Philip did not directly review the contents of the notebook, but first observed the thickness and structure of the notebook.In the place of the dozens of pages full of contents and the blank pages at the back, there are some scraps of paper left at the link of the clasp, which makes the thickness of the notebook appear inconspicuous!
This means that a few pages were torn off before the notebook was returned, and the contents of those pages are not about what they are, but it certainly means that the contents of those pages are necessary and important to the mother's death.After discovering the vandalism, Philip was even more convinced that there must be something strange about his mother's death.Philip took out his pen and quickly copied it in the notebook he had prepared, and when the transcription was complete, he restored everything to its original state and put it back in its original position.Although the drunken Pvent downstairs was still asleep, Philip cautiously returned to his room with the notebook he had just copied and closed the door.Philip lay on his bed and carefully flipped through the transcriptions, and in the first few pages there were some information from informants, some of them from the market hooligans, some of them were vegetable sellers in the vegetable market, and some of them were news sellers in the resident café.One of them caught Philip's attention, and his mother put an asterisk next to the person's identification, which was the mother's daily habit of marking special attention.Mark Willemea Kili, based at Black's Cafe, habitually wears an octagonal cap, and is a news monger, although the fee is slightly higher, but the information is extremely credible.Just as Philip was about to turn the page, there was a thud from downstairs, and then Pvent's voice came out, "Ouch my old waist, it hurts me." ”Philip hid his notebook under his pillow, and then went downstairs to see Pvent lying on the floor, apparently having rolled over and fallen off the couch."
Stupid daddy, you can make some trouble after a good night's sleep," Philip thought with a laugh, and went to get some medicated oil and smeared it on Pvent.—————————————————— Yudekao finished his day's work in a busy way, dragged his tired body slowly on the stone road home, although tired, but still maintained a gentlemanly temperament, he is one of the best obstetricians and gynecologists in the city of umur.The intensity of the work had kept Yu Decao in a state of extreme concentration, so he didn't think about the whispers of the female nurses.Walking alone in the street, the street lamp reflected Yudekaw, that long shadow was so depressed and lonely, and the dust on the street was blown up by the bleak wind.Although the hard work brought a lot of extra benefits, Dr.
Yudkaw just wanted to go home early and sleep in that comfortable bed.He stood in front of the door, took out the key, and was about to open it, but the door was opened from the inside.The bald-headed and tall Eisen appeared in front of him, obviously a little surprised by Yudekaw's appearance, and said, "Hello, Mr.
Yudkaw, I have come to deliver pork, and I am about to leave. ”Yudecao thought for a moment, staggered out of the way, and said, "Thank you, Mr.
Eisen. ”Yudecao did not directly expose the adultery between the two, but chose to give in.He didn't have any power to stop, to redeem, to change all that."
Damn Eisen, damn Salita!"
Yudekaw resented the two men's misdeeds.Ignoring Salita, who had come to say hello, Yudecao went out onto the balcony and lit a cigarette, smoking silently.Soon a cigarette was finished, but Yudekaw was still numbly inhaling, and a hint of heat came from his fingers that interrupted Yudekaw's empty thoughts.He pressed the cigarette butt against the wall and snuffed it out, and threw it into the ashtray beside him."
What is the purpose of my life?
Is it just angry?
”This is Yudekaw's rebuke to his own heart.Yu Decao looked at the Holy Light Sutra on the bookshelf at home and smiled contemptuously."
Soon, I will betray you, and it is shameful that you are on high and do not pay attention to the suffering of the world, and only know how to unilaterally obtain the faith of the world in you."
