Endless Debt

"damn it!"

The vague voice echoed in the ears, and the woman's hazy face appeared in front of her eyes. She looked very angry, cursing angrily, smashing the furniture, breaking everything, and setting it on fire.

"It would have been better if you hadn't been born."

This sentence seemed to have been hidden in her heart for a long time. Now she finally said it, as if her soul had been liberated. She walked to the window and laughed, but then she cried uncontrollably.

The boy stood obediently, expressionless, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

The picture turned a little dark red, and the chill that followed engulfed his consciousness. The lonely night fell, covering him like a quilt.

Cold, very cold.

The blood and muscles all over the body seemed to be frozen, and even the bones and joints were stiff together. Sharp ice shards filled every part of the internal organs of the torso.

The boy felt that he was going to die, and died in this desolate station. Looking back on all the things he had experienced on his journey, as a homeless man, he felt that this ending was not bad.

He was very tired. As a resting place, sleeping here forever would not be a good ending.

Come unblessed and die in obscurity.

His eyelids fell heavily, and just when all the light was about to go out, the boy heard the sound of the whistle coming from the end of the night. The rumbling train broke the shackles of fate and the impending death.

The train stopped next to the abandoned platform, and the doors were fully opened. A warm and warm light floated behind the door. The moans and chants of men and women came to my ears, and the elegant strings were filled with sweet laughter.

The boy could smell the aroma of food, the viscosity of fine wine, and many beautiful faces came to him one after another, which were things he had never expected.

How beautiful...

Unfortunately, the boy had no strength anymore. He could only lower his head seriously, and then he heard the sound of light footsteps.

Someone came, and she stepped off the train and came to her side.

Reach out to yourself...

"Irwin!"

The shouting woke Irwin up, and a feeling of suffocation lingered in his chest. He opened his mouth and breathed hard, and the thick smoke rolled into his lungs, choking him and coughing painfully.

"Ha ha……"

Irwin arched his body in pain, his eyes were filled with tears, and blood flowed down his cheeks. His sluggish consciousness woke up from the nightmare, and a familiar face came into his eyes.

"Xin...Cinderella?"

Irwin gasped, he suspected he had hit his head, and for a moment, he failed to recognize the girl in front of him.

"Get up quickly!"

Cinderella grabbed Irvin's arm and dragged him hard. Of course Cinderella couldn't drag Irvin. After recovering a little strength, Irvin stood up with difficulty and climbed out of the crooked and convex elevator. .

Just as the front foot escaped from the elevator, with a metallic squeak, the elevator lost its support and continued to fall deeper. A few seconds later, a roaring impact sounded from the elevator shaft, and flames loomed.

Irwin blinked, and the vague memory gradually became clear, and he remembered what had just happened.

The elevator stalled and fell. In order to survive, Irwin pierced the gap in the elevator door with a table knife. The knife was crushed in an instant. The steel residue got stuck in the gap, slowing down the rapidly falling elevator a little.

The shock and impact took away half of Irwin's life, but Irwin still burst out with astonishing strength and roughly opened the elevator door, opening a way out.

"ah……"

Irwin groaned in pain, and his entire left hand was covered in intense pain. In order to get the table knife stuck, Irwin felt that his left hand was broken.

Taking off the dagger with difficulty with his right hand, Irwin cut his own clothes and wrapped the torn cloth around his left hand in circles to fix it.

Cinderella stood aside in a panic. She could see Irvin's miserable condition at the moment, but she was unable to help Irwin.

"I'm okay," Irwin comforted the girl, "We have to find a way to escape."

The ground was slightly tilted, and Irwin held on to the wall. After standing up, he realized that his injury was more serious than he thought. There was a sharp pain like a knife all over his body, and his legs were not working properly.

Irwin felt that his head was heavy and his neck seemed like it could not support his head. The twisted pain and exhaustion tortured his mind.

"Oh...who is she?"

The woman's gloomy and restrained singing voice sounded, lingering in Irvin's ears.

"It's a hazy memory...a pair of lingering eyes."

Irwin felt like something was crawling and stirring in his brain, like a blood-stained worm, eating away at his memories.

"Did you hear it?"

Irwin's face was covered with cold sweat, and he panted and said to Cinderella.

"What did you hear?"

Cinderella shook her head. She couldn't hear anything except the roar of the explosion and the rotation of the exhaust fan.

The pain was like a tide, attacking Irwin's nerves wave after wave, and the woman's singing became louder and clearer, as if she was right next to him, singing loudly to him.

"who is she?"

Fire opal-like pupils appeared in front of Irwin's eyes.

