Esseret

Why did the hard-fought dream end with landslides and ground cracks, and rumbling thunder came from the ground, the sky, and from all directions.A ray of light splits, and looking back, it is my own shadow that is rotten in two—first, there is a crack on the top of the head, which is precarious; then the fingers are falling down like unstable building blocks, facial features and more All the parts were loose in a mess... While there was still a little light, there was only a crooked square and a pile of broken dust on the ground.

"...Brant!"

Brandt covered his mouth and squatted down, curled up into a ball.He felt some stomach cramps, acid regurgitation after a while, and couldn't stop retching.He sensed the rotten atmosphere, he just wanted to escape, he didn't want to pollute this peaceful holy place.

"Brant!"

He wanted to fall from this cliff, but there was a small stream under the cliff, like a child smiling and showing beautiful teeth; maybe he could get into the ground, but the sleeping people lying side by side did not want to be awakened...Brant Looking at the corner of the sky without stars, hoping to see some flaws there.Maybe there is also a mountain there, and there is a star blinking in the deeper place. His eyes are all over the sky, all-encompassing, and salvation can be obtained with just a glance.

The water of the Esseret River flows day after day, and the people beside him stand still under the early morning street lights.The "dong dong" outside the door relaxed, and Brant woke up naturally.He looked at the distance where the river flowed, connecting with the sky and the earth, turning into a long cloud and rushing back to Eseret.But his vision didn't stop there, he seemed to be able to see farther, and even though he couldn't imagine anything, his eyes widened and he had a strange impulse.But this impulsiveness was like an illusion. When he looked at the people by the river, he forgot the short-term stimulation.

Colin crossed his arms and leaned against the lamp post of the street lamp. The pattern on his left arm was hidden in the shadow on the side, and only the side of his cheek was outlined with a faint light.He glanced up, then gently lowered his head and closed his eyes to rest.

16. "Belief can be a one-time drain on a person, doubt a continual torment."

The sun draws an arc across the sky and hides at the back end of the cloud, revealing a small tail, sweeping out a few almost transparent cloud bubbles comfortably, rippling like a puddle stepped on by pedestrians on a rainy night, with lines circled one after another Enclosure, as if looking up from the bottom of the water.The aroma of the tavern was constantly stirred amidst the sound of the bells, and the people in the morning seemed calm and courteous.

Seeing Brant lazily going downstairs, Judy gave him a complaining look, and then motioned him in the direction of Colin.

"I know." Brant mouthed and yawned along the way.

"...Didn't you take a break?" Ke Lin raised his eyes and took another bite of vegetable cake with his head buried.

Brant said to himself, "I slept well."

Colin chewed and wiped his mouth.He pushed the bottle away and stared at Brant in silence.

"What wine to drink early in the morning." Although his mouth was murmuring, he couldn't help but stretched out his hand to the half bottle of water. The tiny bubbles in it were tinkling, and Brant couldn't help swallowing.But the hand restrainedly pushed the bottle back, and the owner of the hand leaned back on the chair.

"Ha..." Colin closed his eyes and let out a sigh of relief, and then took another deep breath.During this period, Brant kept tilting his head to admire the people coming and going outside the window, looking at the beautiful skirts of those women, and then his eyes stopped at a certain place, as if caught in a muddy trap, motionless as if he was a sculpture.The doorbell rang, and Colin opened his eyes to look at the dignified man.

"You…" He was about to discuss sleep or something, and then let the overwhelming emotion throw the filth in the guy's face, spit and slap him.But his partner whispered in his ear not to, reminded him of the purpose of his trip, corrected his violent impulses.

"...This, this thing." It sounded like he was gnashing his teeth, and Colin put the small bag on the table with trembling hands. The smell inside became slightly but still full of special impact.

Brant raised his eyebrows, and Colin couldn't help clasping the edge of the chair with his fingers, hoping that the table in front of him would not be overturned in the next second.

"Where did it come from?"

"...I picked it up on the ground." Colin avoided the enthusiastic gaze.

"Oh?" The man chuckled.Colin felt goose bumps all over his body.He saw the slender fingers hook the small package over, unpacked it briefly, and pondered the sachet with his index finger.

"This sachet is embroidered with the unique runes of Dongshi." The corner of Brant's mouth became more curved, "I thought you didn't go to Dongshi often."

"Ha, yes." Colin also grinned, "What kind of harmful things are you selling in the East Market?"

