Chapter 465 I'll scatter all my ashes for you
Yellow-clad believers walking on the streets late at night.
I always thought that this was a scary story made up by other drunkards who were idle late at night.
But tonight, Hank saw this yellow-clad team walking through the streets late at night.
They walked lightly, as if their bodies were lifted by a breeze. If you don't look closely at their feet, they are like neatly arranged ghosts crossing the deserted streets.
Listen carefully, they are humming the same ballad as the homeless man just now, something about clouds, twins, and black stars...
Hank froze all over, his heartbeat was much faster than usual. He thought something would happen, but those people just walked calmly through the street beside him, without even looking at him.
He could only watch their backs disappear into the deserted, dim street.
What a group of weirdos.
He only dared to complain a few words in his heart, and continued to walk forward a few steps, his mouth unconsciously humming the unknown ballad.
"Along the shore, cutting through the clouds, the twin suns sink into the lake, long shadows fall, and there, the wonderful night when the black star rises..."
At first he didn't think it was wrong, but after singing the whole ballad, his face turned pale, and small and dense cold sweat broke out on his back. He shivered all over, looked around with fear, and then spread his feet and covered his head to run in the dim world.
When Hank's legs were sore, panting, and almost tripped by the ground, he stopped running, raised his head, and saw another ragged yellow clothes.
Unlike before, there was only one person in front of him, a figure, not a group of yellow-clothed believers.
He suppressed the fear in his heart, took two steps back, leaned against the cold wall, and lowered his head silently, wanting to wait for the yellow-clothed believer in front of him to pass through this street first.
But the ragged yellow-clothed figure gradually walked towards him, without making any sound or talking, just passing by him.
Hank seemed to smell some special fragrance, and his hands uncontrollably pinched his neck, and his face gradually turned liver-colored.
His legs were struggling hard, but his hands were pinching his neck tightly, getting tighter and tighter.
Finally, he stopped struggling, and the whole person collapsed along the wall, dying in the middle of the night.
This scene frightened the homeless man under the street lamp not far away. He quickly retracted his sight, curled up, and kept shaking.
The ragged yellow-clothed figure who passed by him did not come, but was still floating on the street in the middle of the night.
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"Finally caught you!"
A sharp shout came with multiple strong lights.
The ragged yellow-clothed man shrouded in the strong light remained silent, and a fully equipped member of the Mechanical Heart was already surrounding him.
"We have been keeping an eye on you for a long time!"
"In the past half month, you often come out in a yellow coat to commit crimes late at night!"
"Johnson 14 days ago, old Patton 8 days ago, Hank today, you have killed three people in succession!"
Faced with such accusations and siege, the figure in ragged yellow clothes showed a little panic on his face, but he snorted coldly, "Do you want to blaspheme the great King in Yellow?"
"Bullshit! We have found out your identity, Steven Pat, a criminal who was just released from the dock area last April."
"You were arrested and imprisoned for theft. You were originally sentenced to ten years. Later, someone paid to help you smooth out the relationship and reduce the sentence, so that you only stayed in prison for two years before you came out."
"After you came out, you have been wandering around the dock area and the southern part of the bridge. You currently live in the third bridge hole along the downstream river of the Backlund Bridge."
A member of the Mechanical Heart explained Steven Parker's origins clearly.
Steven Parker, whose true identity was revealed, finally panicked, but he still roared fiercely: "I am the master of the black stars, I am the direction followed by all faiths, I am the Yellow..."
Before he finished the last sentence, he was like a pile of loose sand, melting on the spot, leaving only a ragged yellow robe to prove that a person had stood at this position just now.
The two members of the Mechanical Heart took the courage to get closer and saw that there was only a pile of white bone powder inside the yellow robe.
Under the illumination of the light in their hands, the bone powder flashed crystal white.
Suddenly, a gust of wind came, swirling, blowing the pile of bone powder on the ground.
The yellow robe was also blown up by the wind, filled with bulging, floating higher and higher, and then drifted into the dark world and disappeared.
Is this just a simple coincidence?
From Steven Parker's bizarre death to his ashes being scattered, it was just a few short moments.
The four members of the Mechanical Heart present all felt creepy, as if there were pairs of eyes staring at them in the shadows of the night.
Was this a divine punishment for impersonating the King in Yellow?
Or were there members of the Yellow Monks who were secretly unable to tolerate someone impersonating the gods they believed in, so they took action to defend the majesty of the gods.
