When he said these words in a hoarse and suffocating voice, he stumbled towards the door. A bailiff mechanically knocked on the door. Everyone in the court was speechless with surprise. The series of terrible things that caused a sensation in Paris for half a month reached the peak.

Oh, Beauchamp said, who can say that this scene is not performed properly now?
Oh, Chateau-Renaud said that I would rather end his life with a pistol like Mr. Morcerf, which is better than this disaster.
Then he committed murder, Beauchamp said
I wanted to marry his daughter a while ago. Debray said it was a good thing she died, poor girl
Your interrogation was suspended, and the presiding judge said that the case was postponed to the second court and the case was re-examined by another judge.
In Andre, he is still calm and more interesting than before. He left the court under the escort of bailiffs, and the bailiffs paid him some respect.
Well, what do you think of this matter? My hero Debray asked the deputy sheriff and put a piece of gold Louis into his hand.
May reduce the sentence as appropriate, he replied
Chapter 111 Make amends
M. de Villefort saw a dense crowd flashing a road in front of him.
Extreme pain will give others a sense of awe, that is, in the most unfortunate period in history, the first reaction of the masses is always to express sympathy for suffering in a great disaster
Many people will be killed in a riot, but criminals are rarely insulted when they are tried. Villefort walked by the court in front of the military police in peace. Although he confessed his guilt, he was sad and protected. In this case, people do not judge by wisdom, but by being able to act in such a situation. The greatest person is the most emotional person. Everyone regards their expressions as a perfect language and is satisfied with it, especially when that language is in line with the actual situation. When Villefort left the court, the trance and confusion state is difficult to shape. A kind of extreme excitement, every nerve is tense and every blood vessel is bulging. Every part of his body seems to be slaughtered by pain, which increases his pain by a thousand times. He used to go to court. He threw his judge’s robe not because of this, but because his shoulders were overwhelmed, like wearing a shirt full of pain. Nisus is a centaur monster in Greek mythology. He kidnapped Hercules’ wife and was shot dead by Hercules’ poisoned arrow. According to Nisus’ last words. Husband’s shirt was soaked in Hercules’ blood, so he was poisoned and distressed and killed. He stumbled to Dobbin Road and saw his carriage stop there, knocked on the door and shook the sleepy driver, then fell to the seat and stopped there. He pointed to St. Honore Road and drove his carriage. The disaster seemed to have crushed him. He didn’t think about it after seeing it. He could intuitively feel their weight. He couldn’t analyze his situation as wisely as a cold murderer used to killing people. He thought of the emperor in his soul.Behind the disaster, he saw the emperor’s carriage running rapidly on the cushion, shaking constantly. Villefort felt something behind him, and he reached for it. It was Mrs. Villefort’s fans in the car, which reminded him of his wife like a flash in the dark.
Oh, he shouted as if a piece of red-hot iron was searing his heart. In the past hour, he thought of his own sin, and now another terrible thing suddenly appeared in his mind. His wife, who had treated her as an impartial private judge, had sentenced her to death, and she was suffering from remorse and terror, and from the shame aroused by his eloquent words.
She is a poor weak woman who has resisted the law. She may be preparing to die there at this time. It has been an hour since she was convicted.
At this time, she was doubtfully recalling all kinds of crimes she had committed. Maybe she was asking for forgiveness of her crimes. Maybe she was writing to her husband asking her virtuous husband to forgive her. Villefort groaned in pain and despair again.
Ah, he sighed, that woman became a criminal because of her combination with me. I have criminal bacteria with me. She was infected like typhoid, cholera and plague, but I punished her. I dared to say to her, repent and die. Oh, no, no, she can live with me. We can escape from France and escape to the end of the world. How dare I say that to her? Oh, the guillotine is waiting for me. We will fly away. I will admit everything to her. Oh, it’s a combination of tigers and snakes. Oh, it’s really worthy to be my wife
He shouted in a tone that the driver felt as if he had touched the horse and ran home in horror.
Yes, yes, on the way, Villefort repeatedly said that that woman can’t die and should be made to repent and raise my son. My poor child is the only one left in my unfortunate home except the old man with strong vitality. She loves this child, and she becomes a sinner. If a mother still loves her child, her heart will not be so bad that she will repent. No one will know that she has committed crimes. Although everyone has doubts now, she will forget to pay her enemies and remember that Emperor Ai will punish me later. Well, it doesn’t matter if I add two or three more felonies. My wife can run away with the children’s jewels. She can live and maybe live happily. Because she has devoted all her love to the children, my heart will feel better, so the prosecutor thinks that his breathing is smoother.
The carriage stopped in the mansion, and Villefort came out of the car. He was surprised to see that the servants came back so early. Besides, he couldn’t look at their faces. No one spoke to him. As usual, they let him pass by. When he passed Mr. Noirtier’s room, he saw two figures through the half door, but he didn’t want to know who was visiting his father. He hurried on.
