The world controlled by dice [Western Fantasy]

Before going to Garrett's dreamland, he went to the farm to confirm the language problem with the puppet.

"Of course, we all know other languages ​​in the world." The puppet tilted its head and said seriously.

Other puppets repeat the sentence in other languages.

He was a little surprised, but he was not so surprised when he thought that this place was related to an old god after all.After all, if the gods can only speak one language, it seems impossible to gain the belief of human beings all over the world.

No, it should be said that it seems to have gone beyond the scope of language.

Of course, for him, this is indeed a good thing.Because, these puppets are reliable enough translators.

He needed the puppet to act as an interpreter between him and Garrett Gielgud.But when he expressed this intention, the tiny No. [-] figure jumped off the miniature stage model, and then jumped onto his shoulders.

It said in his ear: "After leaving this house, you can manipulate me as in reality. You can even make me speak, no matter what language. Of course, before you leave the dream, you are responsible Send me back."

He was slightly surprised again.However, at the same time, he also realized that there are still many abilities to be developed on the puppet side.

Of course, it would be great if it comes in handy.

So, when Mr. Ghost appeared in Garrett Gielgud's dream, there was a smiling child doll sitting on his shoulder.

The main scene of the dream is the port, just like the port they visited in the morning.But here in Garrett, the originally neat and clean port was stained with blood.

Large patches of blood, broken arms and limbs scattered on the ground, as well as those sticky bloody mud like minced meat, are very conspicuously distributed in various places in the port.

The sky in the dream is also blood-colored.It's like someone covered your eyes with a red cloth.The bright blood color was so obvious that Mr. Ghost subconsciously frowned the moment he entered here.

The puppet also moved because of his uneasy mood.He reached out and tapped the puppet's head, and whispered, "Sit down."

And the puppet stared at him with a pair of dark eyes, as if to say that it was Mr. Ghost who caused all this, and he came to knock it on the head.

Mr. Ghost's leather shoes stepped on the minced meat, leaving his own footprints like on the red mud of an isolated island.

The owner of the dream seemed to have discovered the uninvited guest, and seemed to be just frightened by this nightmarish scene. Mr. Phantom felt the whole dream tremble.

Farther away, there were bursts of noise.But the voice seemed a bit messy, like a jammed horn, the voice fluctuated high and low, fragmented, and the words did not match the words.

Mr. Ghost walked over and saw that the owner of this dream was arguing with a group of sailors.

In the dream, Garrett was not an adult, but a young boy.At this moment, he looked to be twelve or thirteen years old at most. He was wearing a white vest, with a thin figure, and he looked stubborn and stubborn.

"Why don't you want me to come on board?" He just kept repeating this sentence, this question.

"The infamous Garrett Gielgud..."

"The man's son..."

"He killed us all..."

"Everyone on board!"

"He enjoys wealth all by himself..."

"And we died at the bottom of the sea..."

"The souls of the dead on the island will avenge us..."

Garrett's repeated questions got different answers.Countless people's answers resounded throughout the dreamland.Garrett yelled.In the next second, the scene in the dream suddenly changed.

Mr. Ghost saw a dilapidated fishing village and the dilapidated small houses in the fishing village.Garrett took the form of a grown man and stood there silently.In the house, the woman's cry was endless.

They all seem to know the identity of this woman well.

"...Who are you?" Garrett said suddenly, "Why did you appear in my dream?"

He spoke Middletonian.But Mr. Phantom suddenly felt as if he understood Garrett's meaning.He thought of the No. [-] puppet sitting on his shoulder, and thought for a while.

Now his senses seem to be involved with the No. [-] puppet, so he seems to have mastered the language ability of the No. [-] puppet.But in reality he couldn't achieve this.

Is it because the power of Akamala he has now is not enough to directly interfere with reality?

While thinking, Mr. Ghost manipulated the puppet to make a sound: "You can think of me as a ghost in a dream."

Doll No. [-] is a smiling child, and its voice is also shrill and tender, very immature.In terms of sound alone, it does seem pretty harmless.But Mr. Ghost knew very well that Garrett would not let his guard down so easily.

Garrett turned around and looked at Mr. Phantom with a vigilant expression. He said, "Pretending to be a ghost."

indeed so.thought Mr. Ghost.However, he didn't care what Garrett thought.

