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

Chapter 149 Death is approaching, only pain

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On a street deep in the Eastern District.

The old Kohler hurried back to the rented apartment with the ham in the paper bag.

He looked around vigilantly, afraid that those hungry guys with wolf-like eyes would pounce on him and snatch his "New Year's gift".

When he was still in the countryside, he had seen wolves before, but he didn't expect that he could still experience that familiar feeling in Backlund.

"It's still too expensive and too big, so I can only buy one in partnership with someone and saw it into several pieces... This is enough for Taylor and me to eat for the New Year's holiday. Every meal can have two slices, three slices, no, at least five slices I can cut some ham, and cook soup with potatoes, without even adding salt..." Thinking of this, the old Kohler looked at the ham in his arms, and looked at the red meat mixed with a lot of white, his throat couldn't help it He squirmed and swallowed his saliva.

As he walked, he felt that the surrounding fog had thickened a lot. The still clear church bell tower in the distance was gradually engulfed by the mixed colors of pale yellow and iron black. Blurred shadows.

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

"Why does the fog smell so bad today?" He muttered and quickened his pace.

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

His chest tightened, his throat felt uncomfortable, and he soon had symptoms of difficulty breathing.

"Are you sick? Damn, I still want to have a good new year, and now I can only send my savings to the clinic and send it to the hospital... No, maybe I can just sleep, just cover me with my quilt and sleep It's gone!" Old Kohler murmured silently, his head getting hotter and hotter, and he became more and more confused.

He, He, He, he heard his hard panting, his hands softened, and the paper bag containing the ham fell heavily to the ground.

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

He held down the bag of ham and tried hard to put it in his arms.

thump!Old Kohler began to blur his vision and saw someone who fell down and was out of breath a few steps away. He was about the same age as him, also in his fifties, with gray temples.

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

It reminded him of his own wife and son, who, in the same way, were suddenly stricken with the plague and died soon after.

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

This reminded him of the friends he knew when he was a homeless person. After a winter passed, many of them disappeared, and were finally found frozen in bridge holes or street corners where they could shelter from the wind, and a small number of people died because of the sudden access to food.

This reminded him of the time when he was a good worker, the neighbors in the block would die so suddenly. Some of them died of headaches and convulsions, some accidentally fell into the molten steel just out of the furnace, and some had bone pain all over their bodies. They died of swelling, and some even fell silently in the factory, batch after batch.

This reminded him of what he heard a drunk man say in a bar when he was inquiring about the news. He said:

"People like us are like stalks in the field. When the wind blows, they will fall down. Even if there is no wind, they may fall down"...

The wind is coming... The old Kohler suddenly had such a thought.

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

What he couldn't understand was why he, who was in good health, would suddenly get sick. It was not like he had never experienced such a dense fog.

What he couldn't understand was that his life was just on the right track, developing in a good enough direction, and he had received the early payment from Detective Moriarty, bought a piece of ham that he had been thinking about for a long time to welcome the New Year, and was looking forward to Taste its delicacy, why suddenly fell down.

Old Kohler took out the crumpled cigarette, but he could no longer raise his arm, and hit the ground heavily.

He exhausted his last strength and wanted to shout out the words accumulated in his heart, but he could only let the weak words linger on his lips, unable to come out.

He heard himself asking:
"why……"

"Doctor Black!"

A thunder-like roar exploded in his ears, causing old Kohler's consciousness, which was almost out of his body, to linger for a while longer.

Maria was talking loudly to Old Kohler, maintaining his consciousness. A doctor with chestnut hair and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses came running out of breath in the distance, and hurriedly took out a bottle of clear-colored Oral solution, put the old Kohler's head on the back of his head, put the oral solution on his lips and drank it.

Doctors wear masks that have been soaked with the solution.

The cool liquid slid down his throat, with a sweet and sour taste. Under the doctor's instructions, the old Kohler opened his mouth wide and tried to breathe, his lungs trying to expand outward like a broken bellows.

Soon, an expressionless man in a hooded robe came over, easily carried the old Kohler on his back, put on a mask for him, and rushed towards Dr. Black's clinic a street away.

"No, the patient just now was too old and in poor health. My medicine may not be able to keep him alive."

"The toxicity of this fog is too strong! Far beyond my sequence! I can only slow down, patients must go to churches and hospitals!"

"I know." Maria circled around calmly, "Continue like this, do as much as you can."

Doctor Blake nodded.He wiped the sweat from his head, pulled up the mask, and after hastily saying this, he turned and ran to another patient whose chest was still heaving on the side of the street.

About 2 minutes later, the living corpse belonging to Gavin Lied ran over again, helping Dr. Black transport the patient away, and brought a box of freshly prepared medicine.

Gavin Lied himself was staying in the clinic, dispensing medicines and tending to patients according to Dr. Black's requirements.

