Bill felt that some sense of ritual was needed tonight.

Earlier today, before setting off for that mysterious location, Wordsworth found himself. He said with a serious face that he will make that difficult but necessary decision tonight. After that, he will return in the night. He was still a little scared of coming back alone, and wished Bill would pick him up.

Bill readily agreed. In order to show his importance, the teenage boy found a way to get a Ford T1 sedan, and carefully drove it outside Kensington Park as a novice driver.

For the first time Bill saw from a distance the suspicious place to which he had been invited. There was a black mist, which gave people a creepy feeling.

Bill sat in the car, turned off the lights, and waited quietly. After thinking about it in the dark for about an hour, he saw a familiar figure coming out of the darkness.

It was Wordsworth. The kid really came out.

Bill got out of the car excitedly, slammed the door, and walked towards his good buddy.

A fish that bites, a fish that swims deep...

This story was indeed what Bill heard from his father. Still, he knew he never did well.

He didn't expect that his good brother Wordsworth did it. Although Bill had no personal experience of how great the temptation of that paradise was, Wordsworth was the only one he knew who walked out alone.

This says a lot. Bill also believes more and more that his good brother will definitely have a limitless future in the future.

"Warth!" Bill ran over excitedly. The faint light of the street lamp behind him could already illuminate the outline of Wordsworth's face. Although he looked not very well, he did have a smile on his face.

Bill ran a few steps, and his steps suddenly froze...

In the blink of an eye—he didn't know whether it was his hallucination or the real thing—

He saw a huge beast hidden in the black mist behind his good friend. There seemed to be a giant tree growing above the beast's head, and something was falling in the darkness.

Seeing Bill's eyes, Wordsworth was a little frightened, and turned his head in a trembling voice: "What's wrong?"

The moment Wordsworth turned his head, the shocking scene disappeared, as if it had been nothing more than a haphazard vision drawn by darkness and night mists.

The huge black deer disappeared. Bill shook his head, thinking that maybe he was too nervous: "It's okay."

He laughed immediately, and patted his friend on the back hard: "Before you, I don't think I've heard of anyone being able to leave there!"

Bill's eyes were inevitably still a little lonely: "But, Tina chose to stay..."

"Everyone will make a choice..." Bill shrugged and sent Wordsworth into the car, "Everyone has to bear their own choice."

After closing the co-pilot's door, Bill returned to the driver's seat with a mysterious smile on his face: "I got some whiskey, have you never had a bar? Tonight, let's find a place to chat..."

After choosing to leave that night, the obsessive, depraved atmosphere that had haunted Wordsworth disappeared. Tina gradually alienated Wordsworth. It used to be a **** scene, but now it's just the two of them.

Since then, Wordsworth seems to have walked out of his childhood, and he began to really work hard to become a playwright—he tried to write some "like that" works, and tried to take his works to White Street. The theater self-recommended.

It's a pity that the owners of the theater are almost all brains and snobbish eyes. What they saw was a little-known kid who politely kept the works brought by Wordsworth, and directly put him and Bill blasted out the door...

As the days go by, the story does not suddenly become colorful, and everything does not change for the better because Wordsworth resolutely swims towards the deeper and colder sea...

Bill also vaguely knew that this period of time was absolutely difficult for his good friend—he had just lost the extreme joy that belonged to midnight, lost his childhood sweetheart, and now he was eating everything like a sailor who just went to sea. suffering...

Even in the face of such challenges, he can always see the light in the depths of Wordsworth's eyes, and it is no longer the feeling of exhaustion. That's fine.

However, Bill had his own fear deep in his heart: he was the one who advised Wordsworth to "choose the harder road". How was he going to comfort his friend if things kept going nowhere? he does not know.

So he became more anxious than himself about Wordsworth's future.

Bill is still an optimist. He believes that things will always turn around. With such a mood, Bill always felt that certain things in life contained special meaning. And he seems to have forgotten the way of survival of fish in the sea because of this...

The "little jerk" on the street has a real job, sometimes working in a grocery store.

One day when he was giving change to a customer and chatting with him, he learned that the sleepy-eyed guest in front of him was a famous playwright named Mourning.

From this, Bill got to know Mourning, and it was logical that he introduced Wordsworth to him...

At that moment Bill thought he had done Wordsworth a great favor.

The following stories headed all the way to the **** terminal—in order to maintain his reputation, Mourning used Wordsworth's talent to make him his own shooter. Take all the honor that should have belonged to Wordsworth for himself, and control this young man by very despicable means.

The despicable act eventually led to the murder, and Wordsworth killed Mourning and his family overnight.

After that murder, Wordsworth, who ran away from Midnight Paradise, also completely degenerated. His soul became the wraith of the "non-existent theater" on White Street, repeatedly performing "The Bloody Wedding" about his tragic life for people, until Sean let him be freed.

Back then, when Bill learned of the tragedy, he was almost swallowed up by self-blame and regret: he was the one who asked Wentz to leave Midnight Paradise, and he recommended Wentz to Mourning!

He felt that he had pushed his best friend into the abyss.

However, Bill was not overwhelmed by all kinds of turbulent emotions after all. Among all the amazing facts, he sensed the most unreasonable thing——

The Wordsworth he knew was the boy who sat on a park bench quietly writing his own world.

Although he endured the pain of leaving Midnight Paradise, and even faced Mourning's despicable behavior...

But he is not the type to do such cruel things.

Wordsworth, and indeed his life ~lightnovelpub.net~ was manipulated by something.

Inexplicably, everything that was so absurd as a nightmare reminded Bill of a scene he had seen before.

On the night he picked Wentz up, he parked his car outside Kensington Park, and his friend walked towards him through the darkness...

He saw the darkness and fog forming a huge black deer in an instant.

"Black deer..." Bill's eyes stretched forward, as if piercing through time, until that night, and saw that scene again, "That's not an illusion!"

"Something followed Wentz out of Paradise...

"Something has been cursing Wordsworth!"

The river of memories was suddenly interrupted, and Sean and the others who had been watching, withdrew as if in a lifetime, and stood in Bill's room.

Before the four of them recovered, a strong flash of light suddenly burst out of the window.

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