Shadow of the Beautiful World

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"Question..."

In the dim light, in the harsh music, Merlin with a black cowboy hat picked up a glass of wine slightly and said to the drunk man sitting opposite him:

"What belongs to you only, and everyone has it, but it is used by others far more often than you?"

"Uh... let me think about it, I must know this! Everyone knows that I am the smartest."

The drunken man's eyes were red, he didn't know why he was sitting here, playing a guessing game with this young boy with sunglasses.

But when the person is drunk, his self-control ability drops too much, and he can't think of anything else in his chaotic mind.

He said that he wanted to solve the puzzle, but when he thought about it, the rude guy's head was crooked, and a moment later, a deep grunt sounded in this noisy little bar.

It stands to reason that it is not possible to sell alcohol to young people under the age of 21 here, but at this midnight, when the bar is the busiest, who cares?

Please, this is 1989. Even mobile phones have not been popularized. Computers and the Internet are only toys for a small number of people. The future of science and technology is flourishing. It is still ruled by tradition, especially in this place that penetrates into the interior of the United States. .

Merlin drank his glass of wine slowly, and he took out the crumpled money from his pocket and pressed it under the glass. Then he looked at the time again, and dragged the box at his feet, ready to leave here.

His train is almost there...

When passing by the drunk man who slept sweetly, Merlin held out his hand, straightened the drunk man who was about to fall down, then patted his shoulder, and announced the answer to the riddle in his ear:

"The answer is the name. The most common thing everyone has."

Merlin took out a few banknotes from the drunk man's pocket with tattoos on his arms, and then moved his shoulders, squeezed the crowds at midnight and left the unknown little bar.

Stepping out of the bar and standing on the dark street, the cold night breeze from Lake Michigan blew head-on, letting Merlin wake up a little from that slight posture.

He looked at the banknote in his hand. He shook his head and handed over most of the banknote to the tramp curled up by the roadside. In the hoarse gratitude of the homeless man, he inserted his left hand in the pocket of his coat, holding a heavy suitcase in one hand, and pushed down the cowboy hat. Under the light of the pale street lights, a person walked to the station not far away.

In the wind, Merlin whispered slightly sadly:

"Unfortunately...I have completely lost it."

This is Chicago, this is the second stop of Merlin’s aimless long-distance travel,

From Madison, Merlin came to the real big city of Chicago. Merlin still remembers that when he was 4 years old, the story in Chicago was moved to the Broadway stage by those screenwriters. Even people as far away as Wisconsin know the sensation of that drama.

Those stories happened at his feet, but unfortunately, Merlin did not appreciate the stage drama at this time.

He did not come for pleasure.

On a street not far from the train station, Merlin looked at the various neon signs on the street. He strolled through the street until he came to a very narrow store.

The store used blue and red lamps to form a slightly mysterious pattern, and even when standing outside the store, Merlin could smell the strong smoke from the house.

Most people don't use incense, let alone use incense as a mosquito coil like this.

This is a psychic shop and the product of Western feudal civilization. This is the most important purpose for Merlin to come to Chicago. He inquired on the train that this local psychic seems to be very effective.

As an ordinary person who has lived for 18 years, Merlin wants to pursue the mystery of magic. In addition to looking for unreliable psychics and Indian shamans who are far away in the Indian Reservation, what else can he do? Do you really want to abandon all your conscience and mix it up with cultists?

But this is not the first psychic that Merlin has visited in the past half month.

Merlin stood in front of the store. He looked at the store in front of him with suspicion and scrutiny. Seriously, he didn't believe that the people in the store could really help him.

But here comes all...maybe try it.

Merlin held out his hand, and at the moment when he opened the door, the neon lights of the store suddenly shone, and then the whole was like a firecracker lit, in a white spark jump, less than 5 meters from Merlin Where it exploded.

This sudden noise did not surprise Merlin at all.

He is used to these things.

During this period of travel, he has summed up the law.

As long as you stay in a place for more than 2 hours, the original doom will begin to spread around, and after 6 hours, it will cause real trouble that may hurt people.

