Where Inszangewell disappeared, the light suddenly disappeared, dyed with the richest and deepest darkness.
In the darkness, the sound of singing poems came out, and it was quiet and silence, urging people to fall asleep. Even the countless pale arms that were constantly grabbing up under the dark water became slow and no longer crazy, as if they had obtained redemption from the soul.
In such a dark night, a figure came out, it was Inszangewell who had just been dragged into the spiritual world.
Compared with the past, he lost the soft hat on his head, his left shoulder had torn clothes, and a piece of flesh and blood was torn off, and light yellow pus bubbles appeared one by one.
His eyes were no longer indifferent, full of pain, as if he was suffering torture that others could not imagine.
008 The quill continues to write:
Some people regret it, some people are glad that Inszangewell has a "evil umbilical cord" on his body. The baby from Megaosi's belly comes from the "real creator". By using the "umbilical cord", he successfully escaped from the shackles of unknown existence and forced himself to return to the real world, but he also completely lost the magical object and will bear the resentment that the descendants of the evil god cannot be born in a short period of time.
This makes his strength just like some items in the department store when the season changes, leaving only 55% of the original ones. Well, this number is very accurate.
…………
On a street deep in the East District.
Old Kohler hurried back to the rented apartment with the ham contained in a paper bag.
He looked around alertly, afraid that those guys who were hungry with their eyes that looked like wolves would pounce on him and snatch his New Year gift.
When he was still in the countryside, he had seen a wolf, but he didn't expect that he could still experience the familiar feeling in Beckland.
It's still too expensive and too big. I can only buy one with someone and saw it into several portions... This is enough for me to eat during the New Year holiday. I can have two, three, no, at least five slices of ham meat at each meal. I can cut some of it and stew the soup with potatoes, without even adding salt... Thinking of this, Old Kohler looked at the ham in his arms, looked at the red meat mixed with a lot of white, and couldn't help but squirmed, and swallowed.
As he walked, he felt that the fog around him became much thicker. The clear church bell tower in the distance was gradually engulfed by the mixed colors of yellow and iron black. Even the pedestrians around him, after more than ten steps, were only vague shadows left.
Old Kohler instantly felt like he was forgotten by the world and raised his palm to cover his mouth and nose.
Why is the fog smelling so bad today?He muttered and speeded up.
One step, two steps, three steps, Old Kohler felt his face hot and his forehead seemed to be burning.
His chest was tight, his throat was uncomfortable, and he soon developed symptoms of difficulty breathing.
Are you sick?Damn, I also want to have a wonderful New Year, and now I can only send my savings to the clinic and the hospital... No, maybe I'll just have a sleep, just cover my quilt and sleep!Old Kohler talked silently, his head getting hotter and confused.
He, He, He, he heard his difficult breathing sound, his hands softened, and the paper bag containing ham fell heavily to the ground.
Old Kohler subconsciously squatted to pick it up, but fell there.
He held the bag of ham and tried hard to hold it in his arms.
At this moment, he thought that thick phlegm was surging, blocking his throat, so he fought hard and made a sound like a bellows pulling.
thump!Old Kohler began to blur his vision and saw someone falling a few steps away, and he couldn't breathe. He was about the same age as him, and he was in his fifties, with gray temples.
Suddenly, he realized that he was about to die.
This reminded him of his wife and children, who were the same, and they suddenly became infected with the plague and died soon.
This reminded him of the time when he was hospitalized for treatment due to illness. The patients in the same room could still chat with laughter that night, but were sent to the morgue in the early morning.
This reminded him of friends he met while being a homeless man. One winter passed and they disappeared a lot, eventually being found stiffly in bridge holes or in the corner of streets that could shelter the wind, and a small number of people died from sudden food.
This reminded him of the time when he was a good worker, the neighbors in the neighborhood would die so suddenly. Some of them died of headaches and convulsions, some accidentally fell into the newly released steel, some of them had bones all over their bodies and died of swelling, and some even fell silently in the factory, one after another.
This reminded him of what a drunkard said in the bar when he was inquiring about the news, and he said:
People like us are like straw in the ground. When the wind blows, they will fall down. There is no wind, and they may fall down themselves...
The wind came... Old Kohler suddenly flashed through this idea.
While holding the paper bag containing ham, he reached out to explore the pocket of the old jacket, trying to take out the wrinkled cigarette that he had been reluctant to smoke.
What he couldn't understand was why he would suddenly get sick if he was healthy. Such thick fog had not been experienced before.
What he couldn't understand was that his life had just gotten on the right track and was developing in a beautiful enough direction. He also received the reward paid by Detective Moriarty in advance. He bought a piece of ham that he had thought about for a long time to welcome the New Year. He was looking forward to tasting its deliciousness, but why it suddenly fell down.