Ademisor was assisting him so that there would be no missteps in dispensing the medicine.

And his five living corpses are running around with Dr. Black, constantly transporting mild patients and supplies.

"The ever-burning torch, the protector of those who rebel against fate...the prisoner of chaos and mortal struggle..."

"His Royal Highness Richard Ernst with us..."

Seeing that the cooperation between the living corpse and the pharmacist was perfect, Maria didn't dare to delay, turned around and left, and began to recite the honorable name for the third time. Her hand was already in her pocket, and she was about to open the black box with the sealed item at any moment.

Basically all the residents in this part of the world could be saved. It took only 10 minutes for the poisonous fog to spread. Maria hurriedly evacuated the people in front of her eyes, and only read the honorable name twice in a hurry.

She moved quickly to another street, which, in her impression, was where the child with whom Alia had a good relationship lived.

But when she arrived, she found that the street was filled with thick fog, like a wall, almost becoming solid, and she couldn't even see people or objects two meters away.Looking at it like this, it is obvious that there will be no more people on this street.Maria clenched her fists, increased the strength of the twist, and prepared to go in and explore quickly.At this moment, she suddenly heard the sound of high heels, and the interval between them was just right, enough to make a light and elegant female image appear in people's minds.

At the same time, Maria found herself shaking violently.

Thin spider webs wrapped around her wrists and neck, drawing bloodstains, and forcefully pulled her hands out of her pockets.

Her spirituality outlines a picture: Behind her, a graceful woman in a white dress is walking gracefully from the depths of the black and yellow mist. The plague and poison are all surrendered at her feet, burning with black flames The spider silk stretched from her fingertips, beautiful and terrifying.

"Lovely little girl, actually trying to interrupt my progress in digesting the potion."

The witch laughed, and Maria's eyes were dizzy, and the seductive words kept echoing in her ears, and she eagerly wanted to follow the voice and look back at the flawless face of this woman.

But when she moved a little, the spider silk on her neck would immediately tighten and cut the blood beads. If she moved a little more, the spider silk would cut open her carotid artery, and even cut off the entire head smoothly!
"Why don't you despair? You still have cards?"

Ms. Despair came up behind her, exhaled like blue, put her soft hand into Maria's coat pocket, and took out a black sealed box.

"This is your hole card?" The Desperate Lady smiled, and threw the box aside, "A... Sealed Artifact, that's all."

Maria couldn't turn her head, and when she heard the sound of a box falling to the ground from a direction 30 meters behind her, her heart seemed to be smashed to the ground.

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Liv hung up the last laundry to dry.She looked at the sky outside, and was a little uncertain about the time because of the thick fog that didn't know when.

"Anyway, it's still early, and our washing work has been completed..." Liv's expression gradually became serious.

Finishing work too early is not a good thing, it doesn't mean you can rest, it just means you are underemployed and underpaid.

Liv took a breath, turned around and wiped her hands beside her, and said to her eldest daughter, Freya, who was looking at the vocabulary book in the next room: "New Year is almost here, and most of our employers are leaving Backlund to go to other places for vacation. We can't go on like this anymore, we have to find a new job."

She said as she walked towards the door: "During such festivals, those rich people will hold banquets one after another. Their servants may not be enough, and they may hire temporary kitchen cleaning ladies. I plan to ask , Freya, you stay at home and pick up Daisy when the time comes, we need income, and those bitch thieves, robbers, and human traffickers also need income to welcome the new year."

In the East End, every woman who did not enter the factories had to be crafty or aggressive if she wanted to survive.

Freya replied briskly, "Okay."

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

Just as Liv opened the door, she suddenly staggered and fell to the ground.

Cough cough cough!She coughed violently, her face was flushed, and every joint in her body was sore and unbearable.

Freya ran over in panic, squatted down:
"Mom, what's the matter with you? Mom, what's the matter with you?"

"No, ahem, I have no problem." Liv's breathing gradually became difficult.

"No, you're sick, you're sick! I'll take you to the hospital right away!" Freya tried her best to help her mother up.

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

Freya shed tears, and her vision quickly blurred.

At this moment, she felt her lungs burning, her body collapsed, and even Liv fell to the ground again.

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

Freya wanted to say something, but she couldn't make a sound. She squinted up and saw the door next door.

That was their bedroom, with their bunk beds, her favorite small table and word book.

Her body twitched suddenly.

Liv's cough stopped abruptly.

In the public elementary school on the edge of the East District, the fog is not too thick, but many students have already started coughing.

The teacher on duty was trained and immediately ordered: "Quick, go to the church, go to the church next to you!"

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

Suddenly, her heart skipped a beat, and she felt a sense of panic about losing something important.

...Mom...Freya...Daisy turned her head suddenly, trying to rush home against the crowd.

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

Daisy struggled with all her strength, and cried out heart-piercingly:

"Mom! Freya!"

"Mom! Freya!"

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In the East District, in the Docklands, and in the factory districts, those who are old or have hidden diseases are like felled trees, falling one after another in the mist, and those who touch them at this time are infected with the plague and die quickly. Fairly able-bodied adults and children also experienced mild discomfort.

In their eyes, the mist mixed with light yellow and iron black is like the descending "Grim Reaper".

On the Tuesday of the last week of 1349, there was a heavy smog in Backlund.

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"With the king's approval, the witch realized..."

"...a man-made disaster with unknown purpose."

The King of Decay stood in a hidden place in the street, raised his head to distinguish the sun behind the black and yellow mist, felt that his spirituality became more active in this environment, and had reached the level of a true god.If He hadn't sealed Himself relatively tightly, the entire Eastern Region would have already undergone a chemical reaction under the mixture of poisonous mist and dying spirituality, and would have become a lifeless dead place long ago, because His arrival was a proof that this place was about to perish.

"The original estimated death toll was around 20, but it was reduced to around [-] by Sefirah Castle..."

He was silent for a moment, then suddenly sighed.

"Stop crying to me, humans, I won't save you."

"Your gods promised salvation, your kings and gods slaughtered you, go and cry to them."

At this time, there was a low coughing sound from the relatively thin mist in the distance. A girl bowed her body, covered her mouth and nose with a thick cloth, and groped forward along the wall.

The cloth she used to cover her mouth and nose was strong and damp, and she appeared to be using a fire response method.In addition, she bent down, which slightly reduced the poisonous mist inhaled to a certain extent, so she was able to live until now.

But the poisonous mist is not an ordinary mist that can be blocked in this way, but the spirituality of the witch.The King of Decay looked at her, as if seeing a countdown timer that was about to end in a few hundred seconds above her head.

She coughed and walked forward in a nonchalant manner, and soon noticed a person standing two meters away.This person looked at her quietly, without protection, and had no intention of leaving. She felt hairy in her heart, and the thought of asking for help disappeared immediately.

"You're in pain and still scared."

But when the girl passed by him, the young man suddenly spoke:

"Even if you survive, the poisonous fog this time will cause irreversible damage to your respiratory tract, brain and lungs that cannot be cured at your economic level. You will not live to be 40 years old, and you will not be able to breathe for the next 20 years. become a form of torture."

"Do you want to die now?"

The girl was frightened, she quickly moved a few steps to the side, and the figure of the young man was immediately covered by the mist, making it indistinct.

"Are you... are you... the messenger of God?"

The young man replied: "No."

"I...I still, cough cough, want to live." The girl coughed and finished a sentence with difficulty, her voice came from behind the thick fabric, stuffy and weak, "I'm sick, sir, may I ask you , cough cough... Do you know where there is a charity hospital nearby?"

The young man pointed with his hand: "Go there. Cross this street, turn a corner, and walk another 500 meters to see a clinic."

The girl thanked her, and continued to walk forward unsteadily while leaning on the wall.

The King of Decay watched the countdown countdown gradually go away, and the beating decreased second by second. After walking more than ten meters, it was only half left, and it returned to zero when turning the corner.

There was another loud cry in His ear.

These weakened and dead lives were naturally attracted.

"Senseless pain and suffering."

The Declining King withdrew his gaze. He stood in the mist, looked ahead, and said calmly in words without any emotion:
"—I curse."

"I curse the human beings on this land. You are so pathetic, and the shackles you were born with prevent your thoughts from moving forward, so that I can't bear to criticize you. Maybe you shouldn't consider yourself a human being, and you must only be lambs in the future Livestock. You will be sacrificed, sacrificed, and slaughtered at will, with no regard for your pain and sorrow."

"I curse the gods who acquiesce in this matter. You could directly declare that raising humans is only for yourself, but you insist on taking the credit of the Creator and putting on the cloak of justice for yourself. Your backtracking will definitely become a sign of separation between God and man. You Will be hated, rejected, scorned, and not respected by human beings, and thus go to their own end."

Then, he paused, and solemnly spoke:
"After all this has come to an end, I will give you blessings, and may you be able to be reborn in a future without God."

"The above is the verdict of "Death Star"! "

One word fell, weighing more than a thousand catties.

Curses blend with spirituality, branches of possibility are cultivated, omens of death spread silently across the land, and will soon be connected to the fate of everything in the Northern Continent.

At the same time, since my personality is only floating at the height of the true god at this time, all the true gods on the earth can feel this huge curse—however, as long as the curse is completed, I have plenty of ways to deal with those guys.

Just when the curse was about to be completed, the Decayed King suddenly stopped the process. He turned his head and looked in a certain direction in the distance.

The tide of fate has changed again.

TBC
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Way of Decline-Omen of Death: After determining that a thing must decline, you can control the manifestation of the decline of this thing by means of curse/blessing.

(End of this chapter)