Update: Candlelight illuminates the faces of all the animals that turn their heads.

This made young Wordsworth feel inexplicably terrified.

He didn't move to the front row, just stood there.

On the stage, there was hope in Doe's eyes, but when he saw Wordsworth standing still, the light in her eyes slowly faded.

"What's the matter, Wordsworth?" asked Pan's shadow on stage. "Don't you want to stay here?"

Relying on candlelight, shadows were cast on the addicts and came to Wordsworth.

The boy in the red shirt still grabbed the pen in his pocket and said, "Although I really want to stay,

"But, I still have things I want to do."

"What do you want to do, Wordsworth?" The shadow was cast in front of the moonlight, on a raccoon addict.

In order not to draw attention, the pianist even took his breath away.

The goat looked up: "I want to be a playwright."

"Oh..." Pan's voice was still soft, "Our Wordsworth has a heart that wants to 'go out'.

"You want to leave 'downtown' to chase your dreams, right?"

I heard the taste of "tolerance" and "understanding" from Pan's shadow. Wordsworth, who had some fear in his heart, was finally able to speak smoothly:

"Yes, Mr. Shadow—

"I know the rules, I will keep it a secret, no one will know the existence here!"

Wordsworth had long heard that some people had chosen to refuse the "stay ritual" and left the park.

Although I heard that their situation is not very good, but...

He still wanted to go out and try.

Shadow's voice laughed: "Don't worry about this, the key is - Wordsworth, have you really thought about it?"

Almost without hesitation, he nodded.

After nodding, he himself was surprised by his decision.

He didn't realize that he was so eager to go out.

"Okay..." Shadow said as if talking to himself, "Some people grow up before they grow up.

"It's not that you have to leave - Midnight Paradise can't keep someone like you."

Shadow turned and walked away lifelessly, as if he had decided to ignore this again, to leave this joyous and warm fireplace and throw himself into the snow of the earthly fool.

"You'll regret it sooner or later."

When the shadow walked towards the stage, the entire hall of addicts fell into a low mood.

Wordsworth stood on tiptoe and waved across the crowd to Tina, who was sluggish on stage.

The doe blinked, bewildered.

In the candlelight, she wanted to wave goodbye, but seeing the heavy footsteps of Peter Pan's shadow, she still couldn't raise her hand.

Wordsworth's throat moved, his body shivered slightly, turned around, and strode out.

I choose to leave!

I can leave now!

The addicts didn't look back, and naturally didn't see him taking off the goat's hood, revealing his thin and delicate face.

He trotted out the door and looked at the pitch-dark front with mixed feelings in his heart.

Anticipation, hesitation, excitement, anxiety...

His eyes were fixed on the front, but he was completely unaware of two things—

The golden ticket stub was tightly attached to the back of his soul, as if it would forever indicate his origin.

In the woods outside the house of the addicted, a huge silhouette appeared.

It appears to have tree-like horns on its head, with black buds on the horns.

The things in the shadows quietly stared at the back of the leaving boy...

Inside the cave, the fire stopped.

A symbolic picture emerges in the hall of addicts:

The red-shirted boy wearing a goat's hood was walking out of the cave.

On the other side, a girl in a green dress and a doe's headgear is walking towards the shadow of Peter Pan on the stage.

One side was dyed a dangerous red by the light, while the other was a soft green.

"This is...?" Moonlight looked a little puzzled.

Sean murmured: "After everything, you need to answer...

"What choices can bring pain, and how can joy last forever?"

This is what the gray rabbit girl said before.

"That is to say, now that we have seen the past scenes, we should make a choice about her question." Moonlight nodded.

The inquiring eyes looked at the other two companions.

There is no doubt that everyone agrees that green should be chosen.

After all, it's not for them to choose whether to accept the "stay ritual", but to answer what is the "right" choice in the context of the addict.

An obvious warning.

And if they, the people involved in the game, gave answers that the questioner didn't want...

Even in a better situation, it may be an outright loss of the game.

And losing a game in Midnight Paradise never ends well.

The four of Sean stepped into the soft green light.

Then, the gray that originally surrounded the hall of addicts, a symbol of the past, receded.

The time has come, and Sean and the others are still mixed in the crowd in the hall.

Peter Pan's shadow is still standing on the stage: "This is a scene that really happened here back then...

"Wordsworth, that silly boy...

"After he left Midnight Paradise, he didn't get his wish."

Suddenly, the shadow of Wordsworth appeared on the smooth stone wall.

His shadow walked into a family, and the owner of the family promised to guide him in writing, and slowly cultivated him into his own "gunner"...

The shadow on the wall interprets Wordsworth's later story.

The interpretation of the shadow is reflected in the eyes of all the addicts present, allowing them to experience how terrifying it is to "leave Midnight Paradise and enter the adult world".

In the end, the shadow of the young man on the wall raised his sharp knife and stabbed his "teacher".

Bloody, tragic ending.

When everyone was overwhelmed by the tragedy or discomfort or obsession that appeared on the wall, only Sean frowned:

"Could it be that it was because of Peter Pan's intervention that Wordsworth's life fell into a tragic tragedy?

"Now this is used as a warning, so that children in Xiacheng choose to stay in the ceremony instead of going out?"

The shadow is still re-engraving the carnage of that night.

Blades, blood, madness...

"However, there is a problem here." Sean raised his hand involuntarily, wanting to stroke his chin, but only touched the hair on the lower jaw of the gray wolf, "As I walked along, one thing became obvious— Peter Pan's supernatural power is mainly in the creation of the spiritual world and the rules of the game...

"How could he have arranged for Wordsworth to meet Mourning, the old playwright?"

Powers involving "fate" are rare even among the gods.

"Is it all a coincidence?"

"He just used this coincidence to educate the addicts?"

It is unknown for the time being~lightnovelpub.net~ However, Sean always feels that the tragedy of Wordsworth is not like a coincidence.

Thinking like this, he unconsciously began to flip through the "file cabinets" in the "Shengen Space" that stored a lot of materials.

The moonlight on one side seemed to suddenly remember something.

He craned his neck and searched among all the addicts watching the "shadow play".

Soon, he saw the figure he was looking for——

that doe.

She is still the same height. Standing in the corner, the green color of the skirt on his body has faded a little.

On the wall, Wordsworth's tragic fate was reflected in her eyes...

But she was unmoved, just watched quietly, as if she was just staring at the swaying shadows of trees.