Chapter 60 Sixty. The **** here is empty

   "Mr. Exorcist, you said... is this girl going to forgive them?"

   The girl raised her head, revealing two lines of terrifying blood and tears on her face, and smiled sadly.

   "Why forgive?"

  Lu Li did not ask her how she knew her identity, nor did she pay any attention to the strong malice that seemed to be real. He raised a finger, fell to the ground, and pointed down.

   "Hell is empty here."

   The dark circle above the girl's head seemed to devour everything around her, surging maliciously. This scene seemed familiar, and the dark ghost under the library used to be like this - but the girl standing here was even more resentful.

   "Shouldn't you stop me, as an exorcist."

  Blood eyes stared at Lu Li, she seemed to hate everything in this world-including Lu Li in front of her.

  Another way of saying: She was looking for a reason to shoot at Lu Li.

   A poor girl. Even if she was bullied to death and turned into a wraith who could do whatever she wanted... she was still trying to stick to a certain creed of her own.

  Anna sensed the hostility surging in the air, and puffed up her breath like a cat's fur, ready to fight back.

"You're right, I'm an exorcist, so I can't ignore it." Lu Li nodded calmly, and suddenly turned his head to Anna, who was facing the enemy: "We didn't see anything, the lonely and strange Luli Detective Agency has not been seen until now. Not a single guest was welcomed."

   "Huh?" Anna's breath stagnated, and she tilted her head stupidly.

  Lu Li had turned his head and said to Michelia, "She agreed."

   "Are you sympathizing with me?" The girl's unstable aura continued to climb. The black abomination of abomination gradually changed from illusory to solid.

   "If you need sympathy, then I'm sympathizing. If you think sympathy is unbearable, then I'm just doing what I need to do." Lu Li replied.

   "...You are a smart and good person." Michelia's beautiful cheeks gradually softened, her breath no longer aimed at Lu Li, she smiled miserably: "But why didn't I meet you earlier."

   "It's not too late." Lu Li moved under his feet and turned the seat away from the girl. He closed his eyes, suppressed his deepest emotions, and said softly.

   "Go, before anyone finds out."

   "I saw your heart."

  Michelia suddenly said, and she stared at Lu Li's back.

   "It's bright, vivid."

   "Hope it never gets dirty in this life."

   The terrifying aura gradually moved away from the detective agency.

  After Michelia left, Lu Li opened his eyes.

   "She's so pitiful... Boss, did you do that because of sympathy?" Anna's tone was a bit complicated. She might have done something in her lifetime, but she was also dead, a ghost, and there was nothing she could do.

   "No one can remain indifferent in the face of this story." Lu Li slowly moved back, his unfocused gaze swept across the dim detective agency.

   "But we just agreed with her to go?"

   "Otherwise?" Lu Li asked rhetorically

  Ana waved her hand anxiously to explain: "I mean...if the police station or some night watchman finds out and troubles you? Michelia must be going back to kill those who hurt her!"

  Lu Li didn't speak, just raised his eyes silently and looked at Anna.

   Those black eyes that rarely fluctuated were as calm as ever, and at this moment Anna understood what Lu Li meant.

   He doesn't care.

  Anna was speechless for a moment.

   But she always felt that something was wrong. After thinking hard for a while, she suddenly realized what the problem was: "Michelia was killed by those bad guys, but those bad guys don't have to bear any punishment."

   Parliament does not convict a group of people for spreading rumors, especially if the group’s rumors have nothing to do with politics.

Lu Li shook his head gently: "The logic is right, but the core is wrong. If you want a person to die, the most direct and labor-saving way is to kill him with a knife. The most complicated and complicated way is to understand the person's character and use gentleness. Destroy him in a way. For example, using rumors to break up his family, lose his job, make him suffer from mental illness, and finally commit suicide.”

   "The former is murder, the latter is just slander, but do you think there is any difference between the two?"

  Anna was silent. The same kills, but the latter is more vicious and more capable of destroying a person - but the cost is insignificant.

Lu Li continued: "The law is the last resort to persuade people, and it is also the bottom line of morality. If someone does something against morality - believe me, the reason why he didn't touch that line is simply because he can't afford to violate it. the price of the law."

  Anna agrees with Lu Li's idea very much, but it doesn't mean he is optimistic. As an educated aristocratic girl, she is well aware that there are many similar things in the world.

   she said softly: "But we know this kind of thing can't be managed..."

  Lu Li did not answer her directly, but instead said, "I have a story to tell."

   Without waiting for Anna's response, he slowly began to speak.

   One morning after a storm, a man came for a walk by the sea. As he walked along the coast, he noticed that in the shallow waters of the beach, there were many small fish that had been swept ashore by last night's storm.

   They were trapped in shallow water and could not return to the sea, even if they were close at hand. There may be hundreds or even thousands of trapped small fish.

   It won't take long for the water in the shallow puddles to be sucked up by the sand and evaporated by the sun, and these small fish will die.

   The man continued to walk forward. He suddenly saw a little boy ahead of him, walking very slowly and bending over and over at each puddle—he was picking up the little fish in the puddles and throwing them back into the sea with all his might.

   The man stopped and looked at the little boy, watching him save the lives of the little fish.

   Finally, the man couldn't help walking over: "Child, there are hundreds of thousands of small fish in this puddle, you can't save them."

   "I know." The little boy replied without looking up.

   "Oh? Why are you still throwing? Who cares?"

   "This little fish cares!" the boy answered, picking up a fish and throwing it into the sea.

   "This one cares, this one also cares! And this one, this one, this one..."

   After telling the story, Lu Li took out the newspaper from yesterday. The discussion of some residents and students appeared at the end of the article in the form of text comments.

  【I was just joking, how did I become a murderer? 】

  【This is suicide? Oh, the mental capacity of children these days is really bad. 】

  【Everything is done by her, all we do is spread the word about her, why does the victim seem to be her? 】

  【She is a good girl, I mean at least she knew how stupid what she did, and then she committed suicide in shame. 】

   The fish is dead, but the maggots are still wriggling on its carcass, multiplying, growing.

   (end of this chapter)