He had faced so many setbacks now, the candlelight in his heart had gradually dimmed, and the memory in his mind had resurfaced.He remembered the script of the King in Yellow, the generous god.This time, he decided to abandon his original faith and devote himself to the Yellow Cloth, and he thought to himself, "Since God no longer favors me and has left me to suffer in this miserable world, I will throw myself into the arms of the King of the Yellow Clothes." ”He walked into the study, opened the script again, and the familiar feeling appeared again, and an image was projected into Yudekaw's mind.The huge city of a thousand towers, Kalksa, is already quite visible on the shore of the lake in the distance, and several towers even reach the sky, and the top of the tower is not visible.The sky was pink, with many stars shining brightly, and a small misshapen moon was setting, blocking the towers of Kalksa.The entrance on the right has three vaults.The entire room is decorated with festive decorations, and a masquerade ball is taking place, and the scene is filled with a joyous party atmosphere.Small pieces of plaster and dust constantly fall from the ceiling into the guests' drinks and food, and the guests pick them out without a reaction and continue the conversation.As the scene progresses, the stars outside the balcony begin to turn black one by one.By the time strangers entered, the stars had all blackened, like holes in the sky.The guests were dressed in fine attire and wore pale masks.Tyre and Nautauba wore robes and masks.The masks are made of a blank, face-shaped thin board or cardboard, and many dancers and guests hold a short wooden stick to support the masks over their faces.The guests were actively conversing with each other, and some temporarily lowered their masks as they spoke.A band played silently.Prince Tyre's mother, Cassiluda, broke out of the crowd and stood in front of the throne.The room fell silent and the band stopped playing.Cassiluda sings: The clouds are broken along the shore of the lake, the twin suns sink to the lake, the narrow shadows fall on the strange night of Kalksa and rise the black star, the strange moon hovers over the zenith, and even more strange than the strange is the lost Karksa Ash Ades sings, the king's ragged and impermanent, the song that no one can hear withered awayIn the dim Karlsa my soul can still sing, my voice is long dead, The tears of the dead and unmourned dried in the lost Karksa (the crowd gave polite and scattered applause) Nautauba: She sang to the Karkssa!
How much does she know?
Could it be her idea for us all to wear the prophesied pale mask?
Tyre: Father, she knows a lot, and she fears more.She felt like she was dying, and even more, she thought she was going to die at our hands.She didn't see Kalksa.Nautauba: Go to her and find out if she actually saw it.Tyre: I don't think she'll tell me.Nautauba: You've got to try.Tyr: Alright, Father.At Nautauba's instigation, Tyre walked towards Cassiluda, who was walking to the table in front of the stage, Tyre: Mother, how are you doing?
Cassirida: Just like my country, dying, dying.Tyr: (hands raised in frustration) Does it have to be like this?
Cassirida: What do you mean?
Tyr: As you know, you're disappointed in me.Cassirida: Alas, Tyre, you are my son.As long as you are happy, I will not be disappointed.Tyr: You never approved of my decision to join the Order.Cassie Luda: How can I approve?
The Order will cause the fall of the Empire.Tyr: You're terrified of death.The prophecy was a long time ago, when the kings drowned Harry in the lake and the Yellow Seal was lost.Cassirida: It has nothing to do with any prophecy.The Orders have been sucking the blood of the Empire, consolidating their power from our decline.And now they have pierced their claws deep into our court.Tyre: Because what the Order can give to our dynasty is no longer able to give—a future.Cassiluda: What they give—what you give—the future, is the future of succumbing to a ragged demon lord who brings destruction.Tyr: It's better to destroy than to fall.1The drama in his mind came to an abrupt end, this time without any spells that could be used, but it made Yudecao deeply awe of the King in Yellow.The original belief in God, the god of light, is always high, but the breath of the King in Yellow in the drama has always lingered in that mysterious realm, and the word Karksa has appeared many times in these images.Yudecao believed that as long as he could find any information related to Kalksa and the Yellow Clothes, he would be able to gain access to the Yellow Clothed Cultists who existed in the present world, and he would be able to get help from them, and even how to use their power.Yudekaw could feel the distant clusters of stars in the night sky, the breath of greatness, and the cities that could not be looked at.He looked up at the shining starry sky and bowed his head humbly.A night breeze blew open the window of Yudekaw's bedroom and swept away his doubts.The yellow seal in the depths of the soul shone irregularly, and then slowly dimmed.Yudekaw's heart is no longer confused, and his firm belief has made him determine the path to take in the future, a path of faith in yellow clothes and then revenge.He lay peacefully on the bed and fell asleep peacefully."
