Silent Crown Chapter 119: A letter from a stranger (part 2)
Outside the boiler room, the sky and the earth are still hot, like another larger furnace. www.geiliwx.com
At some point, even the sea breeze stopped. The whole city seems to be soaked in boiling glue, which makes people feel very anxious.
Under the blazing sun, the pure white city reflects the dazzling light and looks extremely brilliant.
Just above such a glorious, shining, heaven-like city, in the towering upper city, a filthy black smoke slowly rises.
Under the hard blast of the boiler house workers, the **** turned into dust and **** was flying in the flames. These evil residues controlled the scorching ground wind, slowly rising from the thick chimney, and finally escaped. The shackles of the chimney.
Freed from the bondage, they were free and swelled up, like ink smeared in water.
In the windless sky, the black smoke stared like iron, slowly and solemnly ascended into the sky, as if trying to touch the stars persistently.
From a distance, it looks like a huge black pillar, staring at the sky.
It's like the first bird that started up from the branch, it must be accompanied by the flock of birds.
Soon, the second black smoke rose, followed by the third and fourth...
Everyone in the whole city looked up in the direction of Shangcheng District in astonishment, watching the black smoke that almost solidified in the sky.
The crowd was discussing, and those with good things excitedly counted the number of smoke pillars: "Five, six...Eleven, twelve...sixteen, seventeen! Seventeen!"
Just under the scorching sun, between the sea and the sky, above the glowing city.
A total of seventeen black smokes rose straight up into the sky, like pillars supporting the sky.
It is like in the legend, the blood of glory that propped up the backbone of the empire sky... just. Some things have been dirty into the bones.
At this moment, many people look up intently. Looking at the smoke with anger and shame, it was as if seeing a beaten and swollen face. Gleefully laughed.
The well-informed people have begun to be cautious, putting the name that almost ignited the Upper Town on the list of dangers.
Sherlock Holmes.
Who is Sherlock Holmes?
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"This is a warning."
In Xiacheng District, the shaman said: "A provocation and warning to everyone."
"Warning?" Guishou puzzled: "Who is it for?"
"To everyone who can see it."
The shaman looked at the smoke pillars as if looking at a masterpiece of art, so his eyes were full of admiration and wonder.
"That fellow Holmes, is also making an idea for the city?"
The ghost hand seems to have heard a joke, unbelievable.
"Why not? Every monster should have its own hunting ground. Isn't it?"
In the dark, the shaman chuckled softly:
"Anyone who has been to the dark world will understand that some ** races like to hang their own signs on their territories to declare their sovereignty.
Either delicate bones, or dried corpses, or some savage totems.
As long as you see it, you will understand, and then it's better to be wise and turn around and leave. Because they are greeting you.
And when you see those signs...
——He is also looking at you. "
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"It's a lively event, it's so beautiful."
In front of the window. The white-haired boy looked at the black smoke rising into the sky, and laughed softly: "Really, it's much better than your face back then."
No one responded.
"Take this as a sign of the return of the son of exile."
He seemed to stare at those faces. Whispered softly: "This time I just wake up with my hand, but sooner or later, those things that should be liquidated will be repaid..."
The shadow of the past flashed in the boy's eyes.
He slowly pulled up the curtains and stopped looking.
In the dimly lit room, he was sitting on a chair, feeling those seeming infinite strength leaving him bit by bit.
For several consecutive days, the pain and contradiction that echoed in his heart seemed to have disappeared from the hesitation and confusion that kept him awake at night.
It was replaced by a long-lost sleepiness. They came up like a tide, and drowned him.
The teenager is smiling. Close your eyes. Sank into a peaceful dream, in a dream. Maybe those nightmares from the past will not appear again, right?
Finally, I can get a good night's sleep temporarily.
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"***.***,***!"
In the port area, someone made a hoarse noise on a small boat slowly heading to the depths of the ocean.
The man cursed hoarsely, and angrily overturned the table beside him: "***Holmes! ***Holmes!"
He stared at the evil black smoke coiling over Avalon, his eyes were crazy and desperate: "I should have killed you, **** bastard!"
It was like a severe malaria, or a strangely infectious disease. This person was blue and red, but his face was pale, and transparent chickenpox gradually appeared on his pale face.
He crouched in the corner of the cabin, his eyes were panic, he was obviously wrapped in a blanket, but his body trembled uncontrollably.
Under the blanket, the skin gradually swelled, foamed, and rotted...
No one would have thought that the Rat King, who was still awe-inspiring last night, will become such an adult today. He really looks like a rotten dead rat now.
