The original 11th arrondissement has been abandoned. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Those towering Industrial Revolution-era houses look strange and silent, as if they are all empty inside, like houses in abandoned movie construction props.

It looked like there was no one inside, but something strange was watching.

What this means is: something is watching him.

The wide sky is not blue, it is indeed opaque milky white, like a giant flipped bowl. The weather was dreary and suffocating, and Mu Qingyang must have a pair of eyes watching.

He suddenly saw something dark in the old citrus tree in front of the house. It was a crow, sitting still among the pale yellow leaves.

That's what looks at him.

He tried to tell himself it was ridiculous, but somehow he knew. It was the largest raven he had ever seen, plump and smooth, with a rainbow-like glow on its black feathers.

He could see every detail of it: greedy black claws, sharp mouths, and sparkling pure black eyes. It is motionless, like a stationary wax model. But as he stared at it, Mu Qingyang felt some redness on his face, and his heart was beating in his throat and under his cheeks.

Because it ...... Looking at him, it looked like he was naked.

The rumbling sound of the crow flying away came from the top of the huge tree, and Mu Qingyang's head twitched reflexively.

When he saw that it was just branches and leaves swaying in the canopy, he relaxed. His eyes looked at the soft white of his hands, and he felt remorse written all over his face.

He didn't want to kill it.

If he knew how hungry he was, he would hunt something bigger than a rabbit. But, of course, this is the most appropriate thing for him to frighten: it is not known how strong the hunger will be, or what he might do to satisfy it.

He was lucky that this time he only killed this rabbit.

He stood under the ancient tree, the sun shining through the leaves on his curls. Wearing jeans and a T-shirt, Mu Qingyang looked like an ordinary passerby.

He's not.

Deep in the alley, no one saw him, and he began to eat. Now he laboriously licks his gums and lips, making sure there are no stains on them.

He didn't want any accidents. Maybe he should go back to the hospital that saved him back to civilization, to the place where he had been hiding for almost a year.

What wants him to get back to the sun?

But he was tired of living in the shadows. He was tired of the darkness, tired of living in it. Most of the time, he was tired of being alone.

He wasn't sure why he chose District Eleven.

It is an old neighborhood with its own specifications, with the oldest buildings being built a century and a half ago. But the memories of the departed and the ghosts that hide are still here, as real as supermarkets and fast-food restaurants.

Mu Qingyang admired and appreciated this part. He thought maybe he could join the people of the neighborhood. And maybe—just maybe—maybe he'll find a place to survive among them.

He wasn't fully accepted, of course.

He smiled at the thought of this.

He knew more than he wished. It would never be a place where he belonged completely, but he was real.

Unless he chooses to belong to the darkness......

He threw all those thoughts away. He rejected the darkness, and he let the darkness remain behind. He stayed in the dark for so long, and to this day, he stands in the sun.

Mu Qingyang realized that he was still holding on to the rabbit. Gently, he placed it on top of the pile of brown leaves. Far away, too inaudible to the human ear, he recognized the barking of a hound.

"You've wasted your time tailgating, my brother!" He thought sadly, "Your breakfast is waiting for you." ”

As he took the jacket off his shoulder, he noticed that the crow was getting in his way early. It still returned to the ancient tree, and seemed to be watching him. It was something not quite normal, moving quietly among the dead leaves, and he walked towards the edge of the alley.

His car was parked there.

He glanced back, and then saw the crow leave the tree and swoop down towards the rabbit. It seemed a little unlucky, a little unlucky, a little unlucky, and a little smug to pounce on that limp body in that way. Mu Qingyang's throat tightened, and he almost strode back to chase the bird away. However, it had the same rights as the hound, he told himself. They have the same rights as him. If he was in the encounter with the bird, which observed his thoughts, he decided to leave quickly.

So, he glanced at it and got into the car, he didn't want to be late when he arrived......

In front of Mu Qingyang was a young man with long hair, wearing a pair of slippers, a pair of worn-out blue jeans, and a dirty T-shirt. Stuffed a medium-sized screwdriver in his butt pocket. When he turned around, he could see three big letters on his T-shirt, NBA.

