Chapter 162 The World of Doubtful Gods Has No Light
The strong wind and heavy rain hit the windows of Samson Tower, and from time to time there were bursts of ghostly howling.
A moist scent permeated the entire tower.
"According to the "Introduction to the Old Stars", when the goddess Lehomie created the world, there was no light and darkness everywhere. The goddess could not bear to see all living beings trapped for long, so she created the sun and gave light to all living beings equally..." Maggie taught the class as usual, not caring how many children were listening.
Vifiya sat by the window and moved quietly. The sound of rain hitting the window was crackling. She had no intention of listening to the class today.
This rainstorm has been going on intermittently for three days. Except that the free activities in the open space in front of the tower every morning were changed to free time inside the tower for the children, there was no other impact.
There was a rustling sound of papers beside her ears. Vifiya looked down to the right and saw the fat boy sitting next to her secretly eating gravel candy.
Ever since he successfully escaped from the tower without being discovered by Maggie that day, the little fat man was obviously in a much better mood.
Retracting her gaze, she couldn't help but feel a little worried about Nerys.
She had been feeling unwell since yesterday and had been resting in the dormitory. She went to see Clover and he said it was just a common case of heatstroke.
In fact, she could see that Nerys was worried about Dale. After all, seven days had passed and there was still no news about Dale.
Vifiya's fingertips moved slightly. Dai'er didn't come back, and the medicine given by Grandma Hei couldn't be given to her.
The stuffiness in the air could not be completely dissipated by the heavy rain, and Vifiya had a bad feeling in her heart.
She lowered her eyes, not letting anyone see her emotions.
She originally thought that leaving the tower would help her resolve her doubts, but unexpectedly, anxiety would come to haunt her first.
An island like this, where so many "different" people gather together, would have a higher level of management. But apart from the Samson Tower, there is obviously a set of rules outside the tower, otherwise it would have been in chaos long ago.
The feeling the entire island gave her at the moment was order amidst chaos.
Everyone has a "different" kind of disorder, but there is a set of rules that can restrain them.
Vifia never forgot Eddie and the others' reactions when the word "different" was mentioned.
She had been speculating since then, and now, the adults outside the tower were gradually implementing her ideas.
What is the “difference” that is so different from “normal” in Samsong Tower?
The children who appear frequently nowadays are obviously easy to manage. They are visibly "different" and "different" enough to be managed.
So, where are those “differences” that can be easily seen from outside the tower?
And what is Maggie like? As the caretaker of Samson Tower, is she "normal" or "abnormal"?
After returning from outside the tower, she reorganized her thoughts and realized that she had been thinking in the wrong direction.
She really wanted to find her past, but on St. Fagus Island, no one knew her past, and she couldn't find her past here.
The possibility of knowing one's past is only outside the island.
It was not difficult for her to hear from others how difficult it was to reach St. Fagus Island. It was also extremely unsafe to drift back on the sea in a small boat, and there was no way to confirm whether she could return to her original place.
She had recently heard some information about St. Fagus Island from Nerys and others, which was not recorded in the library and had not been taught by Madam Maggie.
St. Fagus Island was not originally called St. Fagus Island. It belongs to a remote sea area in Ulucia. According to external records, people discovered this isolated island more than a hundred years ago.
It would be better to say that it was discovered than to say that it was known to the outside world.
It is said that the first inhabitants of St. Fagus Island were sailors who unfortunately deviated from their course while sailing on the sea and luckily survived the storm and were washed ashore.
Some of them had to settle on the island, while others were ready to go back, but were swallowed up by the sea.
Only a handful of people were able to return to the land outside the island alive, and most of them survived by accident.
As more and more people tried to find the island, more and more people died or never returned, and this isolated island gradually became known to other people.
The isolated island became unknown, and the Lehomi Church named it Saint Fagus Island, which means an island blessed by God.
Only those blessed by God can reach St. Fagus Island alive.
Countless believers have come one after another just to prove that they are blessed by God.
And those who are not accepted by the world also try to go there.
After all, it is a place blessed by God and an unknown place of pilgrimage. God will accommodate everything, and will probably accommodate them as well.
They wanted to find a place for themselves where they could die peacefully.
As these people increased, the outside world gradually saw St. Fagus Island as an island that accommodated "abnormal" people.
No one can determine the location of St. Fagus Island. It seems to be moving and it seems to be truly blessed by God. Only a very few people can reach it alive.
When Vifiya heard this, she felt something was wrong.
She needed to change her plans.
Vifiya leaned back slightly and glanced calmly at the people sitting in a circle around her at the back.
The one without a name.
Those who survived the devil's hands.
There are similarities and coincidences in what Dai'er and Grandma Hei said, and she cannot rule out the possibility that Grandma Hei is lying, but she is willing to take the gamble.
