Mage Joan

"Mr. Pinkerton, Mr. Gleason, aliens like me are inevitably subject to discrimination and prejudice in human society. Even if I am innocent, people will still be treated as evil monsters, or even hurt me for no reason, trying to kill Die me!"

"In order to protect myself, I had to escape the blockade of the police, intending to avoid the mob of emotion on the streets, and find an opportunity to go to the police to explain my problem alone. I hope you can understand my hardship."

Harry Kaufman’s justifications were well-founded and sincere, and Joan couldn’t help but believe that he was innocent unless the evidence was conclusive.

"Enough! Boy, don't pretend to be pitiful in front of me, this little trick is useless to me!"

Pinkerton shook the gun tightly and questioned Harry Kaufman sternly.

"You claim to be innocent, how do you explain the two magic rings on your hand?"

"Last night, didn't you just use this "hint ring" to trick Donald Jr. into the marsh toad trap, and then use the "mist hidden ring" to escape alone?"

"Mr. Pinkerton, listening to what you said, it seems that the murderer also has the same magic ring as me?"

Harry Kaufman's eyes widened in surprise.

"It's a coincidence! But after all, these two rings are not high-end goods. As long as you can afford it, anyone can order the same enchanting ring at a big business firm in the city. With the same ring on it, it is too arbitrary to conclude that I am the murderer."

"Ha! You asshole, dare to deny it!"

Pinkerton was so angry that he could pull the trigger and exploded Harry Kaufman's head with a single shot.

"Ted, don't be impulsive, let me talk to Harry alone."

Sheriff Gleason pushed Pinkerton's arm off the gun.

"Be careful, old man, this kid is very cunning, don't let him slip!"

Pinkerton unwillingly put away his pistol, glared at Harry fiercely, and turned to Joan.

Sheriff Gleason stared at Harry silently for a long time, took out the handkerchief from the jacket pocket, and wiped the sweat and blood from his forehead.

"Harry, look at your embarrassment, I can't help but remember what happened when you were a kid more than ten years ago."

Mr. Sheriff sighed, holding his back to Harry, falling into memory.

"At that time, you were young, ignorant, and unavoidably naughty, and your father was particularly uncomfortable with you. He didn't treat you as a son. He would beat your nose and swollen face."

"Every time you are beaten, you cry and run out of the house, walking straight along the street, crying and walking until the door of the police station."

"Seeing you sobbing and wandering outside the door, I knew you were beaten up again by David Kaufman. I can't agree with his brutal way of teaching children, but what can I do?"

"In those days, the only thing I could do was put a wound on your medicine, take you home, make you a delicious meal, live in my house for a while, wait for your father to breathe down, and then send you back. "

Listening to Mr. Sheriff recalling the past, Harry Kaufman's haggard face could not help moving slightly, and said with deep feeling: "From small to large, you have been very good to me, Mr. Gladson, only you in the world are still me. Is a relative..."

"Yeah, Harry, I don't care who your biological father is. Anyway, you must be the biological son of my cousin Elena. No matter when and where, I have an obligation to take care of you."

Harry gritted his teeth and said hardly: "Mr. Gleason, I am very grateful to you, but I really did not sin..."

Sheriff Gleason waved his hand, beckoning him not to argue.

"Harry, I'm chatting with you alone, I'm not trying to engage in an "emotional offensive", trying to touch your conscience, and then truthfully tell the truth of the case. On the contrary, I want to tell you a truth about the past."

"What are you referring to?" Harry's eyes were hard to hide.

Sheriff Gleason gave him a deep look, his eyes crossed his shoulders, and he shot into the dim forest. After a long silence, he spoke again.

"Harry, I know that you have always resented David Kaufman because you know you are not his real son, and you suspect he hired marsh toads to kill your mother, right?"

"Don’t rush to deny it. In fact, I thought so before yesterday. Over the years, I have always suspected that your father bought a murderous wife and tried every means to collect evidence of his crimes. I dream of sending him to jail one day to recover your mother. Fair, but things are not always as expected..."

"What do you mean?" Harry's voice shuddered, "Mr. Gleason... Isn't my mother, and my biological father, murdered by the cold-blooded man who bought the marsh toad?"

"Harry, calm down. Our previous suspicions cannot be said to be completely wrong. David Kaufman did have the intention to buy a murderer to kill Elena, but the killer he hired, the Elder Motoman of the Numa Toad, was in When we were about to start, something unexpected happened."

"Tell me, what's wrong!" Harry's face flushed sickly, his forehead sweating, and he couldn't wait to ask.

"Just before Ge Moduo started, your biological father, the person who inherited your "Morph" bloodline, strangled your mother Elena personally, and abandoned her body in the depths of the swamp afterwards... "

Sheriff Gleason's tone was painful, and every sentence was extremely difficult.

"Harry, your biological father, that'transfiguration monster', never really loved your mother. He tempted your mother to cheat, just to satisfy her own **** and to plot her money."

"Your biological father, strangling your mother ruthlessly, just want to get rid of this tired playful burden, seize the belongings she carries with him, and find new joy."

"Harry, David Kaufman only had the motive to murder your mother, but in fact it was not his mother who killed your mother, but your biological father."

"David Kauffman really has nothing to do with you, but after all, he has raised you for more than 20 years, so you don't have to worry about food and clothing, spend money for school, and leave your property to you. "

"David Kaufman is indeed not a competent father, but what about your biological father?"

"Let’s talk about Elder Qamadu, and the mother marsh toad who performed the assassination mission with him. They didn’t kill your mother. Instead, they killed your biological father, which indirectly helped your mother revenge. It has also become your father's killer and enemies. This confused account, you tell me what should I do?"

"Harry, isn't reality ridiculous? But this is the truth."

"After learning the truth, what are you going to do?"

"If you insist on revenge for your biological parents, please tell me who is your real enemy?"

"Don't say it...Mr. Gleason, please don't say it!"

"My mother, betrayed my adoptive father, my biological father, killed my mother personally... Then what am I?"

"Mr. Gleason, I really don't know what to do...A man like me, living in the world, what is the point..."

The truth was too cruel. Harry Kaufman couldn't bear the mental shock, the psychological defense line collapsed on the spot, and he couldn't help covering his face and wept bitterly.

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