For a long time before I hid underground in Wiener's ice-free port, I had been running a hotel in Old William Street where there were more staff than guests most of the time. It was left to me by my mother, even though she was in her twenties.
He disappeared years ago, and only his tomb is buried in the church tomb in Wensel Street.
However, under the care of her family, generous nobles often stay in this run-down hotel. At the same time, I am also a writer who has published several novels. This originated from my father's expectations. Together with my mother,
The missing man was buried in the cenotaph next to his mother's cemetery.
I have no expectations for the future. Going to the hotel to catch lazy waiters and writing in the attic are the only things I do every day. I am not a pessimist, but there is no hope or sunshine here, even in the
In a miserable world where there are no seagulls pooping on the bay windows, what else is worth smiling about?
The only good news is that the world won't get any worse, just like there won't be any food worse than rotten meat. I used to comfort myself like this until the absolute darkness covered the sky and spread from the north. People on the streets
As I ran screaming in the apocalypse, I knew that the world could really get worse... The only food worse than carrion could be rotten human flesh.
I should be lucky, because that day I came to the hotel a little earlier because the waiter Pete broke the decorative vase. When darkness enveloped me, I quickly hid in an evacuation area not far from here, and because my mother’s family was placed in the evacuation area.
The inner ring of the area. As social creatures, our sense of security comes from the companions around us. Here, it comes from the fact that the hungry jackals in the inner ring near the core always eat the lambs on the outermost side first.
Although I lost the hotel my mother left me, the skills my father left me allowed me to rely on the new stories weaved every day in exchange for food and luxuries that would not make me malnourished, such as coffee beans mixed with sawdust,
I guess the price of tobacco mixed with wood chips or medicines mixed with wood chips will increase due to the shortage of wood chips here.
I thought that the rest of my life would end in this underground life like a living dead. But a few months later, I gradually had the same dream one after another. At first it was just as disorderly as the foam on scalding coffee.
Fragments of the story gradually emerged over time, and finally it became clear that it turned into a story about an exorcist in the late night city.
From this point on, I gradually became unable to suppress the desire to witness everything with my own eyes. The urge was so strong that it tortured me day and night. Even old Eugene who lived in the same room quickly noticed something strange about me. Maybe
It won't be long before he reports me to the patrol officer.
Of course I can take the initiative to find them and tell them the truth, but I would never dare to do that. Auditory hallucinations have been tormenting me for a long time, bringing with them weird and terrifying inspirations. If I surrender to the patrol officers, they will only treat me as an infected person and throw them out of the asylum.
District, they don't care about my status as a writer.
But the call that seemed to come from blood and from the depths of my soul was still deepening day and night. Finally, one night, I quietly said goodbye to old Eugene who was afraid of me but did nothing, and left the refuge area under the sympathetic eyes of the guards.
I knew that the meaning of that look meant that I would never be able to come back here again. I didn't know if I had done something wrong, but when I returned to the dark surface, I felt a long-lost happiness, as if I had returned to my unfettered childhood.
And, some mysterious power protected me from disappearing into the vast darkness, which allowed me to row across the strait and arrive in a deserted land relying only on an abandoned wooden boat stuck in the shoal. This is something that no one can imagine. Me too, I actually did it.
I dared to do this. Then, I passed through the plains where the Unremembered Walking Dead wandered, was entertained at the Nameless Banquet, and walked with the ghouls migrating to their lairs. Finally, I came to the first town on this trip, Cotton Town.
Then here, I learned the terrible, horrifying, crazy and terrifying truth from the locals. At the beginning of the Dark Ages, Midnight City lost contact. This was completely different from my dream! But those who revived the people came from the old sewer.
Various rumors convinced me that Midnight City was indeed gone, otherwise they would not have allowed these rumors to spread freely in human towns.
In the early morning, with the townspeople looking at me like a fool, I left the town and headed alone to Midnight City, dozens of miles away, and stopped in front of the bloody farmland that appeared in every dream. A scarecrow stood knee-high in the wheat field, letting me
Unable to get close, I can only dare to look at the dormant building from a distance
In the darkness, five black towers stood, and the Midnight City spread the darkness of the World Tree. At this time, the long-lost sleepiness came over me, and I lay down in the wilderness and fell asleep.
Then, an unprecedentedly clear dream emerged in my mind
That is the story of the exorcist Lu Li in Midnight City.
When the great story ended with the Exorcist leaving Midnight City, I woke up from my dream and ran back to Cotton Town like crazy. Just because I didn’t want to keep rushing before nightfall and let this wonderful story be buried in a deserted place.
In this dark land of knowledge, I was also worried that I would forget anything, but the facts proved
Worrying is unnecessary. My memory has never been so clear, not even when I was eighteen years old. The story will only be unable to be written due to the length. I even remember every time Lu Li spoke rationally and calmly, and every word that appeared on his windbreaker.
A wrinkle that I'm convinced is actually happening.
Back in the hotel room, I quickly wrote down the story of the Exorcist, while also thinking about the meaning of Midnight City: If Mr. Lu Li has been trapped in the illusion woven by the dead souls in Midnight City since he received the invitation, what do they want?
Did they say they were redeemed by Lu Li, or did they redeem Lu Li? Or did they hope to impart knowledge to Lu Li? Why did they let Lu Li leave with the stone seal?
Then I fell into a violent epileptic tremor, because I realized that I had discovered the truth: the illusion was false, but in reality, the bloody wheat field was there, the lord was there, Claire who became the head maid was there, who became the deputy to the Viscount.
Dean Claire is there, and all the people who disappeared with Midnight City are there. These dead souls hope that Lu Li will no longer let their bodies and souls be grotesquely desecrated.
The real culprit that derailed the story of Midnight City was the parchment in the swamp that only Mr. Lu Li knew. Its efforts to plunder the souls turned into Lu Li's trust in it, and it subtly influenced the exorcist. But its conspiracy
Lu Li ultimately failed in recovering his memory because memory carries the soul. This is a truth that the weird parchment will never know.
As I write this, I feel that my time is running out... I am very happy that at the last moment of my life, I am no longer inactive, no longer confused, and the dawn of hope shines on my sinful body: Maybe you will ask