Old Kohler took out the wrinkled cigarette, but his arm was no longer able to lift it and hit the ground hard.
He tried his best to shout out the words he had accumulated in his heart, but he could only let the weak words wander around his mouth and could not be heard.
He heard his last words.
He heard himself asking:
Why?
…………
Inside an apartment on the edge of the East Side.
Liv hung up the last piece of clothing that had been washed and waited for it to dry.
She looked at the sky outside, and was a little confused by the fog that had become rich at some point.
In short, it was still very early, and our wash work had been completed... Liv's expression gradually became heavier.
It is not a good thing to finish the work too early, it does not mean that you can rest. It only indicates that you have insufficient work and insufficient income.
Liv took a breath, turned around and wiped her hands to the side, and looked straight at her eldest daughter Freia, who was looking at the next room, and said:
It's almost New Year, most of our employers have left Beckland and went on vacation elsewhere. We can't continue like this and have to find a new job.
She said as she walked towards the door:
On such festivals, those rich people will hold banquets after banquet. Their servants may not be enough. They may hire temporary kitchen cleaners. I plan to ask, Freia, you stay at home and get Daisy when you are time to pick up Daisy. We need income. Those whore-raising thieves, robbers, and human traffickers also need income to welcome the New Year.
In the East District, every woman who has not entered the factory must have one skill or a stingy one if she wants to survive.
Fleia replied briskly:
OK
Her mind had already floated to the small table and word book next door.
Liv just opened the door and suddenly staggered and fell to the ground.
Cough cough cough!She let out a violent cough, her face flushed and her joints were sore.
Fleia ran over in panic and squatted down:
Mom, what's wrong with you?Mom, what's wrong with you?
No, ahem, I have no problem.Liv's breathing became more and more difficult.
No, you are sick, you are sick!I'll take you to the hospital right away!Freia tried hard to help her mother up.
Too expensive, too, too expensive, cough, go, charity hospital, charity hospital, I can wait, no, no big problem.Liv gasped and replied.
Fleia shed tears and her eyes blurred quickly.
At this moment, she felt her lungs burn, her body suddenly fell down, and Liv fell back to the ground.
Fleia, what's wrong with you?Ahem, are you sick too?Liv shouted anxiously, "The money is here, cough, it's blocked by the cabinet, cough, it's in the hole in the wall, you, hurry, go to the hospital!"Find a good doctor!
Freia wanted to say something, but couldn't make a sound. Her eyes tilted upwards and saw the door next door.
It was their bedroom, they had their high and low beds, and her favorite small tables and word booklets.
Her body suddenly twitched.
Liv's cough came to an abrupt end.
In the public elementary schools on the edge of the East District, the fog is not thick, but many students have begun to cough.
The teacher on duty was trained and immediately ordered:
Hurry, go to the church next to it!
Daisy stood up in panic and followed the crowd toward the church next to the school.
Suddenly, she felt panic about losing something important.
...Mom...Freia...Daisy turned her head suddenly, trying to rush home against the crowd.
However, she was stopped, she was caught by the teachers and dragged to the church.
Daisy struggled hard and shouted heart-wrenchingly:
Mother!Fleia!
Mother!Fleia!
……
In the East District, in the dock area, in the factory area, those who are old or have hidden diseases fall down one after another like cut down trees. The people who come into contact with them at this time are infected with the plague and die quickly. The healthy adults and children also feel slight discomfort.
In their eyes, the mist that was mixed with yellow and iron and black was like the coming god of death.
On Tuesday of the last week of 1349, Bakerland was smog.
…………
In the corner of the hall, Klein was close to the stone wall, preventing himself from being discovered by Mr. A.
Soon, he heard muffled groans and smelled the erosion of flesh and blood.
Give your life for the arrival of the Lord.Mr. A's voice suddenly rang.
Plop, plop, the sound of the heavy fall of the figure came into Klein's ears, and strong spiritual fluctuations emerged and kept echoing.
Mr. A sacrificed his four waiters?
As soon as Klein thought this way, he heard the sound of illusory stacks of crying in his ears. Some were calling him mom, some were coughing violently, and some were moaning in pain.
As a half-mystic expert, Klein seemed to see figures turning into illusory and transparent figures with unwilling resentment, entering the ceremony one after another, and the repressive emotions such as numbness, despair, pain, and resentment that had been deposited for many years in the factory area, the dock area and the East District also surged like a tide.
Has it officially begun?Klein closed his eyes, pressed his back against the wall, and his right hand clenched tightly, and loosened it again.
For him, the best choice at this time is to sneak out of the hall and run away while Mr. A is focused on the ceremony.
His right hand became loose and tighter, tighter and looser, many times in a row.
Seven or eight seconds later, Klein opened his eyes and his mouth was fluttering and upturned.
He reached out to hold the revolver, turned around and rushed out.
