Mystery: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 144 The Madman
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After 1000 heartbeats, Derrick waited a little longer before he felt that he had entered the quiet and peaceful temple.

Just as he opened his eyes, scene after scene suddenly flashed back and forth in his mind, as if an external force instantly reinjected all the lost memories into his head.

Those scenes include: collapsed city walls; white and blue interlaced buildings; the "Fallen Creator" temple similar in style to the City of Silver; detailed descriptions of the end of the world and the murals of the "Fallen Creator" resisting the six evil gods and protecting the remaining humans; beautiful Dangerous "mushroom"; I don't know where it came from, an unusually weird light-blond boy Jack.

This scene is repeated over and over again, a total of five times, but each time there are some differences in details:
For the first time, outside the Temple of the Fallen Creator, all the animal skin lanterns were extinguished, which almost caused a tragedy. The second time, someone couldn't control himself and almost swallowed the "mushroom". Fortunately, Chief Colin stopped it in time. Three times, the little boy Jack narrated a piece of content, that is, he and his father were looking for the sanctuary of the Creator in the boundless ocean, but they encountered a huge storm. The little boy Jack who mutated without warning was seriously injured. For the fifth time, the temple completely collapsed, blocking the exit of the underground area.

And every time, it ends with "Demon Hunter" Colin killing the little boy Jack, and starts with resting in the camp and preparing to enter the ruined city, end to end, and repeat the cycle.

We've explored the temple five times...we've been living through the experience and there's no way it's really over!The more Derrick understood his sudden extra memory, the more terrified and creepy he felt.

"Justice" Audrey, who was sitting on the other side of the long bronze table, wanted to say hello to Mister Fool and everyone happily and briskly as usual, but when she glanced around, she immediately realized that little "Sun" was in the wrong mood. Open your mouth and ask:
"Mr. Sun, what happened? The search for the real, uh, Temple of the Fallen Creator didn't go well?"

Derrick "The Sun" seemed to have grasped hope, and quickly described what happened, and finally said:
"After that little boy was eliminated by Your Excellency 'Chief', we all closed our eyes and woke up in the camp outside the city, ready to start a new exploration, without any previous memories."

"The process was repeated five times, with only minor differences in details."

"If it wasn't for Mister Fool's reminder, I wouldn't even know that I've been living a repetitive life during this time."

He took it for granted that the extra memory after coming above the gray mist came from Mister Fool's reminder, so he stood up and solemnly saluted the vague figure sitting at the top of the long bronze table.

I still understand what happened after listening to your description... "The Fool" Klein has been a little confused since just now.

He maintained his original posture and nodded slightly in response.

Without understanding the cause of the problem, the superior cannot express his position easily, and cannot speak rashly... Klein secretly reviewed the knowledge he came into contact with when he was a keyboard expert in his previous life.

Seeing Mr. Fool's deep ancient well that seemed to have no waves, Derrick "The Sun" felt relieved, and felt that the matter would be resolved in the end.

He turned to "The Hanged Man", "The World", "Justice" and "Magician", and asked sincerely:
"Guys, do you know the root of the problem? How to fix it?"

Brainstorming, in order to help the "sun" get out of this cycle as soon as possible, everyone immediately began to think. "Justice" Audrey really wanted to help, but she had never experienced such an extraordinary event, so she had no clue at the moment, and the situation of "Magician" Forsi was the same.

Klein boldly made a few guesses based on the supernatural horror movies he had watched, and wanted to control the "world" to speak out his thoughts, but no one around him opened his mouth, so he also kept a low-key motionless, waiting. Others speak first.

In the end, it was the experienced "The Hanged Man" Alger who took the initiative to speak, combined with the actual situation Derrick encountered, and made inferences based on his own experience, tentatively gave two guesses:

"I can only think of two possibilities. One is that you have encountered a nightmare or hallucination-like ability that exceeds the demigod level. After you retrieve your memory with the help of Mister Fool, you should be able to notice it immediately when you return to the real world. If it’s not right, it’s easy to solve the problem.”

"Secondly, you are forced or actively entered into a peculiar space or state at a certain node, where the time maintains a certain degree of flow, but it is fixed within a certain range, and the cycle goes back and forth, and the balance continues. That is relatively static."

"In this case, there are not many ways to end the cycle. Either there is an external force to forcibly break the balance, or to find the key point that connects the time distortion."

Hearing that it was broken by external force, everyone couldn't help but think of Mister Fool.But Derrick "The Sun" didn't say anything, it was already a gift from the gods to tell him about the memory he had lost five times. Mister Fool is undoubtedly a benevolent god, but he can no longer be ignorant and continue to pray for help.

Derrick realized something, thought about it and said:
"Mr. Hanged Man, let's assume the latter case first. What do you think is the key point that connects the time warp before and after?"

Without waiting for "The Hanged Man" to answer, Audrey "Justice" guessed with interest: "That little boy Jack?

"When facing him, can't we deal with it by killing him?"

"The Hanged Man" Argel nodded: "It's possible."

He considered it for a while, hesitated and said:

"'Sun''s description of Jack and his father reminds me of one thing."

He turned to look at Miss Justice: "Did I mention that I once hunted down a 'listener' from the Aurora Order at sea, and his goal in going out to sea was to find the sanctuary of the 'True Creator'."

Audrey recalled carefully, and said uncertainly: "It seems that there is such a thing."

"The Hanged Man" Alger immediately said in a deep voice:

"The 'listener' also brought his children, who were very close in age to Jack described by 'The Sun'."

"You mean, that Jack came to around the City of Silver from your world?" Derrick "The Sun" asked back in astonishment.

After a brief period of precipitation, he was inexplicably joyful.

Because this means that the area where the City of Silver is located has not been completely sealed off, and there is still a chance to connect with the normal world where the "Hanged Man" and "Justice" are located!
"I can only say that it's possible." "The Hanged Man" couldn't give an affirmative answer.

He thought for a while and suggested:

"You can find an opportunity to mention Suniyahai, the Kingdom of Loen and the port city in front of the little boy Jack, and you may have a different reaction. Of course, try to avoid the chief executive of your City of Silver.

"Also, the key point is not necessarily on the little boy Jack, but other possibilities must also be considered. If you tell the specific situation, such as the details of the mural, maybe we can find something useful."

Having said that, Alger began to look forward to the information he could get.

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Wen Xia carried a bucket and walked on the streets of the town.It was clearly in the afternoon, but every household in the town closed their doors tightly.

There were no children playing on the road, and the shops on the street were not open. Occasionally, there would be one or two passers-by in a hurry. The old man sat by the door and rested with his cloudy eyes squinted. The young and middle-aged people were missing, and the whole town was lifeless.

After walking on the main road for a while, Wen Xia pulled up her veil and hurried to the path leading directly to the house.Because there are often soldiers passing by on horseback on the main road, if they run into them or are noticed, they may lose their lives.

There was no one on the way, Wen Xia breathed a sigh of relief.

She pushed open the creaking broken wooden door and opened the closed windows to let sunlight in from the outside, adding a little light to the dim interior.

There is a sketch portrait of the family on the old cabinet. There is no frame to mount it, and the sketch paper has turned yellow and brittle.

The Balam people would take back the bones of the dead elders, pick out the most meaningful one as a souvenir, make utensils and place them in the most conspicuous places in their homes, but Wen Xia's home was empty.

Her father went to a distant place to dig gold mines for foreign businessmen, which was a relatively lucrative job, but after several years of absence, his father never sent any money.

When his father was still alive, Wen Xia could still go to the city to learn reading, writing and painting, and he and his younger brother did odd jobs to earn money after school. Her mother's eyes were not bad, and she was able to work as a tailor to supplement the family income. That was the best thing Wen Xia remembered. good time.

Later, at some point, the family became more and more poor, and they could no longer look forward to the living expenses sent by their father. The mother became more and more silent, and was finally taken away by slave traders when she went out to buy food, and disappeared together with her father. In Wen Xia's life.

And the disappearance of his younger brother became the last straw that crushed Wen Xia. The activities of slave traders became more and more rampant, and young and middle-aged men continued to disappear in the town.The police station didn't accept it at all, and some people even swore that they saw them trading people with Loen's soldiers.

Obviously she had told her brother not to go out, and she had tried her best to keep him close to her, but just two hours later, her lively, well-behaved, and lovely brother disappeared.

In just 6 years, his family fell apart.

Wen Xia frantically went door-to-door in the town asking, but when she knocked on the door, all she saw were sad faces similar to hers.

Finally, she finally got word from a friend that her brother was last seen at the small post office in town, with two other kids from town, who said it was a job in town for a company people refer them to jobs.

Only later did the people in the town know that that person was a member of the trafficking team, not only Wen Xia's younger brother, more than a dozen people in the town had left with them before disappearing.

In the folklore of Balam, the boundary between the living and the dead is not clear, and the dead relatives will come back and live with the living.But if the bones of relatives cannot be enshrined at home after death, the souls of relatives will not find their own home.

There is not a single bone in Wen Xia's family, even after death, she will not be able to reunite with her family.

This dealt a great blow to her. She was in a daze for a long time, and almost went crazy. In the end, her playmates who grew up together couldn't bear to watch it, and dragged her to join a group of desperate young people in a prayer meeting.

She also prayed without hope for a few days. She thought it was just nonsense, but she didn't expect to get a response.

She sat down on the single chair, held a piece of red candle in her arms, and stared at it dreamingly.

At this moment, someone knocked on the door suddenly, and the old wooden door was shaken continuously by the visitor, and dust fell from the door.

Wen Xia shivered, friends would not knock on the door so rudely!She quickly picked up the hatchet leaning against the door, stood by the window, and shouted towards the door: "Who is it?"

Someone whispered something outside the door, but it wasn't all frank, she couldn't understand.

The knock on the door sounded more violently, as if the door was already being kicked, and this piece of wood seemed to be broken in the next second.

Wen Xia was so frightened that she wanted to scream, she clenched the hatchet even harder, the only thing that could make her feel safe.

Suddenly, the sound of kicking the door stopped, and there was no sound outside the door. Wen Xia was very nervous and didn't know what to do.

After more than ten seconds, she mustered up the courage to take half a step forward, stretching her head to see the situation at the door.

At this moment, a pair of powerful arms suddenly came in from the window behind her, one hand covered her mouth, the other grabbed her arm, and directly pulled her upper back out of the window !
Wen Xia struggled in horror, and saw a pair of cold and impatient eyes in the violently shaking sky.Suddenly, she didn't know where the strength came from, and she stabbed fiercely in the direction of these eyes with the hatchet in her hand!
There was resistance from the tip of the knife, as if it had stabbed something, and she let go of her hand, and Wen Xia fell heavily from the window. Fortunately, the window was not high and the ground was soft soil.Now that the situation is dangerous, Wen Xia immediately rolled over to prevent herself from falling to the ground on her back.A foot wearing a leather shoe suddenly appeared in her field of vision. Before she could stand up, she was kicked two or three meters away, and the smell of blood filled her nose and mouth.

The fierce man had a small cut in his chest, and blood was oozing out.While kicking her hard, he cursed and said something.Wen Xia couldn't understand a single word, but she knew it must be insulting words to herself.After kicking more than ten feet, one of Wen Xia's eyes could no longer be seen. The man finally vented his anger, sniffed her face, cursed something, and wiped himself clean on her body in disgust. Mud and blood stains on leather shoes.

When her consciousness was blurred, Wen Xia suddenly understood what the man said:
"Damn, it's a waste of effort."

"In total, this face is worth a few dollars, and it's still rotten."

She heard the sound of the hatchet being picked up.

Great fear and despair instantly swallowed her heart, she could not hear the sound, only the man's mouth opened and closed in front of her eyes, the hatchet was raised, and the reflected light was as bright as the sun.She wanted to escape, but the flames of pain and hatred were growing wildly in her heart.

When the man squatted down and pointed the hatchet at the girl's neck, eager to see if he could cut off the neck with a knife, the corpse-like piece of flesh suddenly moved, and she sat up suddenly, bloody and bloody The humanoid face made the man's back sweat instantly.At the moment when he was in a daze, the hatchet was released, and the corpse fell on his body, throwing him to the ground.

Wen Xia bit the man's throat.

The severe pain came, and the man beat her back crazily, tore her hair desperately, and tore off a lot of black hair and scalp bloody, but Wen Xia had almost lost all consciousness, and only knew to bite each other tightly throat, closing his mouth bit by bit.

Hey.

The teeth click together lightly.

The smell of blood surged up, the man opened his mouth in vain, finally kicked his legs a few times, and died with his eyes wide open in disbelief.

The piece of meat slipped from his mouth, Wen Xia turned sideways with his last strength, fell on the warm soil, and slowly closed his eyes.

It was so quiet before death, even the wind stopped.

