These words echoed in Lumian's ears, like a dam suddenly collapsing, and the bursting flood surged into his mind, washing out all the bloody cracks originally buried under the mud.
Pale, painful, and bone-chilling, Lumian saw that scene again: he saw the parish priest Guillaume Benet surrounded by a large number of undead in linen clothes in the wilderness.
I saw Mrs. Pualis flying in mid-air with her wings spread.
I saw the blond figure reflected in her eyes, that was Aurore.
Lumian also saw the walls on the third floor of the castle covered with blue and white transparent faces.
Saw Louis Lund giving birth.
Saw Sybil Berry reborn in the body of a maid.
I saw Guillaume Benet, Pierre Berry, Poncebenet and this group of fate believers fighting against the midwife, administrator Beoste and others.
And all these images come from his own sight, from the fist-sized bubbles floating in mid-air.
"Blank paper..."
"Blank Paper" Lumian's expression became distorted, and he leaned back in pain. The blood vessels on his body surface were protruding one by one, and they were densely packed.
At the same time, the words left by the psychiatrist Susie flashed through his mind: "Always remember not to be overly emotional. Once you have a similar reaction, immediately use deep breathing and other methods to calm down your mood and ease your state."
Lumian gasped for air, as if the surroundings had become a vacuum.
Mrs. Pualis saw his appearance and said with some sympathy: "You have indeed forgotten many things. No, you have buried them deep in your heart and dare not touch them." I was also in pain and very sad at the time.
Uncomfortable. Only after I became a 'banshee' did I meet a woman who could really touch my heart. She was so charming, so kind, quiet, and lively. I couldn't believe that she would become a follower of the evil god.
With his identity, he attacked me and blocked me.
"At that time, she was already a 'fate hunter'. She was more affected by fate than Guillaume Benet."
Lumian couldn't help but raise his hands and hold his head, as if it was about to explode from the inside out.
While taking deep breaths, he recalled Aurore who didn't take it seriously every time he heard him talk about the weird things in the village. He recalled Aurore who told him not to see things he shouldn't see. He recalled Aurore who always told him not to see things at night.
Aurore, who was sitting on the roof looking at the stars, recalled the transparent "lizard" that came out of Aurore's mouth in her dream, and recalled that Naaraiza and others who were the first to spread the heresy of constellations were all related to Aurore.
The ones that Raul walked closer to.
Along with this, he also remembered what happened when he discovered that Raymond Ava had died and he was caught by the gang after failing to take revenge on Poncebene. He suffered a little torture but was finally released.
I remembered Aurore, who was as solemn and worried as myself, cutting out the little blue book to put together a letter of help, I remembered Aurore explaining mystical knowledge to me, I remembered Aurore's eyes turning during the ceremony, as if she came to life
, Aurore pushed herself out of the altar.
Huh, hoh... Lumian was breathing heavily, as if he was still in the nightmare and had never woken up.
Mrs. Pualis sighed softly: "I should have discovered her abnormality earlier. Although she visits me and I visit her less frequently, I have long noticed that she likes to look up at the stars at night, always
Said some strange words about 'hometown'. In the field of occultism, 'starry sky' is a very dangerous thing, especially for extraordinary people. Later, I wanted her to believe in the Great Mother, but it was too late."
Lumian's lips moved and he asked with great difficulty: "When did she start acting abnormally?"
He remembered clearly that Aurore had always had the habit of looking up at the stars and missing her hometown. But nothing happened in those first years. Of course, Lumian admitted that in the past year, Aurore had indeed looked at the stars more frequently than before.
It was higher, but he couldn't remember when it became like that.
Mrs. Pualis shook her head, suppressed the rest of her emotions, and said funny: "You should ask yourself, you are with her every day, but I am not. Sometimes I am jealous of you, and sometimes I feel
You're right, why should we stick to the rules of vulgar society instead of letting ourselves go and enjoying the joy of life?"
Lumian didn't seem to hear what Mrs. Pualis was saying. He still buried his body, pressed his head, looked at the floor in the carriage and asked to himself: "Who, who made her believe in fate?
"
"Perhaps only she knows the answer, which is a pity." Mrs. Pualis sighed again.
Lumian fell silent and took deep breaths.
Once, twice, three times, I don't know how long it took, he finally straightened his back, put down his hands, and looked at Mrs. Pualis: "Have you ever seen an elf that looks like a lizard in the village?"
"No." Mrs. Pualis shook her head.
