Endless Debt

It rained heavily, and the observation deck was covered with a layer of water mist that could not be dispelled. There was lightning and thunder among the clouds, and the waves violently hit the Elysium continuously. The cruise ship swayed slightly, like a shaken mountain.

Irwin and Cinderella carefully stood on the observation deck. From this several-story high position, they could clearly face the storm. Irwin sighed softly. The scenery in front of him had a sense of shattered beauty, as if it were the world. The moment before the end, eternity is frozen here.

"I love these extreme weather conditions," Irwin said. "It's like being in another world."

Cinderella leaned on the damp railing and buttoned her clothes. It was very cold here. The howling wind passed through the gaps in her clothes, and the chill penetrated into her body.

"Then you should become an adventurer, the kind of adventurer who challenges the desperate situation of nature."

Cinderella suggested to Irwin. She and Irwin looked at the rolling wind and rain together, and they kept looking at Irwin from the corner of their eyes.

Irving Fleischer looks like a very downtrodden traveler, but he is actually a famous writer. Apart from this dual identity, he is also a killer who always has a dagger hidden in his left arm. ?

"How interesting, Irwin." This strong contrast made Cinderella even more curious. She leaned on the railing and tilted her head and asked, "So in addition to being an author, you are also a retired killer?"

"Don't worry about the identity of the killer, okay?"

Irwin shook his head, wondering why Cinderella cared so much about this. Did she think the identity of a killer was cool? He really is a child.

"Then...you are the night hunter in the story?"

Cinderella's eyes sparkled, "Those novels are not fantasy stories, but your autobiography? You wrote your hunting career into a novel, and those people on the train were enemies who noticed this, and they came to kill you. !”

Before Irwin could stop Cinderella's fantastic fantasy, she opened her mouth and started talking a lot.

"Wow! Then will they chase them here? And those weird monsters written in your story, don't they also exist?"

When she thought that the hunters walking through the night were not fake, Cinderella was speechless with excitement. Then she thought that since the night hunters existed, then as their enemies, monsters must also exist in this world.

Cinderella looked towards the dark corner in the distance and unconsciously leaned towards Irwin, as if a bloodthirsty monster was hiding in the depths.

Cinderella looked at Irwin and whispered, "No...no way?"

"Yes!"

Irwin suddenly shouted, and at the same time, thunder streaked across the sky, and a pale light shone on his face, portraying Irwin as ferocious and terrifying.

The expected screams did not sound. Irwin kept his ferocious expression, while Cinderella looked aggrieved, with tears welling up in her eyes.

Irwin put away his expression in embarrassment. In his mind, this was the first time he had encountered such a thing. For a moment, he didn't know how to comfort Cinderella, so he could only look away unnaturally and mumble.

"Feel sorry."

Irwin looked guiltily at the sea. The waves gathered into white streaks, rising and falling one after another.

Cinderella looked really angry and didn't say a word. Irwin turned his head to break the dead silence, but saw Cinderella stretching out her hand, catching the raindrops from the wind, and then smearing them on her face, pretending Crying look.

The two looked at each other.

"It's a lovely day, isn't it?"

Cinderella's words sounded extremely pale at the moment.

For a moment, Irwin felt that all his guilt was fed to the dog, while Cinderella looked like she had been caught stealing something, her eyes wandering around.

Cinderella also defended herself, "I have thought about all the sad things from childhood to adulthood, but I just can't cry..."

Irwin didn't know what to say. Ever since he met Cinderella, he felt like he was facing a strange mystery, a cunning goblin. She would always throw out some strange things that would leave you at a loss. .

"Oh my God."

Irwin covered his forehead. He realized that this was his mistake. He should not have teased Cinderella. Cinderella was a professional in this regard and would be turned against her every time.

The atmosphere returned to its original state, with faint string music coming from the wind and rain. There were only two of them on the empty observation deck, looking at the vast storm, wondering what they were thinking.

Irwin murmured, "I didn't expect you to have read the book I wrote."

"I didn't expect the mysterious blue jay to look like this," Cinderella looked at Irwin up and down, "It's so interesting."

Cinderella did not explain what she meant by interesting.

"What?" Irwin dug into his pocket and took out a pen, "Want to sign?"

"Forget it."

Cinderella waved her hand and continued, "There is a big gap between you and my fantasy image."

"Broken fantasy?"