But as long as Merlin keeps moving, the time for this doom to break out will be greatly extended. It was as if there was a force urging him not to stop and advance.

"Oh, another confused soul, come to me for help."

When Merlin stepped into this psychic store filled with strange aromas, a low, hoarse voice sounded in the deliberately dim light. The sound sounded something, but Merlin didn't feel the abnormal breath in the house.

Walking around the room with sunglasses on his eyes, Merlin shook his head in disappointment. There was almost no trace of magic in this house, not even one or two weak spirits.

In the past few days, Merlin has heard strange whispers from time to time. Every night, he almost wakes up from the strange nightmare, but the good news is that his ghosting is finally completely cured.

The vision in front of him finally became clear again, even a little too clear.

Merlin found that his eyes could not only easily see things in the dark, but even vaguely see things that normal people should not see. Those spirits, to be precise, are ghosts and other eccentric creatures.

Especially after Merlin took off his sunglasses, as long as he looked at it carefully, those things would become clear in his eyes.

Merlin called this ability of these eyes "spiritual vision", but the act of opening the spiritual vision is risky.

Because when you see them, it means that they will see you too.

For a young man such as Merlin who does not understand magic at all, he provoked those anomalous creatures, and he was looking for death. So after discovering the abnormality of his eyes, Merlin almost never took off his sunglasses.

The doom has been miserable enough, and Merlin does not want to cause other troubles before he solves this troubled doom.

"Come on, sit down, boy."

The psychic in the room is dressed like a legendary wizard. This guy, who looks more than 50 years old, even sacked himself with a purple robe with stars and a nondescript tip. Horn hats are like the kind of hats wizards use.

With the incense of the choking people in the house, and the white candles deliberately placed in a weird shape, and the unconscious magic array painted on the ground with black paint, all seem to be walking into this The store's people said that this psychic is a real "in stock" person.

It is a pity that no matter how he pretends to be a master, no matter how misleading, he can't conceal the essence of him as a normal mortal.

At least in Merlin’s eyes, the old man’s spirit was already weak. What he reflected in his eyes was even a slightly ugly soul.

Merlin sat in front of the psychic psychic. The old man picked up a tarot card from the table. He looked at Merlin. He had a deep smile, and he said:

"Child, do you have anything to ask?"

"I..."

Merlin didn't know what to say, he already knew the essence of the psychic in front of him, which also made him a little interested. He saw several psychic evangelists, but without exception, they were all liars.

This made him feel that this road might not work.

So Merlin was silent for a moment, he shook his head and stood up:

"I'm sorry, I lost your time, but I think you may not be able to solve my problem."

After finishing the talk, Merlin was going to leave, but behind him, the old man saw that a business was about to break, he lowered his voice and said in a very bluff tone:

"You fell into darkness!"

"Ok?"

Merlin's footsteps stopped, which made the old man feel a sense of ecstasy. The person who made a living by deception knows how to watch words and watch. Seeing Merlin hesitate, he knows that he guessed right.

So he said again:

"You have experienced something unimaginable by ordinary people, boy, that must be terrible. I guess it is related to some legendary creatures, I can feel that you must be scared... Come on, talk to me, Maybe, can I really help you?"

Merlin turned around with a taunt on his face.

This kind of rhetoric is almost exactly the same as that of the first few psychic swindlers.

So he reached out his hand and took off his sunglasses. The red light in those black eyes, like Mars, scared the old spirit medium straight.

The pointed cap used to bluff people on the head fell to the ground because of too much movement, revealing the true look of this guy.

He is a...bald.

"This question..."

Merlin pointed his eyes, he said:

"Can you solve it?"

The old man was choked and speechless, Merlin looked at the fear on his face and he shrugged:

"Unfortunately, it seems you can't solve it."

After he finished speaking, he shook his head and brought his sunglasses back. He doesn't plan to waste any more time. He has been in Chicago for a long time and he should leave.

But when Merlin came to the door, the old man behind him gritted his teeth and shouted at him:

"Wait, kid, your problem is something I've never seen before, so if I want to solve it, I have to use something dangerous... which means, you have to increase the price!"

"?"

