Chapter 18 The Dead Manor Owner (11)
Why should he speak just because Shen Cinian asked him to? They are not familiar with each other.
It was Chen Cinian who said they were not familiar with each other. If they were not familiar with each other, why did Chen Cinian call him by his nickname?
"What do you care!" Fang Ke raised his arm and waved away Shen Qinian's hand that was stretched out in front of him. The force was so great that it directly hit the back of Shen Qinian's white hand and left a small red spot.
Shen Cinian slowly withdrew his hand, his eyes calm as he watched Fang Ke walk sideways past him and in front of him.
He always toasted only once, and since Fang Ke didn't want him to coax him, then forget it.
After all, they really didn't have any relationship. He came to the human world with only two purposes: to play and to catch people.
His eyes fell on Fang Ke's slightly hunched back. The young man, who was still a few months away from adulthood, shrugged his shoulders. Beneath his carefree appearance, he hid a decadence that was difficult for ordinary people to detect.
Shen Cinian's narrowed eyes suddenly opened.
If he was not mistaken...what does it matter whether he was mistaken or not? What obligation does he have to care about Fang Ke?
The sky grew dark, a dark cloud just covered the valley, and gradually rain began to fall overhead.
Fang Ke walked in front. There were no footprints in the same direction as him. All the footprints were in the opposite direction of his.
He still kept his head down, and a few drops of rain fell from his hair.
In fact, no one can walk with him, no one will stand in the same direction as him, and no one is willing to accompany him in a romantic and crazy fantasy.
Isn’t it?
In fact, there were no footprints in front of him at all. In fact, he was crazy. In fact, his way home was to join the weirdness as soon as possible. In fact, even if he helped humans fight against the weirdness, humans never treated him as a fellow human.
Isn’t it?
Fang Ke walked among the footprints, and each footprint was the opposite of the one he left behind.
He seemed to be going against the flow, going against the crowd, and it was meaningless, with no real benefit other than getting his feet and trouser legs dirty.
The not-so-wide valley finally came to an end, and the view suddenly opened up.
There is a huge old banyan tree at the entrance of the valley, and a dried corpse is hanging on the banyan tree.
He was hanged to death. His clothes had weathered and would break into pieces if touched.
The person had dried up, with only the rusty glasses with a rope still hanging around his neck.
Along with the shredded clothing fell a greenish copper key.
The cowhide roll on the ground moved without wind and unfolded by itself.
Congratulations to player Fang Ke for finding his former corpse. He received the following items: a key (Explanation: Don't you want to know what secrets are hidden in the cellar? Is it wine, a gun, a letter, or something else?), and the last part of the diary (Explanation: Perhaps it was a suicide note. Do you remember why you rushed straight to the cemetery after coming out of the cellar that day? Have you forgotten your screams? Don't you want to know what exactly you have forgotten?)
[Story exploration has increased to 64%, triggering the curtain call performance: The Butler's monologue. All surviving players, please prepare. In ten minutes, you will be transported to your past memories. The moment to test your acting skills has arrived. Please don't NG, and don't try to change the character's fate. You have nine minutes to read the script. Please try to reproduce the plot as well as possible.]
[Note: If the plot NG reaches 30%, all members will die. If the individual script restoration degree is less than 75%, they will die early and the plot NG degree will be increased by 5%.]
Ten minutes later, heavy rain poured down.
Close your eyes, open them, and you'll be teleported back to the castle.
Fang Ke stood up and looked down. The mud on his rain boots had disappeared long ago, and his shoes were clean.
The old gramophone played classical music, and the atmosphere in the castle was depressing, as if it was a foreshadowing of something ominous.
A stray bat hit the windowpane and fell to its death.
Fang Ke picked up the hat on the table, put it on his head, tied a long leather rope around his waist, and stuck the horsewhip on the table behind his waist. He looked at the key on the windowsill for a long time, and it was unknown what he was thinking about.
Old Wood looked at the key in silence for a quarter of an hour.
Fang Ke stood there for fifteen minutes like a standing posture. Thanks to what happened just now, his eyes were not NG, and they were as gloomy as old Wood's.
You can tell at a glance that he has a lot on his mind.
Fifteen minutes later, Fang Ke grabbed the door handle and was about to go out.
But after standing for a while, he slowly closed the door and sat back at the table.
He took a roll of parchment from the drawer, picked up the quill and dipped it in ink.
It's all in Lanwen. Fang Ke is indeed not good at foreign languages, but that's because he doesn't study.
Although he didn't know how to do it, he remembered it and it was not difficult to copy it on sheepskin.
While he was writing, 0221 helped him translate.
I had a long dream. It was filled with the Black Death and other terrible plagues. I saw you hiding in your room, the thick black curtains drawn, and you could no longer see the light. I used to think it didn't matter, just a rare side effect of the medicine. At worst, we'd never see the sun again. I prayed to God for your quick recovery, but your lips disappeared, and your gums started bleeding, looking like you'd just drunk blood. They started gossiping about you, even nicknamed you "Vampire" and making up all sorts of ridiculous lies... But I've buried those gossiping servants in the manor. You won't hear those horrible gossips when you want to go out for a walk at night. You'll be happy, right? You'll trample those damn gossips under your feet. James, when will you be cured?