There were some crumbs sticking to his thin beard. When he saw Mu Qingyang, his yellow eyes widened.

"This is not the place to apply for a nursing home, Daddy." As he said that, he grinned, showing his surprisingly long canine teeth, and then turned back to face the enrollment desk.

Mu Qingyang felt that his face was hot. From the moment he stood in line at a table labeled "Freshman Report," he felt squinting, snickering, and muttering gossip.

He stood in the midst of these young men, like a billboard in the garden, a corpse on the banquet table.

The team moved forward one more person. The freshmen were talking, but their voices were low. Young people like them are very self-restrained, except for the self-righteous guy in front of him.

Perhaps it was the surroundings that frightened them. The gymnasium, built at the end of the 19th century, has not been repainted for many years.

The old green walls are mottled and old. The shattered windows on the high walls were plastered with cardboard, blocking the light from outside. The wooden floors were all upturned and creaky to walk on, and the hoops on the backboards were yellow with rust.

For almost a decade, the University of Birmingham has been league champions in all competitive areas. Although it recruits far fewer new students than its rivals, its teams always manage to win, often by a wide margin.

Mu Qingyang buttoned his coat. Although it was a warm day in the fall, it was cool in the gymnasium. If he didn't know, he'd think there was a wall of ice behind him.

Above his head, the headlights struggled to drive away the darkness, and the darkness descended little by little as if it were sinking to the bottom of the sea.

He turned to look, and the people immediately behind him smiled. She wears a loose casual outfit with bizarre patterns printed on it.

Her hair is cut short, her face is not large, and her facial features are neat, but they are a little flat and long, so she can't be said to be beautiful.

But among all these young people there should be some beautiful girls and handsome boys.

He has seen a lot of campus and other environments, and of course he knows exactly what the school flower should be.

But here...... The girl over there, although her face looks like a model, is a little missing...... No, it's something more? An indescribable temperament, but ...... Seems a little disgusting?

This complex emotion began to linger in Mu Qingyang's heart, looming, look...... Yes! No...... No, it's gone now...... No, now there is a ...... It's constantly changing back and forth, like walking through the streets and alleys, flashing back and forth between light and dark.

Not surprisingly, the boy in front of him turned around again, and he smiled as if a fox had seen a chicken.

"Little sister, ha...... I know she likes older ...... Maybe the two of you are a good match. The stench on his body and clothes lingered around him, like a fly circling around a dead rat.

"I'm not interested in her!" Mu Qingyang said coldly.

"My uncle, you can't pick and choose at your age......," the boy said, turning back again.

Mu Qingyang's face turned red, and he quickly imagined that he had beaten that kid down...... Reason still let him loosen his hand and insert it into his trouser pocket, although this could temporarily restrain his impulses, but he also knew that it might not work well after a long time.

Thankfully, the team moved forward again......

He looked at his watch, he had planned to call his mom in half an hour. He should have been here early today, but he had overslept, and the alarm had stopped, and when it got back up, it seemed like it didn't care. Of course, it wasn't meant to be, but for some reason, he felt that his stuff should be of concern to him.

Of course this is irrational, if he was a man who believed in the primacy of reason, would he still be here?

Regarding his mother's whimsical idea of letting a young man over forty years old come here to participate in what club, Mu Qingyang's original idea should be to completely dispel her idea, instead of obeying her will and come here to take a look or something? Although according to her, the demon clan is only an underage child at the age of forty, but in the eyes of ordinary people, it is normal for him to step into the school only as a school worker or a teacher, right?

The team moved forward like a zigzag worm, standing down from time to time and twisting its activities.

Just like that, when he got to the first one in line, it was already 10 minutes before his scheduled call.

Behind the registration desk was a very old man. The clothes he wears, and the outfit doesn't look like a modern person, it's old-fashioned.

He scratched his fingernails across his face, and when he looked closely, he looked like a rough humanoid clay. A squid's mouth-like nose sticks to a dough-like face, a messy beard, a protruding narrow forehead, and a pair of cloudy eyes under the messy white eyebrows, which look a little thiefy.

