The drunkard burped and spat out the wine, the corners of his mouth raised, his face ruddy, and a smile in his eyes.

"Where's the monster? It's all nonsense...... Who can you fool? ”

He rubbed his eyes, yawned, and looked at the streetlights.

"What's going on today? The street lights are all off......"

The drunk sat down on the ground, feeling a little sleepy, and lay down.

A gust of wind blew, and most of his wine was dispersed.

There seemed to be a chant from a distant place in his ears.

The drunk slapped his face and roared, "Who is singing?" What kind of song do you sing at night? And let no one else sleep? ”

His voice was surprisingly loud, and Wang Feng was also bored when he heard the sound and got up from the bed, walked to the window to check on the yelling drunkard.

The drunken man could still hear the chanting, so in a fit of rage, he threw the bottle in his hand to the ground and shouted, "Fuck! Is there a heavenly principle? If I don't tell you, don't sing anymore, what else will I sing? ”

The surrounding occupants almost all woke up from their sleep, opened their windows, and looked at the drunken man.

"Don't get drunk here, and don't let people sleep?"

One of the residents finally couldn't hold back and cursed.

The drunkard was on fire, pointed at the inhabitant and said, "Can't you hear someone singing?" I'm stopping him. Are you in league with that guy? ”

"We didn't hear anyone singing, we just heard you screaming here...... If you are drunk, go away and play tricks...... Don't go wild here. ”

The rest of the residents spoke up.

"Singing...... Every time something happens, there will be a chant in his ears......" Wang Feng couldn't help but feel nervous when he heard what the drunk man said.

"If he sings from his mouth, will it be chanting?"

He suddenly had a very strong sense of crisis.

Wang Feng hurriedly leaned down to the window, but the drunk man had disappeared.

"What about people?"

The other residents were also curious about how the drunk had suddenly disappeared, but most of them felt glad that they immediately closed the window and fell asleep.

"Maybe that guy is gone......" Wang Feng looked at the scolding residents, thinking that it was a drunk who was scolded by the residents, so he stopped thinking about closing the window and lay down on the bed.

When I opened my eyes again, I found that it was already noon.

Wang Feng hurriedly got dressed and went to the bathroom to wash up, and then came to the living room, where Faust was sitting on the sofa with a newspaper in his hand.

"You woke up a little late, didn't you sleep well?"

Faust put down the newspaper in his hand, and then looked at Wang Feng: "Is it because of that drunk man last night?" ”

"Did you hear that drunk going crazy there?"

Faust shook his head: "No...... I slept so hard last night that I didn't hear anything, but when I woke up this morning, I heard almost all the neighbors talking about it, and your clothes had the dust from the windowsill, and I guess you leaned down in front of the window last night to watch it...... If it's a normal rest, then you definitely wouldn't wake up so late, so surely you slept late last night...... So why do you sleep late? Most likely

It's the drunk man who yelled yesterday, because many people have dark circles under his eyes because of him. ”

Faust's reasoning, while plausible and plausible, is not at all accurate.

He glanced at Wang Feng and then said, "Of course, there is another possibility, that is, you have insomnia." ”

Wang Feng didn't refute and slapped his butt on the sofa: "The drunk man said yesterday that the singing he heard was ......"

"You believe what that guy says when he's drunk......

"But drunk and spit out the truth......"

Faust looked at Wang Feng with a suspicious expression, he really didn't understand what Wang Feng's purpose was in saying these words to himself.

What do you mean by that? Could it be that the guy actually heard the singing? ”

Wang Feng frowned, as if he was thinking about something.

He nodded: "You said before that you could hear the chant every time something happened...... I wondered if this chant was just a song. That drunk guy has probably been eaten by that monster, right? ”

Faust didn't speak, and only after a while did he speak slowly: "I'll tell you about Arkham......"

"Hmm!"

Faust begins to tell about all the strange things he encounters in Arkham.

The bizarre events that took place at that time attracted Faust's attention, and all the fingers seemed to point to one place, and that was Arkham.

Faust knew in his heart that all this might be a trap for Moritia.

