messenger from the wasteland

Chapter 102 Wordless Prayer

The city was covered with thin fog, and it was still early, but many people had already gathered on the streets.

They almost filled the streets, congesting otherwise empty streets.

They all came today for one thing, to watch a sinner be put to death.

This is a rare thing, because even the criminals sentenced to death will only be executed in prison, and there will be no public executions.

But this time, no one felt that such a decision was inappropriate, because the sinner to be executed today was extremely heinous, and it killed too many people. For such an inhuman guy, there is no need to worry about its human rights.

I don't know which direction the crowd first started to bustle, and people's eyes gathered in the past.

A few police cars drove into the street, and the police station has also recruited some new staff in the past two days, at least Lawrence is not the only one.

The siren of the police car echoed, and it stopped on the side of the street, and the crowd silently waited for the criminal to be escorted.

Some of their eyes were filled with sarcasm, some with pleasure, some with resentment, and some just came here to watch the excitement.

People thought they were righteous and waited to see sinners killed.

Finally, in the eyes of people's expectations, the criminal was escorted from the police car by two police officers, and people saw the criminal's appearance clearly.

It doesn't look like a person, it's completely black like the rumors, it's just a black human figure, without facial features, even the skin is pitch black, as if covered with some substance.

According to the newspaper's explanation, it was a deformed child since he was a child, and the exclusion caused his mind to be twisted and he became a murderer.Although it can't see, it has a keen sense of hearing.

It really looks like a ghost, beyond people's cognition.

So people began to fear again, but the more they feared, the more they wanted to kill the source of this fear.

"Monster." Someone in the crowd cursed in a low voice.

But they won't do it themselves, they don't want blood on their hands.

"boom."

The door of a police car was opened, and Lawrence got out of the car. At this moment, everyone was staring at him.

Lawrence could understand the meaning in those eyes. They were waiting for him to kill the prisoner, with some eager urging.

Frowning slightly, he walked to Chu's side, told the other two police officers to go away, and personally led Chu to the middle of the street.

On the way, he whispered next to Chu.

"Don't look, don't listen."

Because the surroundings are full of malice, and these malice should not be directed at Chu.

However, Chu didn't care about this, she raised her head to look at the crowd, as if she was looking for something, after looking around for a few times, she finally found the person she wanted to find in the crowd.

Jack's kids.

They stood far away, looking at her with complicated eyes.

Chu lowered her head again, this time, she was finally relieved.

If she is killed here, she will be able to take away all the malice in this city, because at this time everyone's malice has gathered on her.

Lawrence pushed Chu to the very center, the streets were silent, and people knew that the execution was about to begin.

Lawrence then took a few steps back, drawing his pistol from his waistband.

This time his right hand did not tremble, he raised it steadily, and pointed at Chu's head from behind.

He will end Chu's life as quickly as possible without causing her any pain.

The sights around them seemed to become hotter, even fanatical, and people couldn't wait to see the deformity that brought them fear be executed.

Looking at the lonely figure in the crowd in front of him, Lawrence pressed the brim of his hat, opened the safety of the pistol, lowered his eyes slightly, and said in an almost silent voice.

"May one day, you can solve all the doubts in your heart. May one day, you can no longer be confused. May one day, ugliness will no longer cover your eyes. I will pray for you here, Amen."

This is the only thing he can do for Chu.

Chu was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Lawrence.

Lawrence also pulled the trigger of the pistol.

"boom."

The bullet passed through Chu's forehead, and Chu stood still for a while. She looked at the policeman, smiled slightly, and moved her mouth.

"Thank you."

She said so, and slowly fell to the ground.

Lawrence put away his pistol with his head down, stared at the fallen man, and closed his eyes.

"You're welcome."

It is not clear which direction and which person gave the first cheer, and then, the crowd cheered, and the streets of the city of fog were so boiling for the first time.

A burst of cheers, for the death of the sinner, for a future free from fear, for the advent of hope.

Only Lawrence, and Jack's children remained silent, for some reason.

Lawrence ordered someone to take away Chu's body, but no one noticed, and a thick black mist in the crowd also left.

When men do not know evil, they do not see evil.

The next day, the police were about to dispose of Chu's body, but found that the body was gone.

Lawrence knew about this matter, and instead of ordering to pursue it, he blocked the news.Over time, no one mentioned any murderer anymore.

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The city of fog should have become calm and peaceful, and the fog is no longer so cloudy, and even turned into a beautiful place.Because of it, the city of fog also has a new name, the beauty in the fog, which should be called by a passing traveler.

Before I knew it, ten years had passed.

Few people know how dangerous the beauty in the mist was back then.

Lawrence, too, was beginning to age, with gray hair at the temples, and his light blue eyes were no longer so sharp.

He later developed a habit of going to the small church on Second Street to pray every day, but no one knew who he was praying for.

In the chapel, sunlight through the mist fell through the shutters.

Some elderly Lawrence sat on a pew, looking up at the Father in a church mural.

The deaf priest was still mumbling to himself in the confession room. He was too old and his mind was beginning to blur, but he still whispered forgiveness over and over again, even though no one confessed to him.

Lawrence sat quietly, and after a while, he closed his eyes and confessed in his heart.

"Lovely Father, I thank you for sending your angel to redeem me when I was a sinner. I am old now, but I will continue to pray. I beseech you, give light to that angel; I beg you, to unravel the confusion of that messenger; I beg you, to forgive the mistake of that messenger. I beg you, Amen..."

After he finished reading these silently, the once distorted police officer lit a cigarette for himself, slowly stood up from the bench, lowered his head and walked outside.

(End of this chapter)