Doll No. [-] raised his hand very friendly, waved to Garrett, and then said to himself: "Your mother is crying. Is it because your disobedient son broke her heart? Oh no, And her cruel, cold-blooded husband."

Garrett was taken aback, astonishment and panic flashed in his eyes.He forced himself to calm down, and then said: "You don't know anything, why do you say that?"

"So you really left home to keep those things away from your mother." The childish voice of the puppet said slowly, "Does your mother know this? Maybe not, because this is true enough.

"...Poor mother. Even though her son was protecting her, he did hurt her. Now, the people she loves leave one after another, leaving her alone..."

"Shut up!" Garrett said suddenly and fiercely. "What do you know! You pretending puppet!"

He rushed forward fiercely, trying to directly restrain Mr. Ghost and his puppet.But the puppet stood up from Mr. Ghost's shoulders, kicked out, and also rushed towards Garrett.

Despite the huge difference in size, the tiny foot of the doll landed on Garrett's cheek, knocking his jaw straight out of the way.Garrett fell straight backwards.

And the puppet stood on his chest, bouncing and stepping on it for a while, and then said: "Don't do this, Mr. Gielgud. You also know that being fierce can't bring any good results."

Garrett was shaking with pain.Of course, this kind of pain is not just because he was kicked by the puppet, but because of all kinds of things in his life earlier.

"Then, I'll take it as your consent," said the doll. "Let's talk."

Garrett didn't respond, just stared at the sky blankly.The woman's cries continued.

The puppet raised its foot, wiped it on Garrett's clothes, and kicked it hard, jumping back onto Mr. Ghost's shoulder.It used a lot of strength, and it stomped on Garrett until he stopped breathing.He sat up and coughed twice.

And Mr. Ghost and his puppet watched him quietly.

"...Even if we talk about it, so what?" Garrett said hoarsely, "Can it change everything now?"

"If you don't try this way, nothing will change." The puppet said matter-of-factly, "it's up to people."

"Ha, this..." Garrett sneered, "It's not like someone from Middleton said it. People from Middleton have never been like this."

These words made Mr. Phantom have some thoughts in his heart.He thought of the painter Frank Longey.His paintings depict human beings actively resisting the storm, which is considered by some to be Middleton's cultural heritage and spiritual symbol.

For others, however, that was never the case.

However, Mr. Phantom didn't fall into thinking at this time, because he still had to continue to manipulate the puppet and make corresponding actions in line with the human design.

Then Doll One said, "So what about Middleton? It's a big world, Mr. Gielgud. If you're limited to the acre in front of you, you probably can't do anything.

"Of course, if you don't solve the problem in front of you now, then you may not be able to do anything. Can you live in Bethune? I don't think you can. After all, your family and career are all in Kingston. rai.

"You won't have the heart to let your mother think you're dead. You're desperate to get back to Kingsley."

Garrett's eyes darkened, and he said, "You really know me."

The puppet was noncommittal, but still said in the harmless voice of humans and animals: "Maybe that's right. So, can we have a good chat?"

Garrett was silent for a moment.During the moment of his silence, the woman's cry still lingered in their ears.

"...It's so annoying!" Garrett suddenly yelled irritably.

After this sound, the woman's crying finally disappeared.The bloody sky also cleared up slightly.

He said in a low voice: "I don't know what you want. The truth, or something else. I can only say that I don't know those things. I just... I just need to let my mother live well."

Mr. Ghost and his puppet were silent.

So Garrett clenched his fist and finally said, "What do you want to know?"

"You were not born when your father left," said the doll. "So, how do you know about your father?"

"Because people came to my house one after another later." Garrett said almost without thinking.

The puppet asked, "Why?"

Garrett sneered: "You are really inquisitive. Okay, let me tell you slowly. In short, my father's incident was a big one. I can't describe in detail how big it is. I know That involves some big names.

"So this matter has not been resolved for several years. After my mother gave birth to me, when I was about ten years old, during those ten years, a relevant person still popped up from time to time and came to my house to ask for information. Or just insult us.

"Those people are either the family members of those sailors, or they are people related to the group of merchants who hired my father-you should probably know what happened to my father at that time?"

Mr. Phantom thought, no wonder Garrett's expression changed so obviously when he heard that he knew the dead businessman and had a position to ask for relevant information.It seems to be due to the psychological shadow caused by childhood experiences.

