The young man knelt down and put his head on the abbe’s bed.
Now, listen to me on my deathbed. The treasure of Stendhal is there.
Thanks to the kindness of the emperor, there is no distance or obstacle for me now. I have seen the depths of the cave, and my eyes have penetrated the deepest stratum. So many treasures are so dazzling that my eyes are spent. You can really escape. Remember that poor priest is said to be crazy all over the world, but he is not crazy. Go to Monte Cristo and enjoy the treasure quickly, because you have suffered enough.
A violent tremor interrupted the priest’s words. Dants looked up and saw that Faria’s eyes were full of blood. It seemed that a lot of blood had rushed to his face from the brain cavity.
Farewell Farewell. The abb grasped Edmond’s hand convulsively and said farewell in a low voice.
Oh, no, no, he shouted goodbye and left me. Oh, come and help him! Help! Help!
Hush, hush, the dying man whispered that if you could save me, we wouldn’t be separated.
You’re right. Oh, yes, believe me, I will definitely save you, and although you feel bad, it seems that you have never been so serious.
You’re wrong. I don’t feel so bad because I don’t have the strength to endure it. At your age, I have confidence in life. I hope it’s young people, but old people can see death more clearly. Oh, it’s coming. I can’t see it. My wisdom has disappeared. What about your hand? Dantè s said goodbye. He struggled for the last time and stood up and said, Monte Cristo, don’t forget that he fell to bed. This time, he was very sick. The priest’s limbs were stiff, his eyelids were swollen, his mouth was
Dantè s picked up the lamp and put it beside the bed. A convex stone quivered and the flame poured its strange and strange light on the deformed face and rigid body. His eyes were unblinkingly waiting for the opportunity to deliver the life-saving potion.
When he was sure that the time had come, he picked up a knife and pried his teeth. This time, the teeth didn’t bite as tightly as last time. He counted the drops until twelve drops, and then waited for about twice as many drops in the bottle. He waited for ten minutes and a quarter of an hour, and nothing happened. His hair stood on end, and his forehead was cold and his heartbeat was counting. Then he thought that it was time for his last effort. He put the bottle on Faria’s purple lips, and there was no need to pry his teeth this time because it was still waiting for him to pour all the potions into his throat.
The potion produced a striking effect. The priest’s limbs shook violently, and his eyes gradually widened, which made him fear. He sighed like a scream, then trembled and died, and his eyes remained wide open.
Half an hour, an hour and a half passed. At this time, Edmond was so sad that he leaned against his friend and put his hand on his heart. He felt that his body was getting colder and his heart was getting weaker and weaker. Finally, he stopped his heart and his face became livid as soon as he stopped beating. His eyes were still open, but it was six o’clock in the morning, and the dawn had just broken into the dungeon, which would make the lights out even paler. The strange reflection reflected on the dead face looked a little angry. At this moment, day and night, Dants was still alive. I hope, but when the day comes, he’s white, and now he’s with a dead body, so a kind of extreme horror catches him. He’s afraid to hold his hand hanging outside the bed and look at those unblinkingly blank eyes again. He tried to close it many times, but he still blew out the light and carefully hid it. Then he got into the tunnel and covered the big stone as much as possible.
It was a close call because the jailer got over it. This time, he first went to Dants’ dungeon and left Dants, then walked to Faria’s cell. He had breakfast in his hand and a shirt. Obviously, the man didn’t know what had happened. He walked on.
Dantè s suddenly felt an uneasy feeling. He was eager to know what happened in his unfortunate friend’s cell, so he got into the tunnel again. When he reached the other end, he happened to hear the jailer screaming for help. Soon several jailers came, and then he heard a kind of even pace-as one pleases knew that soldiers were coming, and they used to walk like this even when they were not on duty. The warden came behind them.
Edmond heard the creaking of the bed and knew that they were moving the body. Then he heard the warden’s voice. He told someone to sprinkle water on the prisoner’s face. Seeing this way, the prisoner sent someone to the doctor when he woke up. Then the warden left. Dants’ ear was filled with a few words of pity and cruel laughter.
Come on, come on, a man shouted, go find his treasure. Have a nice trip.
Although he is a million dollars, he can’t afford a shroud, said another
Oh, the third sentence goes on. The shroud of Fort Yves is not expensive.
Maybe the man said earlier that because he is a priest, they might give him more.
They might give him a cloth bag.
Edmond listened to every word, but he couldn’t understand some of the words. He soon stopped talking. Those people seemed to have left the dungeon, but he still dared not go in. Maybe they would leave a jailer to watch the body. He still stayed silent and held his breath for an hour. After that, he heard a slight sound, which gradually became louder and louder. It was the warden who came back with the doctor’s entourage. It was obvious that the doctor was examining the body and asked questions soon.
The doctor analyzed the prisoner’s illness and announced that he was dead. Then he came to answer a cold question. Dantè s was very angry because he felt that the whole world should love the poor priest as much as he did.
I feel very sorry to hear what you said. After the doctor declared that the old man was really dead, the warden said that he was a gentle, quiet and foolish prisoner who simply didn’t need to guard him.
The jailer went on to say that he would not guard, and I dare say that he would not escape if he lived here for fifty years.
However, the warden added, although you are sure, let’s be sure again. This is not because I doubt your medical skills, but because we are responsible that we should be very sure about the death of prisoners.
There was another moment of utter silence in the room. Dantè s had been eavesdropping. He speculated that the doctor was examining the body for the second time.
Don’t worry, the doctor said he was really dead, I can guarantee that.
You know, sir, the warden insisted that we can’t satisfy this kind of thing just by inspection. No matter what it looks like, you have done it according to the legal procedures, right?
Then go and burn the soldering iron, said the doctor, but it is really unnecessary to do so
The iron-burning ordered Dantè s to shiver. He heard the hurried footsteps. People were coming and going for a few minutes. A jailer came in and said that the brazier iron had been brought.