Bill felt that he needed some ceremony tonight.

Wordsworth found himself earlier today, before setting off for that mysterious location. He said solemnly that the difficult but necessary decision would be made tonight. After that, he will return by night. He was still a little scared to come back alone, hoping Bill would come and pick him up.

Bill readily agreed. To show he was serious, the teen managed to get a Ford T1 sedan and drove carefully outside Kensington Park as a novice driver.

For the first time, Bill saw from a distance the suspicious place that had invited him. There was a dark fog in there, giving people a creepy feeling.

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

It's Wordsworth. The kid really came out.

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

A fish that bites a hook, a fish that swims in deep water...

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

He didn't expect that his good brother Wordsworth did it. Although Bill didn't know how great the temptation of that paradise was, Wordsworth was the only one he knew who walked out alone.

This says a lot. Bill is also more and more convinced that his good brother has an absolutely unlimited future in the future.

"Wass!" Bill ran over excitedly. The faint light of the street lamps behind him could already reflect the outline of Wordsworth's face. Although he did not look very good, he was indeed smiling.

Bill ran a few steps, but his footsteps suddenly froze...

In a blink of an eye - he didn't know if it was his hallucination or if it really happened -

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

When Wordsworth saw Bill's eyes, he was a little scared and turned his head in a hoarse voice: "What's wrong?"

At the moment Wordsworth turned his head, the shocking scene disappeared, as if the scene just now was nothing but a mirage accidentally sketched by darkness and night fog.

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

He immediately laughed and patted his friend's back hard: "Before you, I didn't seem to have heard of anyone who could leave there!"

Bill's eyes are 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 choices."

Closing the co-pilot's door, Bill returned to the driver's seat with a mysterious smile on his face: "I got some whisky, have you ever been in a bar? Tonight, let's find a place to chat..."

After choosing to leave that night, the indulgent and depraved aura that originally haunted Wordsworth disappeared. Tina gradually distanced herself from Wordsworth. It used to be a **** scene, but now it's just the two of them.

Since then, Wordsworth seems to have stepped out of his childhood, and he started to really try to be a playwright - he tried to write something "like that" and tried to take his own work to White Street The theater spontaneously recommended it.

It's a pity that almost all the bosses of the theater are rusty brains and snobbish eyes. What they saw was a little-known boy, they graciously left the works brought by Wordsworth, and bluntly directly matched him with him. Bill blasted out the door...

Days passed, the story did not suddenly bloom, and everything did not change for the time being because Wordsworth resolutely swam into the deeper and colder sea...

Bill also vaguely knew that this period of time was definitely difficult for his friend - he had just lost the ultimate joy that belonged to midnight, lost his childhood sweetheart, and at this moment, he was like a sailor who just went to sea. I'm having a hard time...

Even though he faced such a challenge, he could always see the light in the depths of Wordsworth's eyes, and it was no longer the feeling of running out of fuel. That's fine.

However, Bill had his own fear deep in his heart: it was he who persuaded Wordsworth to "take the harder path." How was he going to comfort his friend if things didn't work out? he does not know.

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

Bill is an optimist, and he believes that things will always turn around. With this feeling in mind, Bill always felt that there was something special about what happened in his life. And he seems to have forgotten the way of survival of fish in the sea...

The "little bastard" on the street has his own serious job, and he sometimes works in the grocery store.

One day when he was giving a guest change and chatting, he learned that the sleepy guest in front of him was a famous playwright, his name was Mourning.

Bill got acquainted with Mourning, and it was logical to introduce Wordsworth to him...

At the time, Bill thought he was doing Wordsworth a big favor.

The story that follows, driving all the way to the **** terminal - Mourning, in order to maintain his reputation, used Wordsworth's talent to make him his own gunslinger. Taking all the honor that should belong to Wordsworth to himself, and controlling this young man in a very despicable way.

The despicable deeds eventually led to that **** case, in which Wordsworth killed Mourning and his family overnight.

After that **** murder, Wordsworth, who had run away from Midnight Paradise, was also completely depraved. His soul was reduced to the wraith of the "non-existent theater" on White Street, performing "The Bloody Wedding" about his tragic life again and again for people until Sean set him free.

Back then, when Bill learned of the tragedy, his emotions of self-blame and regret almost swallowed him up: he asked Hua Si to leave Midnight Paradise, UU reading www.uukanshu. com It was he who recommended Wess to Mourning!

He felt that he pushed this best friend into the abyss.

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

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

Although he was suffering from the pain of leaving Midnight Paradise, he even had to face Mourning's despicable behavior...

But he is not someone who would do such cruel things.

Wordsworth, and indeed his life, was manipulated by something.

Inexplicably, everything that was absurd like a nightmare made Bill think of a scene he had seen before.

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

He saw that the darkness and mist formed a huge black deer in an instant.

"Black Deer..." Bill's eyes stretched forward, as if he had penetrated time, until that night, when he saw that scene again, "That's not an illusion!"

"Something followed Wentz out of the paradise...

"What has been cursing Wordsworth!"

The river of memories was suddenly interrupted, and Sean and the others, who were watching, pulled out as if they were separated from each other, and stood in Bill's room.

Before the four of them regained their senses, a strong flash suddenly erupted outside the window.

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