"I actually hope you can get better, but... that ugly witch-like woman is here again. She always deceives you, always wants you to try her methods, always wants you to drink baby blood to cure your illness. You won't believe her, right? I don't believe you will trust her easily, you are slippery old James."
Your illness is getting better, and you've even become younger. You said you wanted to change your identity and live a different life. You said you were doing something important. Fine, you're the boss, I'll listen to you. From now on, I'll call you John.
"There's always a baby crying in the castle late at night. I suspect the witch wants to harm you. Old Tom, our gatekeeper, is as thin as a skeleton and has a broken leg. He must be too old and didn't guard the door carefully, allowing her to sneak in! I'm going to get rid of this idiot tonight!"
Actually, I wrote this...
Fang Ke paused for a moment, rolled up the paper covered with words, and burned it over the candle flame.
He sighed deeply, picked up the key from the windowsill, and walked down to the cellar, still muttering to himself: "Damn witch, I will definitely catch you. Do you think I can do nothing just because you're hiding in the cellar? Just wait..."
There was a lit kerosene lamp in the cellar and a coffin.
The four corners of the coffin were bleeding. Shen Cinian was holding a goblet, and the liquid in the goblet looked like red wine.
"Why is it you!"
Fang Ke acted with great ease, his eyes filled with disbelief. He punched Shen Qinian in the chest, "Fuck! It's bad enough that you were having an affair with the maid behind my back, but now you're falling for that witch?! Do you really believe her lies? Oh God, are you going to hell with her?!"
Shen Cinian's hand was not steady, and the baby's blood splashed on his shirt.
"Maid?" He sneered. "I just asked her to get me a handkerchief, and you buried her. Do you think I don't know what you're thinking? Get out of here now."
"Are you really going to turn into a vampire?!"
Shen Ci Nian touched the corner of his lip with his index finger, and said nonchalantly, "When you were jealous and crazy and buried people in the yard, I didn't see you being kinder than me?"
"They are all spies planted by the church and Victoria! I fucking killed someone, and I am willing to go to hell myself." Fang Ke shook Chen Ci Nian's shoulders frantically, "But you...you can't..."
"Wood, recognize your identity." Shen Qinian pushed Fang Ke's left shoulder. "You are just my servant."
"If you don't want to get shot, just stand aside and stop blocking the road."
The rain got heavier, and the pale light of lightning even penetrated into the cellar, illuminating the faces of two people who seemed to have completely broken up.
Fang Ke stared at his back for a long time, his voice trembling, "Why did you do this for the church? Why did you test drugs for the queen? Why did you make yourself like this? You...really want to..."
"You were the first person to try that medicine. But you're the perfect success."
Fang Ke was stunned, his hands drooping weakly, "You're going to use me to test the medicine? When?"
"Little Wood," Shen Chenian said with a cold smile, "Are you unhappy about being able to live forever? Why are you getting angry with me? What the church is researching may be enough to change the world. You and I are both henchmen under the Queen. Testing the medicine is just part of our job."
"Aren't you afraid that they'll turn around and kill you to silence you, James?"
Shen Qinian's eyes turned cold, "Call me John, the arms have arrived, at the old place."
As if hinting at something, Shen Chenian spoke word by word, "The Queen will secretly send her maid to pick it up tomorrow. Please return the item to me intact. Also, you are not allowed to call me a witch."
Fang Ke clenched his fists.
"I won't." He raised his head and spoke slowly, "I want to save some for us to turn over."
Shen Ci Nian shrugged indifferently, "If you are confident that you can hide it from my eyes, you can do it."
Thunder separated the two of them, Shen Cinian went upstairs, and Fang Ke returned to his room and continued writing in his diary.
The timeline stretches rapidly with the sound of footsteps.
More than ten years passed in the blink of an eye.
He's right. This medicine is indeed enough to change the world. I've indeed achieved immortality. While it's not true immortality, as long as there's a drug developed using the genes of young children, longevity and rejuvenation are no longer myths. But, that's the Apple of Eden... If you touch it, you'll be entangled with misfortune for the rest of your life.
I was determined to overthrow Victoria and destroy the Church. From that day on, I began to grow my power. Old James was too ill, and he used that drug again. Everyone thought he was dead, but in fact he had rejuvenated and changed his identity. The day he returned to London, I think we understood the hint in each other's eyes.
"Guard the manor and don't leave my territory," I heard him say. Oh, I won't.
[Dear Master, I'm sorry, when you saw my diary, I thought I had successfully "escaped from prison."]
"You never imagined your littlewood would be so bold as to disobey your orders. But old James, I never imagined you would be so cruel to me. Over the past few days, I've gradually become mentally unstable. Ghosts of the past seem to haunt us. The oaths we once made are like the Bible turned upside down by a witch. Don't believe a single word. If you hear them too much, you'll have dreams, and die in these dreams from which you can't wake up."
I still love you deeply, never betray you, and am willing to kill or die for you. May you be crowned when we meet again, and I will always support your regime. To: Old James, my master.
Wood had no idea that something bad would happen after he wrote the letter. In the end, he was unable to leave the territory until he became an unwilling undead trapped in the manor.
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