It's one o'clock at noon.

The sound of the bell ringing in the starry sky is so deep that it is reminiscent of the starry sky.

Little Wharf East.

A secluded basement with carved and painted mirrors.

The dancing flames reflect the distorted shadows.

Unknown runic patterns line up in the air, following the not

The rules of knowledge are arranged as ordinal blocks.

There is no wind in the basement, and the spirit of the road shines.

The breeze swept and the dust filled, and the silhouette stretched like a frantic tentacle dance, finally merging into the lifeless Buck who was slumped on the ground.

The blue pupils, which had been silent and transparent, were stained with gray and slightly dimmed.

Particles swirl and arrange in the eye, eventually turning into extremely distorted gray.

............

Faintly formed a phantus of twelve pairs of wings, with countless open, distorted pupils hanging from the wings.

The dead pupils gradually came alive, and a pair of blank eyes swallowed the light around them.

"Buck" stood up and moved his stiff body, "This is Will? ”

Spread out the newspaper on the table, dusted it off,

Horizontal line one, May 4 by the North Kenwell Daily: Former Mayor Shavin Weir and local aristocrats established the Port Vale Security Association, issuing a statement:

The safety of people's lives and property should be guaranteed, and all rights should be guaranteed.

Below is the small print, the horizontal line two, the struggle for legal rights, not violence, but rational negotiation.

Horizontal line three, a moment of silence for the 5,000 compatriots who were slaughtered.

On the fourth day, the Haas Theater controller and the head of the Yuanfan Group issued an announcement on May 4 that political rights and economic rights should be fought for by formal legal means.

Lieutenant General Garr, who arrived in Will, on 1 May, reported property damage to the families of the victims as a result of the bombing of the town hall and the attack by the independent group that turned into a massacre by the army.

Note, the military is fighting for the return of houses, property damage.

According to a well-known source in the city, Will Bank was ransacked by "thugs", and the financial world is currently in chaos.

On the evening of May 2, the mid-rise residence was burned down, and a wall of a nearby residence collapsed, and the Grotesque Association reported the follow-up for you.

In the early morning of May 4, at the border of the small dock area, a mob murder case, three unemployed homeless people were brutally murdered in an alley, one of whom had his scalp peeled off and his head cut open.

Detective Locke has investigated, revealing that it is a case of mental illness, is this a distortion of human nature, or is it a moral degradation?

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As the power twisted and wriggled, the newspaper gradually turned to ashes.

His brows furrowed slightly, "This corpse, the spiritual path?" If so, try to exclude the transcendental, Arian's gaze is more terrifying. ”

Fingers brushed over the soft flower-printed tablecloth on the tabletop, "Will, the military massacre, the transcendent, the situation is so chaotic now, where is the cone? I haven't found it for four months." ”

Pick up a beer bottle from the bookshelf, peel off the cap, and the alcohol brings warmth and comfort from the bone marrow.

Throwing the bottle on the table, spread out a notebook in front of you, and on the page are circled step-by-step tasks.

He smiled helplessly, "What kind of garbage organization does the Black Hand Society, Afra Charr doesn't know ......." ”

The figure turned and disappeared in an instant.

In the small middle-class burial area, the silhouette of "Buck" is quickly sketched and completed over and over again.

Like a flashing figure, "Buck's" appearance gradually changed, turned into a gray-eyed old man, and strode away.

............

It was still a funeral, and a gentleman or lady was crying on the tombstone, and his limp body was sobbing.

Heart-rending cries can't bring back the soul that has passed, and although the flowers are good, they can't be sent to the kingdom of God where the soul belongs.

Horse-drawn carriages were galloping, boxes filled with neat banknotes, and the smell of ink even penetrated the boxes and filled the air, but the coachman was indifferent.

Because, the business of moving the death knell of the black market is tantamount to looking for death.

The corner of the eye of the smoothly moving carriage driver reflected a rapidly flashing picture, as if, there is an old man?

The coachman was a little confused, "Eyes are spent?"

Inside the carriage, "Buck" looked at the boxes of banknotes and fell into deep thought, "Another set of currencies? The figure suddenly dissipated.

The horses' hooves are galloping away.

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Outside the dilapidated house, a few wooden poles are erected at the slightly sloping house.

The sunlight shines down the loopholes in the roof.

Here is a wooden table with rotten legs, and a young man in shabby clothes reads a crumpled newspaper with stains.

His sideburns are slightly gray, and although his face is gray and gloomy, his pupils are still bright.

Thin clothes and tunics could not hold back the cold of the night, and his companions went out to collect firewood.

He looked at the newspaper in his hand, and although he knew that it would be burned in the evening, he still cherished every line of words on it.

At least the newspaper was the last bit of fun in his boring life, and it brought more hope.

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He understands that he cannot be swept up in the whirlpool of depravity, that the abyss of poverty will plunder people, and that everyone will soon ...... if they decline.

The stench of the drains in disrepair was stench, but he was not offended by it, because the stench often attracted rats, and rats could be added to an extra meaty dinner.

Come to the wall and put on the shabby coat that hangs on the wall, which he wears every time he goes out.

In his mind, he imagined what he used to look like, "It's okay, I still remember what I looked like, and I should straighten my beard and hair when I have time." ”

Sleepiness grew heavier, and he wanted to take a good nap, and the rudimentary plank bed was reflected in the depths of his pupils.

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At the sound of footsteps, another young man approached, and he lifted the curtain of rags and entered the room, laying down the firewood in his arms.

I was stunned when I saw the newspaper in my hand.

"Well, you're reading the newspaper again, we might as well think of something practical, go to work in a factory, our lives are already embarrassed to this ....... ”

"The newspaper says that everyone has a steam car, and this will definitely come to pass, but not now...... Although there are flowers on the way forward, there are more thorns. ”

"De" closed his longing gaze, "Instead of dreaming about those bright futures, it is better to find a way to find a job, if you are like a drunkard in a tavern, giving up yourself is the most terrible ending." ”

Na's tone was a little low, slightly apologetic, "De, I understand, I just have some longing, and I'll figure it out." ”

Tak straightened the table and put the fire in order, "Fragrant bread and a job are what we need, not these useless newspapers." ”

"If we can't make it any longer, we might have to go to the Bode mine. ”

Na was slightly angry, "De, you are mistaken, the newspaper is the most important thing! Do you remember the last time I found in the newspaper that you could go to the west to get land?"

"The law says it says, it's just that we don't have enough money to travel to such a distant place. ”