The ceremony took place in the living room upon entering.
It's big enough and soundproofed well enough.
In anticipation of the ceremony being held today, Welch gave the housekeeper and servants a day off early in the morning, and they would not come back until tomorrow morning.
Because he is the so-called "back-up man of the family's revival", the unsealing ceremony recorded in the notes is not difficult, and is even quite simple, so simple that ordinary people can complete it.
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The three of them spent some time setting up the ceremony venue according to the guidance from the interpreted content.
Then, they began to recite "spells" and perform improvised "dances" with stiff and weird movements, like marionettes.
Gradually, their movements were no longer stiff in imitation, but truly began to become stiff.
At a certain moment, the notebook of the Antigonus family placed behind the three candles suddenly opened by itself. A thin shadow invisible to ordinary people originated from the notebook and quickly spread outside the house, even to the lawn and garden. included in it.
The "squeaking" of paper pages quickly subsided.
In the notebook, there is a picture drawn on the open page.
That is the "Fool" wearing gorgeous clothes and gorgeous headdress!
Under "The Fool", there is a line of Hermetic language written:
"Everyone dies, including me."
Suddenly, the corners of "The Fool's" mouth curled up!
…
The ceremony went smoothly.
However, after completing the ceremony, the movements of the three of them became slightly stiff.
Welch saw Klein off, got on the carriage and left, and he returned to the living room on the second floor.
In the room, Naya was already kneeling on the chair, burying her face in the washbasin filled with water. Her brown hair fell down softly and swayed in the wind, but her whole body remained motionless.
The corners of Welch's mouth twitched to both sides, giving a stiff and sinister smile.
Then, he walked to the wall and slammed his forehead against the wall.
Once, twice, three times... until his forehead was completely shattered and covered in blood, he fell to the ground on his back, staring at the ceiling.
On the wall, there were traces of Welch’s impact one after another, dripping with blood.
…
The carriage carried Klein through one street after another, and finally stopped next to a building that resembled a unit building.
Obviously, this is not No. 6 Daffodil Street.
The building has three floors, and there are only two houses on each staircase at each entrance.
Klein walked up to the third floor at an even and steady pace with slightly stiff steps, and knocked on the door on the left.
Soon, Lil Bieber, who inherited his father's job as a jewelry maker, opened the door.
His facial features are nothing special and his temperament is quite peaceful, except that the nasolabial folds on both sides of his nose are obviously drooping.
The person knocking on the door was a young man with black hair and brown eyes whom he didn't recognize.
Before Lil Bieber could ask a question, a black-covered notebook was handed over by the young man.
His attention immediately shifted to the notebook.
He could feel that the notebook seemed to have an inexplicable attraction to him, as if it was calling him.
When he forced himself to look up, he found that the young man with black hair and brown eyes had left on his own while he was distracted.
Rail Bieber closed the door, sat at the desk, and began to look through the notes in his hand.
He didn't notice that after he opened the notebook, his only relative - his mother, an old woman wearing a black and white dress, began to move stiffly.
The old woman moved with difficulty, and finally sat on the rocking chair in front of the fireplace, and lowered her head quietly.
…
After walking home, Klein had dinner with his sister Melissa as usual - Benson had received a business trip from the company in the previous two days, and then returned to the room upstairs to rest.
In fact, compared with usual, he is still a little abnormal.
For example, his movements are a little stiff, and his words lack tone...
However, Melissa, who had been distracted by thinking about a mechanical problem, did not notice this.
Late at night, Klein, who was lying on the bed, suddenly sat up straight.
He walked to the desk, took out the notebook from the drawer, turned to the latest page, and wrote on it in Hermetic:
"Everyone dies, including me."
After writing this line, he took out a brass-colored revolver from the pocket of the cheap formal coat hanging on the bedside.
Then, Klein sat back at the desk and put the pistol against his right temple.
"boom!"
The gunshot rang out, and Klein's head shattered at the same time. Red and white substances sprayed out in a radial pattern, leaving many blood spots on the bottom of the desk and on the floor.
Klein lay down on the desk, acting as if he was just tired from reading and taking a nap.
Outside the window, above the black "velvet curtain", a crimson full moon hung high, shining quietly, casting a gauze-like crimson moonlight.
…
same night.
Backlund, West End, Williams Street.
Valila, who had just moved into Qili's ancestral house in the afternoon, quietly got up late at night, went to the balcony attached to the master bedroom, and looked up at the red moon in the sky.
"Goodbye, Crane."
After a moment, she sighed and looked down at her left hand, which was clenched into a fist.
The palm is spread out, and in the palm lies a dark fountain pen with a round belly. The paint on the edge of the pen cap has been worn a lot, slightly revealing the brass color inside.
This is Crane's pen.
Before leaving Tingen, during the last period of time she stayed in the house at No. 6 Daffodil Street, Valeera suggested that she exchange pens with Klein.
After tonight, it will be the only item in the world that belongs to Klein.
Valeera felt quite sad.
Although she had known Crane's ending for a long time, she still felt sad when it really came to pass.
This is truly a chaotic and crazy world.
Under the surface of calm and tranquility, hidden are all kinds of strange and terrifying extraordinary powers, all kinds of ancient existences that are dead and not dead, and the battles between the true gods...
Valeera held the pen again and looked dimly at the wooden cross in the backyard. She didn't change her movements for a long time, wondering what she was thinking.
…
Later in the night.
Tingen, West End.
In the house at No. 6 Daffodil Street.
Unknowingly, Klein, who had been lying down for a long time, had mostly recovered from the horrific gunshot wound on his head, leaving only the wound near his right temple, which had not been properly repaired because it was too serious.
There were hideous wounds there, with burn marks on the edges, and blood around them, while gray-white brains were slowly squirming inside.
Suddenly, Klein's body moved.
Soon after, he straightened his back and opened his eyes, completely waking up.
