...That would make him look reckless.
"Zizi...Zizi..."
Suddenly, he heard a strange noise coming from the radio.
Looking at Lille, Lille glared at him and spread his hands, indicating that he did not do anything.
"Zizi...Zizi..."
The unusual movement continued. Lille tried to analyze the content but failed. This was not their internal code.
really weird……
Until he accidentally looked up and opened his mouth - he found that the "blood corruptor" outside was rubbing the giant shrimp with his hands - if that organ is called gills, then it must be the gills... and the frequency of that friction is exactly the same as the strange sound?
What does it mean?
What are they doing?
He checked himself to make sure he was not affected in any way.
Looking at Lille again, it was also normal, so why was it that——
and many more.
His eyelids twitched, and Gare suddenly remembered that it seemed like he hadn't heard Rossi speak for a long time.
This is not normal, this guy always talks a lot, especially when he is drunk. Rossi is a real chatterbox when he is drunk.
Trembling, he suppressed his fear and turned his head little by little, just in time to see a man bending down tiptoeing and grabbing the handle of the door with both hands.
"Rosie don't-!"
"boom!"
He yelled, but it was too late.
The call and the sound of the door opening were almost synchronized, and the last scene the two people in the outpost saw was: the man named Rossi Ian turned around and smiled at them, then jumped from the gap with a kind of madness and determination.
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I had too many things to do yesterday. I feel really sorry for missing a day. I will try not to miss anything this month. After all, the workload in February is heavier.
Chapter 30: Horror in the Winter Wind
In the early morning, Hitzfeld suddenly opened his eyes, sat up in bed and gasped.
There are indeed many people who care about her, and many people hope that she can "get over it", even though these people may not even know what she is suffering from - they simply want the best for her.
This is great, but "reconciling with the past" is not something that can be done just because the person involved wants to.
Hitzfeld thought she had rested long enough - several weeks had passed, and because of the connivance of the outside world, she was able to hide in this place like an ostrich, numb herself all day long and even afraid to sleep.
She was afraid of having that nightmare again.
Sometimes I think that I am not as good as Xia. Before meeting me, he had been alone for so many years. How could she have the leisure to feel sorry for Xia?
Of course, Hitzfeld had thought, "This is not right," and "I have rested enough, I can try to face it, face this reality again"... In fact, she was trying last night. It was the first time since that incident that she had actively fallen asleep without any external interference.
The result was neither good nor bad, the good news was that her nightmare was very short this time.
It’s not that it was really short - she slept through the entire eternal night, a long time of nearly twenty hours. It’s just that in terms of feeling, she felt that this nightmare was not long.
Coldis didn't bother her for too long in her dream. She thought it was great. Maybe after waking up, she wouldn't have to think about it every day: when she was cooking, mopping the floor, cleaning the windows, or even working in the tool room.
But the bad news is that she inexplicably had another nightmare after that one.
It was in the darkness that she dreamed of the Linghai that Xia Yibing mentioned in the previous letter.
She woke up from her dream and found that the eternal night was still there. Outside the window was a large group of fluorescent deep-sea fish. It seemed that the entire manor had moved from the ground to the bottom of the sea overnight. The deep sense of oppression almost made her breathless.
But that was not the real culprit that woke her up. The scene that caused her to wake up was yet to come - she saw a group of creatures with upper bodies that looked like humans and lower bodies that were grown together, but not very much like mermaids, swimming outside.
They look disgusting. Hitzfeld has her own set of criteria for judging whether something is disgusting, but as long as something can trigger the uncanny valley, then whether she admits it or not, they are disgusting.
She saw these strange creatures gathering together, seemingly mating and reproducing.
Then she saw the "drowned man".
First, some people whose faces could not be seen clearly fell down in groups of three or five, and were surrounded by those weird mermaids.
She originally thought that these strange creatures would either ignore them or eat them alive, but she never expected that they would be so "interested" in the people who fell into the water. The gentle caressing of their bodies definitely did not seem like they were preparing to eat.
This process was simply disgusting. To be honest, she was almost awake at this point - her consciousness was divided into two layers. One layer of Hitzfeld knew that this was fake, a dream; the other layer of Hitzfeld was still immersed in the dream and didn't want to wake up.
Until she saw another figure falling down.
That familiar outline, even that bright face...
No matter what kind of shitty dream this was, she didn't want to continue dreaming it. She used her willpower to control herself and force herself to wake up, and then there was the scene at the beginning where she sat up and gasped.
Why would I dream about something so strange?
She asked herself, and of course got no answer.
The winter wind was blowing, hitting the windows from time to time, making crackling and whimpering sounds.
If she heard this noise in a nightmare, or if she woke up in the middle of eternal night, the sound would sound creepy.
But now it is daybreak, even though it is not a sunny day and one can only see the pale grey light unique to snowy days through the thin curtains. But that is enough. It is enough to make anyone who was still troubled by nightmares in the last second come back to reality immediately and think about how to face the real predicament.
The real dilemma – heating.
The bigger the house, the easier it is to get cold. Hitzfell Manor has witnessed the development of the times on Earth. Many renovations have made its architectural structure much warmer than ordinary villas and even ordinary castles, but this cannot stop it from not having a fire for a day and a night.
Hardly able to see clearly with the gray light, Hitzfeld reached for the bedside lamp, found a small rope and pulled it.
With a "click", the lampshade lit up.
She breathed a sigh of relief—it meant the small generator was still working properly.
Its power is indeed not high, but it is enough to provide household electricity for a period of time.
From the sound, it seems that the snow has been falling all night long?
It seems a bit exaggerated... I have to go out and shovel the snow later. Don't let the snow bury the motor room, otherwise there will be big problems such as electric leakage.
Thinking about today's plan in her mind, the girl took a short top and pantyhose from the bedside, and without getting out of bed, she lazily put them on under the quilt.
After ensuring this most basic layer of warmth was in place, she quickly threw back the quilt, grabbed her long skirt and put it on.
Then I put on gloves, a short jacket, and closed-foot slippers... After I was fully armed, I rushed into the bathroom to wash my face and give myself a thorough mental stimulation.
With the contrast of ice water, the dry air is not so unbearable.
Hitzfeld went downstairs quickly, picked up a bundle of firewood from the wall of the first-floor hall and threw it into the fireplace. He then bent down and grabbed a bundle of hay from the drawer next to the fireplace, and picked up the matches on the stove and lit them.
The tiny flame first ignites the most fragile plush part of the licorice pile, grows stronger little by little, and then begins to transfer its strength to the firewood.
As the fire grew, Hitzfeld dragged the sofa over and sat by the fire, stretching his arms and legs to stretch his body, and finally felt alive again.
It may sound a bit exaggerated, but this is what life is like in an environment of minus 20 degrees Celsius.
This winter was exceptionally cold, especially since heating systems had not yet been invented in this era.
Can I research it myself?
Hitzfeld was warming himself by the fire, lost in thought.
What was the principle of modern heating systems? She remembered that it boiled water.
But she really didn't know whether it was to pour the boiled water into the pipes and transport it to the radiator, or to use electricity to heat the cold water in the radiator.
"What good does it matter if I know clearly?" She turned her head to look at the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the gap, she could vaguely see pieces of ice hitting the glass.
It’s so cold today, does she have to go to the tool shed in the wind and snow?
She had no interest in finding fault with herself. No matter how optimistic she was, this was something she would only consider after the winter was over.
I turned around as if I had sensed something and saw a white shadow squatting in the corner.
For a moment, Hitzfeld's hair stood on end.
She knew it was Lily—yes, she knew.
She was too familiar with Lily's figure and that dignified yet slightly silly face. She shouldn't have any overreaction to this. Why should she be afraid of this stupid dog?
But she just...
She can’t control…
In a moment of trance, she actually mistook Lily for a white wolf.
A wolf, a ferocious beast, appeared silently in her home, in the most private residence of her daily life. Two blue lights were staring at her in the darkness, as if they would attack her in the next second.
With this illusion as a prelude, it was only natural for her to be afraid.
"Wang?"
The big white dog moved towards the fire, but it didn't understand why Hitzfeld was so afraid of its approach.
She immediately stood up, gave it the best spot next to the sofa, then made a big circle and went upstairs. No one knew where she was going.
Its intelligence was not enough to understand that its owner was afraid of it. Its desire for warmth made it hesitate for a while before it moved closer to the fireplace, found a comfortable place to lie down, curled up and continued to sleep.
Upstairs, Hitzfeld was pouring cool water over his face.
She thought she must be crazy for treating the pet she lived with day and night as a wild beast that had broken into her home.
What kind of ferocious beast could break into this manor?
Anyone running on the ground couldn't even touch the periphery of the manor without her permission - even if they accidentally came in, there were ice needle marks to warn her. What was she afraid of?
"Is it the influence of the 'Mysterious Lord' on me, or is it simply because of that dream that I have a mental disorder?"
The face in the mirror remained calm, but her trembling lips betrayed her.
She always felt that this was not normal.
"There is also the possibility of aesthesia..."
Ah, it seems that it’s a good thing that she forcibly interrupted that strange dream.
Chapter 31: The Ice Messenger
After some thought, Hitzfeld determined that the source of his panic and uneasiness...all this was the second strange dream.
The last person to fall was undoubtedly Xia Yibing. She felt that this might be the scene that her subconscious mind feared the most. Then, affected by the first nightmare, some rules in the dream world operated spontaneously, making her experience deeper pain and fear.
What a damn mental loophole—
Tapping the sink lightly with his fist, Hitzfeld wondered if there was any way to avoid this.
Just as she always emphasizes to others, isn't it? When problems occur, being entangled, exposed, and afraid... these emotions are useless. When encountering a problem, the most important thing to do is to think about the cause and find a way to eliminate it from the root.
"That's not getting better." She stroked her pale face in the mirror. "It won't get better this way. It's increasing its erosion of me. It wants me to be more afraid, to give up resistance, and to be influenced by it and turn into a monster..."
This is a very old-fashioned method, but she doesn't often sleep in the eternal night, so she is not sure whether this change is naturally deepened or affected by the eternal night.
She speculated it was the latter, but she lacked evidence.
If she wanted to confirm it, she would probably have to have a few more nightmares, and she was quite averse to this.
The first nightmare has revealed who the person she cares about the most is. To be frank, who knows what kind of suffering Xia will suffer if she continues to dream?
Killed by monsters? Eaten by evil creatures?
She didn't want this, even though she was sure that every time she had this kind of dream, she would be able to realize that it was a dream at the first moment - it was just a dream, she didn't want to see those scenes.
The reason why she became mentally abnormal was probably because she was subconsciously afraid of these things, so the most important thing she should do now was to take some sedatives and then find something to do.
The medicine cabinet was in the bedroom. After she came out, she opened the cabinet door and picked and chose, and saw a cylindrical box in the corner.
Squinting, Hitzfeld didn't remember buying this thing.
She was confident in her memory and was sure it shouldn't be here.
After all, she was still worried, so she found a pair of gloves and put them on, covered her face with a mask, went to an empty room, and operated the box with her hands far away, unscrewing it little by little.
No exception.
Instead, she first smelled a faint fragrance in her nose, which then became stronger and stronger. She couldn't help but sway her body as if she was drunk, and two blushes appeared on her cheeks.
This is, a bit like a nourishing incense?
