It was raining outside and the sky was gray. The windows of Jack Manor were covered with a thin layer of mist, with a light gray color, which made the light outside the window look a little drowsy.

Raindrops hit the window, and a girl sat in front of the piano by the window. She was wearing a long black dress and had no legs in the empty skirt. She was sitting in a wheelchair, with her eyes lowered and her long eyelashes trembling.

The pale green pupils reflected black and white piano keys, and the green onion fingers played a piece of music, and the slightly lonely piano sound echoed in the room.

The sound of the piano in the room and the sound of rain outside the window were mixed together. These two too cold sounds were symphony, like a person's sob.

There was also a boy sitting in the room. His hair was a little long and he hadn't cut it for a while, almost covering his eyes. He was holding a drawing board and a pencil in his hand. He was drawing a painting, which was slim and quickly slashing on the drawing board.

At this time, the door of the room was opened and a little girl holding a doll walked in.

The girl in front of the window was still playing the piano.

The boy stopped the pen in his hand and raised his head.

He looked at the little girl, with a reluctant smile on his face and asked.

"Lily, is there anything wrong?"

Lily held her doll, pursed her lips and said to the two of them in a low voice.

"Uncle Lawrence is here, he said, he has caught the murderer who killed his father."

"Tap." As a wrong piano sounded, the piano sound came to an abrupt end.

The boy sat blankly on the chair.

After a while, the girl in front of the window turned around, and the faint light outside the window shone on her slightly red eyes.

"Really?"

There was a slight tremor in the voice.

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Lawrence brought the news that the murderer was arrested, and all the children gathered. Even Cloud, who always stayed in the study, walked out of the room rarely. He solemnly thanked Lawrence, but his eyes were still full of sadness.

At noon, the children left Lawrence to have a meal together.

The lunch was prepared very richly, but Lawrence couldn't eat it.

The atmosphere at the dining table was still a bit heavy. Although the children expressed their gratitude to Lawrence, no one felt relieved because of the arrest of the murderer.

Punishing sin can bring temporary pleasure, but it cannot bring relief, because the destroyed things have been destroyed, and the lost things have been lost.

Lawrence told the children that the murderer was sentenced to death because the murderer was very special and she killed too many people, so he would publicly execute the sentence the day after tomorrow.

He knew that these children would definitely come at that time, but if he could, he actually didn't want them to come.

Because children should not see these, whether it is sinners, death penalty, or those who will come to watch.

"So." Lawrence said, eating the food on the plate.

"What do you plan to do in the future?"

The dining table was silent, the younger children did not understand, and the older ones could not see it.

Finally, Claude, who was sitting at the dining table, spoke.

"I plan to apply for a university and become a teacher after graduation."

As the oldest child, he will continue to live with his family.

His words were like pointing a direction, allowing the children sitting at the table to start thinking about their future lives again.

Joseph paused for a while, then he picked up the water cup on the table and took a sip, followed by Claude's words.

"I will continue to draw, and until one day, I want to hold an exhibition to let you all come."

As the person who speaks the least, his words are always so concise.

Claude raised his brow: "Then you have to cut your hair clean first, otherwise I would be embarrassed to tell others that you are my brother."

I have to say that Joseph now looks like a gloomy primitive man.

"Ha." Joseph smiled and grabbed his excessively long hair.

"Then I'll go dance." With the two of them starting out, Joanna also talked about her ideals.

"One day I'll dance in the auditorium, wearing the dress that Jack's father gave me."

"Well." Claude smiled softly and said softly: "That will definitely be beautiful."

Joanna raised her neck and smiled confidently, "Of course."

"Lily, so is Lily." Looking at his brothers and sisters laughing again, the little girl also raised her hand happily: "I will write many stories in the future and read them to Brother Kroll."

Kroll is the youngest child since Lily.

The atmosphere at the dining table finally became more active, and the children talked about what happened next.

This was their relaxed conversation after Jack's death, and even Emma had a slight smile on her face.

Lawrence finally stopped having a calm face. He did not disturb the children, but just said to the oldest Claude beside him in a peaceful voice.

"If you have any help in the future, you can come to me."

Claude looked at Lawrence and said sincerely.

"Mr. Lawrence, we have thanked you very much. You have given us hope and given us a chance to start over. Really, thank you, you are a good cop."

If it weren't for Lawrence, if the evildoers were not punished.

They may be immersed in Jack's hatred and will never get out.

Lawrence looked at Cloud. The child in front of him gave him a good policeman, but he was not.

Lawrence said with a wry smile.

"I'm not what I hope for you."

But he didn't say the second half.

The one who brings new hope is the sinner who is about to be executed.

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The next day at dawn, a piece of news spread throughout the fog capital, and the murderer who killed countless people was arrested.

And the one who caught it happened to be the rumor that it was its blood-handed police officer Lawrence.

There is no doubt that Lawrence cleared his suspicion.

At the same time, without him knowing it, a newspaper published a special report on him.

In the report, he fought alone in the basement of the city, was not afraid of the threat of force, and never depressed in the face of distrust of the citizens.

When everyone regarded him as a murderer, they kept silently guarding the city.

This report portrayed him into an almost perfect hero.

For the residents of the Mist City, what they lack is such a hero, a hero who can save them.

So it was reported that it was sold out and sold out.

Lawrence also received attention and love from everyone, and he became a hero who was highly anticipated and the hope for everyone.

The report was published as the female reporter who was rescued from the explosion by Lawrence a few months ago.

It can be said that she did Lawrence a favor. In the report, she deliberately ignored Chu's existence because she had promised Lawrence that she would not tell Chu's affairs.

When Lawrence found the female reporter and asked about this helplessly, the female reporter just smiled and looked at Lawrence and said.

"This city needs heroes, and you can be this hero."

Facing such an answer, Lawrence did not speak.

Because he knew that it was not him who really saved the city.

...

The fog dissipated, and the sinner became a hero, but the hero considered himself a sinner. In the bright light, everyone was waiting for the day when the hero was executed.

The sinner was so ashamed, but he understood that he could only repent with this.
Chapter completed!