Chapter 348 Linka's Death

The embarrassed Camus found a clinic nearby. When he came out with his suitcase, he saw the tax collector who had changed his clothes standing at the door of the clinic. He was wearing a black suit, with an ordinary face, a thin body, dark skin, and some small scars on his rough face. He smiled awkwardly when he saw Camus.

"Are you okay?"

Seeing him, Camus smiled meaningfully. He looked around and took a step back.

"It's okay, just a minor injury. Why are you here?"

The tax collector was relieved when he saw it. Just as he was about to speak, he found a black stick hitting his head.

"Ah... stop hitting me." Hearing the screams, passers-by looked over and saw a man with an excited face holding a stick and beating a man.

"I can't beat you to death. I was just about to find you. I didn't expect you to catch up with me." After saying that, Camus felt that this was boring, so he threw the stick away and raised his fist to hit him.

"Ah... stop hitting me... it hurts. "The screaming man ran away with his head in his hands. Hearing his words, Camus stopped attacking and handed him a cigarette.

"Hiss..." The bruised man felt that no one was hitting him, so he looked up at Camus and took the cigarette, and spoke in a confused manner.

"I know I was wrong, so we are even."

Camus nodded in agreement and spoke in an agreeing tone.

"Yes, I have taken revenge, mainly because I am tired of fighting and want to smoke."

"That's good."

Hearing that Camus's anger had subsided, the man's bruised face showed a smile, and at this moment he suddenly saw a fist as big as a sandbag hitting him.

"Ah... You don't keep your word, and you still hit me?"

Camus sneered and spoke immediately.

"I said I was tired, but I didn't say I wouldn't hit you. I've finished smoking my cigarette, so die. "After saying that, he punched like a rainstorm, screaming for a while, and everyone who heard it shuddered.

The man wanted to resist, but he had already been beaten by Camus.

Ten minutes later, the man with a face swollen like a pig's head looked at Camus pitifully. Camus shook his fist that was a little painful and said with a grin.

"My hand hurts, I should have cut it with a knife earlier."

The man shuddered when he heard this.

"I know you have to pay money, I know I was wrong, at worst I will accompany you." Camus' eyes lit up when he heard this, and he spoke immediately.

"260 gold coins, give me the money, how about we even it out."

"No money..."

"Pah..."

The man was seen lying on the snow and twitching, and Camus shook his arms and said indifferently.

"You dare to talk without money, you deserve to be beaten."

"Forget it, I didn't expect you to pay money, it's much better now, we're even. "After saying that, Camus picked up his suitcase and left. He still had to find a place to stay tonight.

"I'll give you the potion. I know the path to the gravekeeper of sequence one, and the potion from stage one to stage two." The man who crawled out of the snow behind him chased up and spoke in a low voice.

"Not interested, I just need money." Camus ignored him.

"Where do you live? I have a place for you to live." Camus stopped when he heard this. He estimated that people in Deep Blue Street would not rent a house to him, and it was unrealistic to live in a hotel. Now that Lux was gone, he didn't need to live anywhere to protect her.

"Where?"

"Industrial zone."

"No, there are too many industrial waste gases. I want to live a few more years." Camus decisively refused when he heard this place. It was not that there was really a lot of industrial waste gas there, but he didn't want to see those heartbreaking scenes. The slums in the industrial zone have been in tragedy since the winter came, and he had no ability to help them. He could only turn a blind eye and not be annoyed.

"Think about it. I think you are very talented. Let's cooperate. ”

“Cooperate on what?”

“Pretend to be a tax collector and collect taxes.”

“Huh…”

Hearing this, Camus turned around in surprise. He looked at the bruised man. No wonder he came to collect taxes in half a month and didn’t care about the money. It turned out that this guy was a fake. Not to mention that he pretended to be quite like him, but he didn’t need that little money.

“Not interested.”

“I know who you are. You are the one who destroyed the club. I’m sure.” At this time, the bruised man finally told Camus why he was close to him. Camus immediately stopped and looked at him with a faint look.

“I was not sure when I saw you today, but I am sure that you are the one who destroyed the club. Your stopping means that my guess is correct, Mr. Sherlock Conan.” Seeing Camus stop, the bruised man ran over and spoke sincerely.

“My name is Hannibal, the gravekeeper of sequence one, and I want to follow you.”

“Hannibal? Interesting. "Hearing this name, Camus thought of a famous person.

"Yes... Hannibal, Viscount Hanni's father."

Hearing this explanation, Camus smiled immediately, he looked at Hannibal and shook his head.

"You are too weak."

"I will become stronger, I really want to fight you, it doesn't matter if I lose my life."

