Mystery: The Stars Returner

Believers in yellow clothes walking on the streets late at night.

I always thought it was a scary story made up by other drunkards who had nothing to do late at night.

But tonight, Hank saw with his own eyes this yellow-clad team traveling through the streets late at night.

Their steps were light, and their bodies seemed to be lifted up by a breeze. If you didn't observe their feet carefully, they would be like neatly arranged ghosts crossing the deserted streets.

Listen carefully, they are humming the same songs as the tramp just now, what clouds, what twins, what black stars...

Hank's whole body froze, and 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, dark streets.

What a bunch of weirdos.

He only dared to curse a few words in his heart and continued to walk a few steps forward, humming the unknown song unconsciously.

"Along the shore, cutting through the clouds, the twin suns sank toward the lake, and long shadows fell. There, it was a wonderful night with black stars rising..."

At first he didn't feel anything was wrong. After singing the entire song, his face turned pale, and a small and dense cold sweat broke out on his back. He shivered all over, looked around with fearful eyes, then spread his legs and covered his head. Running in a dark world.

When Hank's legs were sore, he was panting, and he almost tripped over the ground, he ended his run, raised his head, and saw another tattered yellow coat.

The difference from before was that there was only one person and a figure in front of him, not groups of yellow-clad believers.

He suppressed the fear in his heart, took two steps back, leaned against the cold wall, and lowered his head silently, hoping to wait for the yellow-clad believer in front of him to pass through the street first.

But the figure in ragged yellow clothes gradually walked in his direction, making no sound or talking, just passing by him.

Hank seemed to smell some special fragrance, his hands pinched his neck uncontrollably, and his face gradually turned the color of pig liver.

His legs were struggling hard, but his hands were squeezing his neck, getting tighter and tighter.

Finally, he stopped struggling, slumped down along the wall, and died late at night.

This scene shocked the homeless man under the streetlight not far away. He quickly looked away, curled up, and kept trembling.

The ragged yellow clothes that I passed by were not found, but were still floating on the streets late at night.

……

"Finally caught you!"

A sharp shout came accompanied by multiple bright lights.

The man in ragged yellow clothes was shrouded in bright light and remained silent. A fully equipped Heart of Machine member was already surrounding him.

"We've been following you for a long time!"

"In the past half month, you have often come out late at night wearing a yellow suit to commit crimes!"

"Johnson 14 days ago, Patton Sr. 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 slightly panicked look on his face, but instead he snorted coldly, "You want to blaspheme the great King in Yellow?"

"Bullshit! We've found out who you are, Steven Pat, a criminal just released from the Docklands last April."

"You were arrested and imprisoned for the crime of theft. You were originally sentenced to ten years. Later, someone paid to help you smoothen your relationship and reduce your sentence. You only stayed in prison for two years before you were released."

"You have been wandering around the dock area and the south area of ​​the bridge since you came out. Your current place of residence is inside the third bridge opening of the Backlund Bridge along the downstream river."

A member of the Heart of the Machine made it clear where Steven Parker came from.

Steven Parker, whose true identity was exposed, finally panicked, but he still roared fiercely: "I am the master of the black stars, I am the direction that all faiths follow, I am the one in yellow..."

Before he finished speaking the last sentence, his whole body was like a pile of loose sand disintegrating on the spot, leaving only a ragged yellow coat to prove that there was a person standing in this position just now.

The two members of the Heart of Machinery braved themselves and took a closer look, only to see a pile of white bone powder inside the yellow robes.

Under the light of the light in his hand, the bone powder flashed crystal white.

Suddenly a gust of wind came, swirling and blowing the pile of bone meal on the ground.

The yellow robe was also blown up by the gust of wind, filling it with bulges. It floated higher and higher, then floated into the dark night world and disappeared.

Is this just a pure coincidence?

From Steven Pat's mysterious death to his ashes being raised, it only took a few moments.

The four members of the Heart of Machinery present felt the same feeling of horror all over their bodies, as if a pair of eyes were staring at them in the shadow of the night.

Is this divine punishment for impersonating the King in Yellow?

Or perhaps, there are members of the yellow-robed monks secretly, because they can't stand people pretending to be the gods they believe in, so they take action to defend the majesty of the gods.

"let's go."

The four members of the Machine Heart did not stay here for long. The prisoner was already dead under their gaze.

As for why he died and who was behind it, it no longer matters.

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 street 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 spirit 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 last night's drinking.

"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 the specific things that happen.

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 quickly 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 inadvertently 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.