the cigarette stuck in his finger suddenly dropped on the ground… Mr. Isam returned to God, secretly surprised himself by such a small child.

Mr. Isam shook his head, mocked himself, and bent down to pick up the cigarette butt, but at this moment he felt only a tingle coming from behind his back.

After a moment, again - the pain of tearing twice in a row!

Mr. Isam's pupils opened instantly and screamed, but he was strong enough to barely support him, even if attacked. Mr. Isam waved his hand toward his back and swept it so hard it seemed to have swept something.

He painfully covered himself in the back of his waist, some of his footsteps stood unstable - his back was obviously stabbed with a knife, and he was still two knives... bleeding straight at the moment.

And Mr. Isaac saw who attacked him!

A man with a distorted, hazy face filled with despair, fear, panic, wearing patient clothes… about 25 or 6 years old.

And he had this little knife in his hand, and there was obvious red blood on the blade.

“What do you want to do! Why did you attack me?” Mr. Isam roared angrily at the man, causing him to kneel on his knees and sweat.

“I don't want to die... I don't want to die...”

Yet the patient's youth seemed to hear Mr. Isam's outrage. At this time, he was just shaking his body, bowing his head and talking to himself, "I don't want to die... I'm so young... why... why... why..."

“You bastard...” Mr. Isam frowned painfully, at this time he needed help, he needed to stop the bleeding, and he needed someone to stop this mentally insane man patient, "Who, help! Help!! ”

Pff--!

Suddenly, the patient's man suddenly lowered his head and rushed again at Mr. Isam with a knife in his hand - this time directly into Mr. Isam's abdomen.

Mr. Isaam's gaze was enormous, enormous and enormous.

The man's patient's knife suddenly pulled out, stabbed in again, and suddenly pulled out again - with a smile of despair and riot on his face, "Why me! Why me... why I have AIDS, why! I don't want to die... you all go to hell! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!! Die, die, die, die! ”

He kept tears and laughed, “Die, die! Die! ”

Mr. Isam eventually fell into a bloodbath and someone screamed at the moment in the parking lot, and then several hurried over and pressed the mad man to the ground.

Isaac now just feels his body cold and his gaze is a little blurred, and he seems to have seen Sharti just walking out of the parking lot entrance.

Sharti covered his mouth, opened his eyes and ran towards himself quickly… he looked unconsciously at the child sitting on the bench.

He found the child still smiling weirdly at him. Suddenly, Mr. Isam understood what that smile meant.

Despair.

“Mr. Isaac! Mr. Isaac! Sir!! Help! Somebody... Anybody, help! ”

Sharti rushed over and cried with a bloody Mr. Isam in his arms.

Isam's lips moved at this point, seemed to want to say something, but eventually, without a word, he passed out.

……

The sky has completely turned black, the parking lot looks cool, and Lucifer is still sitting here alone, looking up at the stars in the sky and feeling good.

Suddenly, Sharti slowly walked in and her right hand held the elbow of her left hand tightly and came to Lucifer.

Sharti was pale, "The doctor said that Mr. Isam had many knives in his heart… the treatment was ineffective. ”

“Oh, really?” Lucifer calmly said, “That's a shame, obviously such a good man. A heart of integrity and kindness, unfortunately, unfortunately. But the moment the glow disappears in front of you, it's really a pleasure. ”

Charlotte looked at Lucifer, her eyes never blinked and her voice was low: “The killer heard that he was an AIDS patient and had been treated for a long time, but it was ineffective and eventually insane, generating the idea of vengeance on society. ”

“Isn't this common? It's no big deal.” Lucifer shrugged.

“It's you, isn't it...” Charlotte asked suddenly.

Lucifer didn't talk, he just looked up at Chartie.

Charlotte came up like a switch had been turned on and grabbed Lucifer's shirt collar with her hands, screaming, "Is that you? It's you, isn't it? You did it, didn't you? You did it!! It's you!!!! ”

The tightly strapped collar contracted Lucifer's neck skin, but she still looked at Shirty with no expression, and said indifferently: “I said, did you see it? ”

“It's you!! When you were in the village clinic, you almost collapsed the doctor with your language... YOU!! You devil!!! ”

“I am the devil.” Lucifer sneered at this moment: “Always was, didn't you already know... and, answer me, did you see what I did? ”

“Except you!!” Sharti screamed painfully.

“Besides me...” Lucifer said softly: “Yeah, besides me. Well, think of me as the real killer. Anyway, isn't man already used to setting himself a goal and releasing all his sorrow and anger? It happens to be me... a demon, it's perfect, isn't it? However..."

Lucifer suddenly squinted his eyes and shouted: "Your God, do you allow this... to anger. ”

Sharti suddenly raised her hand.

Lucifer bluntly said, "Oh, and violence, right? ”

Sharti's body trembled suddenly, her arms stiffened and she shivered. She bit her lips and looked at Lucifer's childish naive but ruthless eyes and suddenly fell on her knees.

“Tell me...” Shirtie grabbed Lucifer's collar again and buried her head inside, "Tell me... why! Why… Mr. Isam is clearly such a good person… Why, why! ”

“Who... tell me!! ”

“Who told you, good people don't die.” Lucifer whispered to her: "This is the human world, not the church where you've been staying with only Holy Light and Maria… this is the reality. ”

Sharti releases her hands helplessly and then sits paralyzed on the floor.