Hans didn't struggle. He even felt that being strangled to death by Sisibi was an outcome he deserved.
Pictures began to appear in his mind, from today, yesterday, and even longer ago.
He wanted to know why he ended up in this situation, and he desperately searched for the reason.
When she was young, Sisibi was a quiet girl, so fragile that he wanted to hold her in his hands.
After getting married, Sisibi was a hard-working wife, and they worked hard together, hoping to gain more from the fields.
After the child was born, Sisibi became a melancholic mother. She longed for food and clothing and the days of three meals a day.
Later, Sisibi became a resentful woman who could only sigh all day long. She no longer cared about the banker in the field, because in her opinion, as long as gold did not grow in the field, she would not be able to live as well as her no matter how hard she worked. A longing for life.
So Hans sold himself to the princess and became an executioner.
As the days improved, Sisibi's desire was satisfied, but that satisfaction was short-lived, and melancholy reappeared on her face.
Today, she actually said that she wanted peace.
"Are you at peace? That thing has been sold by me, in exchange for the life you have always wanted!
If you know that you are satisfied, then there will be no quarrel today. If there is no quarrel today, then I will wait at home for my son to get the wine back. I will drink the glass of wine as usual and go to bed as usual.
The one who really killed my son was you! "
Hans grabbed Sisibi's hands, and the powerful force allowed him to pull away the hands that were holding his throat in an instant. His eyes were full of anger, but tears kept pouring out.
He kept shaking his fists until Sisibi's roar turned into a wail, and the wail became breathless, and finally fell into silence.
He looked at Sisibi, who was not breathing and her face was covered with blood, sitting silently on the ground. He grabbed his hair and kept pulling it. Something choked his throat, making him unable to make a sound.
After a long time, he carried Sisibi onto the bed, carefully wiped the blood from her face, put on clean clothes, and folded her hands on her chest.
After doing all this, Hans sighed and left home.
Sanz called him from behind, but he turned a deaf ear.
Valeera asked about Sisibi's condition, and he just responded lightly, "She is asleep."
Beside the well, a small coffin was parked there, and everyone was moving Hans' son into the coffin. They were all confused and had mixed opinions.
Some people said that they were going to Hans's house to get dry clothes for the child; some said that it was not necessary, since the coffin would have to be carried to Hans' house for two days anyway; some were holding coffin nails, which were neither nails nor nails, and were holding up hammers. Waiting for people to clamor for a result.
None of them noticed Hans walking silently by.
The gallows in Temple Square was empty except for two rope loops swinging in the breeze.
A crow landed on one of the rope loops, its head swaying and looking at passers-by.
Hans walked up to the gallows and selected the loop on which the crow had landed.
He first took out a rope and tied it to the pull rod, then drove the crow away and put the rope loop around his neck.
He looked up at the sky and muttered to himself.
"What on earth have I been doing in my life..."
He closed his eyes and pulled the rope suddenly. The lever was pulled and the door under his feet was opened.
With a clicking sound, Hans, whose cervical vertebra was broken, opened his eyes in horror.
He felt a hot stream of heat crawling up and down his spine, like whippings from hell.
The people around looked here, some of them were frightened, some ran to this side, and some shouted loudly.
Among the dozen or so people, he saw a short figure wearing a gray hood. She was holding a satchel and smiling at him.
"The daughter of the Holman family!? What is her name? No, that's not right... Why did my son want to drink that glass of wine? Why did his son go to the well to drink that glass of wine!?
is her! is her! "
Hans looked at the figure angrily. He wanted to struggle and cut his son's murderer into pieces, but now he couldn't even move his fingers.
Not only could he not feel the existence of his body, but his consciousness gradually became blurred. Eventually, his consciousness became so blurred that he could not even hold on to his hatred, and nothing was left.
Vivian looked at the man who hanged herself on the gallows in shock, and muttered in disbelief: "What...what about this man? Did he hang himself?"
Schliemann did not expect such a thing to happen. He looked at the people who were trying to free the man and murmured: "Is this... a way of confessing his crimes by some means?
Hiss...that's not right, just repent, why should you die..."
Vivian wanted to step forward to see what was going on, but was held back by Schliemann.
"We know enough, let's get down to business."
Vivian turned her gaze to the door of the Hectors Temple. She nodded and said, "I'm afraid no one is there. People are dead at the door, but no one came out to take a look."
Schliemann rolled his eyes and said: "Putting the gallows at the entrance of the temple, isn't it commonplace for them to die?
Okay, forget about that, remember, we are wanderers from North County, hoping to obtain forgiveness from God Hector through the bishop.
Be smart after entering. We have no idea about their rituals or teachings.
I don't want my day to go to waste. "
The two walked towards the temple gate, turning a deaf ear to the commotion on the side.
The temple of the Hector Cult has many windows, but the lighting effect is still not good because the glass is colored and dark.
The altar is facing the door, with many candles of different sizes and thickness placed on it.
There were scattered people sitting on the benches in front of the temple. They held hands and lowered their heads, praying to the frowning statue of Hector above the altar.
Vivian followed suit. She also clasped her hands, closed her eyes, and even looked a little confused and expectant on her face.
Schliemann believed that if she were in his own world, Vivian would definitely be a good actress. Her micro-expression control was much better than that of some of the heroines in the movie that he remembered.
He also wanted to follow the same example, but after carefully looking around, he found that all the people praying in the temple were women.
In many theological religions, men and women pray in different ways. Schliemann did not dare to imitate them rashly, so he had to lower his head, half-close his eyes, and say nothing.
He was looking forward to someone leaving, so that Vivian could come forward to talk as a believer and get more information about the Hectors Cult.
But they sat there for half an hour and no one left. These praying women seemed to have this as their job, and they devoted themselves wholeheartedly to it.
Just when Schliemann's patience was about to run out, a rich voice sounded from behind him.
"My child, why do you not reveal your feelings to the god Hector?"
