Lord of the Mysteries Chapter 263: Straws

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At the place where Ince Zangwill disappeared, the light suddenly disappeared, and it was infected with the deepest and deepest darkness.

In the darkness, the voice of singing poetry came out. It was peaceful and quiet, and it urged people to sleep. Even the countless pale arms that were constantly caught under the dark water became slow and no longer crazy, as if they had obtained the salvation of the soul .

In this kind of Night, a figure came out and it was the Ince Zangwill that was dragged into spiritual world just now.

Compared to the previous one, he lost the soft cap on his head, his left shoulder was ragged, a piece of flesh was ripped off, and yellowish pustules sputtered one after another.

His eyes are no longer indifferent, full of pain, and seem to be suffering from the unimaginable torment of others.

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

"Some people regret, some people are glad that there is a 'Evil God umbilical cord' on Ince Zangwill. The baby from Megusi's belly comes from True Creator. By using the 'umbilical cord', he successfully got rid of the imprisonment of unknown existence and forced to return The real world, but he also completely lost that magical item, and will bear the resentment that Evil God heirs cannot be born in a short time.

"This makes his strength just like some of the merchandise in the department store's season change, only 55% of the original is left. Well, this figure is very accurate."

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On a street deep in eastern district.

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

He looked around cautiously, fearing that the hungry eyes of a wolf-like guy would pounce and **** his "New Year's gift".

When he was still in the country, he had seen a wolf, but he didn't expect that he could feel the familiar feeling in Beckland.

"It's still too expensive and too big. I can only buy one with a partner and saw it into several servings ... This is enough for my New Year's holiday. I can have two, three, no, at least five of each meal I can cut some ham meat, stew soup with potatoes without even putting salt ... "Thinking of this, the old Kohler looked at the ham in his arms. The looks at contains a lot of white red meat, and my throat can't help Squirmed and swallowed.

Walking around, he felt that the fog around him was much thicker, and the clear church bell tower in the distance was gradually engulfed by the mixed colors of yellowish and black, even the pedestrians around him, more than ten steps, There was only a faint shadow.

Old Kohler instantly felt forgotten by the world, and raised his palm to cover his mouth and nose.

"Why is the fog so bad today?" he muttered, accelerating his pace.

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

His chest was tight and his throat was unwell, and he soon had symptoms of breathlessness.

"Are you sick? Damn, I still want to have a good new year. Now I can only send my savings to the clinic and take it to the hospital ... No, maybe I can just sleep and sleep with my quilt Just feel good! "The old Kohler muttered silently, his head getting hotter and more confused.

He, He, He, he heard his hard gasp, his hands were soft, and the paper bag with ham fell to the ground.

Old Kohler subconsciously squatted to pick up, but fell there.

He pressed the bag holding the ham and tried to collect it in his arms.

At this moment, he thought that thick phlegm was rising, blocking his throat, so he struggled and made a sound like a bellows pulling.

Plop! The old Kohler began to blur his sight and saw someone falling a few steps away, breathless. He was about the same age as him, also in his fifties, with white temples.

Suddenly, he realized that he knew he was about to die.

It reminded him of his wife and children, and they too, suddenly caught the plague and soon died.

It reminded him of the time he was hospitalized due to illness. The patients in the same room were still laughing and chatting that night, and they were sent to the morgue in the early morning.

It reminded him of the friends he met when he was vagabond. After a winter, they disappeared a lot, and finally they were stiffly found in the bridge hole or the corner of the street that could shelter from the wind, and a small number of people died because of the sudden access to food. .

It reminded him that he was still a good worker, and the neighbors in the neighborhood would die so suddenly, some of them had headaches and twitched and died, some accidentally fell into the molten steel that had just been baked, and some of the whole body The bones were sore and swollen and died, and some even fell silently in the factory, batch after batch.

This reminds him of the words of a drunk in the bar when he was searching for news before. He said:

"People like us are like straws in the ground. When the wind blows, they will fall, and even if there is no wind, they may fall" ...

The wind is coming ... The old Kohler flashed this thought at once.

Holding the paper bag holding the ham tightly, he reached out and groped for the pocket of the old jacket, trying to take out the crumpled cigarette that he had been reluctant to smoke.

What he ca n’t understand is why healthy body's self will suddenly get sick, and such dense fog is not unexperienced.

What he ca n’t understand is that his life has just been on the right track and is developing in a direction that is good enough, and he has received the remuneration paid by Detective Moriarty in advance. Why is it so delicious?

