Welcome to Forge Town

During the time he stayed in Fogg Town, Allen seemed to have had a long dream.

In the dream, many faces circled and intersected before his eyes, each with a mysterious and unspeakable story.In the end, they quietly compose an anonymous poem, which is simple and elegant, but also bleak and heavy.As the town feels, it's shrouded in a thick fog, and you'll never be able to make out what it really looks like.

Among them, the one who made him feel most unable to see through was Vincent Brandon Davis.That mysterious man stayed in his life for a short time, but he insisted on not leaving a trace.

Only two days after the skin-to-skin date, he disappeared without a trace, not even leaving a note.Another four days later, the No.20 day of the Christmas holiday came.Looking at the icy air in this room, Allen suddenly realized: Brandon seems to have really left this time.

On the same night, he had another extremely weird dream.In the white lobby, the terrain is empty and silent.Allen stood in the center of the hall.Five feet in front of him is a black door, about two stories high, with a strange streamer glowing all over his body.

Although I don't know where it came from, and why it exists.But just looking at it, Allen felt a bone-chilling chill, which was a strong fear emanating from the soul-he could detect the sense of irresistible oppression hidden in it.It was as if there were thousands of eyes watching him.Hold all your thoughts in the palm of the other party.

So subconsciously, instinct told him that he had to escape.Escape the door, or even get as far away from this eerie realm as possible.However, just like those dreams with hidden meanings in the past, Allen could not control his behavior.He can only watch, from the perspective of a third person, but cannot stop everything from happening.So he stood still, opened his eyes and watched the huge black door with bad intentions explore every inch of his body, feeling the cold sweat on his back.

I don't know how long it took before the door slowly opened.Accompanied by the sound of grinding teeth, it aroused goosebumps all over the body.Allen looked at the darkness in the crack of the door and was extremely alert.His mind raced with all sorts of possible horrors.Every nerve was tightly grasped, not daring to let go for half a second.

As the gap in the door increases, the things inside the door become more and more clear.Allen opened his eyes and watched everything in disbelief—a white and naked human figure gradually formed from the darkness, and a deadly and cold atmosphere spread out.Until the facial features of "it" emerged one by one from the flat facial skin, Alan trembled all over and fell into extreme panic.

"—Who do you ask me?" The man looked at him and said with a smile. "I'm you, Alan."

It walked out of the door with bare feet.A cold hand caressed Alan's face, describing his facial features in detail.A cautious attitude is like playing with a piece of precious porcelain that has been treasured for a long time. "It's only been a few years, otherwise you wouldn't even recognize yourself—but even if you don't recognize me, do you still recognize these people?"

The man said happily.As its ending sound faded away, those blue eyes that were extremely similar to Alan's also changed suddenly.The original light and elegant color suddenly turned thicker, mixed with black and red, it looked very dazzling.With the roar of the winter blizzard, it sounds like the painful roar of the soul.

In those eyes, Allen saw tangled and twisted pale faces.Joanna, Jelson, Petty, Simon and other dead people whizzed past in the storm.There are also some strangers mixed in.But looking at those strange faces, Alan felt a very strange emotion in his heart, either anger, or sadness, or fear, or doubt.All sorts of complicated emotions collided with each other and twisted together, blocking up his heart one after another.It made his thoughts chaotic, his brain hurt, and he was about to burst!

But in front of him, the person with the same face as him still looked at him with a smile.As if not aware of Alan's pain, it continued to say cheerfully: "Don't wonder why I understand your thoughts, Alan. I am you, but you are not me. I can understand all your feelings, But you are destined to be only my stump. No matter how much you suppress my consciousness these years, you are destined not to abandon me. Only heaven is our final destination—”

As he said, the hand that was touching his face slowly moved to Alan's neck, gradually tightening his strength.Looking at the face that was more than an inch away, Allen's heart was beating wildly, his breathing was short of breath, and he was about to be out of breath.But just when he was almost suffocated, suddenly a white light flashed in front of his eyes, swallowing all his vision in an instant...

Amidst the whiteness, Alan, who was unconscious, seemed to hear an angel singing.Those sacred singing voices filled his ears, like warm silk covering him, blocking all obstacles for him.At this moment, the heavy suppression just now was removed, and Allen seemed to be floating in the clouds.As his vision slowly slowed down, Allen saw a light in front of him, vaguely resembling a cross.

That is God.Alan thought to himself: God will rescue him in the future and go to heaven.

