Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 835

[Chapter 816: Turning into the long night]

The dead are crawling out of their coffins one after another, and the garden is full of corpses dangling. They ask confused questions, walk blankly, or sit on the mortuary in a daze. What remains after the old order has dissipated. I recalled and thought in vain with a slight sense of dissonance, trying to grasp the uneasiness and shadow lingering in my heart.

And the caretaker who is supposed to guard this base garden to prevent the dead from waking up and restless is guiding these waking corpses, sending them away from this temporary place of residence, and sending them back home.

The dim street lights reflected this strange scene. Even Agatha, who could no longer sense the temperature of the living world, felt another coldness that seemed to slowly spread from her soul. She stood in the small room blankly. Standing beside the path, watching Duncan send the moving corpses out one after another, he seemed to be deep in a strange dream.

“Okay, you are the last one.” Finally, the last swaying dead man embarked on his way home. It was a young man who died of murder. There was a terrible hole in his chest. Duncan supported him. The fresh dead man walked off the platform and whispered gently and calmly, “You still remember the direction home, go back, shortness of breath is normal, you will soon adapt to all this… Go home now Go, be with your family, don’t think too much, live well – get out of here, move forward, don’t look back, you won’t have to come back to this place for a long time.”

That stiff-footed corpse. Finally he was far away, and the dim street lights illuminated his figure until he finally disappeared into the vast night in the distance.

Duncan finally came to the doorkeeper. Even though he was separated by thick bandages, his eyes still showed a gentle and calm smile: “I kept you waiting, Ms. Agatha.”

Agatha suddenly felt a little dazed. He seemed to be about to forget something very important, but then he suddenly woke up. He raised his hand and pressed his forehead while muttering to himself: “The boundary between life and death has disappeared… Captain Sir, what happened? I feel… something is wrong. Ji Yuan’s… that was not normal just now…

Her body shook, as if consciousness suddenly appeared. There was a pause, and even a near fall.

“Relax, Agatha. “Duncan reached out and gently supported the gatekeeper, helped her slowly walk to a nearby morgue, and asked her to sit next to a coffin.

“Keep breathing – or not breathing, the main thing is to keep your mind calm. ,” he said slowly, just like he had just comforted the restless dead, “It’s normal to be in a trance and slightly nervous and panic, and it will pass soon. Tirian is fine now, and you will be too soon. “

Listening to the words coming from beside her, Agatha felt that the tearing conflict in her mind finally receded slightly, and her cognition temporarily stabilized. After a moment of silence, she whispered: “Still. How long?”

“We are heading to the last node, the node of the God of Death. According to past experience, this will take about two to three days. After that, I can confirm Bartok’s status,” Duncan looked at Aga Sha’s eyes were hooded, “But if you’re asking after that, that final moment…it’s going to take a while. “

…What will the world become like?”

Duncan did not speak, but still looked at her calmly.

At first, the sea lost its waves, and the boundless sea turned into a calm water mirror. Then, the deceased no longer Rest in peace, the concept of death has been distorted, and the boundaries between life and death have become blurred. What happens next?

He suddenly remembered what Black Sun Chi described to himself –

one day, the ocean will forget the appearance of waves, and life will forget how to die. The fire will not remember how to burn, the wind will stop flowing, the clouds will fall from the sky to the sea… The gods will sink in oblivion, the world will sink in oblivion – that

is

the “rotten future”.

“The future of fire” corresponds to another lightless end.

Agatha did not get the answer to the question, but in Duncan’s eyes, she seemed to already know the result, and with the cognitive level in her mind. Tears and contradictions loomed once again, and she vaguely realized that… this might not be the first time this happened in this world.

“…I have undergone the most rigorous training. and tests, I tempered my skills and strengthened my will in the temple. I swore in front of the icon of the Lord to protect those who follow us with my own strength and faith…

She spoke softly , the coldness of the world penetrated into her mind, as if to freeze her thoughts, her voice sounded in the cold night, as if coming from one tomb foundation and echoing on another tomb foundation –

“But how can I survive?” Protecting them in this situation? Captain Duncan, in the face of this… the collapse of the foundation of the world…

“You are protecting them, and everyone in this city is also using their own Ways to protect this city – this way of life, this memory, this everything,” Duncan’s deep voice interrupted Agatha’s words, “I know that even so, everything is slowly dying, The ‘memory’ of this world disappears between the fingers like quicksand. No matter how tight you touch it, it will only delay the process, but this is no one’s fault. “

He turned his head and looked at the path in the park and the morgues beside the path that were now completely silent.

