Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang.

December 31st, the last night of .

Some people are busy in the Church of the Mother of the Earth, following the bishop who likes to be called "Father" to take care of the patients suffering in the great smog; , held her formal coming-of-age ceremony; some people lay in the apartment with their friends, put down the newspaper that read "About deaths, and over sicknesses", poured champagne with friends, and sincerely hoped that there would be no more people in the coming year. Such a catastrophe befell...

In the East District, a public elementary school temporarily used to accommodate patients.

Compared with the tragic deaths in the dock area and factory area, the East End is the place with the largest number of survivors, but most people still face the torment of this plague.

The staff of Evernight Church and the staff sent by the hospital took in some seriously ill patients here, and provided free soup and medicine to anyone in need.

Penny straightened the broken hair from her sideburns, picked up the huge tray, and steadily distributed the several bowls of soup on it to the people on the wooden mats in the classroom. The bedding and fabrics donated were far from enough for the number of patients. You can line up outside the door to receive the decoction, and only some people who need "special observation" will be left to monitor.

Seeing Penny, the bored rabbit leaning against the door stood up, picked up those hot bowls containing dark green medicinal soup, and handed them to the people who were lying or sitting in the room one by one.

Most of them are patients in the central area of ​​that "Holy Light".

Jayne, a black-haired boy, was playing a pair of crinkled poker with two other middle-aged people. When he took the soup, he excitedly winked at the rabbit, implying that he had won a few more pennies.

Rabbit rolled his eyes at his good friend, picked up another bowl of soup, and pushed the gray-haired middle-aged and elderly man in the corner: "Old Kohler, wake up and drink the medicine."

After the old man was awakened, he took the bowl from the rabbit with a dazed expression and handed it to his mouth tremblingly. His eyes were straightened, as if he was still immersed in a dream and couldn't get out.

"Don't sleep, it's easy to wake up if you sleep again." The rabbit said indifferently, pulled back the empty bowl that old Kohler had finished drinking, and put it back on Penny's tray.

Because of this sentence, the rabbit was glared at by Penny, and the rabbit pretended not to see it.

The decoction on the tray was basically distributed, Penny left the room quickly, and the rabbit sat down next to Old Kohler, listening to a mother beside her comforting her child in a low voice, both of them were in tears , the father of the family who went to work in the docklands never came back.

"Old Kohler, what did you dream about again?"

"Light."

"nonsense."

"Hehe, no, it's true," the old Kohler wiped the corners of his eyes, "I followed that light for a long time, and saw... Seeing my wife and children, I walked back to the door of my house several years ago, they All healthy."

The rabbit didn't speak, just turned his fingers silently, drawing circles and circles on his trouser legs.

"My son surprised me with the ham I brought home and lifted it up to his head in excitement, only to drop the whole bag on the floor. My daughter got mad and screamed at me about her bad brother. LOL MY My wife complained that I was spending money again, and we had a bit of an argument about it. Then she laughed at the kids being coquettish, and came up to me and gave me a flour-drenched hug and kiss, and she told me…”

Old Kohler's voice gradually lowered, he covered his face, weeping uncontrollably.

Rabbit raised his head, his tone was still so cold: "What did she tell you?"

"She, she's still so worrying, she told me—"

Old Kohler's throat rolled:
"Live well."

The rabbit leaned heavily against the wall behind him, and he lowered his head so that the brown bangs that were glued together covered his eyes: "...Really?"

Old Kohler's choked-up cries lasted for a few seconds, occasionally mixed with a few coughs, and soon the voice became quiet again. He wrapped the blanket with holes tightly and leaned against the corner.

Not long after, the old Kohler's breath became long again.

The rabbit lazily rolled its eyelids, looked at the old Kohler who had fallen asleep again, and said to him in a volume that only he could hear:

"Maybe, that's the fate you missed... Ha, all of us are like this."

Rabbit will not tell anyone what is in his dream - he dreamed of "Hamel", dreamed of the "harmonica spirit" trampling the silver river, fighting with the terrible god of death, protecting him behind , let him not be afraid.

In the end, she also stepped into that light forever, protecting him and his friends, and answering the rabbit's prayer.

He failed to find the "talisman" given to him by "Hamel" at the scene, even though it was just a knot of hair, all he found was a piece of scrap newspaper that was so torn that he couldn't pick it up.

Rabbit had a premonition that he would never get that thing back again.

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Joewood District, Minsk Street NO.15.

The black-haired young man holding a pile of food quickly walked into the room. After locking the front door, he snapped his fingers, and the flames in the fireplace burst into flames, quickly dispelling the cold in the room.

There was no one waiting outside, nor inside.

So the chill moved from the air to the young man's eyes.

Klein brought the ingredients into the kitchen expressionlessly, kneading and waking up the noodles. The sound of chopping the stuffing lasted for a few minutes. The celery and green onion were cut into small pieces, and the amount of seasoning was not too much or too little according to visual inspection. He mixed the different ingredients into two large bowls and stirred each.

During the whole process, Klein maintained a calm expression, and his attention was always reserved for the door, waiting for the doorbell to ring.

But no, no one came to visit Mr. Sherlock Moriarty or Comrade Zhou Mingrui.

It took longer to make dumplings, which should not have been done by one person, so Klein didn't care.It was only after he boiled the water that he took out his pocket watch and glanced at the time, only to find that it was past 11:30.

For the New Year's Eve agreed to tonight, it seems destined that no one will come.

Wait, it's not time yet.Klein thought so.

Of course, he also knew that divination was the easiest way to confirm. As long as he climbed into the gray mist and held the ball of light, he would naturally get an accurate answer with the pendulum method.

But he subconsciously avoided doing so.

It's been three days, and Esther hasn't prayed to "The Fool". Her new claw knife is still lying in the dusty pile of gray mist, and she hasn't had time to name it.

The water in the pot boiled, and the bubbles kept rising. The soft-skinned dumplings were pushed into the water and swirled in bursts of rising heat, making Klein's vision blurred. Fortunately, he took off his glasses a long time ago.

Eleven forty-three.

Klein was sitting alone in the living room. A second set of knives and forks was solemnly arranged on the opposite side. There were two plates on the table. The dumplings inside were all steaming. white vinegar.

Klein picked up his goblet and poured the champagne purchased along with the ingredients into it.

"Happy New Years, Esther."

He turned the fork in his hand, picked up a piece of dumpling stuffed with pork and taro, dipped it in a little white vinegar, and brought it to his mouth.

Esther didn't lie to me.Klein thought so, although it was strange, the taste was okay.

I don't know if the white vinegar is a bit too sour, it's so sour that it makes people feel astringent.

Klein put down his fork, looked at the empty seat across the table, smiled and sighed:

"Liar."

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