Because of this distraction, he didn't have time to answer Garrett's question.

So Garrett said, "Forget it, let me tell you about the incident I know, and it can be regarded as an exchange of information, so as not to talk about chickens and ducks." He paused, and then said, "It's over. Many years have passed, some things I can't remember clearly, and some things..."

He was silent for a long time, and finally said: "It seems to have been carved into the soul."

His tone calmed down completely, and then he told Mr. Ghost and his doll what happened more than 30 years ago.

"I pieced it together from many people, and I finally got a general idea of ​​what happened. It was my father who had the accident, and I was my father's son, but I didn't know anything about it at the beginning.

"The people I just mentioned came to my house like debt collectors. Those people provided some information; after that, I gradually became interested in the ocean because of the appearance of these people...

"...My mother really didn't want me to follow my father's old path, but at that time, I didn't know what kind of psychology was based on it. I just wanted to investigate exactly what mistakes my father made back then, so that my Childhood, my mother's widowhood, was so rough.

"So I ignored my mother's objection and went to the port to hang out with those old sailors. At first they didn't know my identity, but they gradually became clear. Anyway, I also got some news from them.

"Later, I made a name for myself and accepted the employment of some people. They also knew some relevant information more or less, although many years later, their information was more or less contradictory.

"...Some people even think that my father got rich and left his wife and son to go to Bethune. Ha, if they are willing, then we can give this 'luck' to that guy."

Garrett sneered, showing obvious malice.

Afterwards, he took a deep breath and temporarily suppressed his emotions.He continued: "In short, I learned about what happened back then from various sources and from different people.

"When my father went to sea, he was already in his 30s. He's always been in that business, which is... looking for a 'good boat', hoping to pick up some antiques from it, or something to make money Come on, save some money.

"This business made him a little bit of money, but it's okay to say that he actually earned something. He married my mother, and his life gradually settled down, so he wanted to leave this business and switch to an ordinary job. Fishermen, catch fish all day long, and don't have to scare my mother.

"I think so. But my mother was pregnant at the time, and he felt that he needed to earn more money, so when the old captain came to my house and asked him to run one last business trip, he finally agreed. .

"He wanted to take this last chance to earn some money so that he could properly support the family, and after that, he would wash his hands and stop doing such dangerous things... It was a good idea, but he didn't have this chance in the end. .

"Anyway, they set off. The captain of the fleet is an old acquaintance of my father, and when something happens to them, the captain's wife is also the person who comes to our house the most. Ha, it is indeed an old acquaintance.

"My father also knew a lot of other sailors on the ship. They caused us a lot of trouble after that. This is a story. In short, the businessmen who hired them at that time actually came with some folklorists and some artists. of.

"They want to go to the Folio Sea, and they are very interested in the ocean to the north. In addition, they also heard that there are some isolated islands in the Folio Sea, and there are some aborigines on the island. They are also very interested in this marine ecology. interested.

"If you want me to say, this thing is quite common, I also met a foreigner who was interested in this thing not long ago.

"However, the luck of my father's group is really bad. They insisted on going to sea, encountered a storm, and ended up living on a genuine aboriginal island.

"Then, they couldn't stay on that island and wait for rescue. They had conflicts with those aborigines, they were forced back to the dilapidated boat, and they encountered some weird things on the way back... …

"...In the end, only my father came back alive. When my father came back, he brought a clay bowl."

Having said that, Garrett stopped, and then a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

Taking this opportunity, Mr. Phantom also sorted out the information Garrett said.

Enoch Gielgud. More than 30 years ago, the reason why he went to sea was because a group of businessmen, folklorists, and artists jointly hired a fleet to explore the aboriginal culture on the Folio Sea and isolated islands.

The captain of the fleet was Enoch's old boss, and Enoch himself wanted to take this opportunity to make the last sum of money.So, they set foot on the journey together.

They encountered a storm at sea, drifted to an isolated island, and had conflicts with the aborigines on the isolated island. They had to return to the dilapidated ship and tried to return to Kingsley.

And it was on the way back that they encountered some weird things that caused the final tragedy.Only Enoch returned to Kingsley alone, and he was carrying a clay bowl.

...clay bowls.