Wearing a long black double-breasted dress, he raised his right hand and aimed at the altar.
In the darkness, the sound of singing poems came out, and it was quiet and silence, urging people to fall asleep. Even the countless pale arms that were constantly grabbing up under the dark water became slow and no longer crazy, as if they had obtained redemption from the soul.
In such a dark night, a figure came out, it was Inszangewell who had just been dragged into the spiritual world.
Compared with the past, he lost the soft hat on his head, his left shoulder had torn clothes, and a piece of flesh and blood was torn off, and light yellow pus bubbles appeared one by one.
His eyes were no longer indifferent, full of pain, as if he was suffering torture that others could not imagine.
008 The quill continues to write:
Some people regret it, some people are glad that Inszangewell has a "evil umbilical cord" on his body. The baby from Megaosi's belly comes from the "real creator". By using the "umbilical cord", he successfully escaped from the shackles of unknown existence and forced himself to return to the real world, but he also completely lost the magical object and will bear the resentment that the descendants of the evil god cannot be born in a short period of time.
This makes his strength just like some items in the department store when the season changes, leaving only 55% of the original ones. Well, this number is very accurate.
…………
On a street deep in the East District.
Old Kohler hurried back to the rented apartment with the ham contained in a paper bag.
He looked around alertly, afraid that those guys who were hungry with their eyes that looked like wolves would pounce on him and snatch his New Year gift.
When he was still in the countryside, he had seen a wolf, but he didn't expect that he could still experience the familiar feeling in Beckland.
It's still too expensive and too big. I can only buy one with someone and saw it into several portions... This is enough for me to eat during the New Year holiday. I can have two, three, no, at least five slices of ham meat at each meal. I can cut some of it and stew the soup with potatoes, without even adding salt... Thinking of this, Old Kohler looked at the ham in his arms, looked at the red meat mixed with a lot of white, and couldn't help but squirmed, and swallowed.
As he walked, he felt that the fog around him became much thicker. The clear church bell tower in the distance was gradually engulfed by the mixed colors of yellow and iron black. Even the pedestrians around him, after more than ten steps, were only vague shadows left.
Old Kohler instantly felt like he was forgotten by the world and raised his palm to cover his mouth and nose.
Why is the fog smelling so bad today?He muttered and speeded up.
One step, two steps, three steps, Old Kohler felt his face hot and his forehead seemed to be burning.
His chest was tight, his throat was uncomfortable, and he soon developed symptoms of difficulty breathing.
Are you sick?Damn, I also want to have a wonderful New Year, and now I can only send my savings to the clinic and the hospital... No, maybe I'll just have a sleep, just cover my quilt and sleep!Old Kohler talked silently, his head getting hotter and confused.
He, He, He, he heard his difficult breathing sound, his hands softened, and the paper bag containing ham fell heavily to the ground.
Old Kohler subconsciously squatted to pick it up, but fell there.
He held the bag of ham and tried hard to hold it in his arms.
At this moment, he thought that thick phlegm was surging, blocking his throat, so he fought hard and made a sound like a bellows pulling.
thump!Old Kohler began to blur his vision and saw someone falling a few steps away, and he couldn't breathe. He was about the same age as him, and he was in his fifties, with gray temples.
Suddenly, he realized that he was about to die.
This reminded him of his wife and children, who were the same, and they suddenly became infected with the plague and died soon.
This reminded him of the time when he was hospitalized for treatment due to illness. The patients in the same room could still chat with laughter that night, but were sent to the morgue in the early morning.
This reminded him of friends he met while being a homeless man. One winter passed and they disappeared a lot, eventually being found stiffly in bridge holes or in the corner of streets that could shelter the wind, and a small number of people died from sudden food.
This reminded him of the time when he was a good worker, the neighbors in the neighborhood would die so suddenly. Some of them died of headaches and convulsions, some accidentally fell into the newly released steel, some of them had bones all over their bodies and died of swelling, and some even fell silently in the factory, one after another.
This reminded him of what a drunkard said in the bar when he was inquiring about the news, and he said:
People like us are like straw in the ground. When the wind blows, they will fall down. There is no wind, and they may fall down themselves...
The wind came... Old Kohler suddenly flashed through this idea.
While holding the paper bag containing ham, he reached out to explore the pocket of the old jacket, trying to take out the wrinkled cigarette that he had been reluctant to smoke.
What he couldn't understand was why he would suddenly get sick if he was healthy. Such thick fog had not been experienced before.
What he couldn't understand was that his life had just gotten on the right track and was developing in a beautiful enough direction. He also received the reward paid by Detective Moriarty in advance. He bought a piece of ham that he had thought about for a long time to welcome the New Year. He was looking forward to tasting its deliciousness, but why it suddenly fell down.
Old Kohler took out the wrinkled cigarette, but his arm was no longer able to lift it and hit the ground hard.
