Chapter 254 Giant Tree Jenna's brother is crazy? Lumian's heart was filled with anger again. He was not angry with the other person, thinking that he had such poor mental quality that he went crazy like this, but he seemed to hear the mockery of fate again. Although he could see yesterday that Julian felt very guilty about Elodie's death and had become somewhat self-isolating, he was far from going crazy. Even if he had psychological problems later on, they would be long-term and it was impossible for him to collapse all of a sudden. Unless, unless something happened last night that dealt Julian another heavy blow! Damn fate! Franka was equally surprised. She had reminded Janna yesterday to pay attention to her brother's mental and psychological condition, but she never thought that Julian would go crazy immediately. In her opinion, he was a young man who had experienced hardships and was in good health. It would not affect his emotions in the opposite 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 debts, 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 was always a little confused about Jenna's mother's choice to commit suicide, but she didn't bring it up so as not to upset Jenna.
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 as she walked to the door of Room 207: "what happened?" "Julian was fired." Janna said with some resentment, "Just 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 we just deduct some money? Those people are orphans. Won't someone in their family die?" "They said we have to apply in advance and can't make up for it later." Janna wiped the tears from her eyes. "Julian completely broke down this morning, crying like a baby, saying he blamed himself and was 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 inside that needed to be vented. After hearing what Janna said, Franca breathed a sigh of relief: "It doesn't sound too serious, more like a stress breakdown. "Believe me, a real 'psychologist' can cure your brother, completely. I'll make an appointment for you right now!" While speaking, Franka turned around and walked towards the stairs. The rage in Lumian's heart grew stronger and stronger. Details like forgetting to ask for leave, being fired when taking leave on the same day, and being unable to bear the new stimulation and turning into a madman made him smell the scent of coincidence. Fuck you Thermopylae! Fuck your 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: "it is good." Lumian walked past her and followed Franca to the stairs, with two flames burning faintly in his blue eyes.
At this moment, the words left by the "psychiatrist" Ms. Susie flashed through his mind: Always remember not to get too emotional. Once you have a similar reaction, immediately calm down and relax by taking deep breaths... Lumian suddenly began to breathe heavily, and a sense of alertness rose up: Faced with the fact that Janna's brother has gone mad, faced with 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, Jenna'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. With a swish, Janna's dagger stabbed Lumian's vest. Lumian became alert and immediately turned his body, so the dagger missed his vital points and was stuck between his shoulder and back. Janet then leaped back lightly, and blood gushed out of the wound, red as fire. All the bark on her wooden brown-green dagger seemed to come alive, madly absorbing the blood of Lumian that was stained on it. 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 features, pure and charming temperament. Lumian's pupils suddenly dilated as he recognized who this fake Janna was: Charlotte Calvino! Charlotte Calvino, the heroine of The Old Dovecote! Charlotte's figure seemed to assimilate with the surrounding environment, and she instantly avoided the red fireball thrown by Lumian. Amid the loud explosion, the door of Room 207 collapsed, and the actor chuckled: "I realized it quickly and was unable to kill you directly. "But it doesn't matter. All we need is a little of your blood." ………… Market Avenue, in the khaki 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. Inside the MP's office on the fourth floor. Hugues Artois, with mottled temples and a large nose, was wearing a black tuxedo and a dark blue bow tie. He stood behind the window and looked 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. Hugues Artois smiled: “This is the duty of a legislator, and before I have another identity, I still have to do what needs to be done.
"Moreover, giving those grieving people some comfort and help at this time can help them remember it firmly. In the future, they can become my followers, and then it will be easier to convert them." Hearing this, the red-haired Cassandra chuckled: "And they will never know that it is you, the congressman, who brought them disaster, pain and despair. "They will only be touched by the care of the great and satisfied by the promises you make." 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.” Hugues Artois laughed and said: “Therefore divide them and set them against one another.” At this point, Hugues Artois looked out the window at the bright sunshine and said to himself: "It's time for the people from the Mother Tree of Desire to take action..." ………… Chaotic street, outside the Golden Rooster Hotel. The ground suddenly cracked and collapsed in the middle. Several vendors were unable to dodge and fell down. Their screams lasted only a second before stopping abruptly. A huge, brown-green tree suddenly emerged from the ground, continuously extending a large number of branches in all directions. This wrapped around several surrounding blocks and enclosed the Golden Rooster Hotel. The eloped couple once again played their favorite sport and cursed at each other; the intelligence dealer Anthony Reid hid under the wooden table again, trembling; Pavard Nissen, the owner of the underground bar, picked up the drawing board, drank a lot of wine, and painted the pattern in his mind with a sad face... The huge brown-green tree is still growing upwards. (End of this chapter)