'How is this possible? '
Something seemed to explode in Gu Jun's mind. A sea of chaotic thoughts entangled in his mind, causing his heart to throb with pain.
How did the contents of the watcher's diary change? Didn't the diary take place in the foreign world a long time ago?
This was a reward given by the system. This power was not known to Afterlife Cult or R'yleh Cult. That was where the variable lied …
Was the time and space here distorted? Could it be that the things that happened here could change the past?
"Gu Jun!" Wu Shiyu rushed over to shake him. "Stop, I think your mind is being affected. Stop!"
'Is that so? ' Gu Jun pressed his hand to his head. He knew this was not as simple as it seemed, or else the diary would not have changed …
"Let me try to open a door." Wu Shiyu reached out to take the blade from Gu Jun's hand. "Let's see what this is."
"No, no …" Gu Jun stopped her. His mind was probably affected as well. "If I'm affected, you can't be affected as well. One of us has to remain normal or else everything will be messed up … messed up …"
"What did you see?" Wu Shiyu asked. "Can't you tell me?"
Gu Jun looked at her and a sense of uneasiness washed over him. Her figure appeared to blur.
Her tone was unfamiliar. 'Is she really Wu Shiyu? Could it be that from the moment he walked into this old house, or when it started, this was just an illusion? Is this some other existence? Or have they separated? Dirty-minded Yu would not have been so proactive …
'Or is it because of my paranoia? ' 'Is that so? '
"It's nothing …" Gu Jun said hoarsely. "Let's go up to the third floor." Perhaps, perhaps Old Dog Uncle was hiding up there?
He took the oil lamp from her hand, grabbed the blade, and headed for the stairs. Out of the corner of his eyes, he kept an eye on the figure following behind him. He felt that her expression was too calm, her words too ordinary, and her eyes too sharp. She was not like Wu Siyu …
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"It's nothing." As he said this again, he focused his mind and walked through the dilapidated staircase, stepping onto the third floor of the old house.
From the outside, it could be seen that the third floor of the house was a loft-like structure. It was less than half the size of the first and second floors, and there was a sloping roof above it. He picked up the kerosene lamp and shone it around. The beams of the roof were covered with cobwebs. He looked around and saw that the ground was littered with debris.
There were medical books with foreign language covers, moldy glass test tubes, tattered documents …
The light shone again, and the surrounding walls seemed to be covered with strange drawings.
"Shi Yu, can you see those paintings?" Gu Jun asked in a deep voice. He saw those giant bats, which were the same as the ones on the walls of Chen Defa's cave. There were also broken corpses, twisted trees, towering peaks, and there seemed to be a painting of a deserted island with a house on it …
"I can see it. It's a very strange feeling." Wu Shiyu nodded.
The more Gu Jun looked at her, the more he felt that something was wrong. It did not look like her, it really did not look like her.
'Or is there something wrong with my mind?' He gritted his teeth and placed the kerosene lamp on a small wooden table next to him. He took out the Carlop scalpel from his medkit and held it in his hand. He wanted to clear his mind, but there were some other anomalies that appeared before his eyes.
At that moment, he noticed a khaki envelope on the wooden table. It felt very familiar.
The letter that was mailed to Mr. Child, the other mission reward from dissecting the zombie …
"Is it that one?" Putting down the scalpel, Gu Jun picked up the letter. Even though the envelope was old and covered in a layer of dust, the handwriting was still legible.
"Recipient: Michaels Child
Sender: Jordy Ortham. Mailing Address: National Capital – Carlott College. "
It was not that one. The sender of that letter was an 'old friend', and there was no address …
'It's from Carlott College?' Gu Jun took out the only piece of paper from the already torn envelope. Half of the page was filled with foreign language. His eyes scanned the page, and he started to read it quickly.
"You have been accepted by the school … The new school year will begin on the first of September …
"Child, you have great talent, and it should not be wasted. Coming to the school is a new beginning. There will be challenges, but you will face them with your new friend. "
This was … Mr. Ortham's handwritten letter to Child. The words were solemn, but there was also a hint of encouragement and comfort, as if he knew about Child's hesitation.
But from the looks of it, it was written in the watcher's diary, and in the end, Child did not go.
'Why?' Gu Jun's head started to hurt even more. Feeling something, he opened the letter in his mind again …
Confusion flooded his mind. It had changed, and it had changed. The letter sent by his' old friend 'had become the one in his hand.
'A letter'? Could this letter be changed …?
How could it be? He took a deep breath. It was as if this letter had triggered a mood. Was this the mood of Child? Hesitation, hesitation, not wanting to plunge into that new environment. Entering Carlop meant many things, such as the expectations of the villagers. They hoped that their Mr. Child would make a name for himself there …
It made all the major towns talk about the Child from Warsong Town.
But the competition in Carlop was too fierce. There were too many geniuses. He was not that good, and he knew that he was not that good …
But the villagers did not know that there could be other reasons for not going to Carlop.
It was a pity. They would say that Child was a waste of talent.
But they would not say that Child was just a mediocre person.
"Ah …" Gu Jun threw the letter away, but the severe headache was still bothering him. In the end, Child did not go to Carlott College. He wanted to walk his own path. He began to study medicine and mysticism, but he always failed and did not gain anything …
On the other hand, when Child walked in the town, he would always hear about Carlop. Because regardless of whether it was the drunkards in the taverns, the farmers in the fields, or the gentry at banquets, everyone was keen to talk about Carlott College and the dazzling new stars.
The Son of Iron, Freud Lenton …
Genius, everyone said that he was a genius who ranked high in the rankings since the founding of Carlop College, the Son of Iron favored by the Goddess of Life …
"The Son of Iron." Gu Jun muttered. He felt a complicated sense of hatred. He did not want to think about it, but he would think about it from time to time.
That was the person that Child wanted to be but could never become.
The strong Lenton, the genius Lenton, the dazzling Lenton.
The cowardly Child, the mediocre Child, the lowly Child.
Chandler, who was unfortunately infected by the plague and would soon turn into a filthy, disgusting ghoul.
In this house, he made up a dream for himself. In the dream, he was no longer the Child, he was Lenton, he was someone else.
The Child was also someone else. This plague was created by the cult that the Child belonged to because they wanted to create an even scarier plague, to create Necro-skins that were scarier than zombies, to ravage this whole world, to defeat Lenton, to change everything that was already set in stone …
But this was a dream, a dream.
His Child was still trapped here, in this broken house.
"Ah!" Gu Jun pressed his hands against his throbbing head. "It's fake, I know it's fake, I'm Gu Jun …"
At that moment, the flickering light from the kerosene lamp caught a strange figure before him. The unfamiliar face was haggard, strange, and sickly. The uncoordinated protrusion of the cheekbones, gums, and mandibles indicated that he was in the process of turning into a zombie.
"Don't move!" Gu Jun gasped. He grabbed the long blade from the table beside him and raised it … Then he saw the figure also raise the same long blade.
The light flickered, and he saw it. There was a full-length mirror with a copper frame, and the figure was his reflection in the mirror.
There was no other figure around him, no Wu Shiyu or anyone else.
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