He tried his best to shout out the words he had accumulated in his heart, but he could only let the weak words wander around his mouth and could not be heard.
He heard his last words.
He heard himself asking:
Why?
…………
Inside an apartment on the edge of the East Side.
Liv hung up the last piece of clothing that had been washed and waited for it to dry.
She looked at the sky outside, and was a little confused by the fog that had become rich at some point.
In short, it was still very early, and our wash work had been completed... Liv's expression gradually became heavier.
It is not a good thing to finish the work too early, it does not mean that you can rest. It only indicates that you have insufficient work and insufficient income.
Liv took a breath, turned around and wiped her hands to the side, and looked straight at her eldest daughter Freia, who was looking at the next room, and said:
It's almost New Year, most of our employers have left Beckland and went on vacation elsewhere. We can't continue like this and have to find a new job.
She said as she walked towards the door:
On such festivals, those rich people will hold banquets after banquet. Their servants may not be enough. They may hire temporary kitchen cleaners. I plan to ask, Freia, you stay at home and get Daisy when you are time to pick up Daisy. We need income. Those whore-raising thieves, robbers, and human traffickers also need income to welcome the New Year.
In the East District, every woman who has not entered the factory must have one skill or a stingy one if she wants to survive.
Fleia replied briskly:
OK
Her mind had already floated to the small table and word book next door.
Liv just opened the door and suddenly staggered and fell to the ground.
Cough cough cough!She let out a violent cough, her face flushed and her joints were sore.
Fleia ran over in panic and squatted down:
Mom, what's wrong with you?Mom, what's wrong with you?
No, ahem, I have no problem.Liv's breathing became more and more difficult.
No, you are sick, you are sick!I'll take you to the hospital right away!Freia tried hard to help her mother up.
Too expensive, too, too expensive, cough, go, charity hospital, charity hospital, I can wait, no, no big problem.Liv gasped and replied.
Fleia shed tears and her eyes blurred quickly.
At this moment, she felt her lungs burn, her body suddenly fell down, and Liv fell back to the ground.
Fleia, what's wrong with you?Ahem, are you sick too?Liv shouted anxiously, "The money is here, cough, it's blocked by the cabinet, cough, it's in the hole in the wall, you, hurry, go to the hospital!"Find a good doctor!
Freia wanted to say something, but couldn't make a sound. Her eyes tilted upwards and saw the door next door.
It was their bedroom, they had their high and low beds, and her favorite small tables and word booklets.
Her body suddenly twitched.
Liv's cough came to an abrupt end.
In the public elementary schools on the edge of the East District, the fog is not thick, but many students have begun to cough.
The teacher on duty was trained and immediately ordered:
Hurry, go to the church next to it!
Daisy stood up in panic and followed the crowd toward the church next to the school.
Suddenly, she felt panic about losing something important.
...Mom...Freia...Daisy turned her head suddenly, trying to rush home against the crowd.
However, she was stopped, she was caught by the teachers and dragged to the church.
Daisy struggled hard and shouted heart-wrenchingly:
Mother!Fleia!
Mother!Fleia!
……
In the East District, in the dock area, in the factory area, those who are old or have hidden diseases fall down one after another like cut down trees. The people who come into contact with them at this time are infected with the plague and die quickly. The healthy adults and children also feel slight discomfort.
In their eyes, the mist that was mixed with yellow and iron and black was like the coming god of death.
On Tuesday of the last week of 1349, Bakerland was smog.
…………
In the corner of the hall, Klein was close to the stone wall, preventing himself from being discovered by Mr. A.
Soon, he heard muffled groans and smelled the erosion of flesh and blood.
Give your life for the arrival of the Lord.Mr. A's voice suddenly rang.
Plop, plop, the sound of the heavy fall of the figure came into Klein's ears, and strong spiritual fluctuations emerged and kept echoing.
Mr. A sacrificed his four waiters?
As soon as Klein thought this way, he heard the sound of illusory stacks of crying in his ears. Some were calling him mom, some were coughing violently, and some were moaning in pain.
As a half-mystic expert, Klein seemed to see figures turning into illusory and transparent figures with unwilling resentment, entering the ceremony one after another, and the repressive emotions such as numbness, despair, pain, and resentment that had been deposited for many years in the factory area, the dock area and the East District also surged like a tide.
Has it officially begun?Klein closed his eyes, pressed his back against the wall, and his right hand clenched tightly, and loosened it again.
For him, the best choice at this time is to sneak out of the hall and run away while Mr. A is focused on the ceremony.
His right hand became loose and tighter, tighter and looser, many times in a row.
Seven or eight seconds later, Klein opened his eyes and his mouth was fluttering and upturned.
He reached out to hold the revolver, turned around and rushed out.
Wearing a long black double-breasted dress, he raised his right hand and aimed at the altar.
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