Catalina reminded Lu Li who stretched out his palm.
"He is the night watchman."
Lu Li picked up the fallen notes with his left hand.
It seems that Weird, who was once a night watchman, ended his life after Lu Li arrived.
The notes record the answers.
The black crow who stepped on the minced meat tilted his head, and his dark eyes reflected Lu Li who was opening the notebook.
[On August 13, investigator Zohan Erkin borrowed two books, "History of the Fast Organ" and "Odd Stories from the Sea"]
[On August 13th, Alliance member Went Duo borrowed a book "Chronicles of the Main Continent"]
【August 13th...】
The notes seemed to only contain the library's borrowing records. Lu Li turned the pages frequently and stopped about a third of the way through the notes.
The handwriting becomes sloppy and the content changes.
[I am Matthew, the night watchman of Belfast. The action record is lost, I will use this notebook to continue recording]
[When the disaster struck, our team was ordered to guard the investigator base. I was separated from them, and I was the only one who arrived here]
[There are burning sounds, screams and terrifying screams outside. Captain Price and others should not come... I should go find them, but guarding the investigator base is our task]
[There is no one else here, I am the only one in this huge investigator base... Where have all the investigators gone? Are there people from the Alliance? 】
【The earth is shaking, what is happening outside?】
[The radio is saying that Belfast has suffered a strange attack, just like the Port of Zernst... The city is going to be destroyed? But... how is it possible...]
[No one came back, and no civilians escaped. The radio kept repeating that thing... maybe it's true... what should I do? 】
[I found a warehouse where supplies are stored. This should be enough for me to hold on for a while]
[It’s dawn... The burning hasn’t stopped yet, there is thick smoke everywhere, what happened outside, the fire swept through the entire Belfast? 】
[The mission requires our team to guard the investigator base. I haven’t waited for the others... I will wait. The investigator base cannot be abandoned]
[The situation may be worse than I thought. Next, I will record the daily changes in this city. This will be useful, whether it is handed over by me or discovered by you...]
[At noon the next day, the whole city was silent, and the thick smoke from the burning made the sky as dark as evening. I saw some silhouettes passing by from the window, but I couldn't tell whether they were survivors or... them]
[On the third day, the cash register broke. I found a passage that looked very long. I didn’t know where it led. I hoped someone would come from the depths... But if no rescue came, I would explore. This
At this point, there’s no point in adhering to the Night’s Watch code anymore, right?]
[On the fourth day, the thick smoke over the city dissipated. There were indeed survivors, but that was a few days ago. Now I can hardly see the figures passing by on the street outside the window, only the paths behind the strange fog.
Silhouette, I know it’s not a human being...]
[On the fifth day, the radio repaired itself. I heard voices other than mine again. Just as I thought, Belfast was destroyed... Weird people invaded here in large numbers. Hundreds of thousands died, and those who fled
There are only a few. The radio keeps repeating for the survivors to go to Watchtown on the back of the mountain.]
[It seems that there was a rescue, but it failed, and they did not send new rescuers]
[On the sixth day, they gave up here? The mechanism at the entrance was not touched, and no one came]
[On the seventh day... I should be glad that there are many books in the library. I won’t drive my handwriting crazy because of boredom, but those books are poison. Reading too many books will reduce the sanity value... I hope there is not so much knowledge in them.
There can be more books and story books]
[The seventh day is the same as yesterday]
[On the eighth day, nothing happened, or what should have happened had already happened in the previous three days]
[On the ninth day, it has been confirmed that there will be no rescue. 'Article 34 of the Night Watchman's Code, if the mission exceeds the deadline for one week or an accident occurs at the Night Watchman's discretion, the Night Watchman is free to investigate or retreat'. I want to go out.
have a look】
[A fishing boat collapsed the street next door. What happened? Why did a fishing boat of hundreds of tons fall in the city? Who lifted it? I thought the destruction was just...]
[I'm back, I can't leave... There are them everywhere outside, I was almost discovered, and even the sanity counter started buzzing as soon as I returned to the ground]
[This passage leads to the real library. I know it, but I have never been there... What disappoints me is that there are no survivors in the real library, and weirdness also occupies the outside of the library. I can't leave from there]
[After counting the remaining food, I found that there are more canned food than expected, enough for me to last for more than half a year or even longer. But there is not that much kerosene, so I need to get some firewood]
[On the tenth day, I should probably extend the frequency of writing notes appropriately. Every day should be the same as the day before. The weirdness didn’t come here, and nothing happened. 】
[On the eleventh day, the sanity counter kept ringing and never stopped...]
[There are only three possibilities, there is something wrong with me, there is something wrong with this base, and there is a counter]
[On the fourteenth day, strangeness has taken over this city and this ruin, otherwise there is no way to explain the constant pollution...]
[On the seventeenth day, there are less than five pounds of kerosene left in the storage. I must save.]
[I dismantled the cabinets and chairs and raised a fire. It was much brighter than an oil lamp, and even the counter seemed to sound slowly]
[On the twentieth day, I felt uncomfortable. It was not because of filth. Even though I was a woman, being dirty as a night watchman was not an unbearable problem.]
[The thirty-fifth...or how many days, I haven’t recorded it for a long time...Some bad things happened to me, my body is changing...]
[Day 50? Another lump of flesh. These lump-like swellings are getting bigger day by day...]
[Sixty days...my thinking...becomes slow...I dare not look in the mirror...ugly sarcoma hanging on my body...]
【I am becoming a monster...】
【Food is almost out...】
[The messenger came...no letter...hungry...brought back food...it saved...grateful...]
【Ask for help...】
[…take care of…messenger…companion…home…safety…wait…leave…record…]
The scrawled handwriting repeated the same content over and over again, filling up the paper at the back.
You can feel the indescribable and delicate changes on every page. The text gradually becomes greasy and moist, like the sticky tentacles in the deepest part of the deep sea, gently touching Lu Li's eyes.
Lu Li reluctantly pieced together part of the content from the contaminated repeated text: a night watchman named Matthew hoped that the newcomers would take care of the black crow for her.
Snap.
Gently closing the note, Lu Li said to the black crow: "Wait for us at the top of the cliff in the Elm Forest."
"dumb!"
The hoarse cry of the black crow seemed to be an answer, and it flew towards the way they came, disappearing at the end of the passage with the echoing sound of wings.
