Chapter 35 Chapter Seven Sleeping

"Hey, have you heard that the butcher actually wrote an epitaph for himself!" "Tsk, since it's a suicide, of course I would carry a suicide note with me—you would do the same?" The gardener Raymond and his daughter Eko overheard the above conversation while sitting on the subway bound for the Democratic Cemetery in Liberty City. Gardener wanted to listen carefully at first, but more voices about discussing today's home games at the Norfoss Stadium quickly drowned out this obviously unfinished conversation. The gardener smiled helplessly—the death of his wife at the end of last month, as he had expected, did not bring him much sadness: it seemed more relief.

Nerissa Falton was gone--like so many nights that had been, the gardener finished his story, and the daughter lay in her arms: even when she awoke next morning, she His body was not completely cooled. This should be the best ending! ——The young gardener thought so.After the night of the full moon last month, so many things happened all of a sudden: the unexpected death of the old master, the death of the demon who killed Eliza, and the death of his wife? All these things made the gardener feel relieved—just It seems that a certain period of history has come to an end. He looked at the bunch of begonias in his hand: the bright red flowers were supported by the purple calyx, which seemed to hang down a little shyly—it was his wife's favorite flower during her lifetime, and it happened to be chosen here When the time is open, it is natural to use them to pay homage to his wife.

Democracy Cemetery Station will be here soon.The gardener was surprised to find that among the few passengers who got off the bus, some of them carried late-blooming sylliums—the scent was both familiar and strange: he remembered that many years ago, he also transplanted in the garden This kind of yellow flower, "intoxicating fragrance" - a girl said: she likes E Kou running in front, with a smile on her face - after all, the child is still young, and he doesn't quite understand the meaning of life or death. The profound meaning of the expression, the gardener is amused at having such an idea-how can he understand the meaning of life or death?

Today we hold flowers and plants and come here to pay homage to the deceased relatives, but it is just to please our own memories and pin our hopes on the people who are still alive.What the dead should enjoy is a real happiness without pain and worry. The cemetery is a peaceful destination. Here, the living and the dead have the same peace of mind and forget the worries of the world. They found her easily—the area was basically a new tomb, and compared to other places in the cemetery, it seemed to have a particularly lively atmosphere.The young gardener put the beautiful bunch of begonias on the tombstone of his wife, and after silently mourning for a while, he began to tidy up the soil beside the tomb.

He plans to plant pansies around the tomb. Xiao'e Kou couldn't stay idle—passing around two or three rows of tombstones, she came to a relatively remote location for the entire democratic cemetery.In front of a tombstone there, stood a person who didn't quite look like a grave sweeper. Does Xiao'e Kou know this person—isn't he Wenzel or who? "Sir! What are you doing there?" Xiao'e Kou ran over. "Oh, look at an old friend of mine." Wenzel smiled at her, "By the way, how are your rabbit friends doing?" Wenzel didn't want to ask a rhetorical question such as "What about you, Eko, why are you here?" - the answer was too obvious, and he didn't want to arouse the sadness of a little girl.

"Hee hee, they are doing well! Thank you, sir, do you still remember them?" Eko smiled. "By the way, sir. What kind of person is your old friend?" Xiao Eko looked at the tombstone in front of her and asked Wenzel quite seriously. "? Well, he is a person who dares to face his own mistakes. I think? Although he made a lot of mistakes." Wenzel thought for a while and replied like this. "Then he will go to heaven." E Kou smiled again, very seriously. "? Maybe." Wenzel glanced at the tombstone and lit a Marlboro. E Kou closed her eyes, and touched the tombstone devoutly—as if she was praying.

This ceremony lasted for about half a minute, then Eko opened her eyes and said to Wenzel: "The priests do that too. Daddy said, so that God can forgive all sins?" Wenzel didn't say anything, but he took another look at the epitaph that Old Jim wrote for himself: Heaven is always imprisoned in our suffering, but hell is lost in our paradise (the full text (excluding Chapter 6), at 2:00 am on May 27, 2005 (German local time)) postscript tonight finally able to publish this book The article was written in a hurry and read through hastily. If I were a reader, I might feel heavy after reading it—who knows?The ending of the three (to put it loosely, in fact, the gardener Raymond can also be included) seems to be a tragic arrangement of fate: these remind me of "Faust" and "King Lear" that I read a long time ago.

If you want to ask me, whose tragedy is heavier?Personally, I think it should be Kanpur’s—maybe many readers have different opinions: anyway, I have written a lot of ink on all three of them.My choice, if I have to ask for a reason, I think the most direct one is probably because Kanpur is the only woman among the three (laughs). Some readers may feel that I have done less work on old Jim-this makes the main criminal appear thinner in portrayal.In fact, I have considered this issue when I was planning the article: in my opinion, it would be too monotonous for all three of them to write heavily.It would be better to leave a little blank on one of them and let the readers paint by themselves.After implementing it, I feel that the effect is not bad-if you don't like it, you have to make do with it:

Everyone knows that I am lazy. After finishing the article, I am even more reluctant to fill in these gaps. Old Rügenmann.I don’t know if you have noticed that I deliberately didn’t mark the name of the main character in foreign languages ​​in the article—readers who know a little German certainly know that in Germany, I’m afraid there are very few parents who give their children this name. The name: Lugenmann, which means "the liar" - I took the risk of giving such a big hint at the beginning of this article. I don't know how many readers guessed the answer at that time? There are a little more descriptions, and the fuller it reads, the more terrifying it seems to be—unfortunately, the next article "Cocoon Silk Ring", judging from the clues we have so far, is probably comparable to "Ghost Mortuary" Between" is even more terrifying: If we want to rank, this article in the Wenzel series is probably at least after these three unfinished things (laughs).

If you look at this novel in terms of word count, it can barely be considered a long novel, and it can be published as a book alone-then, when the publishing house is typesetting, I hope that the American editor can add "with respect to the title page" on the title page This article commemorates the writer Shakespeare, Mr. Jules Verne and the era that passed away." This passage.reason?After reading the article carefully, you will know it naturally. Taking the epitaph as the end of Wenzel's series seems to have become my habit-I don't know whether this habit is good or bad.Maybe when I write the next one (probably the case of "Nylon Gate") I will correct it:

This depends on the specific situation. Well, the epilogue ends here.Finally, thank you for your continuous support for the Wenzel series, thank you! Wenzel May