The placard reads:

"Welcome to Viren!"

Berryman looked at the placard for a long time, he never imagined that he would come to the legendary city that disappeared.

He remembered a conversation with the mentally ill Ally.

When he asked Ally where he had gone since his disappearance, Ally told him that he had come to Viren.

He asked where Viren was, and Arri replied that it was in a dream.

Is this really a dream? Berryman only remembers opening a door and leaving the house to be here.

If the missing had come here, they might have been able to be found here.

The path leads into a small wooden house with a small chimney on the triangular roof, which looks like a house in a fairy tale, and it is very cozy.

Berryman walked to the door of the house, and looked out the window to see that it was blazing, and he wondered if anyone would live here.

"Knock knock." He knocked on the door.

Five seconds later, no one answered, and when he tried to knock again, the door opened, and the warm light of the fire overflowed.

As soon as I entered the house, I saw an old woman sitting in front of a warm fireplace with her back to her, lazily lying in a rocking chair with a red printed blanket on her legs.

Under the windowsill is a red sandalwood table with three lit white candles inserted into silver candlesticks, and on the other side of the wall are two bookcases, also made of red sandalwood, carved with delicate and simple patterns.

"Grandma, is this Viren?" Berryman asked.

The old woman swayed back and forth with the rocking chair, she wore a blue knitted hat, she did not speak, she just stretched out her shriveled hand and pointed to the table under the windowsill, and she had a silver-rimmed jade ring on her finger.

Berry Man walked over to the table, where he saw a thick book open, and a black quill and inktable beside it.

He looked at the book, which was full of names and dates, and to his surprise, he found Rosen's name on it, and not only that, but also the names of the missing people.

Berryman observes Rosen's date, which is exactly a week before he discovers that Rosen is missing, and that is when Rosen arrives. The other missing persons were also dated the week before they were found.

After finding Lawson in the warehouse, he hadn't seen him for more than half a month, and Lawson's whole person had changed a lot and became very weird.

Perhaps investigating Viren, who arrived after Rosen's disappearance, would make him understand why he had become like that, Berryman thought to himself.

The notebook on the table was supposed to be a log book of visits to Viren. If so, then this room is the reception, and the old lady is also the receptionist?

Berryman understood what the old lady meant, and he took the black pen, which looked like a crow's feather, dipped it in ink, and wrote his name and today's date in the notebook.

As he registered, the old woman turned her head to look at him, and both of her eyes seemed to have cataracts, and her cloudy eyes were as gray as her hair, and I didn't know if she could see it, her face was full of age spots, and it was wrinkled.

"Grandma, all right. What's next? Berryman asked.

The old lady didn't say a word, too, and pointed to the quaint box under the bookcase.

Berryman opened the box, and there was his favorite thing inside—a camera.

This camera is like a beautiful brown and red wooden box, it is carved with patterns, and you can clearly feel the concave and convex sensation from the patterns when you stroke your index finger, this is a very retro camera.

On the front of the camera is a nightmare eye, it is alive, looking around mischievously like a child's eye, and even a little cute.

Berryman couldn't put it down, and he tried to photograph the inside of the house.

"Smack!" The Nightmare Eye blinked a flash of light and then closed, brighter and louder than the usual camera flash.

There was a mechanical "babbling" sound from the camera, and a year-old photo was printed out of the gap below, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw the photo, and he thought that this antique camera could only print black and white photos.

"Is this for me?" Berryman asked.

"Giggle......" the old lady laughed, and the laughter sounded as muffled and hoarse as the sound of opening an old wooden door.

"What's next?" Berryman wears the camera around his neck.

To the right of the old lady is a door with the eye of nightmares.

Berryman knew it was time to enter Viren.

He thanked the old woman and pushed open the door to the dream.

When he was gone, the old woman was still lying in a rocking chair, waiting for the next dreamer.

After Berryman walked through the door of the dream, he came directly to a retro and magnificent bridge, and a cold wind blew, making him shiver incessantly.

The bridge is more than ten meters wide, and it seems that it has just rained, and the low-lying stone bricks are full of rainwater. The bridge was lined with luxurious carriages, all black and with gold inscriptions outlining their nobility, which looked like the carriages of dukes, except that there were no horses and the glass windows were broken.

The railings on both sides are made of dark brown stone, and a pair of square pillars are connected every ten meters, and it is topped by a church-like triangular roof.

Interestingly, there are two rows of strangely shaped stone sculptures on both sides, which are kneeling devotees, all praying towards the middle of the bridge road.

The believer is like holding an umbrella, holding a street lamp in his hand, which is an oil lamp, it is on, and the dim light attracts many flying insects.

