Chapter 263: Straws

Where Inz Zangwill disappeared, the light suddenly disappeared, and it was stained with the richest and deepest darkness.

In the darkness, there is the sound of singing poetry, which is peaceful and lulls people to sleep. Even the countless pale arms that are constantly grasping under the dark water become slow and no longer crazy, as if they have obtained the salvation of the soul.

In such a "dark night", a figure came out, it was Ince Zangwill who had just been dragged into the spirit world.

Compared with before, he lost the soft hat on his head, the clothes on his left shoulder were torn, a piece of flesh was torn off abruptly, and pale yellow pus bubbles gurgled out one after another.

His eyes were no longer indifferent, they were full of pain, as if he was enduring torture that others could not imagine.

"0-08" this quill continues to write:

"Some people are sorry, some people are glad that Ince Zangwill has an 'evil god umbilical cord', which came from the baby in Megose's womb, from the 'true creator'. By using the 'umbilical cord', he successfully got rid of it. Imprisoned by unknown existence, he forcibly returned to the real world, but he also completely lost that magical item, and will bear the resentment that the heir of the evil god could not be born in a short time.

"This makes his strength like some items in a department store when the season changes, only 55% of the original, well, this number is very accurate."

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On a street deep in the Eastern District.

The old Kohler hurried back to the rented apartment with the ham in the paper bag.

He looked around vigilantly, afraid that those hungry guys with wolf-like eyes would pounce on him and snatch his "New Year's gift".

When he was still in the countryside, he had seen wolves before, but he didn't expect that he could still experience that familiar feeling in Backlund.

"It's still too expensive, so I can only buy one with someone and cut it into several pieces... This is enough for my New Year's holiday. Every meal can have two slices, three slices, no, at least five slices of ham , I can cut some off, and cook soup with potatoes, without even adding salt..." Thinking of this, the old Kohler looked at the ham in his arms, and looked at the red meat mixed with a lot of white, his throat couldn't help wriggling After a while, he swallowed his saliva.

As he walked, he felt that the surrounding fog had thickened a lot. The still clear church bell tower in the distance was gradually engulfed by the mixed colors of pale yellow and iron black. Blurred shadows.

The old Kohler felt instantly forgotten by the world, and raised his palm to cover his mouth and nose.

"Why does the fog smell so bad today?" He muttered and quickened his pace.

One step, two steps, three steps, the old Kohler felt his face was burning, and his forehead seemed to be burning.

His chest tightened, his throat felt uncomfortable, and he soon had symptoms of difficulty breathing.

"Are you sick? Damn, I still want to have a good new year, and now I can only send my savings to the clinic and send it to the hospital... No, maybe I can just sleep, just cover me with my quilt and sleep It's gone!" Old Kohler murmured silently, his head getting hotter and hotter, and he became more and more confused.

He, He, He, he heard his hard panting, his hands softened, and the paper bag containing the ham fell heavily to the ground.

Old Kohler subconsciously squatted down to pick it up, but fell there.

He held down the bag of ham and tried hard to put it in his arms.

At this moment, he felt that thick phlegm was surging up and blocking his throat, so he fought hard and made a sound like a bellows being pulled.

thump! Old Kohler began to blur his vision and saw someone who fell down and was out of breath a few steps away. He was about the same age as him, also in his fifties, with gray temples.

Suddenly, he had a clear understanding and knew that he was about to die.

It reminded him of his own wife and children, who, in the same way, were suddenly stricken with the plague and died soon after.

This reminded him of the time when he was hospitalized due to illness. The patients in the same room could still laugh and chat that night, but they were sent to the morgue in the early morning.

This reminded him of the friends he knew when he was a homeless person. After a winter passed, many of them disappeared, and were finally found frozen in bridge holes or street corners where they could shelter from the wind, and a small number of people died because of the sudden access to food.

This reminded him of the time when he was a good worker, and the neighbors in the block would die so suddenly. Some of them died of headaches and convulsions, some accidentally fell into the molten steel just out of the furnace, and some had bone pain all over their bodies. They died of swelling, and some even fell silently in the factory, batch after batch.

This reminded him of what he heard a drunk man say in a bar when he was inquiring about the news. He said:

"People like us are like stalks in the field. When the wind blows, they will fall down. Even if there is no wind, they may fall down"...

The wind is coming... The old Kohler suddenly had such a thought.

While holding the paper bag containing the ham tightly, he reached out and fumbled for the pocket of the old jacket, trying to take out the crumpled cigarette that he had been reluctant to smoke.

What he couldn't understand was why he, who was in good health, would suddenly get sick. It was not like he had never experienced such a dense fog.

What he couldn't understand was that his life was just on the right track, developing in a good enough direction, and he had received the early payment from Detective Moriarty, bought a piece of ham that he had been thinking about for a long time to welcome the New Year, and was looking forward to Taste its delicacy, why suddenly fell down.

Old Kohler took out the crumpled cigarette, but he could no longer raise his arm, and hit the ground heavily.

