The intuition of crisis can only tell the existence of the crisis, but cannot solve the crisis, just like Lani did not save her mother in the first place.
Her mother died at a group "party", and Rani clearly felt the existence of the crisis, but unfortunately her mother didn't care about her words, or maybe it wasn't that she didn't care, but she just couldn't bear it. After all, the guests were generous and saved money for her. Planning to leave helps a lot.
The person in charge of the "party" didn't even bother to check whether the men and women who served as "props" were alive or dead, and just threw them away like rags. It took Lani a long time to remove her mother from the pile of corpses that looked like corpses or were really corpses. Find it among people.
Lani always couldn't figure out why she left the Red Theater after her mother died. After all, when she left, hunger and cold accompanied her, even though she was a born "criminal". Even when she grew up to be a young girl, she also suffered the same things her mother had encountered back then, and she was still as incapable of resisting as her mother was, even though her intuition of crisis was still sensitive.
The Suniya Sea is a chaotic place. Those Loen people who think they are superior to others are dirty and cruel, but regard these as privileges; those so-called docile locals are pious and ignorant, and regard being stained with blood as a privilege for the so-called "Sea God". Honor; and there are some people who don't care about these things, they just want to turn the world into an abyss.
Lani jumped off the edge of the reef, feeling the salty and wet seawater flooding her mouth and nose. She couldn't help but tug at the corners of her mouth silently. She was actually no different from those people now.
What her mother insisted on had long been proven to be just inexplicable and helpless expectations, and more than once she felt that she actually believed that what her mother said at some point was just youthful innocence.
The people my mother expected were devout and ignorant, weak and incompetent, no less than the most desperate prostitutes in the Red Theater, as if they had been lying in the grave since birth, just waiting for the last soil to fill them. .
Mother never recognized this, but she should.
Lani tried her best to avoid the current rushing towards the reef and prevent herself from hitting the reef with the waves. The ships in the port not far away were in sight, and the sense of crisis in her heart gradually disappeared.
Miscellaneous memories kept popping up in Lani's mind. She took a deep breath and swam towards the ship not far away.
...
"It seems that Ms. Rani doesn't want to see me." Agnes said in a low voice while looking at the waves under the reef.
"The most important thing is that you just gave up the chance to catch her." Nightingale's voice rang in Agnes's ears.
Agnes couldn't help but smile helplessly. She looked at the dark flowers with a cold luster in her palm. She sighed and put her spirituality into it. The dark flowers slowly shrank and grew in reverse, gradually turning into pitch black. Seed.
"A growing desire for rage,"
"The owner of this desire should not have any expectations beyond the abyss, but the candlelight soaked in the sewage used itself to illuminate the surrounding environment. Unfortunately, the surroundings are still dark."
Agnes's mind quickly scanned this piece of information, and the content inside made her frown, and then she stopped injecting the spiritual energy into this seed.
The pitch-black seeds in front of me almost instantly grew back into pitch-black flowers with a cold luster. A bit of gray-black mist also escaped from inside and wrapped around the flowers.
Agnes raised her eyebrows and injected some spirituality into it again. The dark flower once again turned into a dark seed in Agnes' hands.
Agnes waited for a moment and stopped injecting spirituality into it.
"Maybe I shouldn't let her go," Agnes looked at the seeds of the dark flower in her hand and was silent for a while before speaking out, "She is a little special."
"You just had some human pity for her," Nightingale said. "I don't think what you just did can make any difference. I believe you can always see her if you want."
"As a human pity," Agnes repeated with a chuckle, then shook her head and said, "No, just because I didn't think it was necessary before."
"Since she has made her choice," Agnes whispered in a calm voice, "then her choice should be respected."
"Pure flowers can indeed grow from the mud, but more often than not"
"She didn't get the mercy she deserved when she needed mercy in the past, and it's a joke to try to give her mercy now when she no longer needs mercy."
Agnes said in an almost mocking tone.
"She is not Xiao Minuo, Xiao Minuo is confused, and Lani..." Agnes paused, and then continued: "Lani is full of anger, even..."
Agnes stopped her words hesitantly and said in a somewhat doubtful tone: "I'm a little curious about the origin of her 'criminal' characteristics..."
"I always feel like I see someone who looks like her somewhere..."
…
"Byam."
The Loen boy in a black formal suit was carrying a suitcase and looking towards the noisy dock. The afterglow of the setting sun cast a veil-like shadow on the horizon.
"Mr. Dreiser..." A typical Loen man with deep features, wheat-colored skin, and thick limbs stepped forward and saluted the young man, and said slightly excitedly.
"Anthony." Dreiser nodded and responded in a low voice.
"We have already contacted the hotel for you." Anthony took the suitcase from Dreiser's hand and said to Dreiser with a smile.
"Okay," Dreiser did not stop Anthony's movements. He nodded calmly and took the lead, "About my purpose of coming here..."
"I'm ready for you," Anthony smiled and nodded, walking to Dreiser's side. "That lady didn't try very hard to cover her whereabouts..."
He paused for a moment, and then said to Agnes with some excitement: "The hotel I arranged for you is the same hotel where she and her companions stayed."
Dreiser paused for a moment, turned his head and looked at Anthony, "Have you contacted that lady?"
"We are waiting for your decision." Anthony looked at Dreiser seriously and said.
Dreiser used a little strength in his hand holding the cane, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Although it is a little presumptuous," Dreiser said slowly, "we should have called on that lady earlier."
"Tomorrow, as long as she is here," Dreiser's voice became a little thicker, and the hand holding the cane revealed blue veins, "we will go."
