Welcome to Forge Town

"Mr.? Mr. Walton?" Alan heard someone call out in a daze.

At this moment, he felt that his head was like a walnut, almost bursting due to strong pressure.This pain came from deep in his brain, as if someone was hitting his fragile brain with a drill, and the pain was overwhelming.

In a trance, Allen knew that he had no way to start, so he had to grit his teeth and squeeze his temples on both sides, hoping to resist the violent pain, and at the same time use his willpower to desperately bring his consciousness back to reality.

After a long while—I don't know how long it took, his vision was finally no longer a white mist.He panted heavily, and the hot breath he exhaled immediately turned into a wisp of smoke around his mouth.It was as if he had just broken through a dense and deep net, causing him to lose his gravity.Only by trying his best to penetrate it and shake off the black hands that are constantly clinging to his body, can the soul return to its place.

Now, his eyes had returned to the door of his own house, and he saw Jill squatting in front of him.There was an unconcealable worry on the half of the face covered by black hair.Only then did he realize that he was kneeling and sitting on the ground unconsciously, the soft snow at his feet wet his trouser legs, and his forehead was covered with wet and dry sweat, which had long since condensed into a piece of ice slag. .

"Are you all right? Mr. Walton. Should I go to the school doctor?" Jill couldn't hide her nervousness.

"Oh, don't worry, I just have a migraine," Allen said, propping his head.

And it wasn't all a white lie, he did have a migraine habit a long time ago, but since he came to the new town, he seldom had it again.In his mind, he didn't remember that he should have these inexplicable visions.But although this feeling is strange, it is completely familiar, as if before the Joanna incident, even longer before...he had this experience too.

But speaking of hallucinations, will the scene this time be like that of Joanna, which is another bad omen?Allen thought: Did God want to use this illusion to remind him of something?

Thinking of this, his forehead ached again.Allen decided to stop thinking first. Anyway, it was too late, and he couldn't think of a reasonable answer to this question for the time being. If there was anything else, he could only wait until tomorrow.

He braced his thighs, stood up, and pulled Jill up beside him. "Sorry, but fortunately the work is not wet." Alan waved the manuscript paper in his other hand to her, showing a smug expression.But the obvious pale complexion on his face betrayed his pretended strength.

Jill frowned involuntarily.She knew that Allen was well-known in the school for his seriousness and dedication to work, but this time it was probably due to overwork that damaged his health.It made her feel bad.Because in the past, because of her appearance and family factors, she always suffered prejudice and discrimination, and few people could treat her unreservedly—especially since her brother, Michael, died.

She is not a fool, she knew that Alan didn't really care about her work, he was just afraid that he was not strong enough, and that she would feel discouraged because he was not taken seriously.But she still cherishes this rare love greedily.Therefore, she hopes that she will not become a burden to Alan.

"Mr. Walton, I know, you've probably heard about me," she said.He tried his best to make his thin voice appear thick and firm.At least make your case, she thought.At least let Alan know he can handle this.After all...the more difficult process, she has already survived.When a person has nothing more to lose, he just keeps getting stronger.

"You don't have to worry about me, Mr. Walton." Jill said, "At 16, I already have the shoulders to take responsibility. You can devote more energy to yourself, and I will take care of myself. After all, no People are willing to be a burden to each other for nothing.”

She thought about her words and pretended to speak firmly.But obviously, she is still not used to expressing her opinions, she always lacks self-confidence, and is more used to passively bearing.

Hearing Jill's mature words, Alan was shocked for a moment.But he also knew in his heart that Jill was only worried about her health. "Okay, thank you, I'll take care of you. But I really like your writing. You write really well," he said.After seeing Jill nodding hesitantly, he also smiled from the bottom of his heart.

"By the way, I met Patty this morning," Allen said. "She seems to be a very kind person. So, if you are embarrassed to tell me something, maybe you can talk to her first, after all, the topics of girls are always in harmony. Especially——you are living together now."

Jill, however, was silent.

"Okay." After a while, she lowered her head and murmured in a low voice.

■

Tonight, Allen couldn't sleep well again.