Anyone can tell that he is finished.
Since last night he found out that he had lost that fatal notebook, he had been in panic all day long. He had hoped that Holmes could not understand his notebook, but he did not expect that in his hands, his own notes would be much less difficult to read than a novel.
He heard the wind this morning—many people were secretly looking for him.
He originally hoped that those big people could protect him, but when he knew that those big people had received mysterious letters, he knew that he was finished.
In the past, they were the umbrella of the Rat Club, but after the incident happened, they have become the killers of the Rat Club.
Soon. His power will be uprooted and brutally cleansed, after thoroughly washing his existence. Make a change. There will be a new dog-legged man who will come to the top and play for the big shots again.
But he must die. Will definitely die.
No one will let a person who knows too much live, especially Sam, who is willing to say everything to save his life.
In the pain surging inside his body, he bit the quilt fiercely, resisting dizziness and drowsiness, and refused to fall asleep. Once you fall asleep, everything is really done.
"Quicker, faster..."
He whispered, his eyes full of fear—he thought his escape route was perfect. But it wasn't until after he got on the ship that he realized that a blood curse had been planted on him.
It turned out that the deadliest noose was tied to his neck from beginning to end. As long as that end moved slightly, he would suffocate in pain.
Now, he just asks this clipper to quickly leave Avalon with him. The musician who had advanced to the blood curse was in Avalon, and the farther away from Avalon, the weaker the spell. He only asked himself to find a chanter who could solve the curse for himself as soon as possible.
But this is impossible, the crisp sound becomes clearer and clearer in his ears.
It was a life-death melody, destroying his vitality thoroughly.
"Blind mice. Three blind mice~Three blind mice! See how they run!"
In the silence, there was only the sound of blisters bursting one after another, and Sam *** painfully. But it seems to hear a child singing softly, that song is full of viciousness, plundering his vitality like a tarsal maggot:
"Cut their tails, gouging out their small eyes, their cute body is fluffy~ Pull out their hands and feet, shave off the sweet bone marrow, warm internal organs are gone..."
The crisp child voice sang softly in his ear: "Have you ever seen something like this? Like these three blind mice...
Blind mice, three blind mice..."
"Wow!"
Sam's face suddenly turned pale, and he opened his mouth. He spit out the fast-solidified food in his intestines and stomach, and they have become moldy. It's like soup boiled out of the garbage...
Sam was stunned, then lifted his palm dullly. The trembling palm was almost insensible, the flesh and blood seemed to disappear, and only a pile of skin and bones remained there.
He finally raised his head and looked at the cabinet. The mirror on the cabinet shattered, and the broken lens fell in front of him, reflecting his withered face.
The warm blood gurgled out from his facial features, coldly taking away every bit of warmth in his body.
He screamed in despair, but he didn't even have the strength to scream.
He cried bitterly, but couldn't cry. He prayed to God, to the devil, to the monsters and ghosts, everything that could help him.
As long as he can keep himself alive, he is willing to pay all the price.
"Include your soul?"
In his ear, a hoarse voice asked softly. He exhausted his last strength and raised his head, staring at the figure that appeared in the cabin at some unknown time.
He has no strength to fear anymore, tears of gratitude flowed from the corner of his eyes, and he blinked hard.
As if to say please help me, please help me, please be sure to save me. No matter what you ask me to do... it doesn't matter as long as you keep me alive.
"Then sign it?"
The dark shadow ruthlessly threw a contract with the movement in front of him: "As long as you have the strength to sell your soul, you can live."
The Rat King, like a pardon, wriggled **** the ground, like a rotten caterpillar, arching towards the unfolding contract little by little.
As if sinners in **** are wriggling toward heaven, thirsting for salvation.
Little by little, full of hope, full of humiliation, full of joy, he pressed his rotten palm on the contract.
There was a misty light on the contract, which burned out of thin air and disappeared without a trace.
"Very well~IndoMTL.com~In the darkness without light, the black-robed shadow laughed and snapped his fingers. In the void, the voice of the child stopped abruptly, and disappeared without a trace after a scream.
On the ground, only a dying rotting human body was left, dying.
"Congratulations, you can continue to live after selling the last thing."
The shadow stretched out a slender, white palm from the black robe. He wears an amber ring on his finger, reflecting the warm and gloomy light.
"Say hello to your new owner."
On the ground, the Rat King shed tears of gratitude and kissed the ring with extreme reverence:
"Yes, great master, great professor, great...
——Your Excellency Moriyat. "(To be continued)
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