Jenna's brother is crazy? Lumian's heart was filled with anger again. He was not angry at him, thinking that he had a poor mental quality and had gone crazy like this, but he seemed to hear the mockery of fate again.
Although he could see yesterday that Julian was self-isolating to a certain extent because he felt very guilty about Elodie's death, he was far from going crazy. Even if he had psychological problems later, they would be long-term and it was impossible for him to collapse all of a sudden.
Unless, unless something happened last night, giving Julian another heavy blow! Damn fate!
Franca was also surprised. She had reminded Janna yesterday to pay attention to her brother's mental and psychological state, but she never thought that Julian would go crazy the next moment.
In her opinion, he was a young man who had experienced hardships and was in good health. It would not affect his emotions in a negative way and stimulate dangerous tendencies. Therefore, it was normal for him to be autistic or even indulge himself for a while, and it was unlikely that he would completely collapse that night.
Jannah had told her that Julian's personality was a bit extreme, but that was for the good of his family. Under the premise that his sister was still alive, burdened with debt, and had to work as an underground singer who was prone to encounter various problems, Julian would obviously force himself to work hard and help share the debt until it was paid off. At that time, if his psychological problems had not been resolved, he might collapse or commit suicide silently.
This made Franca suspect that Julian had been stimulated again last night. Similarly, she had always been a little confused about Janna's mother's choice of suicide, but she didn't bring it up to avoid irritating Janna.
She could understand Elodie's feelings and choices, but she felt that the act of suicide was too quick and too easy, as if her emotions were affected by something and it was a bit too impulsive.
Before she traveled to this world, she had read many similar reports and knew that the torture of poverty, the self-blame for burdening her family with heavy debts, the fear of losing the ability to work and the pure and selfless love combined could indeed make an optimistic person choose to go to a dead end and sacrifice himself.
However, this kind of thing often requires a period of inner struggle before it can finally be put into action. After all, everyone has a desire to survive and will consider the feelings of their loved ones. The probability of making up one's mind to commit suicide on the same day after understanding the situation cannot be said to be zero, but it is definitely very low.
Franca initially speculated that there were two possibilities. One was that Janna's mother was also psychologically affected by her poor physical condition. The other was that the explosion at the chemical plant must have been something that the congressman's secretary Rona and others wanted to achieve. The subsequent abnormal and large-scale emotional fluctuations might be one of them.
Is Julian also in this category? Thinking secretly, Franca cast her eyes on Janna, who was sobbing and walking to the door of Room 207: "What's going on?"
"Julian was fired." Janna said with some resentment.
"It's because he didn't go to the factory yesterday afternoon. But who would think about work after their mother passed away? After leaving the hospital, he immediately went to find his master and asked for leave, but what he got was a notice of dismissal. He had been an apprentice there for a whole year!"
"Fuck!" Franca cursed.
"Can't you deduct some money? Those people are orphans. Won't someone in their family die?"
"They said we have to apply in advance and not make up for it later." Janna wiped the tears from her eyes.
"Julian completely broke down this morning, crying like a baby, saying things like he was blaming himself and being afraid of losing his job. I waited until he was tired of crying and fell asleep before I came to find you. I went to White Coat Street first, but found no one there, so I ran over here." As she spoke, she became a little long-winded, as if she had too much emotion accumulated in her heart that needed to be vented.
After hearing what Jana said, Franca breathed a sigh of relief: “It doesn’t sound too serious, more like a stress-induced collapse.
"Believe me, a real 'psychologist' can cure your brother, completely. I'll make an appointment for you now!" While speaking, Franca turned around and walked towards the stairs.
Lumian's anger grew stronger and stronger. He felt that it was a coincidence that he forgot to ask for leave, was fired when he took the day off, and became crazy because he could not bear the new stimulation.
Fuck your mother Thermiporos! Fuck your mother's fate! Lumian suddenly turned his head and said to Janna, "Let's go visit the factory owner and your brother's master!" Janna pursed her lips and said, "Okay." Lumian walked past her and followed Franca to the stairs. There were two flames burning in his blue eyes.
At this moment, a thought flashed through his mind.