This statement made Mr. Phantom feel strange.For he realized that the clay was likely to be related to the ceramics that were now popular in Bethune, and the bowl, the bowl used for eating-that quite obviously represented Temiafa, the god of gluttony and lust.

In other words, that isolated island is likely to be the territory of a group of followers of the old gods.And this group of sailors, sailors, businessmen, folklorists, and artists who wandered on it probably encountered some disasters because they discovered some problems or took some objects.

But why, Enoch can survive?

Mr. Ghost didn't ask the question directly, and he suspected that Garrett wasn't particularly aware of it.

Garrett paused for a moment, then said, "Something just didn't feel right from that point on."

He sat on the ground with a very confused and nervous expression in his eyes.

It seemed that just remembering what happened at that time would terrify him; when in fact, he may have just been born at that time, or even not born at that time, just hearing about it from other people.

He said: "They had been gone for a long time and people said they were all buried in fish belly, even my mother thought so. I know this because I once stumbled across some ritual objects in the house. .

"I asked my mother, and she told me it was because she thought my father was dead, so she prepared the tomb in advance. Anyway, everyone thought they died in the storm.

"...Because, at that time, there was the worst storm in those decades on the Folio Sea. According to some old sailors, in the past century, that was the most terrifying storm, and it lasted for a month or two. .

"In some places, there was even a famine because they couldn't go fishing. It was during that time... Of course, this is not uncommon. In some small fishing villages, people always think that fishing is the only thing they have. way of life.

"...It's a bit of a stretch. Anyway, when my father came back, there was a sensation in Kingsley. Everyone wanted to know what happened and how my father survived.

"They caught and questioned my father for a long time, but my father didn't say anything important. After that, my father came home ... he became a little strange.

"Some people said that he became very gluttonous and could eat a lot at each meal; others said that he became more and more fond of eating raw food and raw meat, and even ate dirty fish guts with blood.

"...my mother's version was that at the time my father was only happy to eat out of that clay bowl. She didn't mention those other people's claims, but I knew it was true because my mother felt the same...fear.

"This matter gradually became a big problem. You must also know that there are some magical forces in this world. More than 30 years ago, Kingsley was still a relatively ignorant place. People thought that my father, and other people on the ship Those people have provoked weird and dangerous things.

"They also said that the reason why my father came back alive is because this thing wants to spread its power, wants to pollute the whole city, and wants to kill everyone.

"As my father's strange behavior continued day by day, people became more and more afraid. Finally, it became a big deal, and someone came to my house and said that my father was going to be beheaded in the middle of the town, because that's the only way to completely remove the blood. Such an evil force.

"...I really don't understand how they came up with this method. Anyway, this incident caused some conflicts. Some old sailors still protected my father at that time, but ordinary residents felt that they couldn't bear it anymore.

"The tribe above heard about this and felt that my father's situation was really weird, so they sent an investigation team and took him to the capital Bethune, together with the clay bowl.

"...Therefore, there have never been any legends about getting rich or lucky sailors. The premise of a 'good ship' is that it is a safe 'good ship'."

Garrett's voice trailed off.

"What happened to your father then?" the puppet asked.

"He never came back. He never came back," Garrett said. "Bethune sent someone saying he was dead, dying of madness. I'd love to believe that, but my mother Not happy.

"The tomb prepared by my father when he went to sea has not been buried until now. Of course, I think my father will never come back. Thirty years have passed."

The puppet asked a little confused: "Didn't you and your mother go to Bethune to confirm this?"

"Of course we did!" Garrett was a little annoyed. "But what do you think those big shots could give us? They'd just say, ah, that stinky sailor's wife and son. That tone of contempt as if we It's like garbage.

"My father never saw anyone alive or dead. Time dragged on and the investigators couldn't get in touch one by one. He might have died a long time ago. What can my mother and I do?"

Mr. Ghost and his puppet fell silent.

Garrett was also silent.After a while, he sighed, and his tone suddenly became a little calmer."It's a relief to say these things," he said.

"...I also had an accident not long ago. You may know. Although I just encountered some strange things in the storm, not as thrilling as what happened to my father, but...

"I seem to have followed my father's old path. Everyone died, and I was the only one who came back. My mother's worries seemed to be right from beginning to end. "

As his voice gradually weakened, the woman's crying sounded again.