However, just when Allen wanted to embrace the light with tears in his eyes and full of joy.The end of the cross turned into a sharp blade in an instant, piercing Alan's heart with a puff! "The time has not come yet. There is one more, Allen." A familiar voice murmured in his ear.The end sound echoed in the whiteness, and it lasted for a long time.

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There is no light in the room, and only the outline of the room can be illuminated by the hazy moonlight.

There was a person sitting in front of the large desk, it was a woman with a fine figure.Because of the cold weather, she held a table of elegant brown-red fur, and put a cup of hot tea by the table.His black hair hangs like a waterfall behind his head, and he has a beautiful side face that does not reveal his age when he closes his downcast eyes, just like a dummy in a doll's house.

Holding a wooden box in her hand, she sat there for a long time without speaking, just stretched out a pair of slender hand bones, and kept stroking the surface of the wooden box—even though her expression was mostly swallowed by darkness at this time.But just looking at her gentle gestures, one can still imagine her distant eyes looking at the wooden box, which must be more gentle than moonlight.

In this life, Miranda Monica believes that she walks with her spine straight and fearless.But even if she is as confident as she is, she must admit that there are two major regrets in her imperfect life: one is that the man she loves does not belong to her in the end; the other is that the poor child could not be kept.

She's not a dumb woman, and she doesn't like to play dumb.She was used to knowing the unfavorable gossip in the market, and the deadly hostility in the piercing eyes of some women who were always afraid that they would have an affair with their husband and then take away his love.Miranda never directly denied those speculations, because she knew very well that they were indeed half-truths.For example, she once had a relationship with the mayor Dylan; and during that time, she also gave birth to a little life together.

It was an incredible time.thought Miranda.Even if the present seems rosy, her past wasn't always rosy.Even as those rumors said, she once had a ridiculous life.Smoking, drinking, complicated private life, only know how to chase money and famous brand.In the colorful intersection, she lost herself, just buried in the life of life and death in the sleepless night.I don't know what to live for, and I don't know who to die for.It's just that I repeatedly swallow loneliness day after day.

Until later, she met him.

It was undoubtedly an incomparably pleasant memory.Thinking about it now, Miranda still does not deny that she still loves that man.She loves his humor, his handsomeness, and everything about him.It wasn't until that incident happened later, a betrayal, that this sincere emotion was mixed with a trace of hatred.

There is also a trace of regret.

No matter how many years passed, Miranda dared not recall that night.That night when it was pouring rain, no matter how loud the whimper was, it was lost in the piercing sound of the wind.Many years later, she had forgotten whether she had cried when she learned the truth. She only remembered sitting on the bedside, listening to the sound of rain outside as if the apocalypse was coming.

And the thunder and lightning outside the window made a deafening and frightening sound, which made the immature baby in the nursery cry unceasingly.But those cries did not arouse Miranda's motherly nature, but hurt her eardrums instead.It was as if those howls were mocking her powerlessness.So she stood up like a walking corpse, shaking her body unsteadily, and once knocked down several wine bottles at her feet.Finally, she came to the crib and raised her hand to the fragile and delicate neck...

In this way, it will be quiet, right?Miranda said in her heart: Son, please, let Mommy be quiet for a while.

When she regained consciousness, that small body lay quietly in her arms.And as she wished, obediently, she stopped crying forever.

Reaching out to pick up the hot black tea on the table, Miranda took another sip.She could feel her hands shaking violently, as if unable to bear the weight of guilt.

So, having gone through that incident, she knows Meg's feelings very well, because as early as the moment she lost her child, she also understood that she didn't care about Dylan at all, and loved the child more.It emerges from its own body.It is the grace of the gods, and it is also an incomparably beautiful miracle.Losing it not only dug a hole in her soul that could not be filled, but also made her wake up from time to time in the middle of the night, as if those loud cries were still lingering in her ears.

But at this time, no amount of love or hatred has anything to do with her.

Miranda thought, smiling.Vaguely, she seemed to hear someone urging her: Yes, if being a human being is so difficult, you might as well follow it.Since you love it, why not set off immediately and go to heaven to take good care of it.How much it needs you, you are its mother.Listening to this voice, she unconsciously nodded in agreement.With a warm smile on that beautiful face, Youyou fumbled for something from the drawer.

At this moment, Miranda felt sincerely happy.Holding the handle of the knife, she focused on piercing through the skin, engraved those blessings and recited them word by word.It will take some time, but she will spread them all over her body.At this moment, she will use her body as a coffin to forge the true good home for her child, as it once grew in her womb.This is what she should do, and it is the only thing she can do as a mother.

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