He's back in Arkham, the dark and ruined ominous aura, and the silent passing bats? What's even more terrifying is that it's even dirtier than before.

He walked slowly through the dilapidated streets of Arkham by the light of the moon, and a musty chill came over him, and Faust trembled and was a little frightened.

He quickened his pace in a daze, and stumbled up a white path that stretched in both directions, and came to a great castle.

Arkham's buildings are relatively low, and this castle is particularly bizarre and incompatible with the whole of Arkham.

Faust hesitated for a moment and finally decided to go inside, and the moment he pushed the door open, all the darkness opened its mouth like a beast and swallowed him.

Faust was a little overwhelmed by the sudden darkness that fell on him, and after climbing up the hollow in the cliff of the tower, and after experiencing seemingly never-ending terror and darkness that he could not reach, he suddenly felt a solid touch above his head.

He freed up his hand in the darkness and tried what stood in his way, and found that the stone could not be shaken at all, so he began to grasp everything that could be clinged to the wet wall, groped around the tower, and finally found a place where the barrier could be opened, and then climbed up, risking his hands to push the starting board or some door? There was no light on it, and when he reached for it, he realized that the climb was over.

The slate is a trapdoor with a hole, and behind the hole is a larger horizontal space than a tower, and below, there is no doubt that here is the floor leading to somewhere.

Faust carefully crept through the holes, trying his best not to return the heavy stone door to its place, but in the end he failed, and he lay on the ground exhausted, listening at night to the strange echo of the stone door falling back to its original position, hoping to pry it again if necessary

Open.

At this moment, his consciousness was extremely blurred, he didn't even know how he got to this place, everything was like a dream, at this moment he had climbed to a very high position, the height was far beyond his budget.

At this moment, his hand actually touched a door, which was mounted on a stone frame, and the side of the stone frame was very rough, and he pushed the door and found that the door was locked.

Faust then drew the door inwards with great difficulty, and in the process of opening it again he had a kind of ecstasy that he had never felt before, and the full moon sloped silently through an iron fence from a short stone staircase leading to another stone door.

At this moment, he felt that he had reached the very top of the castle, so he began to run to the door, the steps behind, but at this moment, the dark clouds suddenly obscured the moon.

After Faust stumbled, he had to grope his way slowly in the dark, until he found the door, it was still dark, he tried and tried carefully, and found that the door was not locked, but Faust did not open it at the moment, because he was afraid that he would fall from the height he had climbed all the way up.

At this moment, the moon came out again, and the most shocking impact was that unexpectedly unfathomable and incredibly weird.

He felt that no fear he had experienced before could compare to the sight he had seen and the strangeness it contained in this moment.

The monotonous sight in front of me was stunning.

At such a dizzying height, when viewed from the level of the fence gates, one could see not a dazzling treetops, but a solid ground of all colors, everywhere, with layers of marble slabs and columns shrouded in the shadow of the castle.

And the steeple, which had long since been damaged, glowed with a supernatural glow in the moonlight.

Faust was already distracted, he didn't know whether his actions were crazy dreams or obsessions, but he resolutely went to see it at all costs.

Although I resisted in my heart, I don't know why my body moved involuntarily.

For a moment, she didn't know who she was. What is it? He didn't even know where he was, but as he continued to stumble along, he suddenly had a terrible memory that had been hidden for a long time.

It was this memory that made him act here and now.

Faust walked through an archway out of the area of marble slabs and columns, and walked aimlessly in the open field, sometimes following the visible path, sometimes curiously leaving the road and walking up and down the meadow.

Only the occasional ruin appeared in the meadow, telling him that it was a forgotten road.

Everything began to happen, drastically changing, and the castle he entered was clearly another world, and he swam across a rushing river, and judging by the collapsed and mossy masonry on both sides of the river, there used to be a bridge here, but it had disappeared a long time ago.

It was about two hours before he arrived in a tree-lined park, and at this moment he had already determined that the castle he was in was another world.

There is a castle covered with green vines in the park, which looks very familiar but full of incomprehensible strangeness.

The moat has been silted up, and some of the well-known towers have collapsed.