When Jorgen woke up, he felt as if his flesh had disappeared and all that was connected under his throbbing head were piles of bricks. He was tightly tied to a coffin board.
There was a musty smell in the room. A hoarse and malicious voice suddenly burst out, making the smell thicker.
"Awake, Mr. Jorgen?"
Jorgen tried his best to quickly adapt his eyes to the light. He felt that he was probably in a basement. There were two candles in front of him, illuminating two faces that he had just recently met.
"You, it's you..." As soon as he opened his mouth, he felt nosebleed flow into his mouth.
The people in front of him were Mrs. Greshana and her tall servant Tyson. Even in the candlelight, their complexions were so pale.
I should have guessed it was you, Jorgen thought. That diary confused me.
"You're the last one, Mr. Jorgen." Mrs. Greshana's voice seemed to come from the ground. "Although Nicole is not dead yet, you have angered me... And killing Nicole is not a problem at any time. In fact, as long as I kill you, my most critical revenge will be over."
"Revenge...?"
"For my lovely Gothalo Van Cleef! He did nothing wrong, such a good child. Since the day I picked him up, I swore to raise him to adulthood... Why did you bully him and even kill him? Oh God, what kind of evil could make you do such a thing? " She poked Jorgen's abdomen several times with the silver foil-wrapped cane in her hand. Although it was only the strength of an old lady, it was enough to make the already very weak Jorgen feel intensely nauseous. He retched a few times.
"Mrs. Greshana, shall I kill him now?" Tyson said expressionlessly.
"No, not yet! I want this biggest murderer to understand his fault!" Mrs. Greshana's silver hair trembled and her withered eyes were full of tears.
In his life, Jorgen had seen countless people who were tortured for crimes they did not commit. Now he finally understood how these people felt. He didn't know if the old lady in front of him was really mad or just making up excuses to fool him.
"You! Do you recognize this?"
Mrs. Greshana opened her palm in front of Jorgen. In her palm was a beautiful dagger glowing with pale gold light - with the letter "J" engraved on the blade.
"This was given to Gothalo by you," Mrs. Greshana completely ignored Jorgen's reaction. "You bastard, how could you give this dangerous thing to him! And instigated him to use such a thing! Those bad children snatched this dagger and stabbed it into Gothalo's chest... If it wasn't for you... Murderer! Demon!"
The mad old lady slammed Jorgen several times with her cane again. He spat out blood.
Some vague distant memories slowly pieced together in Jorgen's brain. But the severe pain in his head and abdomen prevented his brain from producing any meaningful images.
"The original goal of this was you, you despicable person... I deliberately had Tyson attack your friend Elin, purely to play some tricks. Whether you could figure out that little puzzle or not, I was quite interested before, but now I don't care at all!"
Puzzle, the order of initials of names - it turned out that the attack on Elin was just a trick to tease himself. Thinking that he was really afraid because of the result of the puzzle, Jorgen was furious, but now he had no way to vent his anger.
In a daze, he felt Tyson carry him out of the dark basement to the canal. Although Tyson was very tall, he was thin, and the strength he exerted was simply abnormal. But Jorgen had no time to care about these now.
"In a while, Tyson will carve Gothalo's favorite 'signature' on your body with this knife, then stab it into your heart and never pull it out. Take it with you to hell and regret!"
Was he going to die like this? Although it couldn't be said to be unjustified, it was still somewhat unwilling - Jorgen used his fuzzy mind to search his 50-year life for a few memorable people, but few appeared in the end. This is not the life you deserve - Elin's words echoed in his ears again.
Just as Tyson was about to plunge the dagger into Jorgen's body, an arrow suddenly flew over from the opposite bank of the river and stabbed into his left eyeball.
Still tied to the coffin board, Jorgen found it difficult to figure out what had happened due to his inability to move his body. But after a while, he raised his head with difficulty and saw that dozens of soldiers from Military Intelligence Section Seven had surrounded Mrs. Greshana and Tyson.
They did not intend to surrender. Tyson was stabbed dozens of times but did not fall, and even began to use the crazy tactic of biting. It seemed that he wanted to rescue Mrs. Greshana, who had already been held by several soldiers. Mrs. Greshana struggled constantly, and was finally pierced through one arm by the soldiers' spears, making Tyson even more frenzied.
Jorgen did not know what happened next, because he passed out again. The only thing he knew was that he survived.