It was such a bright and brilliant color, so breathtaking and dazzling that Irwin reached out his hand obsessively and touched the cold face.

Suddenly all the brilliance dissipated, as if the color was extinguished, and Cinderella's burgundy eyes overlapped, replaced, and came into view.

Cinderella held Irwin's hand and asked concernedly, "Are you okay? Irwin."

Irwin looked at her blankly, those voices disappeared, and the confusion in his mind disappeared.

"It's okay, it's okay..."

Irwin wanted to tell Cinderella, but also seemed to be comforting himself, "We have to get out of here."

The hallucination disappeared and the pain returned again. Irwin held the dagger and gritted his teeth and persisted. He had to find a way to get Cinderella out of here. Staying here for a minute or a second would only make death closer.

Irwin's steps staggered a bit. In the impact of the elevator falling, a broken piece of iron pierced his thigh, causing blood to flow all over the floor.

Cinderella supported Irwin, walking slowly in the dim corridor with slow and slow steps.

"Actually, I don't have a sister."

In the long silence, Cinderella suddenly spoke. She smiled as she spoke. In this dim and decaying scene, her smile was soothing.

"oh."

Seeing Irwin's reaction so calmly, Cinderella said loudly, "Is it just 'oh'?"

She expected Irwin to have a more emotional reaction, and yelling would be better than this lifeless reaction.

Irwin stared ahead. The explosion affected the power system and the corridor was completely dark. He needed to carefully identify the direction.

"I guess you didn't tell me the truth," Irwin had already realized. "To be precise, there was no truth in your mouth."

Cinderella was stunned. She never thought that Irwin would say this, "Then why did you..."

"I'm just curious about what you want to do."

Irwin wiped the blood on his face. It interfered with his vision. "Once a person becomes curious about another person, he will be very patient and tolerant, just like an old hunter. Waiting for the prey to appear."

His eyes fell on Cinderella. He was obviously an author and had been dealing with words all year round, but Irwin didn't know how to describe this girl for a while, as if all his modifications and descriptions could not perfectly explain everything about her.

"So what is your wish, Cinderella?"

Irwin asked in a strange way, not asking about her destination or what she wanted to do, but the "wishes" that came from her heart.

Cinderella fell silent. Irwin didn't push her. He just needed someone to talk to him to stay awake. He could talk about anything.

The short sword penetrated the crack of the door. Irwin hit the hilt hard and forcefully opened the door. This should be someone's bedroom. Irwin rummaged through the cabinet and found some medical supplies from the cabinet.

"Cinderella, weren't you very good at chattering before?"

The surroundings were too quiet, Irwin said as he treated his wounds, "Say something...even if it's just a lie to me."

The dagger cut open the pants, and Irwin gritted his teeth and fumbled for the fragments that pierced into the flesh.

Cinderella squatted aside. Irwin seemed to see through her disguise and disrupted her pace. She seemed a little confused and at a loss.

"Actually, we are the same," Irwin added. "We are all good at lying."

Talking about these things, Irwin laughed to himself, "You know? The better a guy is at lying, the more suitable he is for writing."

Cinderella didn't understand, "Why?"

"A liar will carefully fabricate a true and seamless story in order to deceive the other party and make the other party believe it is true...or a lie."

Irwin took a deep breath and pulled out the fragment. The severe pain caused him to lose the ability to speak for a moment. After a while, he continued slowly.

"What's the difference between an author and a liar? No, an author is better than a liar.

The lies created by the author are the most twisted. The readers know that they are false, but still, under the author's exquisite deceitful and emotional description, they can't help but fall into that virtual world, and even feel that somewhere in this world, there is something real. The existence imagined in the story of existence...

Like a bleak, blurry dream that will eventually burst like a bubble. "

Beautiful and cruel.

"Look, isn't this a perfect fraud? You know it's a lie, but you still go out of your way to do it."

Irwin bandaged the wound. Thanks to his early survival experience, this kind of thing was not difficult for Irwin.

"The author is essentially a fraudster, deceiving others with false illusions."

Irwin raised his head and glanced at Cinderella, "You are very good at deceiving people and have the talent to become an author."

"If we make it out alive, I can teach you how to write."

Cinderella didn't respond. She slowly leaned forward and sat down. This energetic and always imposing girl seemed really tired at this moment.

She glanced at the embarrassed Irvin and thought of the absurdity of this journey and Irvin's strange reasoning just now...

"I want to see whales."

A mosquito-like sound echoed in the silence, and Irwin thought he had heard wrongly.

"I've never seen a whale."

Cinderella's voice was a little higher and she told Irwin.

"So I wanted to see the whales with my own eyes."