Leaving St. Fagus Island in the normal way was not reliable. She wanted to leave, not die.
She thought about it and decided that the most risky method might be the safest one.
devil.
Her chance lies with the devil.
If you can't find a solution from the inside, then break it from the outside.
The night symbolizes the ominous, and the ominous refers to the devil, so the devil probably does not appear at all times.
The devil must have some means to support his movement.
She didn't need to actually meet the devil for the time being, she just needed to find out how the devil moved.
Likewise, she also needs to be prepared to be discovered, and how to survive from the devil...
That person's experience may be of some reference value to her.
After all, not many people can see the devil, let alone meet him face to face and survive.
Also, how did he manage to leave the tower without being noticed by Maggie? Judging from Grandma Black's appearance at the time, he must have left the tower many times more than the one she saw.
Vifiya withdrew her gaze from him.
The heavy rain has not stopped yet, and everything outside has become blurry.
As Madam Maggie finished her lecture, she followed the crowd to the library.
Vifiya picked up a book at random, sat in her usual seat, and pretended to read.
Fei Yi, who was sitting across from her, glanced at her secretly. Noticing she was much quieter, she moved her book over, craned her neck, and whispered, "Are you worried about Nerys?"
The fat boy still had the gravel candy that Vifiya had given him earlier in his mouth. "It's okay, just a common heat stroke. I've had it before. I'll be fine in a few days."
Eddie was boredly flipping through the book he had read last time and didn't pay attention to their conversation.
Vifiya raised her eyes and shook her head: "No, maybe the weather made me a little lazy."
"Yeah." The little fat man nodded, "I understand. I'm so sleepy now."
Vifiya didn't say anything else. She lowered her head to look at the book she borrowed today.
Should I use him? She asked herself silently.
Based on her recent careful observation, the probability that he would answer her if she took the initiative to ask was very low.
Should I take the initiative to approach him and build a good relationship with him?
Vifiya suddenly felt a headache and she moved, trying to dispel the discomfort in her heart.
She recalled how Nerys and the others, with whom she was now on good terms, had taken the initiative to talk to her after arriving in Samson Tower.
Images flashed through her mind, and she eliminated them one by one. It was obvious that she was not very comfortable with Nerys's enthusiastic way of making friends.
She had to admit that her purpose in approaching someone so out of the blue was not pure.
The primary purpose of gaining someone's trust is not to become friends, but to have other purposes.
But if she doesn't try, how can she achieve what she wants?
For a moment, Vifiya felt conflicted.
She knew she couldn't hesitate any longer.
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Both rainstorms and oceans are unpleasant, at least that's what Black Grandma thinks.
The stone house with only one small window was extremely dark. Grandma Hei lit the oil lamp and sorted out the herbs that were randomly placed in the house.
She sat down, holding her waist, and picked out the usable herbs with a focused expression. After Xiaohui left a few days ago, Toto came to her to buy medicine so that he could dream about his dead daughter.
She couldn't help but sneer. How could this medicine be non-toxic?
People are always like this. Once the shortcomings can no longer be compensated or recovered, they will try to seek something illusory in exchange for a little comfort.
A strong wind and rain suddenly rushed into the house, and the herbs that had not been put away in time were suddenly thrown into the air.
A cool breeze hit her face. Grandma Hei protected the herbs in front of her and said with a stern look: "What are you doing?"
The man closed the wooden door and was soaked all over. Water dripped down his robe, leaving a series of water stains.
The man walked a few steps to the front of Grandma Hei, his eyes empty.
"I saw it."
"I saw it again."
His gaze slowly shifted to the black grandmother, and the man asked, "I clearly saw it, I clearly saw it, I clearly did it, why did it still turn out like this?"
Grandma Hei listened quietly to the other party's calm statement without saying a word.
"A place of pilgrimage." The man placed his hands on his chest. A few strands of gray hair were mixed in with his black hair, sticking to his cheeks. He lowered his eyes and prayed, "May God curse you and me for disturbing the peaceful sleep here. God has never seen, God has never cared. Regardless of whether we believe in it or not, God will not forgive our sins."
A sharp flash of light flashed across the black grandmother's eyes. She continued to pick herbs and said nonchalantly, "You are the ones who are guilty. I never said I was guilty."
The man's pupils gradually became clear: "I have a premonition. I am almost there, and I can really see it."
The black grandmother did not respond. She never agreed with the man's behavior. She asked, "Do you really believe in God?"
"Of course." The other party answered without hesitation.
"I thought you believed it and was willing to discuss it with you," the man added.
"Really?" the black grandmother asked. She stopped what she was doing, and the faint fragrance of herbs filled her nose. She raised her eyes, "I don't see any piety in you. Why do you believe in God and doubt God at the same time, old priest?"
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