The more night it gets, the more lively the wine table at the "shelter" becomes. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's not as bustling as the hoteliers built on the ground with thick protective glass, or the coffee houses with paintings and stacks of books. It was built in a cubicle in an abandoned underground waterway, with its miserable white walls and the creaking of dim chandeliers. The smell of low-quality liquor and synthetic food mixed in the room, stimulating the visitors' sense of smell.

But without a doubt, it is the most popular place in the entire "lonely village".

Natasha, dressed in a stained apron and holding a plate of roasted rat meat, clumsily weaved her way through the crowd, eliciting complaints from diners.

"Hey, be careful, chick, get my clothes dirty and feed you to the dogs!"

"Wild dogs don't eat these meatless bones!"

"Nana, leave them alone. Come to me for a drink and give you a few bottle caps. ”

Natasha bowed her head and apologized as she struggled through the threats and teasing of the diners to the very corner of the basement. Despite the dim light, she recognized the orderer at a glance - a pitch-black coat, a pitch-black hat, and a silver crow mask.

"Your roasted rat. She carefully laid down her plate, lest she might annoy the strangers. But curiosity drove her eyes to search the stranger, thinking of finding something new. She saw a pistol pinned to her waist, and Natasha had seen many guns and knew it was a superior one. There was also a long item wrapped in black paper, which she thought was probably a sword. He really likes black. Natasha thought to herself.

"Do I have something on my face?" The stranger, who didn't say a word, suddenly asked.

Natasha screamed that something was wrong, quickly bowed and apologized, and turned to flee from the strange man. When she walked back to the bar, she looked back with trepidation, only to find that the figure seemed to be completely absorbed in the darkness, and could only faintly see the fork reflecting the silver light up and down.

"What are you looking at?" asked the chef as he suddenly lifted the curtain on the kitchen.

"You're scared me to death!" Natasha reproached, "why don't you cook?"

"The material is gone, the hostess let wait. Chef said, "What do you see?"

"The weirdo. Natasha leaned over and whispered, "He's wearing a mask and a good gun." There is also a sword wrapped in black paper. That's a good sword, too, I bet. ”

As the words fell, one of the guests sitting at the bar suddenly laughed and said, "Hey, Nana, are you really stupid or fake." That's the famous Fog Chaser!"

Natasha turned around and saw a red-faced man with a high nose and both ears shaved off in favor of a mechanical ear that he claimed could hear everything, hence the nickname "Downwind Ear". It is said that he heard a lot of interesting things because of this, so he often came to the bar to show off his knowledge. However, only Natasha listens to it with relish, and others say that he is a liar who has never even been out of the village.

Natasha muttered the word in her mind. She remembered that Shunfeng had told her the story, a fog beast hunter dressed in black, wearing a mask, carrying a silver spear, and carrying a silver sword.

"They have been working for a hundred years to get rid of the fog beasts, and they are determined to restore the continent to a clean place. However, now he has become a lackey born for money. Shunfeng said half-drunk, half-awake, and Natasha didn't know whether his words were true or not. But the stranger's voice sounded young, not like a man who had lived for a hundred years.

"Nana, you little ****, go out and catch a few mice and pick a few wild vegetables!The kitchen is empty!" She hurriedly unbuttoned her apron and ran to the exit—it was late and there was no food to eat.

She walked through the dimly lit tunnels to the exit of the basement. The moonlight shone through the small gaps in the thick iron doors, and sprinkled on the rows of black protective masks. The masks are made of black leather and are heavy and stuffy.

It's a good night tonight, so there shouldn't be fog. Natasha hates to cover herself under this, and even if it fogs, I'm not afraid. So she skipped the mask and lifted the manhole cover with her calloused little hands. The next moment, the fresh air came to her face, and she took a deep breath of enjoyment, and smiled contentedly, revealing two small tiger teeth.

It's only when she's outside that Natasha feels free. It made her feel good not to have to stay in the dusty underworld, and not to hear the boss's screams and blames anymore. Despite all the treachery of the fog and the horror of the fog beasts, she had never encountered them once. She even felt that it was adults who were deceiving themselves. She couldn't understand why people huddled in the small underground rather than come to see the stars.

She walked among the steeple houses and the gravel paths, drank from the springs in the pools, and plucked the wild fruits by the eaves. The earth was long uninhabited, and she became the master of the town, with the moon as her street lamp and the stars as her friends. The birds sing for her, and the cats and dogs navigate for her. She walked through the streets and alleys, and a green space appeared before her eyes.

This was her private park, and she lay on the lawn, playing with her cats and dogs, looking at the crescent moon until her eyes sank, then she rolled over and fell asleep. In her dream, she rode a horse and traveled between the worlds. Her voice echoed in the mountains, her shadow reflected in the springs, the breeze brushed her cheeks, and the birds sang in the air. This is the world, free, colorful. Until she saw a cloud of black smoke drifting from afar, the pungent smell made her cough, unable to breathe, and finally fell off her horse.

"Ahem, ahem!" she abruptly rose, the pungent smell of her dream still lingering in her nostrils, without any intention of retreating. Natasha shook her head and looked around.

This look made her stunned. The moonlight had vanished, and the green lawn was gone, and it seemed to be stained with a layer of hoarfrost, and she could see nothing but herself. The pungent smell surrounded her, and she immediately understood—it was fog!

Damn, I should have gone back after catching the mouse, she secretly regretted it. It is said that the fog can infect people with diseases and turn them into terrifying fog beasts, and that the fog beasts will wander out in the fog and eat the disobedient humans who wander around.

However, regret has no effect, and she can only rely on her memory to touch the "shelter" now. So, she trembled and walked in this sudden thick fog. The pungent smell made her cough incessantly, and her chest felt like a flame, which was extremely uncomfortable. With a beastly roar around her, Natasha remembered the story of the Mist Beasts: they would emerge in the fog and eat the Fool. She panicked and began to quicken her pace, running in no direction.

She didn't know how long she had been or how far she had walked. In the fog, it was as if time and space no longer existed, leaving only the white mist and herself. Gradually, the lawn was gone, the dirt was gone, and she stepped on some kind of hard rock, smooth and flat, somewhat cool. Her feet were blistered, her eyes were blurred, her whole body went limp, and she collapsed on the cold stone floor.

I really want to sleep, she thought, the mouse didn't catch it, and the proprietress was probably going to punish me again. But it doesn't matter, I just want to get a good night's sleep.

She lay on the ground like this, breathing in the fog and drowsy. There were shouts of tearing, swords unsheathed, gunshots. I'm going to die, to be killed by the claws of the Fog Beast, to be stabbed to death by the Silver Sword, to be killed by the Silver Spear, because I'm going to become a Fog Beast.

She suddenly wanted to cry, but she couldn't. Maybe it's because I'm so tired that I can't even bother to cry. It's better not to cry, lest the wind see the fog beast that tells me as a joke - crying nose.

Gradually, the noise subsided, and the surroundings became quiet again. All she heard was heavy footsteps, getting closer, louder and louder. Who is it? Chef or Lady Boss? Are they going to kill me?

The sound stopped behind her, so she turned her head slightly, and saw the black corner.

"Is that you?"

The voice came from a distance, and Natasha felt that it was a familiar sound. Oh, it's the one who ordered rat meat. It's the weirdo.

She heard the sound of the sword unsheathed, a cold light pointing at the tip of her nose. The time has come. She closed her eyes, ready for death.

However, instead of falling, the blade retracted its scabbard. A pair of big thick hands slowly picked her up. She looked back and saw a silver crow mask, and blue eyes inside.

Blue eyes, so beautiful. She could no longer bear the weight of her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.