The transparent "lizard" in my dream is just a symbol, representing belief in fate, or does it also exist in reality, but it is just hidden very deep? Lumian kept thinking, as if this was the only way to avoid touching the thoughts embedded in his heart.
The sharp knives inside.
He raised a new question: "Have you heard of the legend of the wizard? It takes nine oxen to pull the coffin."
"No." Mrs. Pualis shook her head again.
Lumian asked one question after another. In the end, he no longer knew what he was asking, and he didn't know whether Mrs. Pualis had answered. Even the other person's face became vague and inadequate in his impression.
It's so clear, as if it's dozens or hundreds of meters away.
At some point, the four-wheeled carriage stopped, and Lumian returned to the roadside in a daze, walking forward aimlessly, without stopping.
When, when, when.
The church bell rang and the time came to midnight.
Lumian suddenly regained consciousness and found himself back outside the Golden Rooster Hotel.
He instinctively went up the steps and prepared to open the door, but after being stunned for a few seconds, he retreated to the street again. He shuffled towards the end of the chaotic street like a wandering soul.
He walked all the way to Market Avenue, and the sky was gloomy all night. Finally, dark clouds gathered, and neither the red moon nor the stars could be seen.
Lumian came to the door of the Breeze Dance Hall and heard the drums beating fiercely and the people inside, making it extremely lively.
As if he couldn't bear this kind of environment, he suddenly turned around, staggered to the roadside, found a shadow far away from the nearest gas street lamp, and sat on the ground.
Pat, pat, as time went by, drops of rain fell to the ground, fell on Lumian's head, and fell in front of his eyes.
The raindrops gradually became more frequent, and the pattering sounds became a series.
Lumian did not move, as if he had turned into a statue, letting the rain wet his hair, his face, and his clothes.
Suddenly, a shadow appeared above him, and the falling raindrops disappeared.
Lumian looked up blankly and saw a dark blue umbrella, the metal frame supporting the cloth, and Jenna holding the umbrella handle.
He withdrew his gaze and stared blankly at the center of the road where water mist had splattered. He did not stop Jenna or pay attention to her.
Jenna wore a thick smoky makeup, wore a low-cut red dress with sequins, and a light-colored shawl with larger holes on her shoulders, which made her look not particularly exposed.
She stared at Lumian for a few seconds, without asking, still standing next to him, holding an umbrella.
The heavy rain lasted for a full hour before it subsided. Only droplets of water occasionally fell from the buildings on both sides and the lamps by the roadside.
Lumian stood up slowly as if he had lost something.
Jian Na put away her umbrella and said to herself: "The rain will always stop, just like the darkness will always pass, the sun will rise, and the light will shine on the earth."
Lumian was silent for a while, looking at the dark road ahead and said: "How would you feel when you find that someone you trust is not who you thought he was?"
Jian Na did not answer his question, but asked: "Do you still believe him?"
Lumian pursed his lips and replied without hesitation: "I believe it."
"Since you still believe in him, then go find the reason why he did that." Jenna said in a calm tone.
Lumian's hands were trembling slightly. He took deep breaths several times in a row. Finally, his body no longer felt strange. It was only then that he turned his head and looked at Jenna: "You
Why are you here?"
Jian Na replied angrily and funny: "Fuck, this is outside the Breeze Dance Hall. I don't have to go to the theater today, and I came here to sing and earn money in the evening. As soon as I finished, I saw you sitting on the roadside when I went out, stupidly soaked in the rain."
Lumian withdrew his gaze and took steps without expression. He stepped on the stagnant water and walked towards White Coat Street very quickly.
"Where are you going?" Jenna asked a little worried.
Lumian said without looking back: "Go find the reason."
He remembered the words Aurore left behind when she pushed herself away from the altar: "My... notes."
Based on the current situation, Lumian suspected that his sister was telling him that clues to the source of the anomaly could be found in her witchcraft notes.
Jian Na, who was holding an umbrella, followed Lumian and asked tentatively: "Can you find the reason in just one night?"
"It may take a long time." Lumian replied impatiently.
Jian Na muttered: "Then why are you in such a hurry? Take a good rest and clear your mind. Maybe it can help you find the reason faster."
Lumian thought about his inability to understand many contents in the witchcraft notes and his lack of occult knowledge, and was silent for a moment. He turned his head again and looked at Jenna: "Is Franka at home?"
"Why are you asking this?" Jenna looked confused, "She probably won't go back to White Coat Street today. She said she wanted to spend a pleasant night with Gardner Martin."
Huh... Lumian let out a breath and turned towards the chaotic street.