One hand took Mu Qingyang's materials and punch cards, which didn't look like an old man's hand. The hands are large, thick, white, and smooth. Fingernails are dirty, though.

"I guess, it's Mr. Mu Qingyang." The voice was harsh, without all the hoarse trills of an old man.

"Ah, you call me?"

"Of course. I've read your profile, and, 10 years ago, I participated in your family's self-defense counterattack, of course, this is just a trivial matter that is not worth mentioning, but it just means that I am not strangers to your family. ”

Mu Qingyang noticed that the name tag hanging on his old tweed jacket read: Suva. Yeruny, except that his name is not in office, it seems that this is the president of the "Dark Night Society" that his mother has been mentioning when she came.

"About your request...... I don't think there's anything wrong with me personally, but I hope your decision isn't impulsive, after all, this is a place dominated by the Dark Night Council, there are many rules, and the requirements for newcomers are naturally very strict. ”

He paused and then smiled and said, "Did your mother complain when she mentioned me?" ”

Mu Qingyang said, "No...... Just mentioned that your temper might be a bit weird......"

He took a deep breath and said, "But how do you know ...... her?" ”

"We're old friends!"

Suva chuckled softly.

The laughter sounded like the sound of a barrel with a spoon in it swayed.

"What you wrote about the necromancy and demonic bodies and the experience you showed in your essay are enough for you to be admitted here at a young age, so you are different from those sons who only know how to be greedy for pleasure all day long, okay...... Just sign it here! He asked Mu Qingyang to sign the form, found the card used for verification, and handed it over.

"Take this to the cashier. Oh, by the way, it's a place full of wonders, as you know. ”

The old professor blinked, as if to hint at something? Mu Qingyang was inexplicably annoyed by him, but it wasn't to the point where he needed to show it.

In the gray to black atmosphere, the old man's face glowed. It seemed that the face slowly drifted towards him, swelling out, and suddenly, Mu Qingyang entered those gray wrinkles.

It's not a pleasant place to be.

The little figure danced on a plane with a faint halo of light, then faded, and he was plunged into a roaring darkness. He leaned forward and clung to the edge of the table.

"Mr. Mu Qingyang, do you often get sick like this?"

Mu Qingyang let go of his hand and straightened up. "So excited, I think so. No, I've never been sick, not now, not in the past. ”

The man chuckled softly. "Yes, that's the result of a nervous mood. Maybe you can find a way to melt the tension here. ”

Mu Qingyang turned around and walked away. Before he left the gymnasium, all he saw were vague figures and signs. The old wizard...... How did he read his mind? Was it just because he had read his information, done some research, and speculated about something? Or is it more than that?

The sun has taken refuge behind thick clouds. Beyond the campus, past the houses nestled among the trees, is the landmark of the University of Birmingham, the Chamberlain Clock Tower. Baron Neville Chamberlain was one of the founders of this prestigious school, and the Clock Tower was built in his honor, making it the tallest freestanding clock tower in the world.

Of course, in the Dark World, the true purpose of this clock tower is to represent the highest honor of wizards, who are said to have been synonymous with evil, and who have launched countless attacks on the Light World, and the war between these magic-changing friends and the Church has written countless legends. Surprisingly, these wizards bravely sided with the human union during the apocalypse of the previous decade, and they banded together to turn the trolls that invaded the university to stone with their magic wands.

But this does not mean that it is an eternal curse, the leader of those trolls has always been in a very unstable state, as long as the full moon rises, the mysterious power may free him, the abyssal troll Todd, from the spell and temporarily regain consciousness.

It has been said that when the full moon rose high, a young wizard once let him out, and Todd wandered outside until dawn before returning to a stone slumber.

Nine years ago, a house and many trees on the edge of the city were flattened on a rainstorm night, as if they had been trampled by giants. The broken oak trees formed a path that led to a strangely shaped hill named Todd.

All of these stories have been said to be fables of legend.

But is it a coincidence that the Dark Night Institute openly declared that Mount Todd was a dangerous area? (To be continued.) )