The cafe on the second floor of Breeze Ballroom.
Lumian, who had just finished lunch, once again saw Franka, who was wearing a white shirt, light-colored breeches and red boots.
This time, Franca's expression was very solemn, which made Louis, Sakota and other gangsters a little uneasy, fearing that she was here to cause trouble.
Lumian stood up and looked at him, asking what happened.
Franka exhaled slowly and said, "Janna's mother passed away."
Lumian was stunned for a moment, as if he saw again the madman Flamand hanging himself on the window frame and Ruhl who died with festering all over his body.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, and unconsciously clenched his hands into fists. After a few seconds, he asked, "Did the worsening of the disease lead to death?"
"No." Franka shook her head, "It was suicide."
Seeing Lumian's puzzled expression, she sighed and explained, "When I went to see Janna last night, I was worried that she would be stubborn and unwilling to tell me about some of her difficulties and seek our help, so I specially got to know the attending doctor and the nurses in charge of that floor, invited them to drink coffee and eat dessert, and asked them to help keep an eye on Janna's mother's condition." They said that after Janna's mother knew that the treatment would take several months and the approximate cost, she took the opportunity when Janna went to the restaurant and Julian went to see the doctor and jumped from the sixth floor...
"Alas, her health was already very poor, and she died on the spot."
Lumian fell silent, then suddenly pressed his left chest and said with a mocking smile, “Is this fate?”
Franka couldn't answer.
At one o'clock in the afternoon, Lumian and Franca rushed to the Holy Palace Hospital and were led to the hospice room on the ground floor of the annex by a nurse whom the latter had deliberately befriended.
It is said to be a place of last resort, and the dead who are waiting to be purified will also be sent here.
Janna's brother Julian was squatting at the door, covering his head, looking at the sky blue painted wall opposite with a painful expression.
Franca came closer and whispered, "Are Auntie and Janna in there?" Julian nodded slowly and said to himself in pain, "I shouldn't have left her alone in the ward..." I shouldn't have left her alone in the ward...
Franka didn't know how to comfort him, so she could only sigh and walk into the hospice room next to Julian.
Elodie's body was lying on a bed covered with white sheets and covered with an equally plain white cloth.
The blood on her body had been cleaned, her face was pale and her eyes were closed.
Janna sat on the round stool opposite, staring blankly at her mother's body, her eyes empty, silent, as if she had lost her soul.
Franca called out with heartache and concern, but Janna ignored her and seemed to have shut herself off in another world.
Lumian pulled a chair over and sat next to Janna, also looking at the deceased Elodie.
After a few seconds, he said in a deep voice: "I can understand your feelings, because not long ago, I also lost the most important relative to me."
Jannah didn't respond, as if she had turned into a statue.
Lumian and she were looking at the same place and continued, "But what you need to know is who caused this tragedy." Was it your fault, was it your mother's fault, was it your brother's fault
"No, you did nothing wrong! You faced the accident and the debt, and chose to endure it with strength, and chose to rely on your own hard work and pain to exchange for a new life. It took you several years to finally come out of it slowly. Was it wrong? No!" This time, you did not give up on your loved ones and worked hard to find a solution. Was it wrong? No!
"You didn't hide it from your mother. You told her the treatment period, cost and source. Was it wrong? No! This is something that cannot be hidden!" Your mother loves you and wants you to not repeat the painful life of the past few years. She wants you to walk in the light instead of darkness. Was it wrong? No!
"Who is at fault?" It's the factory owner who kept appealing, delaying the accident compensation, and causing you to live a painful and depressing life for several years!
"It is the law that protects them from this kind of behavior!" It is the blogger who ignores safety regulations and does not replace old machines.
No. Goodville!
“It is the medical expenses that drive the poor to despair!
"It is the Congress and the government that caused and condoned all this!"
Janna's expression finally changed, and a hint of pain was revealed in her empty eyes and wooden face.
Lumian turned his head to look at the door and said in a deep voice, "I can tell you one more thing. The explosion at the Goodville Chemical Plant that caused your mother's tragedy may not have been an accident."
Jenna instinctively turned around and looked at Lumian and Franca.
Lumian cast his eyes on Elodie's body: "Perhaps it was a murder, a sacrifice to the evil god." Our respected Councillor Hugh Artois was regarded as a sufficiently enlightened person by the powerful evil god scroller. He was surrounded by evil god believers one after another, including Assistant Secretary Tybert Jacques, who created diseases to kill innocent people.
