"My name is Lyndon, I'm twenty-four years old, I live in the east neighborhood of Loft City, and I'm unmarried."

It was night, but the kerosene lamp on the table illuminated the whole room strangely, not even a corner, reflecting the face of an emaciated man.

Lyndon, who looked rather handsome, and his eyes were as sharp as eagle's eyes, was now gushing about himself.

There is also a name tag that is placed next to a kerosene lamp with the words "Linden Personal Office" written on it in the Loft language.

"My first job was as a street orderly in the East Block, where I arrived at 8 p.m. sharp.

Then one day, when the street director tried to violate the Vigil Ordinance, I dealt with him and laid him off. ”

"My most recent job was as a health administrator in the East Block, and it was my duty to restore the cleanliness of Loft City.

However, the residents wrote a joint letter complaining that I was nitpicking, overkill, and affecting the harmonious atmosphere of the street, so I was laid off. ”

"I don't smoke, I limit my drinks to a light taste, and I always drink a stimulant drink every night before going to bed to make sure I can sleep energetically......"

"Excuse me."

At the other end of the table in front of Linden, a man in a lab coat held out his palm and motioned for him to stop.

Strange to say,

It was obviously in Lyndon's room, but the doctor was sitting in the master's seat.

"Mr. Linden, I am the doctor, please do not diagnose yourself, I think you are very healthy...... Also, you just need to say your symptoms, we are not interviewing. ”

Outside the window behind the doctor is a chaotic and filthy street scene in the paracerebral area.

Ignoring the doctor's words, the black-haired young man Lyndon remained excited, and said:

"Believe me, I'm definitely in for it."

Enchantment is one of the descriptions of the residents of Loft City who may encounter bizarre events after violating the "Vigil Regulations".

"You know what? I always see something very special.

Last time, an old lady in the neighborhood asked me to help catch rats, but I caught a whole human skeleton in their corner.

Human Bones also thanked me, saying that after many years, he was finally rescued. It also told me that it was the male owner of the house.

But the old lady insisted that this was the big rat who was haunted by the night, and that it was so noisy every night that it had to be thrown into the garbage dump according to the "Vigil Ordinance". ”

The doctor's gaze became strange, and he interrupted him again:

"Mr. Linden, you're not familiar with Loft City, are you?"

"It's really just been here."

Lyndon nodded, not negative.

"These things you said are normal, I don't think you are in a demon, can you tell me the real purpose of paying the deposit for me to come?"

His face hesitated, as if he was fighting fiercely in his heart,

After a moment, he hesitated:

"Actually, I just want to ask the doctor to give me a medical certificate to prove that I have fallen into the devil, and only you can prove it for me.

Without your medical certificate, I am not eligible for an interview organized by the Night Watch. ”

The Night's Watch is one of the most mysterious security departments in Lovet City, and all affairs in Lovet City are managed by the Night's Watch Organization.

The "Vigil Regulations", which were to be unconditionally observed by the inhabitants of the city, were also formulated by the organization.

It is said that in order to join them, it is necessary to have a medical certificate certified by a special doctor, which proves that the applicant has fallen into the devil.

The doctor's body leaned forward slightly, his hands and elbows pressed against the table, and he said with a serious face:

"You should be aware that this is not allowed."

"Maybe we can be accommodating? I really need this job. ”

Linden's eyes were sincere, and he also learned the doctor's movements, and his upper body was propped up with his elbows.

"But rules are rules, and the consequences of violating the Vigil are very serious. Even if you are an outsider, you must comply. ”

The doctor shook his head and took out a pocket watch from his pocket to check.

"The consultation time is over, I have to leave, thank you for your appointment, and I wish you a great day."

After the doctor finished speaking, he gracefully put the pocket watch back in his left pocket, stood up and tidied up his clothes, then took out a pistol from behind his waist and aimed it at his temple.

"Bang-"

Gunshots erupted, and blood erupted in an exaggerated manner, splattering the tiny room everywhere.

Lyndon let out a long sigh and shook his head.

Since I came into this world, how many similar things have I seen?

At first, I was terrified, but now I am used to it.

What kind of rules the residents of Loft City have to follow, Lyndon has never been able to say exactly.

I only know that the inhabitants of Loft City need to abide by the "Vigil Regulations", and all the strange behaviors of the residents come from,

No matter how much Lyndon tried to imitate it, they could always notice the difference.

That's right, it's the so-called "too normal".

He got up from his chair and walked to the window, staring at the sky.

Well, it's going to be night.

When I closed my eyes, I could hear a lot of disordered and noisy whispers in my ears.

These whispers had an invisible force that seemed to burrow into Lyndon's brain, stripping him of consciousness.

If it's just whispering, maybe it's okay!

In recent days, there have been too many supernatural phenomena, trying to attack themselves in the middle of the night, seriously endangering their own lives.

The inhabitants of the city of Loft called this situation a punishment for violating the Vigil.

The question is, what exactly is the Vigil Ordinance?

Lyndon only knew that the source of the ordinance came from the Night's Watch organization, which was why he applied for the job.

