A photograph was thrown down by the assassin. It fell first on Villefort's shoulder, and then spun to the ground.
Although Villefort's eyes were a little swollen, with the weak candlelight, he still recognized the scene in the photo at a glance - it was November 4615, when the young he and Alvira were in the hospital ward, and he hugged Alvira. Holding Alvira's shoulders, a small baby was swaddled in their arms.
"Tomorrow morning, when the sun rises, this picture will be sprinkled on the main road in Tan Yi...and then it will be over."
Villefort raised his head again, wrinkles covered his forehead, and his facial features were twisted together unexpectedly.
"Why this expression," the assassin's voice said with a smile, "I have already said I will not kill you, are you unhappy?"
"Alvira is innocent...she...knows nothing..."
"Then she will know everything soon." The assassin said softly, "Everything that happened in the Palace of Rohan, the crimes you once concealed from her and let go... The police will find out one by one."
Villefort shook his head vigorously, "Danglars deceived me... Danglars deceived me. They just used me as a cover. The whole thing, from beginning to end, I didn't, at all -"
Villefort's voice stopped suddenly, and the lower half of his face was suddenly pinched tightly by the assassin.
"Villefort," the assassin's black mask slowly approached, "you and them are basically two sides of the same coin."
Villefort finally understood.
Today, it is meaningless for him to defend everything he has done. The onlookers surrounding his mansion have already opened their mouths, just waiting for the smell of blood to drift over, and they will swarm forward. , tear him apart.
The assassins only need to drop a photo, and they will fill in the rest of the story - and even make up more sensational speculations...
Everyone was dead and he wouldn't have any witnesses.
"...Can you change the photo?" Villefort asked suddenly.
"What to change?"
"I should still have a few photos of me and the child alone," Villefort murmured, "Don't bring... my wife, she... shouldn't be implicated."
Under the candlelight, the assassin chuckled, "It's so touching. Actually, I don't have to distribute the photos."
Villefort's eyes suddenly brightened. He looked up again, and the candle flame not far away flickered in his eyes.
The assassin got up and walked towards another exit of the secret room. Before leaving, she turned back.
"It depends on your sincerity, Duke."
…
When the door to the inner bedroom opened again, Sophie stood up and ran over quickly.
"Uncle! Mr. Shepherd came here just now and asked if you were okay. He also wanted to come in and take a look. It really scared me to death. Fortunately, I blocked him at the door and told him that you--"
Sophie's whispers stopped the moment she saw Villefort.
His face had lost all color, but it was not as pale as when he was frightened. This slightly weathered face was now gray and devoid of any brilliance.
"Uncle...?"
Villefort came to his senses, smiled at Sophie, and took back the ring.
"I'm fine," he whispered, "I... feel better already."
"You look really haggard...have you been crying?"
"Oh, yes."
Sophie reluctantly calmed down and breathed a sigh of relief, "It feels better if I cry...I always feel like this too."
"Thank you, Sophie...go back and rest."
Sophie walked to the door and couldn't help but turn around, "Uncle."
"What's wrong?"
"No matter how serious or terrible things are," Sophie looked at him, "they will pass."
Villefort smiled silently.
"How about Joey and I come to see you tomorrow morning? Let's have breakfast together."
"good."
The door closed again, and the original dead silence returned to the room.
He turned off all the lights in the house and heard the strong wind and heavy rain outside the window.
In the wind and rain, Villefort held his head and cried for a while, then slumped with his head raised, and he got up from time to time, pacing around the room with his hair, and finally returned to the table.
He looked at the fading shadows on the curtains - dawn was coming.
Villefort looked at the window in fear. After a night of fierce fighting, he felt almost exhausted. His tears had dried up and he no longer had the energy to think about other things.
The morning after the rain is so quiet. The continuous dripping rain, the singing of birds in the morning and the slightest sound of wind are full of vitality. The sunlight penetrates the light mist, and the newborn sun shines on every part of the earth without distinction. Around the corner, the world is waking up again.
Hesta stayed up all night, holding her arms and looking at the clock on the wall.
The sun had already risen. She frowned and looked at the watch on her hand. At this moment, a gunshot rang out.
On this quiet morning, the shot was no less than a thunderclap.
Almost at the same moment, Hesta heard the sound of a mercury needle breaking through the window. She heard some intense conversations, followed by screams and crying...
These noisy human voices were like the sound of nature in her ears, and Hesta fell on the bed with a smile - all the pain turned into a cloud of smoke at this moment, because the villains who had made her gnash her teeth in the middle of the night were all gone. Got the fate they deserved.
Mother.
it's over.
This is our justice, and I have realized it with my own hands.
There will be no more nightmares.
I can finally... sleep peacefully.
Tears slowly flowed from Hesta's eyes, each drop soaked with unspeakable joy.
…
After preliminary on-site evidence collection, Alvira was allowed to enter her and Villefort's room.
Villefort himself has been transported away for rescue. Sophie said that the medical equipment inside the mercury needle is very advanced and the person can definitely be saved. But after seeing the scene, Alvira already understood everything.
—Villefort shot from the side, the bullet passing through his brain.
No one can be saved.
There was a small pool of blood on the ground next to the desk, which was not even as severe as when Villefort cut his wrist yesterday.
Alvira stood beside it and looked at it for a moment.
On the table lies Villefort's diary.
She stumbled forward and opened the pages. The first half of the book recorded his life in the past six months. Just this past summer, they went to the southern coast for vacation together. In early autumn, they went to Kerry. Stay at Ye Farm and take a walk on the uninhabited paths covered with sycamore leaves...
Now all this is like a big dream, suddenly drifting away.
Unconsciously, Alvira turned to the last page of the diary.
The entire length of the diary is filled with messy short sentences——
"I didn't do anything!"
"I didn't do anything..."
"I didn't do anything!!"
They are written with such force that every sentence is like a cry.
Alvira's fingertips lightly brushed them, and suddenly, she found a line of small words in the corner. They were scrawled and had been blurred by tears.
"I'm sorry about that."
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