Brandt observed with his chin resting in a calm manner, and did not reply.The moment the person opposite stood up and fell forward, he raised his hand and slapped Colin, leaving half of his fingerprints on the side of Colin's neck.After Colin panted heavily and turned his head in astonishment, Brant stood up and pushed him on the chair, then sat back as if nothing had happened, and brought the wine bottle closer by his sleeve.

"You shouldn't carry this kind of thing with you." Brant was irritated, poking the surface of the wine bottle with his fingers.

"...Could it be, just throw it on the street casually?" Colin's eyes were a little red from the pain.

"...Hmph, that's right. There is no other way." Brandt's eyes became meaningful.

Another unbearable silence.Brant kept biting his fingertips, his eyes fixed on the sachet.Suddenly he asked about the wound, and Colin froze for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

"What injury." He quibbled.He saw that Brant was thinking, with a look of course, nodding his head with his fingers.

"...Does it matter?" He was visibly flustered.

"It's possible." Brant reached out and tore off a bit of the unbitten side of the vegetable cake, threw it into his mouth, and chewed. "Generally, the scent is debilitating, not like yours... presumably the exposure of the wound gives your hidden things a bit of the air they need to grow; and this," he pointed to the sachet, "weakens The only normal part of you, sanity or something—you should know what I mean."

Seeing that this man suddenly grabbed the vegetable cake and swallowed it indiscriminately, he choked first, then grabbed the wine bottle and gulped it down. Then he started coughing, his face flushed.In a panic, like a child who hasn't grown up, he doesn't hide himself at all.

Brant didn't want to embarrass him, so he continued unhurriedly: "Don't worry, leave this to me. But there is one thing I want to remind you—" Seeing Judy approaching, Brant wanted to get one He lit his cigarette, "Recently, the sachets in Dongshi have been mixed with fake ones, and the materials used are very strange; I know this kind of material - good goods will not flow out of West Market, so what is this kind of bad stuff? You took advantage of the loopholes to enter the East Market..." Brant stood up, moved his face closer, and exhaled a puff of white smoke, "I know you are a good boy, you should understand where the problem lies."

The doorbell rang, and Judy subconsciously looked towards the door.Seeing Colin hesitate for a moment, she turned her head and said something.His nose was pink, which set off the snake head on his arm a little scary.Immediately afterwards, Brant replied with a wry smile, his mouth moved, probably not some excessive words, Colin restrained his expression, and left as usual.

17. “What makes me despair is that I need to keep hope.”

Colin thought about all kinds of possibilities, and the strange thing was that all the possibilities were based on Brant's nonsense.This is probably where this person's strength lies. His words seem to be inherently persuasive, or the listener already has the answer in his heart, but it is only later verified by others.

Colin thought of Jesse first, and maybe another person had crossed his mind earlier, but he filtered that person out very deliberately.When the voice in his heart is haunting, clamoring "maybe it's him", he begins to place his hopes on nature and gods, which of course does not constitute any refutation.Then he starts to make up excuses to frame Jesse's crimes to exonerate another suspect—and eventually, he's too exhausted to give up, feeling like it's none of his business.

But he was the one who got the sachet—the devil's seed... Colin couldn't help tearing at the marks with his nails, deepening the black and purple scratches on his arms.He likes such lines, compared to wounds, this kind of injury brings short-term pain and accompanying pleasure.Of course, sometimes if the nails are a little longer, the skin will break if you are not careful, and things will become very troublesome, but the mood will not be relieved by this, and it will get worse.Fortunately, this time it was fine.

He just found out that Edward hadn't seen him for a few days, and the farther and longer he was away, the more he missed him, but this kind of missing didn't seem to come from love, but more like an appeal for a sense of security; it was the same as other emotions, although he Jealous Brant is jealous as hell, but he doesn't want to possess someone, only to panic because he has a premonition of someone's disappearance.

No matter who this person falls in love with, as long as he appears somewhere in Eseret and is seen by his own eyes, he will not be so eager to hide—this is his bad habit: whether it is hiding in the corner of the room, in the wardrobe After layers of clothes, they still fall into the black hole of consciousness, get into the mirror of the world, be buried by people's memory, and then slowly rot under the memory, becoming a moment of sunshine and rain.

Maybe a smart person will call this emotion "love", and there will also be a smart person who thinks that this kind of thing is just a mixture of emotions, such as a kind of excessive dependence, abnormal inferiority complex, or-or fear of being lonely to the point of losing The degree of insanity.

Ke Lin stood in front of the house entwined with green vines, wanted to knock on the door, but didn't make a move.Until Jesse opened the door with a bang and looked at him strangely, he finally