Old Kohler pulled out the crumpled cigarette, but his arms were no longer able to lift up and hit the ground heavily.

He exhausted his last energy and wanted to call out the words accumulated in his heart, but he could only let the weak words hover around his mouth and could not be heard.

He heard his last words.

He heard himself asking:

"Why?"

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In an apartment on the edge of eastern district.

Liv hangs the last piece of washed clothes and waits to dry.

She looked at the sky outside and was a little uncertain about the time because of the mist that became thicker sometime.

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

It ’s not a good thing to finish the work too early, it does n’t mean being able to rest, it only shows that the work is not started enough and the income is not enough.

Liv took a deep breath, turn around and wipe your hands next to you, looking straight to the eldest daughter Frya in the next room vocabulary book:

"It is almost the new year. Most of our employers leave Beckland and go on vacation elsewhere. We ca n’t go on like this and have to find a new job."

She walked to the door while talking:

"In such festivals, those rich people will hold banquets one after another. Their servants may not be enough. Maybe they will hire temporary kitchen cleaning workers. I plan to ask, Frya, you stay At home, when the time comes to pick up Daisy, we need income. Those thieves, robbers, and human traffickers raised by **** also need income to welcome the New Year. "

In eastern district, for every woman who has not entered the factory to survive, she must have one of the skills or spiciness.

Frya answered briskly:

"Okay."

Her thoughts have drifted to the next table and vocabulary book.

Liv just opened the door and suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground.

Cough cough cough! She made a violent cough, face rose red, and every joint in her body was sore and unbearable.

Frya ran past in panic and crouched down:

"Mom, what's wrong with you? Mom, what's wrong with you?"

"No, cough, my no problem." Liv's breathing gradually became difficult.

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

"It's too expensive, too, too expensive, cough, go, charity hospital, charity hospital, I can wait, no, no big problem." Liv answered gaspingly.

Frya shed tears and blurred his eyes quickly.

At this moment, she felt her lungs burned, her body fell down, and Liv fell to the ground again.

"Frya, what's wrong with you? Cough cough, are you sick too?" Liv shouted anxiously, "The money is, cough, blocked in the cabinet, cough, the hole in the wall, you, hurry, hurry to the hospital ! Find a good, good doctor! "

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

That's their bedroom, there are their high and low beds, and her favorite small table and vocabulary book.

Her body twitched suddenly.

Liv's cough suddenly stopped.

In the public elementary schools on the edge of eastern district, the fog is not too thick, but many students have started to cough.

The teacher on duty was trained and immediately commanded:

"Come on, go to the church, go to the church next to it!"

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

Suddenly, she felt a throbbing heart, and she felt panic when she lost something important.

... Mom ... Frya ... Daisy turned his head violently, trying to go back home against the crowd.

However, she was stopped and she was caught by the teachers and dragged to the church by force.

Daisy struggled hard and shouted heartbroken:

"Mom! Frya!"

"Mom! Frya!"

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In eastern district, in dock district, in the factory area, those who are old or have hidden diseases, like felled trees, fell one after another in the mist, and those who contacted them at this time were infected with the plague and quickly When he died, the adults and children who were still healthy had slight discomfort.

In their eyes, the mist of pale yellow and iron black is like "Death God" coming.

On Tuesday of the last week of 1349, Beckland was smog.

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In the corner of the hall, Klein is close to the stone wall, so that he will not be found by Mr. A.

Soon, he heard a mumble and smelled the flesh and blood.

"Give your life to Lord's arrival." Mr. A's voice suddenly sounded.

The thump, thump, the movement of the figure falling down into the ears of Klein's, the strong spirituality wave emerged and kept echoing.

Mr. A sacrificed his four waiters? Klein had just emerged such an idea, and there was an imaginary cascading cry near her ears. Some people were yelling at her mother, some were coughing violently, some were moaning in pain.

As a half mysticism expert, Klein seems to have seen a road with unwilling resentment turned into an illusory and transparent figure, and entered the ceremony one after another, while the factory area, dock district and eastern district have been deposited for many years of numbness, despair, pain, resentment, etc. Emotions also surged.

Has it officially started? Klein closed his eyes, put his back against the wall, squeezed his right hand sharply, and loosened it again.

For him, the best option at this time is to take advantage of Mr. A's focus on the ceremony, slip out of the hall, and run away.

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

After 7-8 seconds, Klein opened his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were exaggerated.

He reached out to hold the revolver, turned suddenly, and rushed out.

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