Mr. Ghost frowned.

The doll said, "It's never been a cowardly thing to be alive."

Garrett raised his eyes in astonishment, and looked over.

The puppet said, "Even in the case of you and your father." The child's voice seemed immature, but the tone was anything but, "Don't let the death of others become your death."

Garrett's eyes shook, he trembled, and then covered his face.Mr. Ghost saw his tears, but he kept a polite silence.This is Garrett's nightmare.

The blood-colored sky gradually became clearer.Of course, clouds still cover many, many areas.It's just that the sun is shining on this dilapidated little house.

The woman's cries also completely disappeared.

After a while, Garrett wiped his face nonchalantly, and said, "Thank you. Well, that sounds awkward. Anyway, thanks."

The human idol shrugged decently and said, "You're welcome."

"So, why do you want to know these things?" Garrett asked instead. "Are you looking into all this?"

"It's not just about your father." The puppet said, "I can provide you with two pieces of information. First, more than 30 years ago, your father's affairs also had a huge impact on Bethune.

"At that time, the archbishop of the former church in Middleton disappeared, and there has been no trace for more than 30 years. Moreover, at that time, someone related to the clay bowl appeared in Bethune to search for the clay bowl.

"Secondly, in recent years, a kind of ceramics has suddenly become popular in Bethune. The material comes from isolated islands in the Sea of ​​Folio. These clays are made into dinner plates and become tableware for some big shots."

There was shock in Garrett's eyes, and he couldn't help saying: "They are crazy! Use such dangerous things!"

The doll simply said, "Maybe so. However, I'm not sure if this dirt is related to your father's clay bowl."

"Let me investigate this matter." Garrett said with a sneer, "I happen to be in Bethune. I think the people behind these things... I'm afraid they have bad intentions.

"Maybe nothing can be investigated about what happened more than 30 years ago, but what happened now is still possible. I would be happy to let those big people die, but I don't want my father to die in an unclear way."

Mr. Ghost and his dolls acquiesce to this.

Garrett exhaled, seemingly returning to his rumored go-it-for-nothing style.He said, "So, Ghost, shall we see you later?"

"Of course, Mr. Gielgud." The doll said politely, "I will come to your dreamland again the night after tomorrow."

Garrett showed a very reluctant expression, and he said, "Ghost, do you know that your behavior is spying on other people's privacy?"

"So I try not to do that." The puppet is very frank.

Garrett was speechless.He said, "Then go!"

Mr. Ghost left his dream and returned to the isolated island.Another small tree appeared on the island, but Garrett's tree didn't seem as healthy as Gindo's.

He looked at it for a while, thinking that it was just an invisible feeling, but it did exist.

The three children were not dreaming, so he first sent the No. [-] doll back to the farm, and thanked the doll for playing.

After returning to the miniature stage model in the hut, the No. [-] figure can move independently.It showed a thoughtful expression, and then said: "Sir, you are really amazing, I really appreciate your repertoire arrangement."

He couldn't help but startled, then smiled slightly.

He said goodbye to the dolls—the number one figure was already chirping with the others about the stories it had heard—and returned to the deep sea dream alone.

He first thought about the message from Garrett Gielgud.Overall, the existence of that "clay bowl" opened his mind at once, and at the same time made him aware of some secrets that might exist behind it.

In any case, the speculation that the "island whale" is the paradise of Temiafa seems to be more and more credible.

In addition, he also noticed a very subtle detail - beheading.

Garrett said that some residents of Kingsley wanted to take his father to the center of the town to behead him, thinking that this would get rid of that terrible evil force.

...town centers.beheaded.

He thought of the tribal ruins where Alfonso Carlyle and Emmanuel had been.When Alfonso later described the place to him, he also mentioned the guillotine in the center of the village.

The existence of this kind of lynching seems to be based on an ignorant idea, but the two echo each other.Is there anything in common among these?Would people have chosen a similar approach to these "lunatics" in older times?

This may require more literature to prove.Perhaps he could try asking Alfonso, the folklorist who might know more about this.

Thinking of this, he habitually searched the dreams of Herman Grove, Professor Dunlop and others, but still found nothing.He couldn't help sighing.

He noticed that Qinduo was dreaming, so he went to Qinduo's dream.