In the dream, he visited the top floor of the sports equipment building again.But unlike the stagnant atmosphere earlier, now his ears are filled with the cheers of high spirits from the stadium, and it seems that an extremely fierce ball game is going on not far away.

But Allen didn't know if there was a ball game now, because just like last time, he couldn't control his movements, and he didn't know why he was sitting here, so he could only sit like this.Watch the starry sky and wait for something to happen.

Just like he knew early on, things will eventually come out of necessity.

After a while, his eyes finally shifted away.It turned out that he was sitting on the guardrail on the fourth floor of the top floor. It was not so much a guardrail, but actually a half-wall of concrete, so under his feet was a five-meter-deep building gap.He was sitting on the edge of the low wall dangling his legs, and now his eyes moved to the downstairs, where there were some equipment piled up, most of which were broken hockey sticks.And a little farther away is a basketball court.

But there is no ball game there.The stadium was empty.

At the moment when Allen was so startled, the cheers suddenly disappeared, like a broadcast that was suddenly unplugged, and the world fell silent again in an instant.

"'Don't put love on the edge of a cliff, because the heights are too cold.'" Suddenly, someone said so.

Allen's vision slowly moved to the source of the sound, and sure enough, it was Jelsen Torhet.He was sitting on the wall in the same posture as Allen, about three meters away from him.There was also the same crazy smile in the morning on the corner of his mouth.

Allen knew what Jelson wanted to do.

"No, don't!" Allen yelled inwardly, exerting all his might.But he is not sure whether he, as an "outsider", has the ability to speak out, but he sincerely hopes that Jersen can receive his warning, and he can't let the hallucinations in the morning repeat the same mistakes.

But unlike the previous morning's episode, Jersen seemed to be in no hurry to jump off the building this time.

He shook his head and smiled for a while, then took out a knife from his pocket.It was a sharp Swiss knife.He unscrewed the blade expressionlessly, and from Allen's perspective, it was easy to see that Jersen's hand was actually shaking violently.Obviously, he was terrified.But it was as if something forced him to do it, so that even if he was afraid, he couldn't go against his own script of what was about to happen.

So with trembling hands, Jersen began to slash across his face.

"I'm a whore—killed Joanna—and hurt a lot of people—" he said, tears welling from the corners of his eyes.However, his tone was extremely firm, as if he wanted to pay the debt with blood.Blood continued to flow from his open wound like a river, mixed with burning tears, dyeing him into a blood man in no time.

Allen couldn't bear to look any more, but he still couldn't look away.All I could do was watch Jersen slash and slash until his face was unrecognizable, until his lips were cracked and deformed, and he could no longer utter any complete words.

In the end, all he heard was Jelson saying, "I'm sorry, Claire."

After finishing speaking, he stood up.He took a deep look in the direction of Allen, and then jumped down——

At this time, "Alan" also stood up slowly. From the view of the field of vision, he saw that on the basketball court on the first floor, Jelson fell on the snow-covered ground, and the ball racks next to him were scattered all over the ground.The blood stained the pure white, like a pool of cranberry sauce accidentally spilled.And a broken hockey stick was inserted straight and horizontally into Jersen's abdominal cavity.

Jersen was paralyzed on the ground in a large font, his eyes were wide open.He looked at "Alan" on the top of the building, his brown eyes filled with unbelievable emotions, and there were unfinished words in his mouth that he could no longer say.

■

Waking up from the dream the next day, Allen dressed hastily.

He tried his best to suppress the pain and discomfort caused by his poor sleep, and he only wanted to know whether the person in the dream was safe or not.And just as he was getting ready and walking out of the room, the door of the next room also opened.At this moment, Allen suddenly felt ominous in his heart.

Because that's Simon Pearson's residence.And Simon is Jersen's mentor.

Sure enough, Simon stood at the door and nodded towards Allen, "Good morning, Mr. Walton. Did you get the call too?" Simon asked with a smile while carrying his briefcase.

"What call?" Alan's voice could not help shaking.

"Oh, another unrelenting snowy night," said Simon. "By God, we have to say goodbye to poor Jersen." He said, with a sigh like an aria, but still a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. .