The bright sunshine shines down from above the clouds, its warmth soothing the city invaded by the tide, like the peace and beauty after the disaster, green buds growing again under the rotten trees that burned to gray and black.
After three days of emergency repairs, the Freeport has gradually restored order. However, there are still stagnant water in many places on the chaotic streets. A large number of dead rats are floating on the water, like a dark swarm of insects.
The exposure to the sun mixed with the fishy smell, turning it into an unbearable rotten smell.
Mosquitoes and flies were flying on the water, and large plaques of bacteria grew on the damp wooden boards, like some kind of spreading plague. Even people's bodies were covered with similar abscesses, and the slender buds of fungi
Like hair swaying in the wind.
Irwin withdrew his gaze from the porthole. With his cloudy eyesight, he could not see things that were so far away. However, Irwin had experienced many of these things in Freeport when he was young. Just thinking about it, he could
Guess what is happening in the free port at this moment.
Once the black accumulated water touches the body, large patches of ringworm and abscesses will appear. They tortured Irwin for a while. Because he didn’t have enough money to go to the doctor, Irwin had no choice but to
Find some old ship doctors, they use red-hot irons to heal their wounds.
Looking back now, Irwin still feels a dull pain and can smell the smell of burning flesh and blood.
"ah……"
Irwin let out a slight cry. Compared to the pain in his memories, the pain his body was inflicting on him at this moment was truly unbearable.
Using a mortal body to join the crazy battle between the Sublime Ones can no longer be described as stupid.
Irwin has lost count of how many times he has passed death. It seems as if fate is teasing him. Whenever Irwin feels that he is destined to die, he will always find a turning point in the desperate situation, but he soon finds another chance.
Will fall into deeper desperation.
No...it's more like tangoing with Satan than dancing with death.
At this moment, Irwin is tightly bandaged and has a plaster on his leg. The nurse will check on him every once in a while to make sure he is still alive. The doctor will also come to see him from time to time to inform him of his physical condition.
White Oll's Bliss Injury had a profound impact on Irwin. Even though three days had passed, Irwin still felt that his mind was muddled and he sometimes had hallucinations and auditory hallucinations. He also had trouble remembering what the doctor said to him.
All I know is to take medicine on time and cooperate with the nurse for infusion.
Thinking of this, Irwin glanced at the bottle hanging on the infusion pole. There was a light blue liquid rolling in the transparent bottle, which contained little bits of starlight.
Based on Irwin's understanding of the supernatural world, he felt that this should be some kind of alchemy potion. In order to save himself, these people of Xitao had put in a lot of effort.
Looking away, Irwin reached out and fumbled around, picking up the notepad and pen from the cabinet on the side.
The original notepad was destroyed in the battle with the devil. Irwin was not very distressed. Just like what he and Cinderella said at the beginning, the really important things do not need a carrier to record them. They will always be buried.
In Irvin's head.
If a thing can be easily forgotten by himself, then it proves that it is not important to Irwin at all.
Opening his notepad and lying in bed for the past few days, Irwin recorded the events that happened on the Elysium. These are considered his writing materials, and sorting out the stories will help Irwin activate his thinking and learn from Elysium.
The wounds heal from the wounds of the spirit.
The crooked words were arranged bit by bit, and Irwin flipped to the middle of the notepad, where there were two tickets, a new one and an old one.
Irwin stroked the old ticket with nostalgia in his eyes. It was the only thing he took with him on that train thirty-three years ago, and it was also the only thing in the world that could prove the existence of that train.
Opening the old ticket, the new ticket was revealed. There was very little information marked on the ticket. There was no origin station, no destination station, not even the ride location, but only a ride time that existed in the future.
Irwin noticed that the time marked on the new ticket had changed. He was not surprised by this. He had noticed the strangeness of the new ticket early on. The time on it was always changing, and sometimes the ride time would become very far away.
, sometimes very close, so close that it’s only a few minutes away by car.
This is a strange ticket that will take Irwin to an unknown and mysterious place.
Irwin deceived Nolen. He was so keen on everything in the supernatural world just to find this ticket and find clues related to that train. As for writing a book or something, it was just incidental. After all, Irwin's investigation needed enough information.
Financial support, just like this, Irwin squandered decades of time, and he was almost at the end.
Gently stroking the ticket with his fingers, Irwin felt a sense of satisfaction, and even the dull pain in his mind disappeared as if it had been cured.
Irwin stared at the ticket obsessively, as if his mind was drawn into it.