The words left by "psychologist" Ms. Susie: Always remember not to be overly emotional. Once you have a similar reaction, immediately calm yourself down with deep breathing and other methods... Lumian suddenly gasped for breath, and a sense of alertness arose: Facing the fact that Janna's brother has gone mad, facing the mockery of fate, I should be angry and resist, but I shouldn't be so angry that I lose my mind!
Almost at the same time, behind Lumian, Janna's resentful expression turned calm, and she pulled out a brown-green dagger from somewhere.
It didn't look like a metal weapon. It seemed to be cut from the branches of a tree. There were many pieces of bark remaining on its surface, arranged in different patterns in a dizzying way.
In a flash, Janna's dagger stabbed Lumian's vest. Lumian was alert and immediately turned his body. The dagger missed his vital point and stabbed between his shoulder and back.
Janna immediately jumped back lightly, and blood gushed out from the wound, red as fire. All the bark on her wooden brown-green dagger seemed to come alive, madly absorbing Lumian's blood.
At this time, Janna's facial muscles also changed, making Lumian and Franca, who turned around, feel extremely unfamiliar.
In an instant, she turned into a girl with deep facial features, pure and charming temperament. Lumien's eyes suddenly enlarged and he recognized who this fake Janna was: Charlotte.
Calvino! Charlotte, the heroine of The Old Pigeon Coop. Calvino! Charlotte's figure seemed to blend into the surrounding environment, and she instantly avoided the red fireball thrown by Lumien.
Amid the loud explosion, the door of Room 207 collapsed, and the actor chuckled and said, "You realized it quickly, so I didn't kill you directly.
"But it doesn't matter. All we need is a little bit of your blood." Market Avenue, in the ochre-colored building where the congressman's office is located.
Janna entered the banquet hall in a daze, and saw several long tables filled with exquisite desserts, cooked dishes, and glasses of alcoholic beverages of different colors.
In the corner of the hall, a small symphony orchestra played soft, soothing melodies, and the crystal chandeliers in the air assisted the sunlight coming in from the windows.
People wearing brown jackets, linen shirts, gray and white long skirts, which are common clothes in the market area, were scattered in different places, which was out of place in such a banquet venue.
Some of them stood in the corner with wooden expressions, some looked at the expensive things with resentment, some filled their stomachs blankly, and some drank champagne with a little excitement and excitement, enjoying a real banquet that only upper-class people could participate in.
Janna instinctively retreated to a corner, to a dimly lit place, and watched everything expressionlessly.
In the congressman's office on the fourth floor, Hugh Artois, with his mottled sideburns and large nose, was wearing a black tuxedo and a dark blue bow tie, standing behind the window, looking out at the market area.
This rather chaotic and rather old place belongs to his kingdom.
"Mr. Congressman, why do we need to hold a consolation banquet and invite those untouchables to attend?" Ron, who was wearing gold-rimmed glasses and had his hair neatly combed back, asked in confusion.
Hugh Artois smiled and said: "This is the duty of a member of parliament. Before I have another identity, I still have to do what I should do.
"Moreover, giving those grieving people some comfort and help at this time will help them remember it firmly. In the future, they will become my followers and it will be easier to convert them." Hearing this, the red-haired Cassandra chuckled, "And they will never know that it is you, a councillor, who brought them disaster, pain and despair.
"They are only touched by the care of the big shots and satisfied with the promises you made." Secretary Rona nodded and added with a smile: "In their eyes, the congressman is a big shot they can only look up to. They dare not approach him, dare not say a word, and dare not doubt, vent their anger on him, or hate him.
"As long as no one organizes them, they will never dare to resist." Yug. Artuwa laughed and said, "So we have to divide them and let them hate each other." At this point, Yug.
Artois looked out the window at the bright sunshine again and said to himself: "It's time for the people of the Mother Tree of Desire to take action...
"In the chaotic street, outside the Golden Rooster Hotel. The ground suddenly cracked and collapsed in the middle. Several vendors fell down before they could dodge. The screams lasted only a second before they stopped. A huge, brown-green tree suddenly drilled out from the ground, and continued to extend a large number of branches in all directions. They fell down before they could dodge. The screams lasted only a second before they stopped. This entangled several blocks around, wrapping the Golden Rooster Hotel layer by layer. The eloped couple once again did their favorite sport and cursed each other; the intelligence dealer Anthony. Red hid under the wooden table again, shivering.