It is impossible for the girl to find the evil god in the textbook

This will make people unable to help but have an upside-down illusion, unable to distinguish whether they are the jailer outside the cage or the beast inside the cage—or in other words, there is no cage at all, and there is no inside and outside, just people and animals. The boundaries of the beast gradually become blurred.

Gracie shivered and woke up from her sleep.

During this period of time, he would be woken up by these sounds in his sleep from time to time, and even now there is no sign of getting used to them.

Surrounded by empty walls, dim oil lamps, copper lampshades and Dutch ghosts sitting in a daze on chairs.

He rubbed his eyes, and found that the noisy and strange noises in his sleep had not disappeared because of his waking up.

Gracie wasn't much surprised by this.

He turned off the oil lamp that the female ghost always forgot to turn off, sighed, stepped on the chair, and looked out from a small circular hole.

Outside the wooden house are wolves with gray fur, rabbits jumping on the ground, polar bears that occasionally appear among the wolves, and elk that bump into the wooden house with their huge horns.

They are all much larger than their kind, and their pupils reflect a pale light in the dark night...the pale firelight, it is not like the reflection of the snow, but more like their pupils themselves are burning blazingly.

Gracie vaguely felt that there seemed to be something wrong, but she couldn't find the source for a while.

This is a wonderful scene, the hunter and the prey walk in the snow together, the deer becomes the leader of the wolf, and the bear occasionally stands upright to smell the smell in the air, and then stands and walks like a human.

What was even weirder was one of the times, the bear squirmed the flesh covering the lower jaw, awkwardly imitating a certain way of making a sound, and then growled with a weird mouth shape:

"Gray.Ray.Sy"

"Anna Pole—"

"Come on, come on..."

That day Gracie curled up in the corner of the house, even her breathing became low and slow.

But then he discovered that no matter how the creatures outside hit, gnawed, or scratched, they couldn't make this seemingly fragile wooden house collapse.

Looking at Anna Boll's appearance, this Dutchman who doesn't know whether he is a man or a ghost has lived in such an environment for more than 30 years. If the wooden house was going to be destroyed, it would have been destroyed long ago.

But how long has he been in this place?

Gracie looked at the notches on the wall in a daze, because it was difficult to feel the passage of time in the polar night environment, and he gradually developed the habit of recording time in this way.

But... when was the last time he scored?

Looking at the fuzzy fading, even the wet and decayed scratches, they have been mixed with the marks left by the predecessors and become completely unrecognizable.

"Why am I in this cabin?"

Gracie muttered to himself, he remembered that he should not be an aborigine in this place.He should have followed many people and came here from a very distant place on a large ship.

"Who are those people?"

A voice asked in his heart.

"They are Miss Academician Constantine, Segner, and..."

"Do you remember their voices and looks?"

The voice was very confused, as if it had no memory of these names.

The man hugged his head and squatted on the ground, pulling his hair fiercely, and the faces in his memory became blurred, as if covered by a layer of mist.

He saw himself sitting in the boat, listening to the howling wind and the crashing waves.The voices of people's conversations became farther and farther away, and as the fog receded, they drifted away from the boat to the waves, to the depths of the ice floes.

People's faces became blurred in the mist, Sibyl Constantine, Norberd Hall, Segner... the names also became blurred, becoming figures that made him difficult and indistinct get in touch.

[What about you, Gracie Williams, why did you join the scientific expedition team to explore the ruins of an ancient country that you didn't even believe in before? 】

The man's voice came and went, and it was clearer and stronger than the whispers, and it might have belonged to Norberd Hall or the whalers.

Gracie remembered that he should have answered this question at some point, so he subconsciously wanted to repeat the answer he had said.

"I--"

There was a bitter taste in the man's mouth, like damp coffee soaking in his throat coldly.

His head started to hurt again, what on earth did he come to this place for?That should be something that must never be forgotten, he is sure that he had a solid and sufficient reason, even more important than everything else...?

"I, I am for..."

More blurry fragments and light spots floated and jumped in front of Gracie's eyes, exuding a hazy halo like a dream.

It was something brighter, the shadowy figure in the window of elderflowers and lavender, the warmth of the fireplace and the bright light of the living room.Gracie stretched out her hand like that figure again and again, but she couldn't reach it, and even her name disappeared when it was blocked at the exit.

He was like a drowning shipwreck, struggling to stretch out his palms upwards, trying to catch the fading light spots.

Then, the drowning person falls to the bottom of the sea.

