Lord of the Mysteries

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In the place where Ings Zangweier disappeared, the light suddenly disappeared and the darkest and deepest darkness was dyed.

In the darkness, the voice of singing and poetry came out, and the peace and quiet, urging people to sleep, even the countless pale arms that were constantly caught under the black water surface became slow, no longer crazy, as if they had redeemed the soul.

In such a "night", a figure came out, just because of the instinct that was just dragged into the spiritual world.

Compared with before, he lost his soft cap on his head, the left shoulder clothing was broken, and he was torn off a piece of flesh and blood, and pale yellow puss emerged one by one.

His eyes are no longer indifferent, full of pain, and seem to be suffering from torture that others cannot imagine.

The "0-08" feather pen continues to write:

"Someone regrets that some people are fortunate that Ins. Zangweier has a 'sick umbilical cord' on his body. The baby from the belly of Mei Gao Osi comes from the 'real creator'. He uses the 'umbilical cord' to get rid of it smoothly. The imprisonment of the unknown exists, forcibly returning to the real world, but he also completely lost the magical item, and will bear the resentment that the evil **** can not be born in a short time.

"It makes his strength just like some goods in the department store's season, only 55% of the original. Well, this number is very accurate."

............

On a street deep in the east.

Old Kohler held the ham in a paper bag and hurried back to the rented apartment.

He looked around with vigilance, fearing that those who were hungry with the eyes of a wolf would rush to steal their "New Year gift."

When he was still in the country, he had seen the wolf, but I did not expect that Bakerland could still feel the familiar feeling.

"It's too expensive. I can only buy one with the people and saw it into several pieces... This is enough for my New Year's holiday. Every meal can have two, three, no, at least five pieces of ham. I can cut some, stew with potatoes, or even put salt..." Thinking of it, the old Kohler looked at the ham in his arms and looked at the red meat mixed with a lot of white, and the throat could not help but squirm. A moment, swallowed.

Walking and walking, he felt a lot of fog around him. The church bell tower in the distance was gradually engulfed by the mixed colors of yellowish and iron-black. Even the pedestrians around him were more than ten steps. Blurred shadows.

The old Kohler instantly had the feeling of being forgotten by the world, and he lifted his hand and licked his nose and mouth.

"How is the fog of today so bad?" He sighed and accelerated his pace.

One step, two steps, three steps, old Kohler felt that his face was hot and his forehead seemed to burn.

He had a tight chest, a discomfort in his throat, and soon had symptoms of difficulty breathing.

"Is it sick? Damn, I also thought about a wonderful New Year. Now I can only send the savings to the clinic and go to the hospital... No, maybe I can sleep, just cover my quilt and sleep. !! Old Kohler silently said, his head is getting hotter and hotter, more and more confused.

He, He, He, he heard his own hard gasping, his hands soft, and the paper bag with ham fell heavily on the ground.

Old Kohler subconsciously picked it up, but fell there.

He pressed the bag with the ham and tried to take it to his arms.

At this moment, he thought that there was a strong swell and blocked his throat, so he tried hard to fight and made a bell-like sound.

thump! Old Kohler began to look at the blurred vision. A few steps away, some people fell, and they couldn’t breathe. They were about the same age as him. They were also in their fifties, and their horns were white.

Suddenly, he had a clear understanding that he was about to die.

This reminded him of his wife and children, and they did the same, suddenly infected with the plague and soon died.

This reminded him of the time when he was hospitalized for illness. The patients in the same room could still laugh and chat that night, and they were sent to the morgue in the early morning.

This reminds him of the friends he met when he was a tramp. After a winter, they disappeared a lot. Finally, they were found rigidly in the corner of the bridge or the sheltered street, and a small number of people died suddenly.

This reminded him of a good worker. The neighbors in the neighborhood will die so suddenly. Some of them have a headache and convulsions. Some accidentally fell into the newly-launched molten steel, and some of them have bone pain. The edema is dead, and some even fall silently into the factory, one after another.

This reminded him of the words of a drunkard in the bar when he was inquiring about the news. He said:

"A person like us is like a straw in the ground. When the wind blows, it will fall down, even without the wind, and it may fall down."

The wind is coming... Old Kohler has flashed this thought.

As he hugged the paper bag with ham, he reached for the pocket of the old jacket and wanted to take out the crumpled cigarette that he had been reluctant to smoke.

What he can't understand is why a healthy person will suddenly become infected, and such a thick fog is not experienced.

What he didn’t understand was that his life was just on the right track, developing in a good enough direction, and harvesting the compensation paid by Moriarty’s detective in advance, buying a long-awaited ham to welcome the New Year, looking forward to Tasting its deliciousness, why suddenly fell down.

Old Kohler took out the crumpled cigarette, but his arm was no longer able to lift and hit the ground.

He used up his last strength and wanted to shout out the words accumulated in his heart, but he could only let the weak words linger in his mouth and could not be transmitted.

He heard his last words.

He heard that he was asking:

"why?"

............

Inside an apartment on the edge of the Eastern District.

Liv hung up the last piece of clothing washed and waited for it to dry.

She looked at the sky outside, and was confused by the fog that did not know when it became rich.

"In short, it is still very early, and our pulping work has been completed..." Liv's expression gradually became heavy.

It is not a good thing to finish the work too early. This does not mean that you can rest. It only indicates that you are underemployed and have insufficient income.

Liv took a breath, turned and wiped her hands to the side, her eyes went straight to the eldest daughter of the next room, Fleia:

“Fast New Year, most of our employers have left Beckland and went to other places for a holiday. We can’t go on like this and have to find a new job.”

She said as she went to the door:

"In such a festival, those rich people will hold one after another party. Their servants may not be enough. They may hire a temporary kitchen to clean the women. I am going to ask, Frya, you stay. At home, when we go to pick up Daisy, we need income. The thieves, robbers, and traffickers who are raised by the scorpion also need income to welcome the New Year."

In the Eastern District, every woman who has not entered the factory has to survive, and there must be one or both.

Freya replied briskly:

"Ok."

Her mind has already floated to the small table and the word book next door.

Li Fu just opened the door and suddenly slammed and fell to the ground.

Cough and cough! She made a strong cough, her face was red, and every joint on her body was sore.

Frya ran over in panic and slammed it down:

"Mom, what happened to you? Mom, what happened to you?"

"No, cough, I have no problem." Liv's breathing is getting harder.

"No, you are sick, sick! I will take you to the hospital right away!" Frya tried to help her mother.

"It's too expensive, too, expensive, cough, go, charity hospital, charity hospital, I can wait, no, no big problem." Lifu gasped and replied.

Freya shed tears and her eyes were blurred.

At this moment, she felt that her lungs had burned up, her body was soft, and Liv fell back on the ground.

"Freia, what's wrong with you? Cough, are you sick?" Lifu anxiously shouted. "Money is, cough, blocked in the cabinet, cough, hole in the wall, you, fast, go to the hospital. Find a good, good doctor!"

Frya wanted to say something, but she couldn't make a sound. Her eyes slanted up and saw the door next door.

It was their bedroom, there was a bed of their own, with her favorite little table and word book.

Her body twitched.

Liv’s cough stopped.

In public primary schools on the edge of the Eastern District, the fog is not strong, but many students have begun to cough.

When the teacher on duty was trained, he immediately told me:

"Come, go to church, go to the church next to you!"

Daisy stood up in panic and followed the crowd to the church next to the school.

Suddenly, she had a glimpse of her heart and a sense of panic that lost some important things.

... Mom...Freia... Daisy violently turned his head and tried to rush back home against the crowd.

However, she was stopped, she was caught by the teachers and forced to go to the church.

Daisy struggled and shouted:

"Mom! Frye!"

"Mom! Frye!"

......

In the Eastern District, in the dock area, in the factory area, those who are old or have hidden diseases, like the trees that have been felled, fall down in the fog, and the people who contact them at this time are infected with the plague and die quickly. Adults and children with healthy bodies are also slightly discomforted.

In their eyes, the mist of yellowish and iron-black is like the "death" of advent.

On Tuesday in the last week of 1349, Beckland was foggy.

............

In the corner of the hall, Klein clung to the stone wall and prevented himself from being discovered by Mr. A.

Soon, he heard a sigh of sorrow and smelled the flesh and blood.

"Give life to the coming of the Lord." Mr. A’s voice suddenly sounded.

Plop, plop, and the heavy fall of the shadows were introduced into Klein's ears, and strong spiritual fluctuations emerged, constantly reverberating.

Mr. A sacrificed his four waiters? Klein had just emerged such an idea, and there was a cry of illusory cascading in the ear. Some people were calling their mothers, some were coughing violently, and some were in pain.

As a half occult expert, Klein seems to have seen the unspeakable resentment into an illusory and transparent figure, and the servant has entered the ceremony, while the factory area, the dock area and the eastern area have been numb, desperate, painful, resentful and so on. Emotions also flooded.

Has it officially started? Klein closed his eyes and clung to the wall, his right hand slammed tightly and loosened.

For him, the best choice at this time is that Mr. A focused on the ceremony, slipped out of the hall and fled to the distance.

His right hand was loose and tight, tight and loose, many times in a row.

After seven or eight seconds, Klein opened his eyes and his mouth was uplifted.

He reached for the left wheel and slammed it and rushed out.

Wearing a black double-breasted long dress, he raised his right hand and aimed at the altar.