Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

December 31st, the night of the last day of the year 1349.

Some people are busy in the church of Mother Earth, taking care of patients suffering in the smog with the bishop who likes to be called "Father"; some people dress up at the New Year's party, under the witness of everyone and the Queen's announcement , had her formal coming-of-age ceremony; some people were lying in the apartment with their friends, putting down the newspaper that read "About 3,000 dead, over 10,000 sick", filling glasses of champagne with their friends, and sincerely hoping that there would be no more deaths in the coming year. Such a disaster is coming...

In the East District, a public primary school was temporarily used to house patients.

Compared with the tragic deaths in the dock area and factory area, the East End had the largest number of survivors, but most people still faced the torture of this plague.

Members of the Church of the Night and staff dispatched by the hospital took in some seriously ill patients and provided free soup to anyone in need.

Penny straightened the broken hair on her temples, picked up the huge tray, and steadily distributed several bowls of soup to the people on the wooden mats in the classroom. The donated bedding and fabrics were far from enough for the number of patients, and most of the people only You can line up outside the door to receive the soup, and only some people who need "special observation" will be left under surveillance.

When Rabbit, who was leaning against the door with a bored expression on his face, saw Penny, he stood up on his own initiative, picked up the hot bowls filled with dark green medicinal soup, and handed them to the people lying or sitting in the room one by one.

Most of them are patients in the central area of ​​the "Holy Light".

The black-haired boy Jayne was playing a pair of wrinkled poker cards with two other middle-aged men. When he took the soup, he excitedly winked at the rabbit, hinting that he had won a few more pennies.

Rabbit gave his good friend a look and picked up another bowl of soup. He pushed the gray-haired middle-aged and elderly man in the corner: "Old Kohler, wake up and drink the medicine."

After the old man was awakened, he took the bowl from the rabbit's hand in a daze and held it to his mouth tremblingly. His eyes were straight, as if he was still immersed in a dream and couldn't get out.

"Don't fall asleep. It's easy to wake up if you continue to sleep." Rabbit said indifferently, pulling back the empty bowl that Old Kohler had finished drinking from, and placing it again on Penny's tray.

Because of these words, Rabbit was glared at by Penny, and Rabbit pretended not to notice.

Most of the soup on the tray was distributed, and Penny quickly left the room. Rabbit sat down next to old Koller, listening to a mother next to her whispering to comfort her child. Both of them were crying. , the family went to work in the dock area and the father never came back.

"Old Kohler, what are you dreaming about again?"

"Light."

"nonsense."

"Haha, no, it's true." Old Kohler wiped the corner of his eyes, "I followed that light for a long time, and saw... saw my wife and children. I walked back to the home where I lived several years ago. They All healthy."

Rabbit didn't speak. He turned his fingers silently and drew circles on his trouser legs.

"My son took the ham I brought back in surprise, raised it to his head in excitement, and dropped the whole bag to the floor. My daughter was very angry and screamed and complained to me about her bad brother. Haha, my My wife complained that I was spending money indiscriminately, and we quarreled for a while. Then she laughed because of the children's coquettishness, came over and gave me a hug and kiss stained with flour, and she told me..."

Old Kohler's voice gradually dropped, and he covered his face and burst into tears.

Rabbit raised his head and his tone was still so cold: "What did she tell you?"

"She, she still loves to worry so much, she told me-"

Old Kohler's throat rolled:

"Live well."

Rabbit leaned heavily against the wall behind him. He lowered his head and let the brown bangs stuck together cover his eyes: "...Really?"

Old Kohler's choking cry lasted for a few seconds, occasionally mixed with a few coughs, and soon the sound became quiet again. He wrapped himself tightly in a blanket with holes and leaned in the corner.

Not long after, Old Kohler's breathing became long again.

Rabbit rolled his eyelids lazily, looked at Old Kohler who had fallen asleep again, and said to him at a volume that only he could hear:

"Maybe, that's the fate you missed... Ha, it's like this for all of us."

The rabbit would not tell anyone what was in his dream - he dreamed of "Hamel" and the "harmonica elf" who trampled the silver river, fought with the terrible god of death, and protected him behind him. , let him not be afraid.

In the end, she stepped into the light forever, protected him and his friends, and answered the rabbit's prayer.

He failed to find the "talisman" that "Hamel" gave him at the scene, even though it was just a knot of hair. All he found was a piece of scrap newspaper that was too broken to be picked up.

Rabbit had a premonition that he would never find that thing again.

——

Chorwood district, 15 Minsk Street.

The black-haired young man carrying a pile of ingredients quickly walked into the house. After locking the front door, he snapped his fingers, and the flames in the fireplace started, quickly dispelling the coldness in the house.

No one was waiting outside, nor inside.

So the chill moved from the air to the young man's eyes.

Klein expressionlessly brought the ingredients into the kitchen, kneaded and cooked the noodles, and the sound of chopping stuffing continued for several minutes. The celery and green onions were cut into small pieces, and the amount of seasonings according to visual inspection was not too much or too little. He mixed the different ingredients into two large bowls and stirred them separately.

Throughout the whole process, Klein kept a calm expression, and his attention was always reserved for the door, waiting for the doorbell to ring.

But no, no one came to visit Mr. Sherlock Moriarty or Comrade Zhou Mingrui.

Making dumplings took even longer time. This was not supposed to be all one person's work, so Klein didn't pay attention. Only after he boiled the water, he took out his pocket watch and glanced at the time, only to realize that it was past eleven-thirty.

It seems that no one will come tonight as promised for the New Year's Eve.

Wait, it's not time yet. Klein thought so.

Of course, he also knew that divination was the easiest way to confirm. As long as he climbed onto the gray fog, held the light ball, and used the pendulum method, he would naturally get an accurate answer.

But he subconsciously avoided doing so.

For three days, Esther has not prayed to "The Fool". Her new claw knife is still lying in the debris of the gray fog, and she has not had time to name it.

The water in the pot boiled, and bubbles continued to rise. The soft-skinned dumplings were pushed into the water, swirling in the rising heat, making Klein's vision blurry. Fortunately, he had taken off his glasses long ago.

Eleven fifty-nine.

Klein was sitting alone in the living room. A second set of knives and forks were arranged in a formal manner on the opposite side of the table. There were two plates on the table. The dumplings inside were steaming hot. There was also a plate of barely usable condiments next to it. white vinegar.

Klein picked up his goblet and poured the champagne purchased with the ingredients into it.

"Happy New Year, Esther."

He turned the fork in his hand, picked up a piece of dumpling stuffed with pork and taro, dipped it in a little white vinegar, and brought it to his mouth.

Esther didn't lie to me. Klein thought, although it is strange, it tastes okay.

I don’t know if the white vinegar is a bit too sour, so sour that it makes people feel astringent.

Klein put down his fork, looked at the empty seat across the dining table, smiled and sighed:

"Liar."

(End of Volume 1)

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