Where Ince Zangwill disappeared, the light suddenly disappeared, and was stained with the thickest and deepest darkness.

In the darkness, the sound of singing poetry came out, which was quiet and inspiring, and even the countless pale arms that were constantly clutching under the dark water surface became slow and no longer crazy, as if they had 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 to before, he had lost the soft hat on his head, and his left shoulder was torn off a piece of flesh, and pale yellow pustules were gurgling out one after another.

His eyes were no longer indifferent, they were full of pain, as if he was suffering from a torture that no one else could imagine.

The quill "0-08" continues:

"Some people regret it, some people are glad that Ince Zangewell has an 'evil god umbilical cord' on his body, which comes from the baby in Megoos's womb, from the 'true creator', through the use of the 'umbilical cord', he successfully escaped the confinement of unknown existence and forcibly returned to the real world, but he also completely lost that magical item, and will suffer the resentment of the evil god heir who cannot be born in a short time.

"This makes him as strong as some of the items in a department store when the seasons change, and it's only 55 percent, well, that's a very accurate number. ”

............

On a street deep in the East End.

Old Kohler hurried back to his rented apartment with the ham in a paper bag.

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

When he was still in the country, he had seen wolves, but he didn't expect to experience that familiar feeling in Beckland.

"It's still too expensive, so I can only buy one in partnership with someone and sawn it into several parts...... That's enough for me to eat during the New Year's holiday, and I can have two, three, no, at least five slices of ham meat for every meal, and I can cut some of them down and stew them with potatoes without even putting salt......" Thinking of this, old Kohler looked at the ham in his arms, looking at the red meat mixed with a lot of white, his throat couldn't help but squirm, and swallowed his saliva.

As he walked, he felt that the fog around him was much thicker, and the church bell tower, which was still quite clear in the distance, was gradually swallowed up by the mixed colors of pale yellow and iron black, and even the pedestrians around him, more than ten steps, only a vague shadow remained.

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

"Why does the fog smell so bad today?" he muttered, picking up his pace.

One step, two steps, three steps, old Kohler felt his face burn, and his forehead seemed to burn.

His chest tightened, his throat was uncomfortable, and he soon had difficulty breathing.

"Sick? Damn, I still want to have a good New Year, and now I can only send my savings to the clinic to the hospital...... No, maybe it's good to get some sleep, just put on my quilt and sleep!" Old Kohler muttered to himself, his head getting hotter and hotter, more and more confused.

Lotus, lotus, lotus, he heard his own gasps in difficulty, his hands went limp, 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 struggled to collect it in his arms.

At this moment, he thought that there was thick phlegm rising up and blocking his throat, so he fought hard and made a sound like a bellows pulling.

Old Kohler began to blur his vision and saw someone a few paces away who had also fallen, out of breath, about his age, in his fifties, with gray sideburns.

Suddenly, he had the realization that he was about to die.

It reminded him of his wife and children, who were also the same, who suddenly contracted the plague and died soon after.

It reminded him of the time when he was hospitalized for illness, when the patients in the same room could laugh and talk that night, and by the early morning they had been taken to the morgue.

It reminded him of the friends he had made when he was a homeless man, and after a winter, they disappeared a lot, and eventually they were found stiffly in a bridge hole or on a sheltered street corner, and a small number of people died from the sudden availability of food.

It reminded him of the time when he was a good worker, and the neighbors in the neighborhood would die so suddenly, some of them died of headaches and convulsions, some accidentally fell into the freshly baked molten steel, some of them had bone pain all over their bodies, they were swollen and died, and some even fell silently in the factory, batch after batch.

It reminded him of the words he had heard from a drunkard in a bar when he was inquiring about the news, and he said:

"People like us are like straw in the ground, when the wind blows, they will fall, and even if there is no wind, they may fall themselves"......

The wind is coming...... Old Kohler flashed through his thoughts.

He clutched the paper bag of ham as he reached for the pocket of his old jacket to pull out the crumpled cigarette that he had been reluctant to smoke.

What he couldn't understand was why he suddenly became ill when he was in good health, and it was not like he had never experienced such a thick fog.

What he couldn't understand was that his life had just been on the right track, developing in a good enough direction, and he had been paid in advance by Detective Moriarty, and had 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 tasting its deliciousness, but why he suddenly collapsed.

Old Kohler pulled out the crumpled cigarette, but his arm could no longer lift it, and it slammed into the ground.

He used his last strength to shout out the words that had accumulated in his heart, but he could only let the weak words linger in his mouth, unable to come out.