Some of the morgues still had marks from bullets and blades that had been struck and chopped. There are also bouquets of flowers presented to the dead by the living, and even… there seem to be traces of wet tears.

Someone is here to fight for the boundary between life and death. Someone was there. This memorial commemorates those who passed through life and death and went to another world. Now it has completely quieted down. For a long time in the future, it may no longer have “guests”.

People will gradually forget the role of the foundation. Then, there will be irresistible “neglect”, death will become a state transition that is not cared about, Bartok’s priesthood will be blurred, and the concept of the Church of Death will become natural, but incomprehensible, and even unintelligible. Thinking of the existence that needs to be understood, this dying world will once again be “adjusted”, and “ignorance” is another gift it bestows on all living beings – to prevent the fragile minds of mortals from accidentally peeking into the darkness. Deep, frightening corruption and ulceration,

Agatha felt the cold air gradually filling her chest, and then being slowly expelled from her body as she breathed.

It seemed that she had not breathed in this body for a long time. After death, she became more and more accustomed to the identity of the deceased, so much so that she gradually forgot about “breathing”.

But now, she began to breathe naturally again, and

the dark night enveloped the world gently, and she felt her mind. The trance was gradually fading, and all the confusion was slowly dissipating.

She heard Captain Duncan speaking beside her, with a reassuring calmness in his voice,

“Agatha, you know? Human. In fact, the eyes can always see the tip of one’s nose – it will block a large part of the person’s field of vision, and when the two eyes are focused, it will form a black shadow that theoretically cannot be ignored.

“But your brain has been dealing with this ‘trouble’, and it has learned to ignore that shadow and fill in the gaps in your vision through incredible imagination, deception and calculation, which you can only notice at certain angles and positions.” The existence of that ‘blind spot’

“At the same time, due to the influence of neural structure, human vision is upside down, and your brain needs to make a lot of calculations and adjustments to reverse the signals transmitted by the nerves into a normal shape. ——So some people, when they encounter neuropathy, will briefly see the upside-down world, and even struggle to move in that upside-down world.

“Human beings are such imperfect creatures that the human brain has to ignore, forget and even self-deceive in order to survive rationally and normally in this world.

“And this world has a brain like yours The same ‘corrective’ mechanism – those terrible tears and contradictions will eventually be hidden under this corrective mechanism, although they will accumulate more and more, although the whole world will still gradually sink…but This is the best they can do.

“Agatha, this world is so imperfect that its designers had to ignore, forget, and even self-deceive in order for you to survive rationally and normally in this world, and now, this process “

It

’s like sand running through your fingers.

“But ‘they’ tried their best.”

Duncan retracted his gaze from the distance and quietly stared at the gatekeeper sitting on the morgue.

“…I will go back to the cathedral,”

Agatha whispered suddenly.

The green fire danced in the depths of her broken body, smoldering around her eyes.

“There will be people who come to the cathedral asking for help, there will be other priests who are temporarily confused and uneasy like me, and they will need me – and after that, when this ‘process’ is temporarily over, I will continue to perform my duties. …I should stay with my followers and let everyone’s life

continue, even if it lasts for one more day…

She breathed a sigh of relief and then got off the morgue. Jumping up and down, her posture was agile.

She

stood in the night like a calm tombstone, as if her days as a nun wearing long skirts and praying in the cathedral had not diminished her momentum as a gatekeeper.

, this world may become sweeter,” Duncan’s voice came from the side, “Life has forgotten how to die, and flames may also forget how to burn. Wind and clouds, light and darkness, many things will be in this game. Gradually sinking into unstoppable decay – and the world’s ‘correction’ will reach its limit. Someone will wake up in the dark and notice the horrific changes in the world. At that time…

Agatha raised her head and calmly Facing Captain Duncan’s sight, the breeze gradually emerged beside her, and her figure gradually disintegrated into ashes in the wind.

A smile appeared on her face.

“I will still fulfill my duties and wait patiently – we all have our own things to do, right?”

Duncan nodded slightly.

Agatha’s figure turned into gray wind and into the night, leaving this quiet garden.