"Anything that preaches hope is also a praising of fear — Spinoza."1Correa closed the book in her hand with Theology and Politics written on the cover, and leaned back on the soft leather chair behind her.She casually tossed the book onto the table, then gently stroked her face."
How could this not be a cruel bitterness."
She said to herself.She took off the gloves she had been wearing, and there were burn marks underneath the gloves."
After so many years, sister, you are still so beautiful, but it's a pity that you can't recognize my face."
Corlea had a less noticeable fold on her neck, apparently her current face had been surgically adjusted.Just as she was reminiscing about the past, one of the Innsmouths opened the door and walked into her room."
Why are you saying so much today?"
The man asked in a menacing tone."
Oh, that's because the Einstads have a relatively important social position, and the Jews have always been cautious by nature, and it is difficult to persuade them without saying a little."
Corlea defended herself."
Hehe, don't forget who you are now.Your current life, status, and your current good-looking face are all brought to you by us.Don't forget our mission. ”The man let go of the harsh words and turned away.Correa smiled wryly and looked at the files on the table, one of which contained the identity of Investigator Veronica.Perhaps as a warning to her loved ones, Correa vaguely provided Veronica with a lot of information.But whether or not you can get this information from it depends on Veronica's ability.———— "Miss Veronica, I want to go home today." ”Miss Pollit said to Veronica, who was leaning against the window."
Well, you should go early and come back early.Come back and explain to me why you're in such a hurry today. ”Veronica replied."
Yes, Miss Veronica.I'll go back and take a look and come back. ”Ms.
Pollitt said with a smile on her face.Her son hadn't been home for more than a month since the last time he had secretly gone to the casino, and today something so terrible happened.Ms.
Pollitt couldn't wait to go back and cook a good dinner for her son and give him a good bath."
I haven't been home for so many days, I must be homesick.I went back and put on a new set of sheets and a soft mattress.He's going to be happy. ”Ms.
Pollitt, who still didn't know about her son's death, thought.When she got home, she opened the door and found a burlap bag in the spot.Some bright red oozed from the bottom of the sack, and Mrs.
Pollitt's face changed, and she thought of something she had never dared to imagine."
No, no, no, it can't be.They said they would let him come back. ”With trembling hands, Mrs.
Pollitt approached the sack of hemp.The mouth of the burlap bag was not fastened, but only crudely wrapped around with a rope.Mrs.
Pollitt's hands trembled like a Parkinson's patient, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and pulled hard the rope that was wrapped around the mouth of the bag.The bag was full of entrails, flesh, and bones, and there was a blood-stained note inside.Mrs.
Pollitt clenched her teeth, resisting the desire for nausea and vomiting, and took the note out.It reads, "Mom, I'm back." ”Mrs.
Pollitt, with her knees limp, fell to her knees, and cried out indistinctly, "Son, my good son, where are you?"
”Mrs.
Pollitt didn't seem to have seen the bag of flesh and blood, and let the door go as if she had lost her soul.The door was wide open, and she didn't care."
Son, my son.My good son. ”She walked alone to the river, letting the weeds cut her ankle but not paying attention.The wind on the riverbank ruffled Mrs.
Pollitt's hair, and she watched the rushing water in a daze.The water splashed on the riverbank, reflecting a rainbow in the sunlight.Mrs.
Pollitt's eyes were scarlet, and two hot tears flowed from her sockets, and she seemed to see her son's young appearance in the river.Mrs.
Pollit smiled, she took off her shoes on the bank of the river, and she walked towards the center of the river with a smile on her face.The pain of the lap of the water was far less painful than the wound in her heart, and the rubble under the water cut through the skin on the soles of her feet.The water flooded over her head, choking on her mouth and nose, but she didn't resist and let the water take her life.As she lay dying, she seemed to hear her son's call to her.It was a call from the other side.———— a dilapidated wooden boat docked beside the cliff, this small wooden boat looked particularly small in the dark environment.A faint glow emanated from the cabin, and a man slowly woke up in the cabin.He felt a sense of familiarity with everything around him, as if it had happened before.He slowly walked out of the cabin, and what he saw was the jellyfish floating in the sky, its huge crystal body floating carefree in the air, shining with colorful light.On the deck of a small wooden boat, the sky looked like a dark blue curtain.Under the curtain, it is difficult to tell whether it is day or night, and the only source of light is the jellyfish in the sky.A large green figure appeared behind the small wooden boat, staring at the people on the deck with indifferent and terrifying eyes.On deck, he turned to meet the monstrous monster, his face covered and let out a desperate and hysterical roar, but there was no way to make any sound under the curtain.He walked to the edge of the deck and leaped down the cliff below the ship, thinking, "This is the end." ”His body kept falling, and he spread his arms ready for the fatal impact of the moment he touched the ground.Countless bubbles bubbled up from the endless mountain range beneath him, like the breath of the mountains.He turned to look at the dark sky, "The world is upside down. ”Master Nietzsche once again woke up from this nightmare, clutching his teeth in pain as he clutched his head.He looked at the familiar settings and scenes of the hotel, which brought him some faint sense of security.Recently, his life has become a bit boring and mediocre, and the people and things around him are just living a normal life.I don't know why this peace brought a sense of emptiness to Master Nietzsche, and deep down he didn't know when he began to have such extraordinary thoughts.He didn't know if he was crazy, but he began to doubt everything around him.The definition of truth and falsehood became a major concern of his thinking.Whenever Master Nietzsche remembered that repeated and terrible dream, he could not suppress his trembling hands.He walked to the bathroom, glanced at his haggard self in the mirror, and groped towards the smooth mirror."