She thought that she would see the picture of her life flashing in front of her eyes like the old man in the town said, but her eyes were dark. It turned out that her life was so short that she didn't even have a momentary picture.She also thought of the fairy tales her parents had told her. More than 100 years ago, this land was still favored by the god of death, and the dead would go to the river where the god of death slept, and get eternal peace with the god of death.

But the gods of the Northern Continent captured here, and the favor of the god of death disappeared. When I was very young, I saw soldiers collectively execute cult members. People who believed in the god of death were so quiet that the soldiers were afraid. It's all calm now.

Her consciousness was hazy, up and down, and then she saw a red candle.

Are you going to light it up?It seemed that someone was speaking behind her back.

Light it up, and you will gain power, and from now on, you will live by hurting others.

She was silent, confused, and did not speak.She suddenly saw something beside her feet, a corpse. The left eye of this corpse had burst and sunk into the eye socket, the teeth were broken, the mouth was full of blood, and the nose was crooked to one side.Almost all of the hair had disappeared, and the entire scalp was covered in blood.who is this?She suddenly realized, this is Wen Xia, this is me.

I die because I have no power.I want power, and I want to kill those who hurt me.

She reached out to the red candle, and the moment she touched the candle between her fingers, the wick lit up with a blue flame.

She was suddenly pushed from behind, and she fell down.In a daze, Wen Xia sat up, and what caught her eyes was the hideous death of the slave trader who came to arrest her.

She reached out and touched her cheek in disbelief, touched her intact but blood-stained face, touched her tattered and dirty clothes, touched her teeth full of black hair, but was torn off The hair rope is at her feet.

At the same time, Wen Xia felt a lot of knowledge appeared in her mind, and she instinctively reached out and grabbed his spirit body from the man's head.

And Wen Xia didn't feel much panic, she felt like she could do a lot of things now.She ate the man's soul and understood the cause and effect of the matter.She stood up unsteadily, jumped up, and actually floated up like a weightless cloud.

Wen Xia turned into a translucent ghost, and she followed the route in the man's memory all the way to the outskirts of the city, and came to a remote warehouse.

There were several men with guns standing outside the warehouse. Wen Xia floated down and merged into the body of one of them. The man immediately turned around and shot the accomplice standing beside him.

Immediately afterwards, the accomplice who exploded his head slowly stood up again, raised his gun, and aimed at the other accomplices who had already been frightened to the point of shit.

After a few shots, there were only living corpses left.

The living corpses touched their waists and took out the key to the warehouse.Opening the door of the warehouse, Wen Xia saw that the small warehouse was full of people, the smell was blowing in her face, and there were dead bodies in the corner.

Facing the kidnapped people who were looking at them in horror, the living corpses smiled stiffly, walked away step by step, and walked into the river by themselves.After a long time, people poured out of the warehouse and fled in all directions.

Wen Xia recovered from her trance, her body fell uncontrollably, and she fell to the ground in a physical form.

She felt that the divine gift was about to fade from her body, and in the last few minutes, she took the red braided rope from her wrist-the red bracelet had her brother's hair woven into it.

She closed her eyes, prayed for the gaze of the great being, and slowly said the words of divination:
"Where is my brother Shay now?"

She lowered her head and fell into a dream.Wen Xia saw the blue sea and saw a freighter.

While the freighter was moving, occasionally the crew would open the secret door on the deck and throw some food inside.

In the dark, stuffy, airtight and dirty environment, coupled with severe hunger and acclimatization, several cargoes got sick.To prevent them from infecting more cargo, they were disposed of.

Wen Xia saw her brother who had been missing for two months. Her cute and well-behaved brother was so thin that he was almost out of shape, and was dragged out of the dirty and hot cabin by the crew.Ignoring his cries and pleas, the crew tied him and several other patients and threw him into the sea.

Her Shay died on the third day of her disappearance.

Buried in the sea, no bones can be found, and I can't go home.

Wen Xia opened her eyes, fell to the ground wearing a tattered bloody dress, a strange smile gradually appeared on her face.

She laughed, first in a low, strange laugh, and then suddenly burst into laughter, laughing hoarsely, her shoulders trembled and her whole body twitched, as if she wanted to tear her vocal cords, and the creepy laughter echoed in the remote wilderness.

Laughing, laughing, Wen Xia's voice gradually weakened, lowered, and turned into a mournful cry.

She fell back, fell to the ground, pulled her hair, and she became a madman.

TBC
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The big smog is just around the corner... so stuck...!
(End of this chapter)