Chapter 1: The story of the wedge in the night
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Shadow Trail
- Post Road Brigade
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- 2021-04-11 11:55:02
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(Written before the story:
This wedge is used to connect with the plot of the previous two books, and is suitable for old readers who have been chasing down the road. New readers may be a little embarrassed, but it doesn’t matter. Skip the wedge and read chapter one directly. It’s no problem... the wedge’s story doesn’t affect the rhythm of the full text.
Oh, by the way, I buried a lot of clues in the plot of the first volume. You can try to find it. If you can find it, then when it is on the shelf, I will have an extra 5 chapters~ 105 chapter!
Okay, start the story! )
The world under the sun is always too straightforward, there are a lot of twists and turns, there is no sensitivity and obscurity, and there is no trace of mystery.
Therefore, the starting point of most beautiful stories takes place in a more tolerant night.
Under the dark package, the hands that wrote the story wrote the pen for the first time, and the nib rustled in the darkness, sketching out the prototype of the story little by little.
Like, the first light that illuminates the night...
"boom"
Under the calm night, accompanied by a sharp hiss, the horrible sound exploded, and all the glass in the room was broken at this moment, as if it was hit hard by invisible fists.
In the screams of men and women, terrifying chaos came.
Flames followed immediately after the explosion.
The scorching flame rolled wildly in the vibration of the ground, just like the ghost released. It howled and overwhelmed the country house, took those careless people into the sea of fire, and the poor people howled in the flames, prayed to all the gods they could find, but it was useless.
Despair is spreading in the flames.
"Wilton, hurry up, hurry up."
Under the blazing fire, the baby in her arms, wearing pajamas, the embarrassed woman was kneeling on the ground, trying to lift her fallen husband back.
But the collapsed bricks pressed against the man, and the flames expanded quickly behind him. His face was covered with sweat, his eyes filled with fear, and he struggled frantically, trying to escape this mortal doom.
He can't do it.
He is just an ordinary man, just a mortal.
"Go! Mey, go!"
The man supported the ground with his hands, and the heavy bricks pressed against him, getting heavier and heavier, like hell. In the increasingly hot room, under the beating of fire, he had foreseen his own destiny.
In the face of disaster, it is difficult for him to save himself, but he does not want to involve his loved ones.
The man felt the rapid spread of fire behind him, his sweaty face twisted, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes, and shouted to the crying helpless wife in front of him:
"Leave this with the child! Quickly, I am not saved..."
"I..."
The woman looked at her husband in despair, she wanted to help him, but the baby in her arms was crying constantly. This newly born life seems to feel danger too, the child is instinctively calling for help.
The cry of the baby awakened the woman. She looked at her husband for the last time, then gritted her teeth, wiped the tears on her face, and staggered around. She protected the baby in her arms with her arms and rushed into the aisle with her head down.
Behind her, her lover, the father of the child, Wilton Riley, watched his wife and son leave the desperate situation. After a dozen seconds, this man who fulfilled the duties of husband and father at the last moment of life Was engulfed by the violent flame.
"boom"
There was another thunder, and the wooden house was almost immune to the flames. At the moment when the woman was about to rush out of the fire, the second floor of the room collapsed almost, pressing the running woman against the burning Mars.
But even at the moment of falling, the instinct from motherhood still drives the woman to hug the baby in her arms tightly.
Even if the flame had ignited her clothes, even if blood had oozed out of the wound.
"Do not!"
The woman shook the Mars on her body, she screamed, her face was full of panic, but at the sight, everything had turned into flames.
There is no hope.
She and her children have nowhere to escape.
"Who will save us! Please, save us."
She was crying helplessly, and it was difficult for her to imagine why such nightmares would happen to them, but the proud fate never disdain to explain to mortals.
But prayer...maybe prayer is still useful in times of despair.
In the flames, Mrs. Riley's helpless prayer was finally answered at the moment when her consciousness was blurred.
A response from a higher will.
Mrs. Riley felt hallucinating, and in front of her, the burning flame was separating little by little, like a curtain being pulled open.
An illusory shadow, stepping on the flame, came to her step by step.
The man was wearing a straight black suit and a white shirt lined with a collar. He was wearing a gentleman hat with blue and black edges. Behind him, there was a wide blue cloak fluttering.
The flame was beating beside him, but he couldn't hurt him, he couldn't even get close. An invisible force suppressed the flames and let them recede, forming a blank arc around the two, just like a shelter in disaster.
The mysterious visitor stood in front of the injured woman. He looked at him from the top, and the woman looked at the mysterious person. Under the wide brim, she could see a face obscured by darkness, as well as the sides of her cheeks. Sideburns like white hair.
"You... are you here to save us?"
The joy of being born out of nowhere made the woman weep. But in the face of her hopeful inquiry, the mysterious man shook his head. He said in a magnetic voice:
"I can't save you, Mrs. Riley."
The mysterious man paused. He crouched down, stretched out his hand with black gloves, and wiped the ashes of the weak and painful woman in front of him. In the cry of the baby, he explained softly:
"You and your husband died in an accidental fire. This is destiny and I cannot change it. But..."
The mysterious man's eyes fell on the crying baby in Mrs. Riley's arms. A flash of light flashed in his eyes. He said:
"Your child, Merlin Riley, he is destined to play an important role in the future, and his life will not end tonight."
The mysterious man's words flashed surprise in Mrs. Riley's eyes. At this moment, she did not care about her own destiny. She stretched out her hands hard, and with the hands severely burned by the flames, she endured the torture of the flames. Her cheeks were twitching, but she still held the child in her arms, Handing it to the mysterious person in front of her, she prayed:
"It's okay... it's okay, that's enough. Please, take my child, take him away... save him."
The mysterious man looked at the hands covered with burn marks. He could imagine what kind of pain the woman was suffering, but he did not express too much emotion.
He took the baby with blood.
Strange to say, the crying baby stopped crying when he was embraced by the mysterious man, and he seemed to feel that danger was over.
"Relax, Mrs. Riley."
The mysterious man held the baby with one hand. He looked down at Mrs. Riley under his feet. He stretched out his fingers and splashed a blue halo on Mrs. Riley, isolating all the painful senses.
He could not save her, but at least he could let her return to death in peace. The mysterious man shook his arm slightly to make the baby in his arms more comfortable. He said softly:
"I am here for him, and I can guarantee that he will at least live safely until he is 18 years old..."
"Me and Wilton's child, he, will he be a great person?"
Mrs. Riley couldn't feel the pain anymore. She felt very tired. She desperately wanted to sleep, and just before the drowsiness struck, she struggled to ask the last question. But then, as if asking herself and answering herself, she said to herself with a tired face:
"Yes, he will definitely become a great person. Otherwise, how could the angels come to save him... Merlin, my son, how much my mom and dad wanted to be with you..."
"But, it's time to say goodbye."
The mysterious man stood in flames, watching the mother's eyes closed in front of her, and entered the last dream. He did not break through the poor dream of the poor woman.
In fact, the moment the child was born, the mission of the Rileys was completed. The mysterious man looked down at the baby in his arms, and the child also fell asleep.
"I am not an angel."
The mysterious man looked left and right, waved his fingers, completely annihilated the surrounding flames, then crouched down and put the child in his arms back into Mrs. Riley's arms. He reached out his finger and touched the child's head as if to say goodbye. He looked up at the starry sky above his head. Between the twinkles of the stars, it seemed that there were countless eyes looking at it, looking at the baby in his arms.
And his face shrouded in darkness showed a strange smile.
"As for you, Merlin, will you...be a great person?"
"So many big people watched you born, so many big people bet on you, what a magnificent life. But, how would you choose? I'm curious..."
The sleeping child could not answer him, of course, but the mysterious man didn’t need to answer. He stood up and took a step back. In the ruins of the Riley Manor that had been destroyed by the fire, he was like the ink in the water. In general, quietly dissipated in the darkness.
In the process of returning to darkness, in the flutter of his blue cloak, he said softly:
"Let's wait and see."
Before he dissipated completely, he looked at the watch on his wrist. He coughed lightly:
"It is now midnight on August 17, 1971. As observers on both sides, I declare..."
"game..."
"About to start!"
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A few days later, in Buffalo County, Wisconsin, the former home of the Riley family.
A little girl in a floral dress carefully hugged her cousin. This little girl frowned at the baby in her arms, making the baby stretch out her hands and smile.
On the sofa next to the little girl, a middle-aged woman with a black gauze sat there. She looked at the furniture and the house with sadness and nostalgia.
She is a distant member of the Riley family and a cousin of Wilton Riley who died a few days ago in a fire. She was married to New York a few years ago. She is the last relative of the declining Riley family.
After hearing about the cousin's tragedy, she immediately took her daughter to her hometown from New York.
"Mommy mommy."
Holding Xiao Meilin's little girl, she turned and looked at her mother. While stroking her cousin's head, she begged in a low voice:
"Can't we really take Xiao Meilin home? I always wanted a younger brother, please."
"Be good."
Ms. Riley reached out and touched her daughter's hair. She said to the girl:
"May, I know you like Merlin very much, but we can't take him away. The situation in our family does not allow an extra child. I want to go to work, you have to go to school, nobody can take care of him. If you really like Merlin, I can allow you to come back once a year to see him."
"What about Merlin?"
The little girl Mei deflated and looked at her mother:
"Are we going to send him to the orphanage?"
"will not."
Ms. Riley shook her head with a smile. She looked at the time and said to her daughter:
"I have found a new home for Merlin Jr., I have contacted James. That is an old friend who grew up with me and Wilton. He is a true gentleman. He is the best friend of Wilton and Mey. , I believe he will be willing to help take care of Xiao Meilin."
After talking, Ms. Riley raised her head and saw a red Chevrolet sports car, slowly entering the gate of Riley Manor. She stood up, adjusted her clothes and the black yarn on her arm. She said to her daughter:
"Look, they are here."
"May, you need to be more polite and call him Uncle Coulson, understand?"
The little girl saw a kind-faced couple coming out of the car and walking towards the house. She couldn't help but hold the baby in her arms, so she was not willing to give her only cousin to someone else's house to raise. But what my mother said made sense, Merlin did not follow them back to New York.
Little girl May looked down at her cousin. Although she was reluctant, she knew that perhaps fostering Merlin in Mr. Coulson's house was the best choice.
She lowered her head and kissed her brother's forehead. She said:
"Merlin, I will definitely come back to see you often."
"You villain, don't forget me!"
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