"Oh, Mr. Eric - what a wonderful performance!" The excited theater owner stretched out his hand to the tall and thin man in front of him, "I didn't expect, I really didn't expect that your latest work would be so exciting! No!
It’s just a script, but your performance is also wonderful!”
This theater owner has been running this theater for decades, and there is already a lot of white in his stylishly combed hair. The person he praised so much and called him "teacher" is an old Luper tribe.
The gentleman has long, snow-white hair combed into an aristocratic look. Even though his face has some old wrinkles, his body is still upright, and his dark blue eyes are still piercing, maintaining the look of an actor.
The most important thing is style.
The old gentleman seemed to have just come off the stage and was still wearing an Eastern style costume. He gracefully held the eager hands and smiled, "That's an exaggeration, sir - you and the audience are just happy to watch it."
My greatest wish."
The boss held the old gentleman's hand tightly and said eagerly: "You don't know something - I have been your fan since before I entered this industry! Some people have been saying that you have exhausted your talents. It is all bullshit! You
The sword is still young! The newly added element this time, I remember it is something from the East Kingdom, it seems to be called..."
"Noh drama." The old gentleman seemed to be particularly happy to share his latest achievements with others, "I found a new way of thinking during this period! In the past, my vision was too narrow, but this ancient art has given me a new perspective.
Vision! You know what? It..."
"Teacher!" A young girl came to the old gentleman's side and bowed humbly, "I've already packed it up."
The old gentleman looked at the watch of the boss in front of him again, "Oh, it's already this time - I'm sorry, I have to excuse myself, I have an appointment with my disciple today."
"No, no, no, it's nothing. I hope your troupe can come to our theater again!"
——
The old gentleman asked the young and beautiful disciple: "How was today's dinner?" "I think it was very good! It is indeed a restaurant recommended by the teacher." The disciple's face was a little red because he had drunk some red wine for a long time. This may be
It's probably because she has some different feelings for her teacher - she clings to her teacher drunkenly, feeling the joy in her heart.
The two of them walked side by side on a small road on the outskirts of the city. It was dim and starless, and only the moonlight illuminated this secluded road.
"You know?" The old gentleman said with a smile, as if to tease the drunk disciple, "I heard that many places give alcohol to the animals they raise."
"Really?" The female disciple blinked her bright eyes, "Aren't you losing money by doing this?"
The old gentleman nodded in agreement: "Yes. They say that doing this will make the meat more delicious. I always thought this was nonsense before, but I now find that drinking some wine seems to stimulate a more...
fragrance."
The female disciple didn't take it seriously, "Really?" She seemed a little worried as she looked at the secluded path under the moonlight. "The last time we performed was in City A, right? There seemed to be a murder there, and only mutilated corpses were left at the scene. Is that possible?
It would be a little dangerous..."
But she immediately gave up such worries. "But it's far away from City A, so there shouldn't be any problems."
The evening breeze blew, looking at the gentle moonlight, she was immersed in her own world. The old gentleman stopped, and he said tenderly to the young girl: "You know, Wanda - I have been with you since the beginning.
From the beginning I thought you were beautiful."
The female disciple was startled, but the joy in her heart was even greater - she looked up at her teacher. "You know - especially your profile. I can say that those ears are the best in the world."
The most beautiful arcs can only be drawn by an artist."
"Teacher..." The shy girl hesitated, not knowing how to respond. She originally felt that the gap between the two was too big, whether it was age, status, or talent. Her little thoughts could only be hidden.
, but she did not expect such a response - her teacher also treated her as a woman. The girl said softly, "Teacher, if I...can, I..."
"Will you reject me?"
"..." The girl looked up in silence, looking forward to the kiss that could only appear in dreams. The two hugged each other tightly under the moonlight, with each other's figures reflected in their pupils - the girl closed her eyes.
Something touched her cheek - something warm, wet, as soft as... no, is something licking me? The girl's mind was numbed by alcohol, and she only felt confused, without any awareness.
Some kind of fear had swept through the night. She opened her eyes.
If only the moonlight could be as dim as the stars.
She wouldn't have seen this:
What kind of face is this? The long mouth is filled with sharp and shining fangs, and the long tongue licks his cheek. Above the mouth that spits out warm and fishy wind is a
A furry face, with green eyes shining with the moon and his own face full of fear——
"Ah...ah..."
The originally beautiful singing voice could not spit out a complete syllable. The unknown fear scared away her drunkenness and grabbed her heart. The bright red tongue was still licking her face. "I swear, I won't
It will make you look ugly in front of anyone."
"That incident frightened you, I'm sorry. Forgive me, everyone has a first time - I will handle everything very cleanly this time."
——A pair of sharp claws grabbed her bare arms.
Maybe... no one can hear those tiny sounds.
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City A, Black Steel International Training Base.
There was a knock on the door, and Walton, who had just sat down, responded, "Come in." Seeing the visitor, he showed a tired smile, "Nate, you're back - how was your internship at the hospital?"
The white-haired knight was as polite as ever: "Everything goes well, BOSS. Have you just come back from outside?"
"Yeah, the Longmen thing took longer than I thought, but I'm finally back." Walton smiled, "But I'm not the hardest worker. So, congratulations on joining the job, Nate - although I'm leaving
There are still a few days until I officially join the job, but it shouldn’t matter if I tell you in advance.”
"No, I want to thank you." Nate bowed slightly, "You gave me this opportunity, I will definitely work hard."
"Well, I'm looking forward to it - the report on the completion of the internship has been completed, and you should be the first one. Is there anything else you want to say?"
Nate nodded slightly and took out a necklace from his pocket, with a simple silver ring hanging on it. "That's it, I..." A huge sense of crisis and the pain of static electricity touching his skin climbed into his body.
Back, "What is that thing?" Walton said coldly, his eyes no longer relaxed at all, "Honestly, where did that thing come from?!"
"It's in... Illaina." Nate broke into a cold sweat and answered with some difficulty, "I seized it from the leader of the intruders, but no matter how much I investigated, I couldn't figure out what it was..."
At this point, the sense of oppression finally faded away. "...Give it to me." Nate handed over the ring, and Walton found the word with unknown meaning: R'lyeh. "You just said... Illaina
.I see, this does make sense. It shouldn’t be you.”
Nate couldn't understand the meaning of these words, but Walton didn't seem to want to explain: "You don't know, I really can't blame you. But when you encounter this kind of thing in the future, your first reaction is to run away, and the second thing
The matter is to be reported to me, do you understand?"
"Yes." Nate's doubts still couldn't be solved, "But, BOSS, what exactly is this thing..."
"...It has something to do with many people, including the people around you." Walton considered his words, "But this is not something you can interfere with. Even any contact will not work. It will not be useful."
"But--"
"...You go." Walton's expression looked a little depressed, "I want to be alone for a while."
"……excuse me."
The door closed, and Walton looked at the ring in silence and didn't speak for a long time.
"It seems... there is still no way to change it."
He looked at the outdated smartphone on the table and said, "Ellie, if you still...hey."
He silently turned on the TV, which showed the midday news.
"Just yesterday, the police station in a certain city received a report. An actress named Wanda disappeared at night. The woman was a member of the theater troupe Quiet Night, which had performed in this city a long time ago. This promising future drama star was
The whereabouts are unknown..."
Walton was silent, unable to focus on the TV.
There are many things that people cannot resist - just like the night that will eventually arrive.