He exhausted his last strength and wanted to shout out the words accumulated in his heart, but he could only let the weak words linger on his lips, unable to come out.

He heard his last words.

He heard himself asking:

"why?"

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In an apartment on the edge of the East District.

Liv hung up the last laundry to dry.

She looked at the sky outside, and was a little uncertain about the time because of the thick fog that didn't know when.

"Anyway, it's still early, and our washing work has been completed..." Liv's expression gradually became serious.

Finishing work too early is not a good thing, it doesn't mean you can rest, it just means you are underemployed and underpaid.

Liv took a breath, turned around and wiped her hands beside her, and said to her eldest daughter, Freya, who was looking at the vocabulary book in the next room:

"New Year's is approaching. Most of our employers left Backlund and went to other places for vacation. We can't go on like this. We have to find new jobs."

She said as she walked towards the door:

"During such a festival, those rich people will hold one banquet after another. Their servants may not be enough, and they may hire a temporary kitchen cleaning lady. I plan to ask, Freya, are you staying Home, pick up Daisy when it's time, we need income, and those bitch thieves, robbers, human traffickers need income to start the new year."

In the East End, every woman who does not enter the factories wants to

To survive, there must be one of craftsmanship or pungentness.

Freya replied briskly:

"OK."

Her mind has drifted to the small table and word book next door.

Just as Liv opened the door, she suddenly staggered and fell to the ground.

Cough cough cough! She coughed violently, her face was flushed, and every joint in her body was sore and unbearable.

Freya ran over in panic, squatted down:

"Mom, what's the matter with you? Mom, what's the matter with you?"

"No, ahem, I have no problem." Liv's breathing gradually became difficult.

"No, you're sick, you're sick! I'll take you to the hospital right away!" Freya tried her best to help her mother up.

"It's too expensive, too expensive, cough, go, charity hospital, charity hospital, I can wait, no, no big problem." Liv replied panting.

Freya shed tears, and her vision quickly blurred.

At this moment, she felt her lungs burning, her body collapsed, and even Liv fell to the ground again.

"Freya, what's wrong with you? Cough cough, you are sick too?" Liv shouted anxiously, "The money is here, cough, it is blocked by the cabinet, cough, in the hole in the wall, you, hurry, go to the hospital ! Find a good, good doctor!"

Freya wanted to say something, but she couldn't make a sound. She squinted up and saw the door next door.

That was their bedroom, with their bunk beds, her favorite small table and word book.

Her body twitched suddenly.

Liv's cough stopped abruptly.

In the public elementary school on the edge of the East District, the fog is not too thick, but many students have already started coughing.

The teacher on duty was trained and immediately ordered:

"Quick, go to church, go to the next church!"

Daisy stood up in panic and ran to the church next to the school with the crowd.

Suddenly, her heart skipped a beat, and she felt a sense of panic about losing something important.

...Mom...Freya...Daisy turned her head suddenly, trying to rush home against the crowd.

However, she was stopped, she was grabbed by the teachers and dragged by force to the church.

Daisy struggled with all her strength, and cried out heart-piercingly:

"Mom! Freya!"

"Mom! Freya!"

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In the East District, in the Docklands, and in the factory districts, those who are old or have hidden diseases are like felled trees, falling one after another in the mist, and those who touch them at this time are infected with the plague and die quickly. Fairly able-bodied adults and children also experienced mild discomfort.

In their eyes, the mist mixed with light yellow and iron black is like the descending "Grim Reaper".

On the Tuesday of the last week of 1349, there was a heavy smog in Backlund.

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In the corner of the hall, Klein clung to the stone wall to prevent himself from being discovered by Mr. A.

Soon, he heard muffled groans and smelled the smell of flesh and blood.

"Give up your life for the coming of the Lord." Mr. A's voice suddenly sounded.

Plop, plop, the sound of the figure falling heavily reached Klein's ears, and strong spiritual fluctuations emerged and echoed continuously.

Mr. A sacrificed his four attendants? As soon as Klein had this thought, he heard phantom crying sounds. Some people were calling for mother, some were coughing violently, and some were groaning in pain.

As a half-expert in occultism, Klein seemed to see a series of illusory and transparent figures with unwilling resentment turning into illusory and transparent figures, entering the ceremony one after another, while the numbness, despair, pain, resentment and other depression accumulated in the factory area, dock area and east area for many years Emotions also flooded in.

Has it officially started yet? Klein closed his eyes, pressed his back against the wall, clenched his right hand violently, and loosened it again.

For him, the best choice at this time is to sneak out of the hall and escape into the distance while Mr. A is concentrating on the ceremony.

His right hand was loose and tight, tight and loose, many times in a row.

Seven or eight seconds later, Klein opened his eyes, and the corners of his mouth turned up flamboyantly.

He reached out to hold the revolver, turned around abruptly, and rushed out.

Wearing a black double-breasted frock coat, he raised his right hand and aimed at the altar.