Walking on the bridge, there is a feeling of a king being crowned, because all the statues are paying homage to themselves.

At the other end of the bridge is a mountain town, which in the distance looks like a dense needle mountain, with towering buildings and sharp triangular roofs, like the minarets of churches.

Every brick and tile, grass and tree here has a feeling of returning to the Victorian era.

The wind on the bridge whined, blowing Berryman's clothes, it was so cold here that he had to hold his body and shrink his head, so that it might be warmer, and the heat he exhaled was like smoke spitting out, but it was quickly blown away by the wind.

Along the majestic bridge, Berryman's tiny figure walked towards the mountain city, and Viren's tall iron gate was open, waiting for him to come with open arms on the other side of the bridge.

Upon entering the gates of Viren, you are greeted by a dark street, lined with dilapidated residential houses, some of the windows with broken glass, and some strange bugs crawling in and out of the cracks in the brick walls.

The buildings of the streets are crowded together, the roads lead in all directions, and when you look up, you can't tell how many blocks you are in, and it's easy to get lost.

The streets were filthy, as if they hadn't been cleaned by a cleaner for a long time, and the city seemed to be experiencing a terrible plague, and corpses were everywhere—they were lying in the streets, hanging on the railings of the stairs, and even seeing charred corpses piled up in a small hill, emitting foul-smelling white smoke.

What's going on here? Why are there so many dead people? He walked over to a corpse leaning against the staircase wall, chased the flies off the corpse, and crouched down to observe.

The corpse was dressed in a proper dark suit, with a top hat on its head, a pair of silver-rimmed monocles on its rotten face, and a chain hanging from its head, as if it had a good status in life.

The external injuries on the body are not visible from the appearance of the corpse, and it should have died of disease or poisoning.

Berryman didn't want to move the corpses here for examination, he covered his nose and stayed away from them, if the virus on the corpses spread to him, he was afraid that the fate would be the same as theirs.

Most of these houses are uninhabited, and if their curtains are not closed, you can look through the cobwebs in the window openings and faintly see rats frolicking in the living room.

Occasionally, the windows of these houses are lit, and the light of the fire is reflected in the dirty curtains, and when you approach the room, the fire is gradually extinguished, as if someone has turned off the oil lamp.

"Knock knock......" Berryman knocked on the door, but no one answered, and no matter how many times he knocked, the result was the same.

The windows are equipped with burglar-proof windows, like the iron windows of a prison, giving the impression of being closed, and the gap between the irons is so small that it is impossible to put your hand in.

Burriman put his ear to the dark brown door, and from time to time there was a slight strange noise, like the footsteps of a man walking.

Someone is in the house, but they refuse to answer, as if they are afraid of something? Berryman thought to himself.

He went up the steps on the right to a platform where there were also several families, perhaps wealthier, and houses more luxurious than those in the street below.

There was a window here that was also lit, and the light of the fire seeped through the crack in the door.

As Berryman approached the room, he heard the laughter of the woman in the room.

"Heha-" Her laugh was sharp, but it sounded a little painful.

She smiled tirelessly, breaking the silence of the street, the firelight casting her shadow onto the curtains, and she seemed to kneel on the ground, twisted as the flames swayed.

"Hello, can we talk?" Berryman said as he knocked on the door.

The other party didn't seem to hear and was still laughing maniacally.

"Hey—did you hear what I said?" Berryman slammed the door hard, "Bang bang!" "The door shook, shaking off a lot of dust particles.

"Ahahahaha-" The other seemed to smile even more.

"Neurotic ......" Berryman's laughter made Burriman shudder, and he grunted disgruntled and walked away.

He wanted to open all the locked doors, but he couldn't find a suitable lockpick, and when he arrived, all he had on him was a camera from his grandmother.

"Hey! Over here! A voice came from the left, and Berryman turned his head to see that it was coming from the next room.

Berryman walked over, only to see that the curtain had been lifted a slit, revealing a half-wrinkled face.

"Still outside ......the door at this time," he said, licking his tongue, seemingly a little excited, and his cloudy eyes kept staring at Berryman, "you don't look like a Vilenn." ”

"Yes, I'm not from here." Berryman was a little excited, because someone had finally spoken to him, and he asked, "Is this Viren?" How can there be so many corpses on the street? ”

"Viren had a brain plague, and most people died from the plague." He smiled, and the laughter was as ugly as a crow, "The hunt is going to start soon, you're still outside, what a hapless ghost, giggle......"

"Hunting? What hunting? ”

As soon as Berryman finished speaking, a huge bell rang.

"Knock-knock-"

The ancient bells reverberate throughout the city of Viren, as if sounding the death knell for the living.