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Tim sat quietly beside the person beside him. Seeing that Davina was uncontrollably releasing a smile, the expression he was watching did not change, but towards her leaving, Davina still did not mention a single word, as she was not willing to say it.

Davina sat beside him, extending her hand and gently stroking Tim's violin, as though she was in a dream. The touch of the guqin was not soft, but it felt very real.

Tim raised his head, looked at the ceiling, and suppressed Davina's hand. His patience was not very good, it was just that he did not know how to express it properly.

Davina turned her head to look at him. Tim organized her speech, tightened her jaw, and still planned to ask him clearly about the goosebumps in her heart. "Wait, that's not … Let's start from the beginning. That day, you suddenly stopped coming to school, so I asked a lot of people … From then on, you seem to have evaporated? "Why?" Tim's eyes were purely filled with worry and unease. He very straightforwardly looked at Davina, asking for an answer.

Davina was startled, she opened her mouth and hid her expression, causing the hair behind her ears to fall, she vaguely replied: "En, it's because of a sudden situation, I have to go and take care of some matters."

Tim did not expect her reply to be so casual. He could only follow along and ask, "Then are you alright?" Then, the boy shook his head and answered his own question. "You look fine, but in fact, you look good."

Davina nodded. On the surface, she seemed to be pretty good, as Maser had never treated his little angel wrongly.

Tim slowly restrained his smile. Davina was really different, he could clearly understand that a feeling of helplessness had flashed across his heart. "Then, do you plan to return to school?"

Davina shook her head. She could not continue to be perfunctory as she bit her lips and spoke in a cold and stiff tone, "I'm not going back, Tim." The girl's voice started to become a little ethereal, "I can't go back anymore, Tim, but I hope you know that I'm sorry … "Even if I leave, I miss you very much. I miss being able to see you in school. I miss seeing you play the violin. I miss you laughing. I miss being together with no worries or worries …"

"Actually," Tim lowered his head, as if he was fleeing from a panic attack, he firmly picked up the violin, "This place's sound effects are not bad, do you want to hear it?"

Holding onto the guqin's handle, Tim began to play his solo, all for the sake of Davina.

The clear music started, reverberating in the small space. It seemed to replace words, as if one could taste a lot of content, content that not even words could express.

The hazy mist covered Davina's eyes. She opened her eyes and smiled brilliantly as her hands supported her chin while she sat on the stairs and looked at the boy. Her bright and beautiful eyes could not bear to leave Tim's eyes for even a moment.

The sound of the zither became even more gentle and gentle. Tim's expression sunk as he was deeply moved up his throat, as if he could see from these fine strings movements that Tim's music had brought about new hope. It was as if the years of his childhood when he broke and normal had never disappeared.

The simple Tim and the pure Davina had never left, it was just that, following the footsteps and trajectory of his life, he hid himself even more deeply.

There seemed to be a circle between them that no one could enter or get out of.

Claus sat at the back of the church and looked at them, sincerely smiling. "This child is very talented," he said in an appreciative tone, and even a happy feeling, "I can't force myself to bring out this kind of feeling."

Kamir's eyes darkened. She began to feel a little afraid, Claus would never do something that wasn't necessary, "What did you do to him?"

Claus raised his eyebrows. He did not immediately respond to Kamir, but instead, looked at him with a gaze that was rich with content.

Kamir followed him and looked at Davina and the others quietly, as though she was starting to understand Claus's plan, her tone was sharp and ridiculing, "I know what you do, and I can guess what you want to do. Although I feel that your actions are crazy, at least it makes sense."

Claus did not deny that he was never afraid of being caught doing bad things.

Kamir surveyed her surroundings, as though some unknown emotion had been stirred by the music, and her calm voice started to become depressed and frenzied, "But, this massacre, is completely cruel and meaningless."

Church, massacre? Disaster? What does it have to do with her? Claus swept his gaze across the floor, which had traces of blood on it. He looked at Kamir, and suddenly understood what was going on.

Kamir's emotions started to get out of control. Her tears started to lose control along with the rhythm of the music, and she seemed to have returned to a very, very small age.

Claus sat still as he gazed into the distance. He thought of the past, that candid boy from the past, his older brother and younger sister, his former gentle mother, and that … A cruel father.

Kamir's tone became a little gloomy, and her tears unconsciously began to slowly fall. "In your entire life, have you ever heard of such a thing? There will be that... A kind person, or an ideal priest, who for no reason set off a massacre? "

Claus raised his eyebrows, his attitude was very normal, he had seen too much, "Kamir, I have seen too many things in my life, Kamir, this world is very scary, not everyone is as innocent as you … People do everything to achieve their goals. "

Kamir shook her head, she was unwilling to agree with Claus's thoughts, and insisted on her principle, "No, this world is not scary, and humans are not scary either, they are kind people. But something made them bad, knocked them down, made them kill each other... But there is always a sign, a reminder before a man is on the verge of collapse, but why? But the person who did it didn't...? "

Kamir only asked herself, and Claus did not want to interrupt, he only looked at Kamir closely, with an indifferent attitude, "You know that person?"

Kamir struggled to answer as she nodded her head and tilted her face, "He doesn't drink alcohol or take drugs, and she doesn't even have any bad habits or hobbies."

"You have quite a good understanding of him," Claus's focus was on Kamir, as he started to become a little interested, "It looks like you know him, right?"

"His name is Shawn, and he's my big brother — his twin brother," When Kamir saw Tim and Davina, she dried her tears, "I can't sleep at night and dream about everything that has happened here every night. I hate this feeling, I hate that I can't help him myself!"

Claus was silent for a moment, after that, he smirked, and sighed as he complained, "We all have to face the evil in our hearts alone."

Evil, as the embodiment of this word, Claus would never avoid it. The real demon, had always faced directly dripping blood and evil.

Kamir was a little confused, she didn't dare to believe her brother's cruelty, but reality was right in front of her, baring her fangs and brandishing her claws. She couldn't help but ask back with painful suspicion, "What if that evil also happens to grow in my heart one day?"

Claus's attention returned to the original location as the sound of his zither suddenly stopped.

Claus stood up gracefully. He politely bowed slightly and made a rude gesture, Claus ordered the golden-haired bartender, he did not really appreciate the way she seemed to be losing control, Kamir should be more rational and resolute than he thought, "I'm sorry, I have some things that I need to take care of, you should leave before I go. Darling, listen to me, go enjoy the music, taste the wine and delicacies well, and don't think about these anymore …"

Kamir's eyes still had traces of pain, but in the next second, she nodded towards Claus. Her clear eyes looked at Claus, and smiled lightly, "Okay."

Claus's brainwashing had never been ineffective.