Merlin looked back at the old man, who had an extra box in his hand.

He seemed to feel that he was despised by this young man, which made him feel a kind of humiliation when he claimed to be a great psychic. The most important thing is that once this kid goes out and talks everywhere, he will eventually become a good business and will be hit again.

In the business of scammers, fame is the most important.

"this thing!"

The bald psychic holding up the box in his hand is like holding a real treasure. He said to Merlin in awe:

"This thing was once admired by the tribe of the Indians. There are legends that it contains a horrible spirit. After I got it, even a powerful psychic like me feared its power... Kid, if it’s not your problem It's too serious, I can't use it."

There was a cunning light in the old man's eyes, he said:

"Every time I use it, I have to pay for part of my life, so this time the inquiry is expensive, $1,000! Otherwise, you can go."

Merlin did not leave, because in his eyes, the box held by the old man was indeed wrapped with a strange halo, which was very obscure and dangerous, but this was the first time Merlin had actually seen a magical item.

It seems that this psychic is really a bit in hand.

Merlin took all his money out of his pocket, and he threw it on the old man's table, scattered for hundreds of dollars.

Merlin looked at him and said frankly:

"This is all my money. If you don't want to use it, then I can't help it."

The old man looked at the money on the table, he frowned, but considering that the business today was really bad, he finally nodded after thinking about it, pointing to the chair in front of him, and said to Merlin:

"Well, for your sake of being a kid, I will help you once and make an exception. Sitting there, don't be afraid of whatever you see."

Merlin did the same.

He watched the old man open the box. There was a long-awaited expectation in his heart. He was really tortured by the doomed doom. He desperately wanted to get rid of it.

And the old man was reading a "spell" that no one could understand. With one hand squeezing an imperceptible handprint, he also lit a few candles, and then in Merlin's gaze, he took out something from the box. .

That's a...bell.

The green bell looks very old, and even has green patina on it, which looks like a creation from some ancient civilization. But at the moment the old man took the bell out, Merlin's face changed greatly.

He recognized the breath, which was very similar to the breath of the former Sannomiya. Although it was not the same and appeared a little weak, but the smell of sulfur filling the nose and mouth, the feeling of burning with a flame, that Yes...

Devil's breath!

"Don't move it!"

Merlin stood up screaming, trying to stop the old liar who had no limits.

But this behavior was misunderstood by the old man. He took a step back and avoided Merlin’s hand. He said:

"Evil! I order you to withdraw from this young man's body!"

With the shaking of the old man's wrist, the unknown green bell was shaken.

"Ding Ding Ding, Ding Ding Ding."

A clear voice came from the bell, like a red needle, stabbing Merlin's soul fiercely. The young man covered his ears and howled and fell to the ground. Hidden in his soul, the dark power from the third house demon was disturbed by the breath of another demon and began to roll wildly in Merlin's soul.

The young man's ears were full of laughter from **** demons, and the vision in front of him became blood red.

Fear, hate, anger, and various negative emotions broke out from the bottom of Merlin's heart. Those dark forces seemed to find a breakthrough. A brain burst out of Merlin's broken soul and began to appear on his body. On his fingers, the black smoke began to dissipate, and his flesh and blood collapsed like quicksand.

As if it were, Merlin was going to be gasified.

In the black smoke, there was a dark red Mars that made the scalp tingle, like an ash storm after the flame was extinguished.

"Stop! Stop!"

Merlin screamed and wailed. However, his request and change were thought by the old scammer who had no learning skills to be his "exorcism ritual". He began to shake the green bell more vigorously.

"Demon! Retreat!"

"Ding Ding Ding, Ding Ding Ding."

The ringtones are getting faster and faster, and the dark power that is disturbed is spreading faster and faster. Eventually, when Merlin raised his head again, his eyes completely turned into pure white, and the dark will contained in it made the old man scared to step back a few steps.

But... late.

At the next moment, Merlin's body spread out as if it were an endless cluster of black ash storms, with an eruptive and pervasive gesture, like a awakened dark monster, the entire room, together with that, did evil. Together with the old scammers.

"boom"

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