"Just to cause trouble for Viscount Hanni? Sorry, I'm not interested, they don't bother me anymore."

Hearing this, Hannibal showed eight teeth and smiled, but his bruised face looked a little weird.

"I just want to make a promise, I have no grudge against Hanni."

When Camus heard this, his mouth twitched. Where did this courageous boy come from? He was still too young.

"Go away, I'm not interested, don't tell me any promises, if I were you, I would just stay away from them."

The man gritted his teeth and struggled loudly.

"Linka is dead, and she was still chanting your name before she died."

Hearing this familiar name, Camus immediately remembered the stubborn girl in the club. He had already given her money and then kicked her out. He watched her barefoot and undress disappear into the snow with his own eyes.

"What's up with her?"

Seeing Camus stop, Hannibal held his heart and spoke tremblingly.

"After she left you, she returned to her home in the industrial area. However, her family was walking to death due to poverty and illness. One night I went to throw garbage in the alley because of hunger. I..." At this point The man's hot tears fell onto the snow, leaving small holes in the snow.

"I... saw her being violated with my own eyes. I didn't have the courage to help him. I'm a beast... I'm not a human..." At this point, the man knelt on the ground and howled, beating his chest desperately. .

"I...I...had no choice but to take her home. She was covered in wounds, and the blood stained the snow red. I had no money and could only use crude methods to stop her bleeding, but the wounds were inflamed and she was hungry... … She’s getting weaker and weaker.”

Hearing this, Kamu couldn't help but ponder, had he done something wrong in the first place? Haven't you ever thought about the consequences of a lonely girl leaving alone? But at that time, she had no choice but to leave because of fear of trouble and the club's pursuit.

"She lived with me for seven days, most of which she was in a coma. When she was awake, she told me the recipe for the potion, but she kept talking about her gold coins. She said you gave them to her. Call me I must get it back."

At this point, Hannibal handed over a bloody gold coin. Camus glanced at it and turned to look at the person kneeling on the ground.

"How did you get it back?"

"After Linka died, in order to take revenge, I took a risk and killed one of them to get this gold coin. Fortunately, they didn't use it, otherwise I would have been in trouble."

Hearing this, Kamiao clenched the gold coins tightly and looked up at the sky.

"Why bother? Why are you so persistent?"

"No... that's not persistence. You gave her hope, and you gave her life. You were her only support and spiritual sustenance when she was alone. You are an important person to her. She always talks about it when she is awake. Your name, you don’t know how much she wants to see you.” Hannibal choked when he heard Camus’ words. Camus looked down at the gold coins in his hand and fell into deep thought.

"how did you find me?"

Hannibal clenched his fists after hearing this. Although I am a waste, my sense of smell is very good. After killing that thug, I got part of the money. I pretended to be a tax collector and went door to door to find you because it took too long. Oh, I didn't recognize you for a while. Just after I left, I thought of this familiar breath, but I wasn't sure and came back to find you.

"Did you drink the potion?"

Hannibal smiled awkwardly, "Although I got part of the money by pretending to collect taxes, I didn't have time to learn the knowledge of promotion because I wanted to find you. So I have the ability to buy potions, but I don't have the time to learn the knowledge of promotion."

When Camus heard this, he looked down at this man. He was cowardly but he had a sense of responsibility. He did not lose his good nature even when he was cold and hungry. He was just an ordinary person, an ordinary person who yearned for food and clothing. If it were not for accident, maybe He could never find himself in his life. He saw his cowardice, but he was not qualified to criticize him. He put himself in his shoes and thought about what kind of choice he should make in that situation and situation. In his opinion, he agreed. Linka, whether out of guilt or repayment, is trying his best to find himself. Even if there is not much hope, in Kamius' view, he is greater than most people.

"I'm sorry, I was too harsh." Camus stretched out his arm for the first time. Hannibal, who was bruised and swollen, did not reach out. Instead, he looked at Camus resolutely.

"You said... they didn't mess with you, and you don't want to be their enemy."

Kamiu paused after hearing this, "When I knew the forces behind the club, I knew that what I did now would not cause them 'pain'. Just as you promised Linka, I also promised people, I will follow you We are still burdened with hatred, but hatred will not blind me, we are too weak."

Hannibal didn't understand when he heard this. Is this different from not taking revenge?

Seeing his expression, Camus continued to smile and speak.

"Of course, it's okay to cause trouble. Don't you want to take me to your house?"

"Did you agree? Come with me." After hearing this, Hannibal climbed up with a look of joy on his face. Camus immediately supported him, and the two of them gradually disappeared into the wind and snow.