How so?

Gu Jun's mind seemed to have exploded, and a large mass of mixed thoughts was frantically entangled, making his heart ache.

How could the contents of this caretaker's diary change with it, didn't the contents on it take place in the alien world a long time ago?

This is a reward given by the system, and this power is not known to the Afterlife Society and the Lalleye Order, which is also where his variables lie......

Could it be that time and space are out of order here? Could it be that what happened here could change the past?

"Gu Jun!" Wu Shiyu hurriedly ran over and shook him, "Stop, I see that your spirit has been affected, stop!" ”

Is that so? Gu Jun pressed his head with one hand, but he knew that this was not simple, otherwise there would be no change in the diary......

"I'll open a door and try it." Wu Shiyu wanted to take the long knife in his hand, "Look what it is?" ”

"No, no......" Gu Jun stopped her, her own spirit should also be affected, "If I am affected, you can't also suffer, one of us must remain normal, otherwise it may be completely chaotic...... Confusion ......"

"What the hell do you see?" Wu Shiyu asked, "Can't you say it?" ”

Gu Jun looked at her, and suddenly a trace of uneasiness emerged, and her figure seemed to be a little blurry.

Her tone was a little unfamiliar. Is she really Wu Shiyu? Will it be from the moment you walk into this old house, or when, that will it just be an illusion? Is it something else? Are they already separated? I always feel that the salty rain will not be so positive......

Or is it because of my paranoia of victimization? Is that so?

"It's nothing ......," Gu Jun said hoarsely, "Let's go up to the third floor and have a look." "Maybe, maybe Uncle Dog is hiding up there?

He took the kerosene lamp in her hand, carried the long knife, and walked to the side of the stairs, keeping an eye out of his eyes for the figure following him. always felt that her expression was too plain, her words were too ordinary, but her eyes were too sharp, she was not like Wu Shiyu......

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"Nothing." He said this again, and walked the dilapidated staircase with a high spirit, and stepped onto the third floor of the old mansion.

As you can see from the outside, the third floor of the house is a large attic-like structure, with less than half of the first and second floors, and a pitched roof above it. He lifted the kerosene lamp and shone it, and the roof beams were covered with cobwebs, and then looked around, and the ground was littered with debris.

Medical books with different covers, moldy glass test tubes, tattered documents......

The lights shone again, and the surrounding walls seemed to be painted with strange pictures.

"Shi Yu, can you see those paintings?" Gu Jun asked in a deep voice, seeing that kind of giant bat, the same as those on the wall of Chen Fade's cave; There are also broken corpses, twisted trees, majestic peaks, and there seems to be a desert island painted there, and there is a house on the island......

"You can see it, it's a strange feeling." Wu Shiyu nodded.

The more Gu Jun looked at her, the more he felt that something was wrong, not like, really not like.

Or is my spirit wrong...... He gritted his teeth, put the kerosene lamp on a small wooden table next to him, and took the Carlop scalpel from his medical bag and held it, trying to purify his mind and sober up, but there were some other vision fragments looming in front of him.

Then he noticed an earthy yellow envelope on the wooden table, which sounded familiar to him.

The letter sent to Mr. Garder, another reward for the quest for dissecting the ghoul......

"Is that the one?" Putting down the long knife first, Gu Jun picked up the letter and looked at it, although the envelope was old and covered with a layer of dust, the handwriting on it was still clearly visible.

[Attn: Shoples-Gaard.]

From: Zodi Usham, mailing address: National Capital-Kalop College]

Not that one, the sender of that letter is an "old friend" and has no address......

From Carlop College? Gu Jun took out the only piece of letter paper inside from the envelope that had been torn, half a page full of foreign texts on it, his eyes swept and he read it quickly.

"You've been accepted to our school...... The new school year will begin on September 1......"

"Galde, you have a good talent and it shouldn't be wasted. Coming to the academy will be a new beginning, there will be challenges, but you will face it with new friends. ”

This is...... Teacher Usamu's handwritten letter of persuasion to Gard was solemn but encouraging and relieved, and he seemed to know Garde's hesitation.

But it seems that it was also written in the warden's diary, and in the end Gard did not go.

Why? Gu Jun's head hurt even more, he felt something, and opened the letter in his mind and looked at it......

A blank suddenly came to his heart, changed, and changed, and the letter sent by the "old friend" became the one in his hand.

"A letter", can this letter be changed......

How so? He breathed deeply, as if triggered by the letter, was it Garde's mood...... Hesitant, hesitant, not wanting to plunge into that new environment, entering Carlop meant a lot, like the expectations of the folks, expecting their Mr. Gard to make a name for themselves there......

Let the towns talk about it, the Gard of the town of Vausan.

But Kalopp's competition is too fierce, too many geniuses, he is not that good, he knows that he is not that good......

But the folks don't know that not going to Carlop could be for other reasons.

It's a pity. Galde, they'll say, was a waste of talent.

But he wouldn't say that Garde turned out to be just a mediocre talent.

"Ah......" Gu Jun threw away the letter, but the severe headache was still entangled. In the end, Gald did not go to Carlop College, he wanted to go his own way, he began to study medicine on his own, studied the occult, but he always failed and never got nothing......

On the other hand, Gelder walks through the countryside and always hears about Carlopp. Because whether it's the drunkard in the tavern, the farmer in the field, or the gentry at the banquet, everyone is keen to talk about the Carlop Academy, about the dazzling new stars.

Son of Iron, by Lelore Langton......

Genius, everyone says, is the genius who has been ranked first since the founding of the school, the son of iron favored by the goddess of life......

"Sons of Iron." Gu Jun muttered, feeling a complicated disgust, unwilling to think about it, but remembering it from time to time.

That's what Gard wanted to be but could never be.

Strong Langton, genius Langton, dazzling Langton.

Cowardly Galde, mediocre Galde, humble Galde.

Got the misfortune of being infected with the plague and soon to become a filthy and abominable ghoul.

It was in this house that he made up a dream for himself in which he was no longer Gald, he was Langton, he was someone else.

Galde is someone else, and this plague is the creation of Galde's paganism, because they want to create an even more terrible plague, to create dead skins who are more terrible than ghouls, to wreak havoc on this whole world, all the worlds, to defeat Langton, to change everything that is established......

But it's a dream, it's all a dream.

Hegald is still trapped here, in this house.

"Ahh Gu Jun pressed his sore head with both hands, "Fake, I know fake, I'm Gu Jun......"

At this time, the flickering light of the kerosene lamp illuminated a strange figure in front of it, and the unfamiliar face looked haggard, strange, and sickly, and the incongruously protruding cheekbones, gums, and mandibles indicated that it was transforming into a ghoul.

"Don't move!" Gu Jun exclaimed in surprise, copied the long knife on the table next to him and raised it...... Suddenly, he saw that the figure also wielded the same long knife.

The light flickered, and he saw that there was a copper-framed floor-to-ceiling glass mirror, and the figure was the mirror image in the mirror, and it was him.

And around him, there was no other figure, no Wu Shiyu or anyone.

Said the robot Vali

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