Bill felt that tonight needed some ceremony.
Earlier today, before setting out for that mysterious spot, Wordsworth found himself. He said with a serious face that the difficult but necessary decision would be made tonight. After that, he will return in the night. He was still a little scared about coming back alone and hoped Bill would pick him up.
Bill readily agreed. In order to show that he was serious, the teenage boy managed to get a Ford T1 sedan and, as a novice driver, carefully drove it outside Kensington Park.
For the first time, Bill saw from a distance the suspicious place that he had been invited to. The place was filled with black mist, giving people a creepy feeling.
Bill sat in the car, turned off the lights, and waited quietly. After thinking about it in the dark for about an hour, he saw a familiar figure coming out of the darkness.
It's Wordsworth. That kid really stepped out.
Bill got out of the car excitedly, slammed the door, and walked towards his good friend.
The fish that bites the hook, the fish that swims into deep water...
Bill indeed heard this story from his father. However, he knew he never did well.
He didn't expect that his good brother Wordsworth did it. Although Bill had no personal experience of how great the temptation of that paradise was, Wordsworth was the only person he knew who had walked out alone.
This says a lot. Bill also became more and more convinced that his good brother would definitely have an unlimited future.
"Wentz!" Bill ran over excitedly. The faint light from the street lamp behind him could already illuminate the outline of Wordsworth's face. Although his face didn't look good when he looked up, he was indeed smiling.
Bill ran a few steps, but his steps suddenly froze...
In the blink of an eye - he didn't know if it was his hallucination or if it was real -
He saw a huge beast hidden in the black mist behind his good friend. There seemed to be a giant tree growing above the beast's head, and something was falling in the darkness.
When Wordsworth saw Bill's eyes, he was immediately frightened and turned his head in a horrified voice: "What's wrong?"
The moment Wordsworth looked back, the shocking scene disappeared, as if the scene just now was just an illusion accidentally outlined by darkness and night fog.
The huge black deer disappeared. Bill shook his head, thinking that maybe he was too nervous: "It's okay."
He immediately laughed and patted his friend's back hard: "Before you, I haven't heard of anyone being able to leave there!"
Bill's eyes were inevitably a little lonely: "But, Tina chose to stay..."
"Everyone makes choices..." Bill shrugged and sent Wordsworth to the car. "Everyone has to live with his own choices."
After closing the passenger door, Bill returned to the driver's seat with a mysterious smile on his face: "I got some whiskey. Have you never been to a bar? Tonight, let's find a place to have a good chat..."
After choosing to leave that night, the aura of addiction and decadence that originally haunted Wordsworth disappeared. Tina gradually alienated Wordsworth. It used to be a threesome scene, but now it's just the two of them.
From then on, Wordsworth seemed to have emerged from his childhood, and he began to really work hard to become a playwright - he tried to write some works "like that" and tried to use his works to white people. The theater on the street volunteered.
It's a pity that the theater owners are almost all ignorant and snobbish. At first glance, they look like a little-known boy. They politely kept the works that Wordsworth brought, but unceremoniously put him and him directly. Bill blasted out the door...
The days passed by, and the story did not suddenly bloom. Everything did not get better immediately because Wordsworth resolutely swam toward a deeper and colder sea...
Bill also vaguely knew that this period of time was definitely difficult for his good friend - he had just lost the ultimate joy of midnight, lost his childhood sweetheart, and now he was eating like a sailor who had just gone to sea. After all the suffering...
Even in the face of such challenges, he could always see the light in the depths of Wordsworth's eyes, no longer feeling exhausted. That's pretty good.
However, deep down in Bill's heart was his own fear: it was he who advised Wordsworth to "choose the more difficult path." How could he comfort his friend if things never improved? he does not know.
As a result, he became even more anxious than himself about Wordsworth's future.
Bill is still an optimist. He believes that things will eventually turn around. With such a mood, Bill always felt that certain things that happened in his life contained special meaning. And he seemed to have forgotten how to survive as a fish in the sea...
The "little bastard" on the street has his own real job, and he sometimes works in a grocery store.
One day while making change and chatting with a customer, he learned that the sleepy-eyed customer in front of him was a famous playwright named Mourning.
Bill got to know Mourning from this, and naturally introduced Wordsworth to him...
At that time, Bill thought he had done Wordsworth a big favor.
The story that follows drives all the way to the bloody terminal - in order to maintain his reputation, Mourning used Wordsworth's talent and made him his gunner. He took all the honors that should have belonged to Wordsworth and controlled the young man in very despicable ways.
The despicable act finally led to the murder. Wordsworth killed Mourning and his family overnight.
After that murder, Wordsworth, who ran away from Midnight Paradise, also completely degenerated. His soul became the ghost of the "non-existent theater" on White Street, performing "Blood Wedding" about his tragic life for people again and again, until Sean freed him.
Back then, when Bill learned about the tragedy, he was almost consumed by feelings of self-blame and regret: it was he who asked Wentz to leave Midnight Paradise, and it was he who recommended Wentz to Mourning!
He felt that he had pushed his best friend into the abyss.
However, Bill was not engulfed by all the turbulent emotions after all. Among all the amazing facts, he sensed the most unreasonable thing——
The Wordsworth he knew was the boy sitting on a park bench, writing his own world quietly.
Although he endured the pain of leaving Midnight Paradise, he even had to face Mourning's despicable behavior...
But he is not someone who would do such cruel things.
Wordsworth, and even his life, were controlled by something.
Inexplicably, everything that was as absurd as a nightmare reminded Bill of a scene he had seen.
The night he picked up Wentz, he parked the car outside Kensington Park, and his friend walked towards him through the darkness...
He saw darkness and fog forming into a huge black deer for an instant.
"Black Deer..." Bill's eyes stretched forward, as if he had penetrated time, reaching that night, and saw that scene again, "That's not an illusion!"
"Something followed Wentz out of Paradise...
"Something has been cursed Wordsworth!"
The river of memories suddenly stopped, and Sean and the others who had been watching the scene suddenly pulled out of the room and stood in Bill's room as if they were in another world.
Before the four of them could recover, a strong flash of light suddenly erupted outside the window.
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