Tell me, what's real?"
Master Nietzsche stretched out his hand to make contact with his own hands in the mirror and asked himself in the mirror.He stared at his own appearance in the mirror, hoping that he could give himself a satisfactory answer.In the mirror, his eyes are red, the dark circles are frighteningly large, and his face is full of scum, and he looks very haggard.Master Nietzsche looked at himself in the mirror for a while, then sighed, shook his head, and left the bathroom.But Nietzsche smiled eerily in the mirror, and the mirror in the bathroom then cracked a slit.Master Nietzsche walked out of the bathroom and saw an envelope made of buttered vellum paper under the door.There was no signature on it, but Master Nietzsche knew that the letter was supposed to be for himself."
Want to know the truth about the world?
Want to learn about the mysteries of the universe?
Want to know what's going on with the dreams that are haunting you?
In three days, we will make history, rewrite history, and make history.In three days, we will transcend time, space, and concept.The world's grandest party awaits its its host, and you, Master Nietzsche, will be the guest of honour.We are waiting for you at Lusail Castle. ”This letter was sent silently by Frederick to Master Nietzsche, and no one knew the contents of the letter except Alfis and Frederick.If the average person had received this letter, it would have been regarded as a prank created by a rebellious teenager.However, the person who received this letter was the master Nietzsche.It was a dream that was so real that it made people stand on end when you think about it, and it haunted Nietzsche since he was an adult.The fear of the presence of him in his dreams far exceeded the majesty of the light in people's mouths, which also led to the philosophical and theological views of Nietzsche being different from those of others.When Nietzsche was young, he studied Plato's monism, and his monistic views deeply moved him, who was plagued by dreams.To summarize monism in simple terms is the ultimate in atheism: "According to the exaggerated descriptive technique of religion, it is not advisable to make people believe in a god."
Nature is the true god, and nature created the universe; The gods are just a product of people visualizing, humanizing, and personifying the power of nature.This argument has been rejected by various theologians, but after the torture of dreams, Master Nietzsche realized that the thing in the dream is not at all the existence that people call gods, but the existence that far exceeds the level of gods.For Nietzsche's superficial occult knowledge at the time, he believed that the eyes he saw in his dreams symbolized nature.Master Nietzsche once sought the help of experts in dream interpretation, but those experts in dream interpretation used the simplistic arguments of Plato's "Interpretation of Dreams" to deal with him.Some of them say that this is produced by Master Nietzsche subconsciously, some say that Master Nietzsche suffered from deep-sea phobia, and some say that maybe Master Nietzsche just hates eating seafood, but Master Nietzsche himself understands.This dream is an endless cycle; Every time I fall asleep, the dream begins again; Every time you jump off the deck, the dream ends."
If I could, I wanted to end this damn dream."
Master Nietzsche looked at the letter and muttered.He glanced at the calendar, and three days later it was the opening ceremony of the Munihei Festival.After so many episodes, it's finally time for the Mooney Black Festival to officially open.———— cemetery on the outskirts of the city of Umur has been marked with many tombstones after the Umr Massacre.The watchman who lives in the cemetery has several more neighbors who sleep underground.They could not speak, but lay quietly in their coffins, waiting for their bodies to rot, gnawed by maggots, and then once again become the nourishment of the earth.Occasionally, people come to visit the graves of their deceased relatives or friends and to commemorate their youth, but more often only ravens comb their feathers on the tombstones.The Guardian who turns into a black cat chases these pesky ravens from time to time, and that's his only pleasure.Until one day, the staff that the guardian had been carrying by his side lit up, and the peaceful days of the guardian were broken.From his long life, the Guardian is no longer the young knight, he has become old.After seeing the vicissitudes of life after the passage of time, the guardian himself realized that his life was almost coming to an end.The only two things that made him sigh and regret were two things.For one, his beloved Etina would never return, and her soul belonged to the unfathomable, dream-dwelling Ipoztel.Although he had entered the dream realm through self-hypnosis, the creatures in the dream realm, except for the cute kittens, seemed to have a strong hostility towards him, an outsider with an Anubis scent.Every time he goes to the Dream Realm, it is an adventure that can be written into a long story, but he still fails to find the old ruler who is said to be omniscient and omnipotent.The Guardian understands that this is because He does not want to see Himself, and if Epoztl really knows and is interested in Himself, He will find Himself wherever He is.Second, the Guardian still can't remember the name of the girl who died for himself in the Lost Soul.Whether it was appearance, stature, or life, the guardian could not remember.Only the crisp laughter like a wind chime, and the big fool lingered in his heart like a brand, and lingered.The Guardian looked at the message from the staff, and he knew that his mission was about to be accomplished.He simply ate a meal in the hut guarding the mausoleum.A piece of brown bread, a bowl of broth, an orange.When he had finished eating, he simply washed the dishes and put them away.Bringing a few clothes with him, the watchman went out.He glanced back at the dilapidated hut and walked away without hesitation.A piece of paper was left on the table, and on it was a message that the Guardian had left for the Investigation Bureau."
The feast of kings will begin, and the Guardian must go forward.- Silas"