Irwin laughed, as if he had been looking forward to this scene for a long time, "I didn't expect that the mysterious blue jay is actually just an ordinary person... maybe much worse than ordinary people."

Cinderella said, "Ordinary people can't kill the killer cleanly."

Irwin also said, "Ordinary girls can't cooperate with me to kill the enemy without any hesitation."

The conversation returned to an endless loop, with Irwin silent and Cinderella shrugging.

They are both people with secrets, and they were brought together briefly due to various wonderful experiences, just like the wolf and the wolf walking together. Under this seemingly close relationship, there is a limit that cannot be crossed. The two have a tacit understanding. They kept silent, but tested each other from time to time.

curiosity.

Irwin squinted his eyes, looking at the cold wind coming towards him, and the pattering rain hitting his face. In a daze, he seemed to have returned to many years ago, when he was still a young man, and that was the first time he met Against the Storm, it was also his first time at sea.

"You told that person that this is the end of your journey?"

Cinderella wiped the raindrops from her face, and she remembered the conversation between Irwin and Nolen. Cinderella didn't know how long Irwin had been traveling and where he came from, but judging from the conversation, Freeport would be Irwin. the end point.

Irwin said, "So be it."

"What are you going to do after your trip? Go home and continue writing your book?"

"I've told you before, I don't like endings, let alone the so-called end," Irwin smiled. "The end of one journey will be the beginning of another."

"Then what do you want to do on your next trip?" Cinderella continued to ask, "This trip is to see your old friends, so what is the driving force for your next trip?"

Irwin thought for a moment, smiled and shook his head, "You wouldn't believe it even if I told you."

"Tell me about it," Cinderella was very curious, "Just treat it like a lie to me."

"Um……"

Irwin frowned, and then revealed the secret in his heart.

"eternal life."

Cinderella was stunned for a moment, then Irwin emphasized.

"This journey is just to say goodbye to old friends so as not to leave any regrets. The journey after this is the real journey.

The journey to find eternal life. "

Thunder light floated in the sky, reflecting Irwin's face in black and white, and his pale hair danced in the strong wind. Cinderella looked into Irwin's eyes, and from those eyes, she could see herself clearly.

Cinderella praised, "It sounds like the speech of the villain in the story."

She then said, "Eternal life? Are you serious?"

Irwin laughed, "Look, I told you you wouldn't believe it."

"Say goodbye to old friends and avoid regrets... Do you think you will die searching for eternal life?"

"That is eternal life after all, Cinderella. If you ignore the constraints of fate and time and want to usurp such a thing, you will inevitably have to pay a price."

Irwin was fearless when it came to death.

Cinderella was a little shocked. She guessed that Irwin was lying to her. How could there be any immortality in this world? But she also felt that Irwin was not lying.

The girl's body trembled, as if the cold wind was wrapping her body and freezing her nerves. The atmosphere at the moment was really like the one in the story, the birth of a sinister secret, the rise of another evil will, the rational poet To throw yourself into madness for eternal life.

Irwin's smile gradually became strange. It was as if he was smiling deliberately, with the corners of his mouth raised forcefully, exposing his teeth.

Cinderella backed away in fear. After another thunder, Irwin suddenly put away all his weird behavior and returned to his familiar appearance, as if everything that just happened was just an illusion.

"Did it scare you?"

Irwin looked victorious, "I'm pretty good at telling horror stories."

Cinderella folded her arms in front of her to protect herself. She was stunned in place. After being in a daze for a long time, she finally recovered and said in a slow voice.

"A horror story?" Cinderella said. "It's just a story?"

"if not?"

Irwin looked nonchalant, as if everything he just said was just a make-up lie, "You don't really believe that there is any eternal life in this world, do you?"

Irwin then whispered, "You don't still believe that there really are night hunters and monsters in this world, right?"

Cinderella didn't speak. She showed a wronged expression. This time she was not pretending. She was really frightened by the terrifying aura Irwin showed.

"asshole!"

She hammered Irwin's body angrily, and Irwin laughed, feeling very good about being able to wrest something from the girl's hand.

"Stop testing each other, Cinderella."

Irwin grabbed the girl's hands and she was like a cat being held up, unable to move.

"You are curious about my secret, and I am also curious about your secret." Irwin suggested, "How about we exchange secrets?

I tell you my past and you tell me your future. "

Irwin did not wait for Cinderella's reply. He faced the storm and told his own story.

"That was thirty-three years ago..."