He heard his last words.

He heard himself asking:

"Why?"

............

Inside an apartment on the edge of the East End.

Liv hung up the last piece of laundry and waited to dry.

She looked at the sky outside, and was a little unsure of the time of the fog that had become thick at some point.

"Anyway, it's still early, and we've done all the pulping work......" Liv's expression grew heavy.

Finishing the work too early is not a good thing, it does not mean that you can rest, it only indicates that you do not start your work well and your income is insufficient.

Liv took a breath, turned to the side and wiped her hands, and looked straight at her eldest daughter Freya in the next room:

"It's almost New Year, most of our employers have left Beckland for a vacation somewhere else, and we can't go on like this, we have to find new jobs. ”

She said as she walked to the door:

"In such a festival, the rich people will hold one feast after another, and they may not have enough servants, and they may hire temporary kitchen cleaning women, and I am going to ask, Freya, you stay at home, and when the time comes, you will pick up Daisy, we need income, and those bitch thieves, robbers, human traffickers also need income to welcome the New Year. ”

In the East End, every woman who does not enter the factory must have one of the skills or the spicy to survive.

Freya replied briskly:

"Okay. ”

Her mind had drifted to the small table and vocabulary book next door.

As soon as Liv opened the door, she stumbled and fell to the ground.

She coughed violently, her face flushed, and every joint on her body ached.

Freya ran over in a panic and crouched down:

"Mom, what's wrong with you? Mom, what's wrong with you?"

"No, ahem, I don't have a problem. Liv's breathing was getting harder.

"No, you're sick, you're sick! I'll take you to the hospital at once!" Freya struggled to pick up her mother.

"It's too expensive, it's too expensive, cough, go, charity hospital, charity hospital, I can wait, no, it's not a big problem. Liv replied gasping.

Freya burst into tears, her vision blurring rapidly.

At that moment, she felt her lungs burn, her body went limp, and Liv fell to the ground again.

"Freya, what's wrong with you? ahem, you're sick too?" Liv shouted anxiously, "The money is there, ahem, it's in the closet, ahem, it's in the hole in the wall, you, hurry, get to the hospital!

Freya tried to say something, but couldn't make a sound, and her eyes slanted upwards to the door next door.

It was their bedroom, with their bunk beds, a small table and a vocabulary book that she loved.

Her body twitched suddenly.

Liv's cough came to an abrupt halt.

In the public elementary school on the edge of the East End, the fog is not yet thick, but many students are already coughing.

The teacher on duty was trained and immediately instructed:

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

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

Suddenly, she felt a palpitation and a sense of panic about the loss of something important.

...... Mom...... Freya ...... Daisy turned her head sharply, trying to buck the crowd and rush home.

However, she was stopped, and she was caught by the teachers and forcibly dragged towards the church.

Daisy struggled and cried out in a heart-rending voice:

"Mom!

"Mom!

......

In the East End, in the docks, in the factory area, those who were either old or suffering from hidden diseases fell one after another in the fog like felled trees, and those who came into contact with them at this time contracted the plague and died quickly, and the adults and children who were still relatively healthy also felt slightly unwell.

In their eyes, the pale yellow and iron-black mist was like a "god of death" descending on them.

On Tuesday of the last week of 1349, the Great Smog of Beckland.

............

In the corner of the hall, Crane clings to the stone wall, keeping himself from being discovered by Mr. A.

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

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

Plop, plop, the heavy movement of the figure falling into Crane's ears was heard, and strong spiritual fluctuations emerged, constantly reverberating.

Mr. A sacrificed his four attendants?Klein had just thought of this when he heard the sound of unreal cascading cries, some calling for his mother, some coughing violently, and some moaning in pain.

As half an occult expert, Klein seemed to see a series of unwilling resentments turn into illusory and transparent figures, one after another entering the ceremony, and the pent-up emotions such as numbness, despair, pain, and resentment that had been deposited for many years in the factory area, dock area, and eastern area also came flooding in.

Klein closed his eyes, his back to the wall, his right hand clenched violently and released again.

For him, the best option at this time was to sneak out of the hall and run away while Mr. A was focused on the ceremony.

His right hand loosened and tightened, tightened and loosened, many times in a row.

Seven or eight seconds later, Crane opened his eyes, the corners of his mouth upturned in pomp.

He reached out and grabbed the revolver, turned sharply, and rushed out.

Dressed in a long black double-breasted gown, he raised his right hand and aimed at the altar.