In the quiet basement, there was only the rustle of pen writing. After a while, Joey sighed and sighed.
To sum it up, he is a playboy in the rich circle who got tired of playing. Suddenly one day, he met a woman as pure as paper and fell in love. Love is real love, but love is not only about romance and romance, but also about daily necessities and daily necessities.
It is inevitable for Eric, who took over the family business, to deal with all kinds of women, but Naomi cannot understand this upper-class communication style.
The low self-esteem because of her identity made her gradually crazy. She tried to destroy everything about Erich and turn him into a civilian, so that the two of them could stand on equal terms.
Both of them are right, what is wrong is just this deformed class system.
Erich traveled to and from the social circles of the upper class, which was not a kind of indulgence. He may have loved Naomi, or he may have just played.
"Only incompetent people will choose to change others to prove their worth. They never thought about finding problems in themselves from the beginning."
If Naomi was good enough and could share even a little of the career burden with Eric, they wouldn't have reached this point.
You may not be good enough, but you can't help but work hard to become good.
Naomi had figured out everything, but the only thing she hadn't figured out was that the soul of Eric who was summoned back did not occupy Joey's body as planned.
One wrong move and everything was lost. Erici fought with her for control of her body, and the final result was that they would be entangled with her until death.
"It seems that I am very lucky today!"
When it came to luck, Joey seemed to think of something. He looked around nervously, and finally his eyes fell on a big box in the corner.
I walked over and opened it, and an indescribable excitement quickly spread on my face.
Many of the messy potions inside are useful to him.
"Thank you, Mrs. Jeff!"
"Um?"
Joey tilted his head and thought about it. He felt something was strange about thanking a woman who wanted to kill him just now.
Returning the pages of 0-013 to the main hall, he walked towards the open door and stepped out. When he came to his senses, he had left the basement and appeared on the street near his home.
Returning to reality, Joey's first feeling was, quiet, too quiet!
This made him wonder, had he really returned to the outside?
Suddenly, he smelled a strong smell of rotting flesh and blood.
At this moment, the Sun Clock in the main city rumbled, and the ground began to shake. The originally gray mist twisted and deformed in mid-air, squirming like a living, intelligent creature.
His color is changing little by little. He is no longer gray and white, but becomes colorful.
"The rebels are coming!"
Soon, chaotic noises started to sound, and the originally quiet main city became lively.
Many people were running in one direction, which was the Imperial City and the area where the Knights were stationed.
People are strong, and when danger comes, they will choose a target that is beneficial to them.
Joey's black eyes were as silent as water. He returned home unhurriedly and closed the doors and windows.
"Is this something wrong?"
This commotion seemed like someone was deliberately directing it.
Even if the rebels invaded, they would only target the centralizers and would not touch the civilians at all. This was also the reason why in the early stage, even if the second prince and Emperor Enge split Senegal in two, there would not be many casualties.
This is a land abandoned by gods. There is no sun and the population is already sparse. No one will shake the foundation. Even the Necromantic Sect understands this truth.
Whoever is in power will not have much impact on the civilians. At most, they will change to a big landowner and continue to be exploited.
Will there be riots when it is known to be safe? This is abnormal?
Imperial City?
Do they want to rely on these mobs to attack the Knights?
Prevent? What to stop?
If you let people in, the enemy will follow you in. If you don't let them go, there's nothing you can do about them.
At that time, as long as an accident occurs when the two sides are in a stalemate, it will turn into a melee between the aristocracy and the royal family.
Suddenly, Joey seemed to have thought of something and whispered softly:
"0-013 directing ability!"
This is very similar to the scene I encountered before at Earl Allen's manor.
"So, what role does this fog play?"
Through the window glass, you can see that the fog shrouding the main city is getting thicker.
"According to the information collected by Officer Rabbit, 'Star Color' has the ability to bewitch and absorb life, which is very consistent with 0-013's ability."
Thinking of this, Joey broke into a cold sweat all over his body.
'Color of Stars' affects the spirit, 0-013 guides the drama.
What Joey needs to think about now is not what I should do, but what I can do.
escape?
In the land abandoned by the gods, the only land that can support human survival is Senagal. Going further out is the territory of the Night Demon. Where can you escape?
While he was meditating, a strange sound came from the next room, and the inspiration from the Lucky Master was giving a crazy warning.
He opened the door, stepped out, and knocked gently on the neighbor's door.
After a long time, a familiar voice came from the room:
"Is it Joey?"
boom!
At this moment, Joey Creevey's mind felt like it was struck by thunder and exploded.
It's Naomi Jeff's voice.
Joey's eyes became extremely serious for a moment, and his hand that knocked on the door froze in mid-air.
"it's me!"
He didn't realize at all that his voice was trembling when he asked this question.
"Naomi, I seemed to hear a strange sound just now. Did you hear it?"
After a few minutes, there was no response from inside.
Joey didn't dare to make any move at all. In addition to panic, there were countless questions in his mind.
Isn’t Naomi dead?
So what happened to the sound just now?
Then summon the paging of 0-013?
No, no, you can't act haphazardly until you understand the situation.
Joey frowned. For a moment, he didn't know what to do. He tried his best to control his emotions and slowly said:
"Naomi, are you sick? Can you open the door?"
Just after he said these words, a heartbreaking and angry voice came from the room that had been silent for a long time:
"No, you're not Joey, you're lying to me."
Before Joey could continue speaking, her voice became weak again:
"Help me, Joey, help me."
When Naomi begged, that chilling feeling locked onto Joey again.
Immediately afterwards, a trace of bright red blood seeped out from under the door.
"I was wrong, I shouldn't have believed them"
Naomi's voice was sometimes high-pitched and sometimes thin. Joey guessed that her current mental state was not right, and she might even have been contaminated, and her speech was strange.