Even if I fall into the abyss, I have no regrets."
The next day, Yudekao woke up early and went out alone, and today was a day off.He hurriedly ate some pasta at a roadside stall, and then went straight to the Naum Library, he wanted to look up the relevant information, find everything about the yellow clothes, but his attempt to go to the library was destined to end in nothing.How could the Mystery Investigation Bureau put this knowledge on the surface for public inspection?
There were even intelligence officers stationed in the library in order to gather information.Of course, Yudecao was not stupid enough to search for idiots like Karksa and the Lord in Yellow, he randomly selected a few books on world history and mythology and read them in the library.Reading quickly is one of the necessary abilities for a doctor's license, so Yudkao applied this ability to the search at this time.Seeing that most of these books were just common knowledge known to the world, Yudkao realized that there was no material in the library that he needed.It's better to try your luck in some crowded places, and maybe you can meet one or two intelligence traffickers who know the inside story.Thinking of this, Yudkaw put the books back in their original places.———————— the Black Café, a man in an octagonal cap, about thirty years old, with a two-pronged mustache on his face, and a straight nose like any other German, sat quietly in the corner.He had a newspaper in his hand and took a few sips of his coffee from time to time, he was a regular customer here, and the clerks were used to it, but it was suspicious that all kinds of people would come to talk to him every time.As he pondered, he felt a little thirsty after a day in the library, and approached the café.After sitting down, I called the waiter and ordered a cup of coffee.While waiting for coffee to be made, a lustful man strode to the man in the octagonal cap in the corner, pulled out a chair and sat down across from him.Yudecao quietly observed all this.The man who had just sat down took an envelope from his handbag and placed it on the table, and he whispered, "I want all the information of Baroness Freya, as soon as possible." ”The man in the octagonal hat put down the newspaper in his hand, opened the envelope and looked at it twice, and said, "These are not enough, plus fifty gold marks, and I will send you another copy of Baroness Freya's secret, plus another three hundred gold marks, and you will get her whereabouts in three days." ”The man gritted his teeth when he heard this, a little angry but still lowered his voice and said, "Why did you increase the price?"
This is different from the last time I asked!
”The man in the octagonal hat said, "I, Mark Weller, do things in a principled way, don't you understand why the price is raised?"
Besides, intelligence is time-sensitive, I'm sure you should understand?
”"I see," the man who came to inquire responded, and reluctantly took out an extra three hundred and fifty gold marks from his handbag and handed it to Mark Weller.The hot coffee was ready, and the waiter put the coffee in front of Yudekaw, who came back to his senses and thanked the waiter."
This Mark Weller has a value for contact, and if I try it later, maybe he can get me some useful information." ”After a short wait, the hurried man left the café with a document in his arms.Mark Weller crossed his legs and continued to read the newspaper casually, drinking coffee.Yudekao said to the man who had left earlier, pulled out the chair in front of him and sat down.Mark Weller's eyes looked over the newspaper in his hands as he surveyed Yudekaw in front of him, but in the next split second, he withdrew his gaze and said, "You go."
I do have the information you want, but I don't dare take your business. ”Yudekaw lost his previous calm at this point, his eyes widened as he looked at Mark Weller's face hidden behind the newspaper, "How do you know what I want?"
”Mark Weller sighed, closed the newspaper again, looked directly at Yudekaw, and said, "The existence you want to know, I dare not say, is too high, too far, too deep, too terrible.You understand?
”Yu Dekao was already extremely surprised at this time, the bearded man in front of him did not seem to be an ordinary person, he said, "Then what if I just want to know what can I contact the relevant organization?"
”“。。。
Three thousand gold marks.Not a single pinnish can be missing. ”Mark Weller compromised and said, he already understood that the man in front of him was a stubborn man."
Three thousand?
Why don't you go and rob the vault?!
”