"Yesterday morning, Bono Goodwill visited the congressman's office, and in the evening, his chemical plant exploded." When I was dressed as Bono Goodwill to meet Tibor Jacques, he said something about the problems that would inevitably arise after the decline of the organization, which made me more convinced that the explosion of the chemical plant was what they expected to see, or even directly caused it for some purpose that we still don't know.
"Are you angry? Are you hateful? Are you willing
"Do you want to sit here and watch the people who killed your mother and your happiness drink champagne, have dances, and cause more families to be broken up?"
Janna's expression was slightly distorted, and there seemed to be a fierce struggle in her heart.
Finally, she raised her hands, covered her face, and burst into tears;
"But my mother, but my mother can no longer survive...
Franca squatted in front of her, hugged her, and let her cry while she counseled her: "What your mother wants to see most is that you and your brother are no longer troubled by debt and have a brand new life. She wants to see one of you become an outstanding actor and the other break free from the limitations of an ordinary worker and master certain skills. She wants to see you live well. Do you have the heart to disappoint her?"
Jane cried and asked, "Didn't they say that the night will eventually pass and the light will eventually come? Why, why is it always so dark, why, why can't I see any light...
"It will come, it will come." Franca kept patting Janna's back. "What you need to do most now is to bury your mother properly, and then think about doing something for her."
"Yes," Janna agreed, crying.
She cried until she was exhausted, and her emotions finally stabilized a little.
At this time, the priests from the Church of the Eternal Sun arrived to offer last-ditch comfort.
He was wearing a white robe with gold thread, and he entered the room with Julian and stood beside Elodie's body.
He held the Holy Scripture in one hand and recited prayers, while in the other hand he held the holy water bottle suspended in mid-air.
At the end, a little bit of sunlight appeared out of thin air along with the sprinkled holy water and fell on Elodie.
"Praise the sun, may this sister rest in peace and enter the kingdom of God." The priest opened his arms.
"Praise the sun!" Janna and Julian followed suit in prayer.
Lumian, who was watching the ceremony, lowered his head and sneered silently.
As a believer of the "God of Steam and Machinery", Franka also did not "praise the sun".
The priest finished the purification and left the dying comfort room. The manager in charge of the morgue of the Holy Palace Hospital walked in and asked Julian and Janna, "Is this sister going to be buried directly or cremated? Is she going to be sent to the catacombs or the Cemetery of the Innocents or the Cemetery of Priests?"
Julian and Janna looked at each other and said, "Cremation, we'll take it to the catacombs ourselves."
Their father is also buried there.
The morgue manager took note and said, "Too many people died last night. The crematorium will not be available until next week. Will this sister stay in the morgue first?"
"Okay." Janna's voice was a little hoarse.
Then, the four of them watched as Elodie's face was covered by a white cloth and pushed out.
A hospice room.
They followed the bed on metal wheels, took the steam-powered elevator, went underground, and arrived outside the morgue.
The morgue's double doors were silver-gray, and it was dark and cold inside, creating a white mist at the junction.
Janna stared at her mother Elodie's body being pushed through the door and into the cold room with gas wall lamps and long metal cabinets, and watched the silver-gray double doors slowly close.
She subconsciously took a few steps forward and stopped at the door again.
Silently, the door closed.
She would never see her mother again.
Return to the Passy Bridge in the Candide Market area.
Jenna stared at her brother Julian who was walking alone in front of her, and her heart was filled with sadness again.
The afternoon sun was bright, but it was blinding to her.
Franca withdrew her gaze from Julian's back and said, with the idea of finding something for Janna to do, "Your brother's mood has been a little off. He seems to blame himself. You should give him some counseling these days and tell him that it was not his fault. A normal person would have gone to see a doctor right away."
Janna immediately broke free from her sadness and said, "Hmm," I will help him.
"But what if it doesn't work?"
She looked at Lumian and Franca somewhat helplessly.
Franca nodded in a soothing manner: "When the time comes, I can help him find a real "psychologist" with extraordinary abilities." Janna breathed a sigh of relief and sniffed: "Thank you, thank you."
“You also have to pay attention to your own mental state.” Lumian reminded with experience.
Janna pursed her lips and nodded, looking ahead, her gaze gradually becoming firm.
Franca nodded in a soothing manner, and she said to Franca and Lumian in a hoarse voice: "I want to "visit" Bono Goodville tonight."