One hundred and seventy-one. Bizarre syndrome (11)
As if to bring the story to a dramatic climax, violent winds and rain appeared between the dark cave and the eaves. They fell when I jumped into the river, and it wasn't until I climbed up the river bank like a water ghost that they began to wreak havoc. The swaying will-o'-the-wisps in the distance became dim and vague.
The lake provided cover for my next whereabouts. The local residents didn’t know that I was taken to their lair by the river water.
The strong wind howled like ghosts and wolves and blew through the maze-like ancient house. Exhausted, I didn't want to kill anymore, so I hid in an empty room with no one, blocked the door with a latch and a table, took off my wet clothes, and put them
Wring it dry and put it on again, lest you be entangled by the wind and cold again.
I looked out the window at the violent wind and rain beating against the house. The sound of wind and rain and the sloping lines seemed to take me back to the stormy night when the ship crashed.
"Damn it, how many times do you want me to tell you that! You don't need to come out to help in the storm! Now! Give it to me! Get back to the cabin! Monkey, take this old thing back!"
Past memories that I had seen several times reappeared. I was like an indifferent audience, watching the performance on the stage change its direction due to subtle changes: the old crewman at the foot of the slope knocked me off the side of the ship with a grin, and the broken and fallen mast happened to kill him.
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Good and evil have changed again, but I am no longer indifferent to it. Now I just want to go home and return to my family. And if anything wants to stop me... no one can stop a husband and father from returning home.
crunchy
Suddenly, I heard a creaking sound behind me, like stepping on a deck. I turned around and saw a mycelium monster standing in front of the bedroom door. In my hurry, I just found a house at random and didn't notice that there were residents inside. Its throat
The tube is trembling, it is about to be released
With its buzzing posture, I couldn't possibly let it notify its companions and pounce on it to fight. It didn't have much defense, and its strength was surprisingly weak. I could easily tear off its throat, and it would spew out squirming black hyphae in a disgusting manner.
, the body becomes still after dozens of seconds.
Although the mycelium monster has been eliminated, I was worried that its death would be known to its companions, so I rushed out of the house in the storm and got into a leaky, dilapidated and ownerless house that was dormant in the rainy night. There should be no residents living there.
Here I took off my clothes again and wrung them dry. I didn't dare to light a fire for fear of being discovered. Fortunately, the goat-man brains that had made me nauseous kept me from being hungry and cold.
I observed the traces of mycelium through the pale light flashing from time to time outside the window. They seemed not to want to search for me in the storm, and the muddy ground covered all my whereabouts. I confirmed that they would not find me for the time being, and I moved the house where I could find my traces.
Block the door with moving things, huddle in a corner where leaks and rain will not splash, and let your tired self rest.
I thought that my exhausted body would soon fall asleep. I left this hopeless reality for a short time, but my conscious mind, which was unwilling to fall asleep, felt the terrifying tentacles reaching out like a nightmare, twisting my head because I thought of some terrible things.
guess.
If the place I am now is my hometown...if those mycelial monsters are people I am familiar with...I think of the short silhouette like me rushing towards me in front of the gallows, and the weak outline of mycelium struggling in the house after being attacked by me.
, I trembled with fear, I could only cast a pity look at the gods who never cared about me, and would not let complete despair fall on me, a miserable sinner.
"Am I crazy?" I couldn't help but question myself again. My hoarse voice sounded like a devil crawling out of hell. I curled up in pain and cried bitterly, crying for an unfair fate and crying for hope.
Caught in love with me. In this exhausting cry, I finally fell asleep and had a nightmare that I never wanted to remember again.
Kazgir means navel in the local language, because it is the calmest sea area in the main continent. Like other coastal towns, this town is peaceful and calm. She instinctively existed quietly until one day, a disheveled man
A madman breaks into the town.
The uninvited guest first moved into an unowned house and made a big fuss at Doctor Lund's place. Then he broke into the Uzi Tavern, occupied the attic and injured the boss, waiters and guests there. The quiet town, which had been free of disputes for a long time, fell into chaos.
, they hadn’t encountered anything like this for a long time, and they didn’t know what to do. At this time, the madman left the tavern and came to the only church in the town, where he created a shocking blood eucalyptus.
By the time the mayor arrived with his guards, it was too late. The respected priests, nuns and praying guests fell at the feet of the devil with brains on his mouth, his heads empty.
They worked together to subdue the madman who put down his resistance and spoke words that no one could understand, and put him in a dungeon. Because of the horrific crimes he committed, the town of Kazgir directly sentenced him to hanging without any formality.
The madman was brought to the gallows. The mayor tried the madman in front of the weeping relatives of the deceased and the angry townspeople. But the next scene shocked all the townspeople: the madman broke away from the gallows and took the mayor hostage. The angry townspeople rescued him.
The mayor and a little girl were among them. "That's my daddy!" Her shout was drowned in the crowd. She could only struggle to squeeze out of the crowd and ran towards her father. In response, she was smashed on the head.
mahogany walking stick.
The madman, who made the townspeople angry and frightened, broke out of the siege, jumped into the river, was washed by the river to the center of the town, and fled into a house in a panic, which happened to be his former home.
The wife who was waiting for her husband and daughter to come back was surprised to see her embarrassed husband. She wanted to scream, but her neck was broken by the man who looked like her husband. The woman fell in a pool of blood in pain and sadness, and her hot beating heart gradually cooled down...
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On the fifth day after waking up from amnesia, I confirmed that I had indeed gone crazy. Mycelial monsters were wandering in the cave. I no longer showed up or had any contact with them. I only stole will-o'-the-wisps and shovels in the dead of night, projecting the gloomy
In the shadows, you pry open the floorboards, dig tunnels, and create your own way home.
I don’t know how long it had passed, but in the deep holes in the floor of the house, faint gasps and knocking sounds echoed from the unimaginable pit in the distance. I dug upwards, as if I was about to leave this cave soon.
With the final knock, the soil splashed and the brackish sea water poured down from the dug hole.
I dug the tunnel, and the cold sea water that poured in almost submerged me, but the ground above was not the ground I imagined. I hesitated, and finally expanded the dug hole, then held my breath and crawled out along the hole, like an abyss.
In the darkness where nothing could be seen, he swung his legs and hands desperately and floated towards the sea.
After a long time, I slowly woke up floating on the sea like a floating corpse.
Then I saw the distant coast, the seaside town that made me long for it.