"I don't want to hurt anyone, I really don't, Erich, I just love him so much"
"Mr. Creevey," she called Joey's name as usual, "you and Eric look really alike."
At this point, her serious voice suddenly paused, and Joey heard a faint laugh, which seemed like a kind of self-mockery:
"Ha! I once thought about starting a new family with you."
"Mr. Creevey, what do you think of me? Can I be a partner? In fact, I am not a woman who is good at cooking. I cannot make rich food for you. I can only make some simple breakfast."
Her voice was a bit high-pitched, as if she wanted to express her serious intentions.
"I swear, I really fell in love with you"
Joey thought for a while and felt that he couldn't stimulate the other person now, so he immediately said in a very soft voice:
"Naomi, please open the door first. At least, let me know that you are safe now."
"No" Naomi's voice suddenly became frightened, followed by the sound of something falling, and then her urgent voice: "You can't come in, don't come in, leave me alone, I'm just a dirty woman."
"Huh?" Joey was a little confused. He didn't understand what she meant.
"I used to be just a dancer for the nobles to play with. It was Erich. He was a beam of light in my life. He pulled me out of that dirty and ugly abyss. There was no disgust or disgust. We were very loving."
As she spoke, her voice gradually weakened and finally turned into sobs: "He is dead. Such a good Erich died in the hands of a group of street gangsters."
"I hate his kindness. If he hadn't helped a girl who was robbed, he wouldn't have died."
More and more blood seeped out from under the crack of the door, even infecting Joey's leather shoes.
"I hate his kindness, because his kindness saved me, and because of his kindness, he left me."
Joey lowered his voice and asked in a deep voice:
"So you were bewitched and tried to use rituals to resurrect Eric?"
Naomi's voice became sharp:
"No, I don't. The only thing I love now is you. I just want a clean, young, and beautiful body. I just want to make myself worthy of you."
Youth, for ordinary people, is irreversible. If you want to get it, you have to pay something.
"I know you don't like my skin color"
A trace of embarrassment flashed across Joey's face, and he coughed lightly and said:
"I have no intention of discriminating against you. You know, black hair and black eyes are not popular in Senegal."
Heavy skin color is only seen in people who have been exposed to abnormal air for a long time.
The upper class, the royal family, the dukes, they have healthy food and warm shelter, which makes their skin color beautiful, hair color, eye color, very different from the common people.
"Mr. Creevey, let's go." Naomi's voice, almost pleading, came intermittently from the crack in the door: "I don't want people to see me like I am now. This is my punishment. I'm sorry for Eric. "Punishment of Loyalty"
"Naomi, no one should live in the past forever. Eric has passed away. You will meet new people and fall in love with new people. This is not a sign of disloyalty."
Joey moved slightly and moved back half a meter, as if he was ready to break through the door at any moment.
"A person's beauty or ugliness is not only judged by appearance. Naomi, in my eyes, you are a kind-hearted girl. This has nothing to do with your skin color."
Naomi's voice hesitated for a long time before coming out:
"real?"
"I'm from the outer city. Once, I fought with wild dogs for a piece of potato. Because of my skin color, I received a lot of unfair treatment. How can I dislike your skin color?"
"Okay!" Naomi's voice was submissive, mixed with some unknown emotion, and full of apology: "I'm sorry, I don't know your past."
The door was gently opened, and Joey quickly retreated so that he could be at a safe distance. If something went wrong, he could turn around and run away.
A stench hit us, the room was dark, and all the windows were sealed.
With the faint light coming from the door, I could barely see the scene inside clearly.
Thick blood covered the floor. In the center, there was a squirming mass of blood covered with tentacles. Each tentacle had large and small eyeballs on it.
Naomi's face was embedded in the blood clots, and those tentacles, like her hair, covered the entire room.
"Mr. Creevey, am I ugly now?" The expression on Naomi's face was full of the naivety and shyness of a little girl.
Of course, if the face wasn't embedded in a mass of rotten flesh, Joey would have greeted him with admiration.
He opened his mouth, feeling his throat was a little dry, and suppressed the physiological reaction of wanting to vomit.
"Naomi, who told you about this ritual magic?"
Naomi's face was full of excitement:
"It was Erich, Erich told me. He said that this would allow me to have noble skin and the most beautiful hair color."
She raised her eyes, and those tentacles dangled gently in front of her.
"Look, what beautiful hair"
Joey's body froze in place. From Naomi's eyes, he could clearly see a colorful color. Her eyes were like Amber.
"I never thought that I could have more beautiful hair than the royal family. All these were given to me by Erich. He still surprises me as before."
As she spoke, her voice seemed to be stuck, and she suddenly paused. After a few seconds, she became hasty and panicked and said:
"Eric is dead. He has been dead a long time ago. He is not Erich!"
Judging from the color of Naomi's eyes, she may have been bewitched by the 'Color of Stars'.
This is different from the previous judgment, it is not the Necromantic Sect.
etc?
No, why would I think that everything I encountered before was related to the Necronomicon?
What have I experienced before?
Joey was plagued by self-doubt and confusion.
Naomi seemed to suddenly wake up from a certain thinking zone. She turned her eyes and saw the tentacles in the room clearly. She smiled bitterly and said:
"Turns out he's not Erich!"
Without giving Joey a chance to interrupt, she quickly and nervously said:
"Give me another chance, don't hand me over to the church, okay? Just one more summons and I can return to my original state."
"I tried it before, and it really made me ten years younger."
The squirming pieces of flesh were crawling on the ground, getting closer to Joey. Without her legs, she tried to use those tentacles as a means of mobility.
Joey moved back. He couldn't tell whether Naomi's mental state was normal now.