Ah, nothing. When he took the stairs leading to his wife’s room, he said nothing. Everything was the same. He closed the stairway door behind him, so that no one could disturb us. He thought I had to tell her without scruple that he had confessed in front of her and told her everything. He went to the door and held the crystal door handle, but the door did. He said it was fine. He went to Edward to sleep. The little boy went to school during the day, and his mother lived with him late. He looked at the room, and he said that she was in his room. He rushed to the door, where he was shivering.
Who is it? he asked the woman. He thought the sound was much weaker than usual.
Menville shouted that it was me at the door.
No matter how much he begged, no matter how painful his tone sounded, the door was still kicking Villefort’s foot in the door. Madame Villefort looked at her stiffly, her face was pale and her facial features shrank, and she looked at him in horror. He said, What’s wrong with you? Say it.
The young woman stretched out a stiff and pale hand to him. I made a cabinet as you asked. Her voice was hoarse and her throat seemed to be torn at any moment.
What do you want? She fell to the floor.
Villefort ran to grab her hand and convulsed. Madame de Villefort killed Villefort with a crystal bottle with a gold cover in her hand. He was so scared that he went back to the door and stared at the body. Where is my son? He suddenly shouted, Edward Edward. He rushed to the room and shouted, Edward. He was so sad that the servants came running when he heard the shout.
Where is my son? asked Villefort. Get him out of this room so that he doesn’t see him.
Master Edward is not in the building, replied the servant.
Then he may be playing in the garden.
No, sir, madam sent someone to look for him half an hour ago. He went to madam’s room and hasn’t been upstairs since.
Villefort had a cold sweat on his forehead, and his legs trembled. All kinds of ominous thoughts swirled around in his mind. He muttered that his wife’s room was inside. He couldn’t come to see the unfortunate wife’s body and called for Edward. He would definitely make an echo in the grave room. It seems that he shouldn’t speak to break the silence of the grave. Villefort felt that his tongue was numb. Edward stammered that Edward didn’t reply. He didn’t come to his mother’s room. Where could he be? He tiptoed over and Mrs. Villefort’s body was lying across the door. Edward must be in the room. The body seems to be guarding the door, staring at the door with a terrible mysterious sarcastic smile. From there, you can see an upright piano and a blue satin couch. Villefort took two or three steps forward and saw his child lying on the sofa asleep. He let out a cry and seemed to penetrate into the dark abyss of despair. He had to cross the body and walk into the room, pick up his child and take him away.
Villefort is no longer the man who is skilled in foresight. Now he is a dying tiger with an injury. His teeth have been ground by the final pain. He is not afraid of reality. He is afraid of ghosts. He stepped over the body as if it could swallow him up. He held the child in his arms, hugged him and shook him, but the child did not answer his lips to kiss the child’s cheek. He felt his limbs stiff. He put his hand on his chest, and his heart stopped beating. The child died. A piece of paper fell from Edward’s chest. Villefort slammed his legs and knelt down from him.
You know that I am a good mother, and my son does not hesitate to make himself a sinner. A good mother can’t separate her son.
Villefort believed in his eyes and his wisdom. He crawled over to the child’s body and cried out in grief like a lioness watching it die. He said that the emperor was always there. The two dead bodies frightened him. He couldn’t stand two bodies to fill the silence. Until then, he was desperate and sad. He had an extraordinary courage. Now he got up, but his head was so low that he couldn’t lift his head. He shook his hair wet with cold sweat and decided to go to his father. He never showed it to anyone. He has shown mercy, but now he wants to find someone to listen to his complaints. He wants to find someone to listen to his crying. He takes the stairs and walks into Noirtier’s room. The old man can show the most affectionate expression and listen to Father Busoni. Father Busoni is still as cold and calm as usual. Villefort put his hand on his forehead when he saw the elder. He remembers that he visited him after Adour’s dinner and that the elder came to this room the day Valentine died. You are here, he sighed. Why do you always come with death?
Busoni turned around and looked at the prosecutor’s face changed. There was such a savage and fierce look in his eyes. He knew that the court play had already taken place, but of course he didn’t know that something else had happened. I had come to your daughter to pray before, he replied.
But what are you doing here today
I’ll tell you that your debt has been repaid enough. From now on, I will pray that the emperor will forgive you as I do.
God, Villefort looked flustered and shouted, You are not Father Busoni.
It was me, not the elder, who pulled off his hair and shook his head. His black hair hung freely on both sides of his handsome face.
You are the count of Monte Cristo, cried the prosecutor with a stunned look.
You’re not right, prosecutor’s office. Think again.
It was in Marseilles that you first heard my voice. Think about it on the wedding day of Miss Saint Milan 23 years ago.
You’re not Busoni, you’re not Monte Cristo, you’re the sworn enemy hiding behind the scenes. I must have offended you in Marseilles. Oh, it’s my bad luck.