Cendo still appeared in a room in the Praia family's old mansion, but this time his expression was not so gloomy.Instead, he was waiting with joy for Mr. Ghost to appear.

Mr. Phantom saw at a glance that Qin Duo obviously had something to gain.

...Of course, the appearance of a lover will also make Qin Duo feel happy, but now Qin Duo obviously has a feeling of elation.He seemed to be trying to get a reward for his harvest.

"Here you are!" said Gindo. "I was thinking of you."

"Good evening, Gyndo," said Mr. Ghost. "Looks like you've got some good news over there."

"...I really can't hide anything from you." Qin Duo said so, but also showed an uncontrollable smile. He said, "I successfully entered the Tau cemetery."

Although Mr. Ghost had some mental preparations, he couldn't help being surprised.He said, "How did you do it?"

"Just follow the method you said, find a person who died in a foreign land, and enshrine him." Qin Duo said, "I did all these with my own hands... Well, I have learned some relevant knowledge, and the common The fate of the Raya family, though that's not what it is...

"Anyway, when I successfully embalmed that person, I felt that things...the world, something changed. I don't know how to describe the feeling...I realized that something happened, changed me and changed out of this world.”

Mr. Ghost listened patiently.

Qin Duo was obviously a little excited, he seemed a little incoherent, so he took a deep breath.He leaned in and hugged Mr. Ghost.

The latter laughed and said, "I am your tranquilizer?"

It seems that there is no such thing as a tranquilizer in this era, but Qin Duo can understand what Mr. Ghost means.Qin Duo said: "You are the medicine that heals me."

That's very Gyndo-like, Mr. Ghost thought.

He couldn't help admitting, though, that he felt a furry emotion at the words.At the same time, he thinks this furry mood is much better than the soft mood last night.

He smiled a little.

"Okay, Qindo, it's time to continue." He urged gently.

Qin Duo muttered something, but said obediently: "Okay. That happened yesterday. After I felt that strange feeling yesterday, I couldn't find the entrance to Tau's cemetery. Until...just now."

"...Just now?" Mr. Ghost was a little confused.

An unbelievable idea appeared in his brain, but he felt that it was completely... unbelievable in the true sense.

"It's here. I didn't dream yesterday, so I didn't find Tau's cemetery." Qin Duo whispered, "Tau's cemetery is in my dream."

Mr. Ghost suddenly realized something, and he looked out the window.

Qin Duo said: "Yes, it is the cemetery outside the window... it is here. This is the Tau cemetery."

Mr. Phantom said in a bit of shock: "So, when I enter your dream, I also enter Tau's cemetery."

Qin Duo nodded, but at the same time he said a little troubled: "I have to say... I have to say, I'm not sure. Things don't seem to be that simple. It should be said that my dream is equal to that of Tau Cemetery. Entrance."

Mr. Phantom suddenly realized, he said: "So, I can't enter Tau Cemetery, but I can watch it here."

"Yes." Qindo said affirmatively, "And, if you hadn't entered my dream before, allowing me to maintain my sanity in the dream, then it would be impossible for me to find out that this is Tau's cemetery."

Mr. Ghost frowned.He said: "This means that Lygardia's Paradise is attached to Akamala's Paradise... How can this be? Doesn't the power of the old gods exist in isolation?"

"Maybe it has something to do with what happened in the Shadow Period?" Qin Duo guessed, with a casual attitude, because he was very happy at the moment and didn't want to pay attention to those puzzles, "So, before Lygardia embarked on the journey, , He hides his paradise in the dream bubble."

Mr. Ghost nodded slowly.This is indeed a possibility, although it seems... Akamala and Lygardia are too close.

However, the relationship between these old gods was originally quite complicated.Qindo once speculated that Ruthmi and Amoys were lovers—of course, it seems that this possibility can be said to be zero—but this is enough to prove that the long years have allowed these old gods to love each other" cooked".

They stood by the window and looked out at the Tau cemetery.

When Mr. Phantom saw this cemetery, he felt that the tomb seemed too boundless, but now, this cemetery is actually the Tau cemetery, so he felt that his intuition was correct at the beginning.

Of course, his perspective seems to be different from Qindo's.Qin Duo may be able to see more from this picture.

Now, Qin Duo tilted his head and leaned on his shoulder, looking at the cemetery with somewhat confused eyes.

"What can you see?"