"Let's go."
The four members of the Mechanical Heart did not stay here for long. The prisoner had died under their watch.
As for why he died and who secretly shot him, it was no longer important.
In the mysterious world, extraordinary phenomena are always difficult to understand.
The beggar huddled under the street lamp, with a look of horror on his face and trembling all over. He hugged his only tattered coat and ran along the street towards the nearby church.
Late at night, the night with the stars shining down gradually returned to its usual tranquility.
The meandering water of the Tasok River is not too clear, but it still reflects the light of the stars in the sky.
Backlund was filled with fog in the middle of the night, and dim yellow light balls floated on both sides of the dark streets in the distance, resembling the small lights on the forehead of a lantern fish.
The monks in yellow clothes who originally walked on the streets late at night walked along the dark streets to the east bank of the Tasok River.
They extinguished the oil lamps in their hands, and only the starlight fell, illuminating everything.
Figures lined up along the river, devoutly looking at the stars in the river, and began to worship and praise.
The whole process was orderly, and except for the faint sound of chanting, there was still silence here.
On the river, there were no other obvious changes except for the water plants that couldn't stop shaking due to the flowing water.
There was no disappointment on their faces, they were used to days like this.
No one knows whether the gods will come or how they will come.
The devout worship and praise is just to add a little chance.
I want to add a non-zero number after the decimal point of the number 0, even if the distance after the decimal point is very long.
When they were about to end their activities for the night, the entire river shrouded in starlight seemed to suddenly come to life.
Starlight filled the entire river.
The stars hidden in the river seemed to be breaking away from the constraints of gravity and rising slowly from the bottom of the river.
But this change was only temporary, and soon, the starlight dimmed again.
This means that the gods appeared tonight, but they had no chance to see them.
Whenever the god walks the world late at night, the stars will follow him and bring endless brilliance.
The night will eventually dissipate, and a new day will begin again.
Leonard got up from the bed holding his head that was a little heavy and dizzy, went to the bathroom to wash up, and then gradually recalled the details of the drinking last night.
"I shouldn't have said anything nonsense last night, right?"
"I think should not be?"
"Would I be foolish enough to tell Hastur what happened that night?"
Leonard muttered to himself in the mirror for a while, then changed his clothes and went out. He bought a sandwich and milk on the way, and ate along the way to the office.
Not long after he sat in his seat, his team members sent him a piece of information from the Heart of Machine Team.
"Haha, someone is stupid enough to pretend to be the King in Yellow. Don't they know they have to be in awe of the unknown and mysterious existence?"
Leonard mocked and read the information patiently.
"Weigh the pros and cons and handle it yourself..." He seemed to understand the true meaning of this sentence.
The above does not ask him to be passive and slack in his work, but allows him to decide how to deal with it based on what specifically happened.
It is good to avoid conflicts, but when encountering such incidents that harm people's lives, they must take over and deal with them to prevent the impact from spreading.
"Looking at it this way, the mysterious existence of the King in Yellow is not as vicious as imagined, and is fundamentally different from the fallen creator believed in by the madmen of the Aurora Society."
Leonard had a general idea in his mind on how to deal with the phenomenon of yellow clothes.
After finishing what he was doing, he got up and left the office room, hailed a carriage and headed to St. Samuel's Church.
You won't go wrong if you consult Archbishop Anthony beforehand.
When he stepped off the carriage and was about to enter the church door, the old man who had been silent suddenly spoke: "There is an ancient atmosphere."
"??"
Leonard's body trembled slightly, but he soon returned to his natural state. His eyes were as sharp and focused as an eagle's, changing from his previous casualness and laziness.
He pretended to tidy up his clothes and glanced at the people around him from the corner of his eye.
In addition to the priest of the church, he was also familiar with some of the believers who came to pray. After all, he had spent a lot of time in St. Samuel's Church.
On the other side, Klein, who came to St. Samuel's Church to pray on time today, also saw Leonard in front of him, who was sorting his clothes.
A white shirt without a belt, paired with straight pants and a black vest, looks casual and a little bit unrestrained.
After just taking a look, Klein looked away, but he couldn't help but murmur in his heart: "It's a coincidence that I met him here today. I thought he had moved out of the North District."
But he had no intention of saying hello at the moment. He always kept a decent smile on his face, holding a cane inlaid with gold, and walked past Leonard naturally.