Maybe after joining the Night's Watch organization, you'll know all this.

Well, there is a reason why I have to get a job!

You can't just come to this world and die a tragic death for no apparent reason, right?

I still want to return to my original world one day!

The diagnosis of the demon must be obtained no matter what.

He turned to look at the "doctor" and slowly raised his right arm.

His eyes were on the bullet hole in his temple, where thick blood was still flowing, and he didn't dislike it, and pressed his palm there.

"Let's have a good chat!"

Suddenly, the temperature in the room became cold, the wind howled, and several gray and broken spirits screamed around Linden, dancing in a twisted posture.

Ignoring these distractions, he struggled to flip through some old and obscure words from his memory, and the feeling of swelling and pain suddenly filled the nerves in his head.

Eventually, he endured the discomfort, and Lyndon squeezed out strange syllables in his throat and said as if he were talking to himself:

"Black dreams."

Then, as expected, he dodged a few steps back and waited quietly.

The gray remnants had received some instructions, and their brains swarmed to the doctor, burrowing their own shapes into the flesh.

A terrible scream came from this body!

From above the body, the misty black mist spread, and in just a few breaths, it spread throughout the room.

Between the black mist, there were no more furniture, only two illusory spirits standing opposite each other.

Linden lifted his arm and rested his palm gently on the doctor's shoulder.

Compared to his own solidity and realism, the doctor's spirit body is much more illusory.

It seems like it's going to be shattered at any moment.

There was no candle in sight, but there was candlelight, and the dim yellow light dots were scattered on Linden's smile, setting off a strange meaning.

Some special little abilities may be a bit unusual for the locals, but just right for the traverser.

Lyndon was able to set up this space, known as the "Black Dream", to interact with spirits to some extent.

This is a wonderful ability that he has explored in many long dark nights.

Lyndon was in the misty black fog, his fingers flicked slightly, and a set of black desks and chairs, with a bit of false writhing, appeared in front of him.

He took a step forward, sat down at the table, raised his hand again and gestured to sit down, another chair, which he had set up in the dark dream space.

"Please sit down, do you remember who you are and what you are doing here?"

"I ...... I'm a doctor and I conduct private consultations at Lyndon's personal office. ”

The spirit looked confused, and slurred a response as it sat down in front of him.

Lyndon smiled slightly, revealing a smile:

"You're not right."

"I said that...... Wrong? ”

"You're here to pick me up and take me back to the clinic, I'm the attending doctor, you're just my assistant."

He tapped his fingertips lightly on the table, muttering in reply.

In this space, the identities of the two have quietly been replaced.

Under the temptation, half of the spirit's face was tangled and distorted, and half of its face was stretched, as if it had suddenly come to an enlightenment.

"Tell me, where is my clinic? Where is the medical certificate placed? ”

The originally extremely obedient spirit seemed to have an accident when it encountered Lyndon's problem.

Although it was a broken spirit, it should not feel pain, but Linden could clearly see the pain on the face of the translucent spirit.

"According to the Vigil Ordinance, if someone asks for an address at night......

It's still fighting itself......

Looks like we're going to have to get some more fire.

Lyndon jerked to his feet, propped himself up on the table with one hand, and leaned forward, interrupting the spirit's mechanical speech.

The other hand, over the table, pressed against the spirit's head.

Suddenly, a purple-blue fluorescence lit up around the spirit, and it trembled and let out a low moan of pain.

"Tell me!"

His eyes widened and he exclaimed, his face hideous.

"The clinic is on Third Street in the East Block, in a detached bungalow...... The certificate is placed in the second drawer on the left hand side of the desk......"

Roaring, mixed with moaning, the sentence was uttered in fits and starts.

Lyndon sat back down satisfied, putting on the same flat smile he had had been before.

Whether he was under the devil or not, he didn't know, but the doctor was sure of it.

That can't be helped,

I had to write the diagnosis myself.

Just as he was about to lift the space, he suddenly remembered something and looked at the spirit again.

"One more thing-

How much do you know about the Vigil and the Night's Watch? ”

"I, I ......"

The spirit roared suddenly, and the shattered phantom swelled several times as if it were inflated in a matter of seconds.

"After nightfall, it's forbidden to go out without permission, violators—"

The sound stopped abruptly.

The spirit suddenly expanded several times and exploded like a balloon, and the scream mixed with the strong wind blew away this hazy black mist, revealing the original appearance of the personal office.

The little furniture that was originally neatly placed has also been turned upside down.

But Lyndon only stood still, and when the spirit body swelled, he took a few steps back and picked up the trench coat and gentleman's hat on the hanger next to him.

Facing the howling wind, he held the brim of his hat with his right hand and blocked it in front of his face.

After a while, the wind subsided, and when I looked into the house again, I couldn't see anything but the messy furniture.

The doctor was wiped clean as if he had never appeared, along with the bloodstains.

Lyndon gracefully bowed a gentlemanly to the front:

"Good night, doctor, thank you for the consultation, I'm going out."