The scene of the massacre was no place for little Lorna to stay for too long. Salomon didn't like Athena's gentle Spartan education, but he persisted. He just thought that little Lorna and the children in the orphanage might not need to accept such rigorous courses. It was not that he had ever objected, but Athena could always render him speechless.
"Do you want to protect her?" The goddess of wisdom didn't even look at him. "Can you protect her in this extremely dangerous world for the rest of her life? Why do you think I teach them martial arts? Just to let them have more experience in this world. The right to speak! Survival is the most important thing. Only the capable people in this world are qualified to speak. If you keep them away from fighting, you are depriving them of the right to live. Among the children I educate, there is no one who hides under the table and screams. Not one. So let little Lorna try and at least stop shaking her hands when she sees dead people."
Little Lorna looked like she was about to vomit, and Salomon quickly lifted the thin girl out like a briefcase under her arm. The smell of blood is unpleasant, but at least you don't puke at the murder scene, that would be too bad. Don't forget to bring your pistol. We will have shooting practice later. If Athena said to kill a mouse, then she must kill a mouse.
"Don't vomit here, you definitely don't want Minerva to see what you look like now." Salomon sighed. Little Lorna's skin was very cold in the sweltering summer, and the impact of the massacre was still too much for her. "Remember Minerva's best friend? The painter who lived in Hell's Kitchen and then hooked up with the rich man. You must have an impression. I have never seen such a stream of consciousness painting. Vanessa, remember? That's the one on the canvas. The one with the white paint on it. Let's go find her and she can give you a glass of lemonade."
Vanessa was very hospitable. She not only gave Salomon and little Lorna lemonade, but also gave little Lorna an ice towel. "Minerva told me that you were admitted to Oxford. Congratulations, Salomon." She sat on the sofa and picked up a towel to wipe little Lorna's forehead. It made little Lorna look a lot better. Vanessa said, "Little Lorna came to me for oil painting classes, but unlike you, I don't think she has much talent in this area."
“None of us have much talent for abstract art.”
"vomit--"
"Oh my God!" Vanessa yelled first, then she quickly patted little Lorna on the back and wiped away the vomit with a towel. Her movements were gentle, but little Lorna still raised her head and glanced at Salomon with red eyes. She felt ashamed of herself. Vanessa obviously noticed too.
"Why is that?" she asked, "Where did you take her? Don't try to lie to me, I can smell blood."
"Just passing by a murder scene."
"where?"
Salomon didn't answer. Vanessa glared at him.
"It's none of my business that the police care where people die. People die every day in Hell's Kitchen, it's nothing unusual," she said. "What I care about is that you let such a young child see those things. She is now How old is she? She hasn't even gone to high school yet..."
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"How's the talk going?"
"Not good." Harold Finch sat in front of his computer again and breathed a long sigh of relief. It felt better to be back under the air conditioning, but his neck was still stiff and the stinging pain still hadn't abandoned him. He blinked and tried his best to cheer up his dizzy head. His palms groped on the table, especially under the folders, hoping to hit something round.
"Looking for this?" Harold Finch stiffened when he heard the sound of the pill bottles colliding. Mr. Reese pushed the wheelchair over and shook the orange vial. "OxyContin, Finch." Mr. Reese put the bottle into Finch's hand and said in his usual light voice, "You have already taken it. Don't overdose."
"I need it, Mr. Reese," Harold Finch sighed. He took off his glasses, opened the medicine bottle, and poured out the white pills. "You only need one piece, I will control the dosage."
"Great, can I listen to your conversation?" Mr. Reese's forehead wrinkled. "Officer Carter is going crazy. The workload of the homicide unit is exaggerated. Do you think we need to tell her about the crimes she committed?" Who is that person? 'Let that guy kill some scum, I won't arrest him, he makes our job much easier', guess who said this?"
"Detective Fusco? At least you sound like it."
"Yes. Officer Carter wants to catch Cassel. She wants Cassel to go to court. She thinks if this continues, sooner or later innocent people will be caught in the crossfire. She thinks we must know who the murderer is. "
"She's right. But it's too dangerous for the police, Mr. Reese, who can take out twenty people at once. They need SWAT, they need the assistance of the Secret Service, and they need the in-depth investigation of the District Attorney's Office. This is not Let the New York City government have a headache if it can be solved by one or two people. We will try to reach an agreement with Frank Cassell and let him solve the criminals in a more humane way to prevent innocent people from being harmed. Otherwise, I would rather To remind him of his goal.
It's the only thing we can do, in this desperate city where any good guy could pick up a gun and use violence to solve problems. Until you heal, keep Officer Carter and Fusco away from this danger. They have their dirty cop business to deal with. "
"Oh, by the way." Harold Finch handed the potion given by Salomon to his partner. Facing Reese's confused look, Finch explained the purpose of this thing. Finally, he added his own opinion: "This looks like a potion brewed by lizards and bats. I'm sure it doesn't taste very good."
"How come you only think of such an important thing now?"
"Sorry, the headache is taking over my brain."
"Whatever." Rise pulled out the cork and drank the potion in one gulp.
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It was already very late when Salomon and little Lorna returned to Athena's apartment. Vanessa was overzealous and insisted not to let Salomon drive, but took them both back to Athena herself, and then had a big quarrel with Athena over little Lorna's situation.
Salomon did not participate in women's quarrels. He opened the car door and got into the driver's seat. He was about to start the car but stopped.
"Hello, Agent Coulson, you look terrible," he said.
"Yeah, someone who's been dead for several days must look bad." Agent Coulson tried his best to use his sense of humor when facing Salomon, although it was useless. "I know about Tahiti."
"You died, and then you were resurrected, and then what?" Salomon turned his head and looked at Agent Coulson, whose face was half submerged in the darkness. He said without hesitation, "If you want to ask something, just call."
"You know what they did to me, right?" Agent Coulson acted calmly, but in fact he was not as calm as he showed. A few days ago, without Salomon's knowledge, Agent Coulson was kidnapped by a group of people in exchange for the child of one of his Centipede warriors who had been recruited. The gang is following the instructions of a man named "Clairy" who wants to figure out the secret of Coulson's resurrection.
Agent Coulson outlined the experience to Salomon.
At that time, Agent Coulson also had doubts about his memory. He accepted the torture of the organization as a matter of course and relied on some kind of brain-stimulating device to recall what happened after his death. Immediately afterwards, he saw a scene that he was unwilling to accept - while he was still alive, his skull was removed, and a sophisticated instrument was wielding mechanical arms and needles to release electric current into his brain. Repeatedly stimulating the currently active part of his brain.
It was an excellent brainwashing device, but the prerequisite was that the memory being erased must be the current memory, so Agent Coulson had to stay awake throughout the process and watch himself accept this inhuman torture.
Even after being rescued, he did not tell any of his team members about his experience.
"I don't know how you view death, Agent Coulson." Salomon said seriously, "But I always think you don't need brainwashing. My magic doesn't provide much help during the resurrection process, because I didn't summon your soul. Nick Fury didn't know this, he always thought I summoned your soul."
"Does resurrection require a soul?"
"must."
"Then how did I survive? I don't think GH-325 has an effect on the soul. It is a drug for treating serious injuries."
"Of course the blood of the rotten Kree is not that powerful. The Kree's physique is only slightly better than that of humans, and wounds heal easily. Remember what I said in the past, Agent Coulson?" Salomon smiled. , "Although we don't interfere too much in secular affairs, you can save the world. Even if you go to hell, we have to save you."
