Tang Zhangwei originally thought that after he came out, the casino gangster Wu Chi and the scum gangster Gao Li Dai would always have to be more restrained.

Unexpectedly, these two gangsters don't know how to converge at all, they are still the same.

Some people in Chang'an City kindly persuaded them to restrain themselves, but they didn't expect these two gangsters to know what to do at all.

Wu Chi, the gangster in the casino, glared at him and said, "I'm like this bird, I don't care if any of you care about me." ”

When Tang Zhangwei heard that Du Chan was still threatened, and Du Zi tried to persuade the casino gangster Wu Chi to restrain himself, but was beaten up by the casino gangster Wu Chi with someone, Tang Zhangwei said: "These people are crazy. ”

Tang Zhangwei ordered Du Chan to lead the team to clean them up, but she didn't dare.

Tang Zhangwei shook his head with a smile and said, "Today, I will take someone to clean them up, after we cut these people to the roots, you will be safe, otherwise these people will continue to harass you." ”

Du Chan mustered up her courage at this time, and she took Tang Zhangwei to find those bastards.

"Hmm...... No, I did, I only met once in my life, and it was six years ago. Filica was a servant of our family at the time of serfdom; I forgot about having just buried him, and cried out again: 'Filica, bring me a pipe!' He came in and kept walking towards the rack where the pipes were kept. I sat there and thought, 'He's come to avenge me,' because we had a big fight just before he died. I said, 'Your clothes are torn on your elbows, how dare you come in and see me like this, get out, wretch!' He turned and walked out, never again. I didn't tell Marfa Petrovna at the time, I wanted to celebrate Requiem Mass for him, but I was embarrassed. ”

"Let's see a doctor."

"If you don't say it, I also understand that I am not in good health, although really, I don't know what kind of disease it is; As far as I can see, my body is about four times better than yours. I'm asking you not this,—— do you believe ghosts appear? What I ask you is: Do you believe in ghosts? ”

"No, I don't believe it anyway!" Raskolnikov even shouted viciously.

"What do people usually say?" Svidrigailov said as if talking to himself, bowing his head slightly, looking to the side. "They said, 'You are sick, which means that your delusions are nothing but illusions that do not exist.' But there is no strict logic to this. I agree that only the sick see ghosts; But this only proves that ghosts can only be seen by patients, not that they do not exist. ”

"Of course not!" Raskolnikov insisted angrily.

"Doesn't it exist? What do you think? Svidrigailov looked at him slowly, and continued. Well, if you think about it this way (please advise): 'Ghosts - that's it, so to speak, fragments and fragments of other worlds, a factor in those worlds. Of course, healthy people don't need to see them, because healthy people belong to this world completely, so for the sake of the perfection of this world and the maintenance of order in this world, they should only live in this world. But once there is a slight illness, the normal order of the earthly world in the body is slightly disrupted, then there will immediately be the possibility of contact with another world, and the more sick he is, the more contact with the other world, so when a person is completely dead, he will directly transfer to another world. I have long made such a judgment. If you believe in the afterlife, you will believe in this assertion. ”

"I don't believe in the afterlife," Raskolnikov said.

Svidrigailov sat and fell into deep thought.

"What if there's only spiders or something like that," he said suddenly.

"This is a madman," Raskolnikov thought.

"We have always imagined eternity as an incomprehensible concept, a thing of great beauty, incomparably large! But why does it have to be so big? In case it's not, you know, it's probably a little house, like a bathhouse in the countryside, it's blackened, and there are spiders in every corner, and that's eternity. You know, sometimes I think it's roughly like that. ”

"Can't you imagine anything more comforting and real than this!" Raskolnikov shouted in agony.

"More realistic? How do you know, maybe it's real, you know, I think I must have made it like this on purpose! Svidrigailov replied with a smirk.

Hearing this unreasonable answer, Raskolnikov suddenly felt a chill. Svidrigailov looked up, looked at him intently, and suddenly burst out laughing.

"No, do you want that," he cried out, "we hadn't seen each other half an hour ago, and we regarded each other as enemies, and we had a matter between us that had not yet been resolved; Let's put this aside, and lo and behold, what we talked about! Well, I said we're the same people, right? ”

"Excuse me," Raskolnikov continued angrily, "and tell me what you are doing with your condescension...... And...... And...... I'm busy, I'm not available, I'm going out ......"

"Please, please. Is Lingmei, Avdodya Romanovna, going to marry Luzhin, Mr. Pyotr Petrovich? ”

"Can you try not to talk about the sister-in-law, and don't mention her name? I don't even understand, how dare you say her name in front of me, if you really are Svidrigailov? ”

"But I'm here to talk about her, how can I not mention her name?"

"Okay; Say it, but please hurry! ”

"If you have met this Mr. Luzhin, a relative of my in-laws, even if you have only been with him for half an hour, or have heard something really reliable about him, I am sure that you have formed your own opinion of this man. He is not worthy of Avdodia Romanovna. It seems to me that in this matter Avdodia Romanovna sacrificed herself without careful consideration and too generously, and she did so in order to ...... For the sake of their own family. Because of what I have heard about you, I feel that if this family business can be blown away without harming Ling Mei's interests, you will be very satisfied. Now, having met you personally, I am even convinced of it. ”

"From your part, these words are very naïve; I beg your pardon, I mean to say: shameless," Raskolnikov said.

(End of chapter)