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Stephen was shivering, not because of the cold, although it was true that it was not warm in the female painter's studio, nor because of fear, he was not at all afraid of this aging,

The old man, bony and crushable, shivered because of a tingling sensation running down his spine, because the palms of his sweaty hands were as cold as the iron bars outside in winter.

He didn't understand why this old man could sit here and talk leisurely and softly about how he killed people. It is hatred and death.How majestic and wise Constance looked, and who could have imagined that there was a poisonous snake in her inner lair?

"I still stick to my idea." Stephen said slowly, "You have no right to judge them, and neither does Bernus, even if those people are not worth living. No one has such a right." Julian reached out and held Stephen down knee.

Constance smiled.

"Then what has the right? The law? The law just ignores the murderers. The Last Judgment? That's too long. I can't wait until then, and I'm sure I'll be the judge myself. So before the ignorant law has time to intervene, or before the anxious Doomsday, I have to get it over with."

"Have you never considered forgiving them?" Julian asked.

The female painter's lips twitched suddenly, and after a while, she spit out a few words: "Forgiveness is wishful thinking and deceit."

"But I think...!" Stephen stopped.

What he thinks it means for Constance's murdered lover and her ruined life.

Nothing he feels, nothing he does can make up for what she has lost.A whiteness appeared before his eyes, the color of time that had long since stagnated, the color of past days that had lost all their colors—the color of the white lion.

"Madame Marmet," began Julien, "does your plan of revenge end with Mihail Bouilly?"

"I think you would very much like me to say 'yes,'" she said with a gleam of joy in her eyes, "but unfortunately, the answer is 'no.'"

"How many more? Who are they?" Julian raised his voice.

"You think you can save them?" Constance sneered. "Heroism is a very bad thing. Indeed, a hero will save people, but when he saves one person, ten people have fallen behind him." Corpse."

"I don't want to be a hero." Julian snorted, "I know it's impossible to save people from Bernus, but I can remind them that this may give them hope of escaping the control of dreams."

"Whether to make the dream disappear is Bernus's business, and it is his business to decide who can continue to live, just like he didn't kill you or Stephen. I enjoy the fun of revenge, and Bernus has his own fun .”

"Oh! You two lunatics!" Stephen growled.

Constance glanced at him, said, "You too," and closed her eyes, seemingly tired.Julian stared at her, noting that Constance suddenly looked much thinner than she had been a few months ago, her skin had become pale and shriveled, her hair was thin and brittle, and her fingers looked more like shriveled corpse bones.Is it because vengeance wears her down?Or... Julian was taken aback.

"Are you dying, Madame Malmey?" he cried.

The female artist slowly opened her eyes. "It's very rude of you to talk like that."

"The reason why Theoros and Bouyil died so close is because you knew you were going to die, so you sped up your plan."

Constance nodded.

"You guessed it right, I probably only have a few days or a few hours to live, but don't think that the plan is over when I die, and Bernus will continue to implement it." She grinned and laughed silently.

Julian turned and grabbed Stephen's arm and said to him, "Call Dr. Hostatova quickly."

"No!" roared Constance. "No doctor, no her! She can't save me."

Seeing Stephen walk out of the room, Julian looked back at the female painter.

"We don't want to save you, we just want you to live a few more days so we can tell us who's left in your revenge plan."

Constance gave him a look as if she were looking at a lifeless stone, then she turned her head and continued to look out the window at the rough bark of the bohenian maple.

Julian and Stephen had carried Constance upstairs to the bedroom before Dr. Hostatova and his assistant Nikolai arrived immediately after receiving the call.

To Julian's surprise, however, the painter did not protest their behavior, and in fact obediently let them carry herself upstairs.

Maybe she didn't see the need to protest, Julian thought, or maybe she already knew that no matter what we did to her, the result would be the same.We can save her, we can torture her otherwise, but no pleasure or pain means much to a dying person.

The female doctor's examination was careful and quick, and then she asked Julian and Stephen to follow her to the studio downstairs.

"I'm afraid to say there's no hope for her," she said. "From my examination and from the medical certificate from her personal physician that Ms. A few hours later, maybe a few days later, but no longer."

"She didn't look too distressed," Stephen said.

"Her personal doctor prescribed a lot of painkillers, which I think might be a bit against the rules, but at least she didn't feel the physical pain. But her body was exhausted."

"What are you going to do?" Julian asked.

Renee shrugged. "Maybe I will change the type of painkiller for her. The original one is not very effective for her. I hope she can pass these last few days peacefully." Renee paused, staring at them, Say, "I think you can help me."

Both Julian and Stephen were surprised. "We don't know anything about medicine."

"It's not a medical thing. I don't know why you're here, but you're helping because Ms. Malmay doesn't seem to be going to tell anyone she's going to die. When I checked, she seemed Very unhappy."

Julian and Stephen glanced at each other.They knew exactly how the female painter's unhappiness came about, but obviously they couldn't tell Renee.

"When I said unhappy, I didn't mean she was afraid of death, nor was it physical pain. I think..." Renee frowned. "She seemed to be angry."

"Are you sure?" Julian asked.

"Yes, I've seen all kinds of patients, but Ms. Malmey...is special."

"So you want us to make her feel happier?"

The female doctor nodded.

"Because I don't think she resists you. Marme has no relatives, so I think she will be very lonely. Try to make her happy. I come three times a day, and Nicola will be with you."

After speaking, she left.

On the way from Marme's house to the clinic, Dr. Renee Hostatova kept thinking about the strange things that had just happened during the examination.

Generally speaking, the patient would accept the kind and friendly doctor. She felt that she had done a good job today and carefully avoided touching the patient's sensitive nerves, but Ms. Malmey was still full of hostility towards her.

Renee clearly remembered that when she grabbed Marme's wrist, Marme dodged like an electric shock.

It's really weird, I'm just checking, not trying to harm her.

Of course, Renee thought, Marme was an artist, and that kind of person's mind did sometimes differ from that of the general public.

But I never offended her.Ms. Malmey has her own doctor, so she never visits the infirmary.They rarely even spoke to each other.Then where did the hatred in Marme's eyes come from?

With these questions circling in her mind, Renee walked slowly back to the infirmary, and when she opened the door, she found that the door was locked. At this moment, she remembered that the female nurse should go to Mrs. Banin's house, so she took out her key to open the door.

She opened the door and stepped in, but the moment her feet touched the floor of the room, the light disappeared and everything around her fell into darkness, not even the darkness you see when you close your eyes or at night, Because they all have a weak sense of light, the darkness Renee is in now seems to be the loneliest and most remote corner of the universe. There is no light, no strands of electromagnetic waves, only the empty things that seem to be before the formation of the universe.Her heart sank as darkness fell.