"Ahem."
The cough broke the weird atmosphere. Irwin was like a panicked mouse. Under the gaze of a wild cat, he nervously closed his notepad and looked warily towards the direction of the sound.
The door was pushed halfway open, and Cinderella leaned in half-way, looking at Irvin with a confused look on her face.
Cinderella asked, "Are you okay?"
"I...I'm fine, it's nothing."
Irwin swallowed, put the notepad under the pillow, and glanced at Cinderella. She looked like she was poking her head out of a rabbit hole. He complained, "Can you knock on the door?"
Cinderella said, "I knocked for a long time."
"Are you a little... too indulged in your own fantasies?"
Cinderella tried to describe what she saw in Irwin, "Is this an occupational disease?"
"Maybe." Irwin gave a vague answer.
Cinderella asked again, "Is your author usually like this?"
"I'm not sure. I am a very withdrawn person in my private life. Apart from my editor, few people maintain regular contact with me, let alone colleagues."
Irwin felt much more relaxed, and communicating with others helped him clarify his consciousness.
In order to conceal his pursuit of the supernatural world, Irwin had few friends to speak of. As the world knows, he is a lonely and weird guy, and few people can understand his thoughts.
"I do get lost in fantasy sometimes."
"continue."
Cinderella rummaged through the fruit basket on the bedside and took out an apple from it. This was supposed to be for Irwin, but she took a big bite of it without ceremony, making a crunching sound.
"It's like...like a sense of substitution. I will imagine that I am a certain character in the story, thinking and acting from their perspective. When writing some dialogues, I will even make the same words as in the story. The same expression as the character."
Cinderella put down the apple and imagined the scene. Irwin was typing in front of the typewriter, smiling, sad, and switching expressions from time to time like a roulette wheel. People who didn't know saw it and might think he was... Schizophrenia.
"Ha ha."
Cinderella thought this was very funny and laughed happily.
Seeing her look like this, Irwin was at a loss for a while. He couldn't understand this girl. After experiencing the impact of the Paradise, he almost lost half his life. Now he still feels that his head is extremely heavy. As long as he leans on the soft pillow, Will fall asleep easily.
But Cinderella was different. She had a strong mentality, and maybe it was the energetic energy that only young people have. Apart from nightmares in the first few days, the Bliss Wound had little impact on Cinderella.
Under Irwin's care, Cinderella did not suffer much trauma. However, the cold water attack caused her to catch a cold recently, her voice was a little hoarse when she spoke, and she always had a runny nose. The tip of her nose became red due to repeated rubbing with paper towels. It reminded Irwin of the red-nosed reindeer in holiday posters.
Cinderella came closer and asked, "What were you looking at just now?"
"Nothing, just some records and writing materials."
Irwin's expression is extremely calm. He is an author and a born liar. Lying is very easy for Irwin.
"Writing material?"
"Well, just what I have experienced in the past few days, I think this thrilling incident can be written into a book, and I am already thinking about it."
Irwin still held the pen in his hand, tapping the end of the pen casually as if to kill boredom.
A lie is also a kind of story.
Storytelling is what Irwin is best at. Cinderella was immediately frightened by Irwin. She thought for a moment and said excitedly, "Adapted from real events?"
"Yes, adapted from real events."
"That means I will also appear?"
It turns out that this is Cinderella's focus. Judging from her performance, she is looking forward to appearing in the story. She cheers like a child, jumps around Irwin's hospital bed, and makes all kinds of ridiculous requests.
Irwin couldn't help but laugh with Cinderella. He didn't understand what was so funny about it, but the atmosphere aroused his emotions and he couldn't help but join her.
Cinderella suddenly asked, "What is my ending?"
"I have not decided yet."
Irwin shook his head. It was not easy to formulate a story. He could only see a hazy image.
Cinderella emphasized, "Well...it must have a happy ending!"
"Of course, of course, it must be a happy ending," Irwin said, "Look, didn't we all survive?"
"Too."
Cinderella crossed her arms and started pacing on the spot. Irwin didn't know what she was going to do, and she peeked at Irvin from time to time, like a thief who was about to take action, and took one last look at the fat sheep she had taken a liking to.
Suddenly, Cinderella sat by the bed and asked, "I have a question."
"explain."
“Why blue jay?”
Irwin didn't understand, "Huh? What's the problem?"
"Why is your pen name Blue Jay?"
Cinderella asked this question that she had been struggling with for a long time.