The wooden house shook for a while. For the first time in more than thirty years, it was no longer strong and became shaky.

-

Ella, who was always overlooking everything from a high place, suddenly noticed some strange throbbing.

She couldn't help but frown as she looked at the poor guy struggling on the ground, twitching and covering his head.

This is just an ordinary person who lived 200 years ago and has no connection with her except for her surname, but why...

Ella slowly tightened her chest, suppressing some dazed and unknown pain.

"Why do I feel a little sad?"

Although she thought that the man in front of her was indeed worthy of sympathy, but that was the past 200 years ago after all, so she should not be shaken to such a degree.At one point, Ella even had a feeling of regret that she had lost something precious forever, and her mood instantly became quite depressed.

She glanced at Nobold not far away with some confusion, and then laughed at herself a little bit that didn't fit her personality,

"Maybe my sympathy is a little too overflowing."

Norbird's expression was rare and serious.

His pupils shrank slightly, and stayed on the girl's face for a few seconds before replying with a half-smile and half-sigh:

"Maybe, but I think it's a good thing."

Chapter 79 The Hunter's Admonition

"—"

"Wake up, wake up!"

The man felt that someone was slapping his face with a cold hand, which made the little body temperature he had accumulated quickly disappear, and the cold touch made him immediately turn over and do it.

"Why did I fall asleep again?"

This is the man's first thought.

He only remembered that he seemed to have just had a bad dream, and even the corners of his eyes were frozen by the secreted liquid.

It's cold, I'm about to freeze to death!

This was his second thought.

The man whose mind was occupied by chaotic images and whose consciousness was in a mess rubbed his eyes and looked around.

This is a dilapidated wooden house, and the north wind, ice crystals and snowflakes poured in from the leaky corners and the roof.

The small fire that was originally lit in the center of the room had already been extinguished, and the oil lamp that was barely able to provide a little light and warmth was not lit at this time.

Just as he was about to say something, he was suddenly pushed to the ground and his mouth was tightly gagged.

"Hey——who's here, forget it, it doesn't matter who it is, anyway, I've even forgotten my own name—"

In the night, a dark figure pressed the man to the ground, covered his mouth with one hand and lowered his voice, saying in a voice that only two people could hear:

"In short, keep your voice down and don't speak casually."

Who is this person?

The man's consciousness was confused for a while, he felt that he should know this somewhat neurotic woman, and instinctively felt that the other party was not trying to harm him.

So he didn't struggle, but lay on his back obediently and used the corner of his eye to observe the surrounding environment.

This small wooden house is already a bit crumbling, the door and the wall make ominous noises in the impact of the distance, the snow on the roof trickles down along the already weak roof, and the snowflakes crawl into people like they are afraid of the cold He couldn't help shivering in his collar and cuffs.

"I have a name."

He wanted to refute this rude woman, but his brain fell into chaos for a while.

my name is......

who I am? , why am I here?

This confusion made him freeze for a moment, he stretched out a hand and pressed heavily on the throbbing temple, and squeezed out a few syllables with difficulty from the gap between his teeth.

"Gracie...Gracie Williams, my name is Gracie Williams, I have to go back, she is still waiting for me..."

Gracie shook her head, feeling more awake, and the dizziness subsided.

At this time, he roughly filtered out the current situation and regained the logical ability of a normal adult.Although he always felt that he had forgotten something very important, he didn't have time to think about it now.

"Miss Anna?"

Gracie also lowered her voice,

"Just now... what happened outside?"

"Anna?"

The wheat-skinned woman was stunned for a few seconds, her pupils dilated in an instant.She chewed these two syllables repeatedly, and slowly sat on the ground.

"this is my name?"

The violent impact came from outside the wooden house again, and Anna's pupils shrank, but she just forcibly remembered the name and returned to the tense state just now.

She dragged Gracie to the side of the cabin near the mountain wall and explained in a low voice:

"Every once in a while—perhaps a few months or a year, every once in a while something like this happens. The beasts out there will grow ferocious, and if we keep the oil lamps on, the lights will kill them all. Attract it."

Looking at the ice crystals and powdery fine snowflakes falling from overhead again, Gracie thought she heard the sound of tearing and snapping inside the wood.

"You mean - this time will be the same as before?"

"...probably different, they've never been more excited than they are today."

"Then can this house keep them out?"

Gracie regretted her words after asking this question, and Anna Bol was also stunned for a few seconds before shaking her head and saying: