Endless Debt.

Chapter 29 The House of the Rising Sun [Thanks to the leader of the warrior Oscar Wilde]

"I applied to the minister for a meeting, but the minister seemed busy and he declined."

Uriel pushed open the door and said to Lebius behind the office.

They were all very concerned about the "resurrection" of Borogo Lazarus, and no one knew what the devil was planning.

Lebius put down the file. He was not surprised by this result. The affairs that the Bureau of Order had to deal with were more complicated than it appeared on the surface. Being busy is a normal state, let alone a person in a high position like a minister. .

"However, the minister sent this over and he said 'this person might clear up your confusion'."

As she spoke, Uriel took out an envelope, put it on the desk, and pushed it towards Lebius.

Lebius took the envelope, picked up the letter opener on the side, opened the envelope, and poured out a sticky note from it, which seemed to have a line of messy words written on it, with a red seal printed on it.

"what is that?"

Uriel asked curiously.

"It's nothing, you go out first."

Lebius put the note on the table, and then pressed it with an envelope, blocking Uriel's sight.

Hearing this, Uriel didn't say anything more, she backed away slowly, left the office, and closed the door behind her.

The Bureau of Order implements an extremely strict rank system. Before you reach that position and obtain the power you deserve, some information is absolutely closed to you.

Uriel is very aware of this, so far a large part of the Bureau of Order still refuses to open to her, and the white bricks and stones blocking the road can be seen everywhere, not to mention the documents.

All employees are in the "reclamation room", so they are all subject to the "reclamation room" rules. Some important documents are even accompanied by cognitive distortions. Staff who have not obtained the corresponding authority, even those documents The handwriting is illegible.

It is said that the "reclamation room" is completely different in the eyes of staff with different authorities. Uriel is not clear about the specific situation. After all, she does not have such authority, and staff with such authority will abide by the rules and not disclose anything.

The Bureau of Order is like a well-fitting shield wall, a precision-operated machine, efficient and powerful.

Sometimes Uriel even suspected that there were still some "unknown departments" that she didn't know about, and they were hiding in the dark of the Bureau of Order, in the deepest part of the "reclamation room".

After Uriel left, the atmosphere in the room froze for a few seconds, and then was broken by a heavy panting sound. Lebius seemed to be under some kind of great pressure. He slowly picked up the envelope, revealing the rest of the envelope. next sticky note.

What was written on it was not a piece of scribbled text, but a ridiculous stick figure.

A blazing sun is located in the center of the picture, and below the sun is an isolated hut, which is scorched by the scorching sun.

The painting is simple, but in the moment of observation, a magnificent and complex picture can arise in my mind, and I can even feel the heat.

It seemed that Lebius was really under the scorching sun, on the desolate and withered land, heading towards the isolated hut.

The hallucinations of confusion did not last long, fine cold sweat covered Lebius' forehead, he looked at the corner of the sticky note, where there was a seal, the pattern of the seal was the symbol of the Bureau of Order, a chain and a sword.

Generally speaking, the logo of the Bureau of Order is six sword blades interspersed with chains, but when distinguishing the authority of the staff, they distinguish by the number of sword blades.

From one sharp sword to six sharp swords, from the first level of authority to the sixth level of authority, what is depicted on the seal now is the astonishing chain and five swords, which are the highest authority except the director of the Bureau of Order. level permissions.

There is also a line of signature on the seal.

Nethaniel Vaole.

The signature and seal overlapped, and some kind of extraordinary authority was temporarily given to it.

"You really trust me, Minister."

Lebius sighed, his face pale.

Nethaniel Vaole, this is the name of the Minister of Field Service. This name also represents another more familiar position in the Bureau of Order.

Deputy Director of the Bureau of Order.

Lebius hesitated for a while, and finally picked up the sticky note.

He could feel that there was some force exerted on him, it was the force from the "reclamation room", coming from all directions like a sea tide, squeezing Lebius' body, making him breathless.

The sticky note in his hand became hot, and then a slight flame ignited from the corner of the sticky note. It burned very slowly, so slow that it would take at least a few hours to burn out.

Lebius knew exactly what was going on. It was a gift from the Minister of Field Service, Nethaniel Vaole, who briefly granted Level [-] authority to Lebius, and the time limit was signed. all the time.He has to race against time.

Picking up the crutches, Lebius stood up from the chair with difficulty, staggered, and walked out of the office.

His eyes were cold, he tried not to look at other places as much as possible, and only set his eyes on the road in front of him, but the peripheral vision of his eyes still caught those things that he couldn't see before.

That is something that only the staff with Level [-] authority can perceive. Staff other than this level of authority will have their cognition interfered by the "reclamation room", and they will not be able to see its shape.

Levius seems to have hit something.

A person, a person wearing the uniform of the Bureau of Order, was silent, his skin showed a grayish feeling, his face was also flat gray, and he had no facial features.

Followed by more of the same.

They seem to be cleaners, picking up mops and rags, wiping the walls of the "reclamation room", busy, no one cares about Lebius.

Lebius didn't look at their faces, trying to calm his heart, holding a burning sticky note in his hand, and walked as fast as possible.

Strange scenes continued one after another. He could hear whispers lingering in his ears. It seemed that they were those "cleaners". They noticed him and cast strange glances one after another.

The surrounding walls slowly squirmed, and the solid walls moved and reorganized, like a living maze.

The years change in an instant, the white bricks and stones are slightly yellowed by time, and a thick layer of dust has accumulated on the neat ground.

Lebius walked along the long memory. He came to the elevator in the central hall, pressed the elevator, and the rusty elevator door slowly opened, as if waiting for Lebius, and there was nothing inside. one person.

Walking into it, Lebius glanced at the rows of button boards, and he still remembered the appearance of the elevator in his memory.

There are not many buttons in the elevator, and different permissions open different floors, but now it has become an appearance beyond memory. Among the familiar rows of buttons, there is an extra red button, which is located at the bottom of all the buttons. below, as if deliberately hiding it.

Next to the button, there were many scratches and dark red stains. It seemed that someone wanted to write something on it, but nothing remained after all.

From the scratches, Lebius vaguely saw the scene where the man collapsed and went crazy in the elevator, his fingernails constantly scratching the metal.

Unfortunately, he couldn't do anything, even if the nails were broken, it would only leave this shallow white mark and the stain after the blood dried up.

This red button leads to an unknown floor, a floor that can only be reached by people with level five authority.

Fortunately, Lebius had been there seven years ago. Unfortunately, he knew exactly what it was. If possible, Lebius really hoped that he would never have anything to do with it in his life.

But he couldn't escape, and he couldn't escape when he arrived there from seven years on. Lebius would return there sooner or later, but there was only one reason missing.

Now, the mystery of Bolog Lazarus has brought him a reason to return to hell.

Without thinking about it any more, Lebius leaned on a cane and pressed the red button. The elevator trembled slightly, the lights flickered for a while, and then it began to move and sink.

Sink, keep sinking.

Lebius didn't know how long it had been sinking, and the only thing that could tell the time was the burning sticky note in his hand.

The monitor in the corner has long been dimmed, and no longer shows the specific floor. It seems that since the red button was pressed, "Kenshi" exiled the elevator until it reached the bottom in the continuous sinking.

To touch the foundations that are hidden in the dark, unknown.

The foundation of the "reclamation room".

The trembling of the elevator stopped, and Lebius estimated that the sinking had lasted at least several hours. Of course, his sense of time may also have been distorted. In this kind of ghost place, anything is possible.

As for the sticky note in his hand, most of it has been burned, leaving only one corner, which was held by Lebius. Interestingly, there is no pain from being burned by the fire, but it is very cold, as if holding A melting ice crystal.

Leaning on crutches, walking out of the elevator with tired steps, he was in a secluded long corridor, surrounded by darkness, only the elevator behind him, and the front, still had a little glimmer of light.

Lebius walked towards the twilight, and was in another, larger space.

"call……"

Lebius took a deep breath and was prepared in his heart, but when he saw this magnificent and weird scene again, his heart still trembled involuntarily.

Beneath him was an endless abyss, neat huge cliffs parallel to each other, standing at both ends of the abyss, turning it into a long and narrow gap.

Looking around, the cliff of the black stone has been spreading to the end of the line of sight, whether it is from above or below, or left and right, there is no end.

On the surface of the black stone, there were many protrusions similar to words. Lebius couldn't understand those words, but he had a hunch that those words were full of anger and hatred, as if something was being sealed.

The location of Lebius is a protrusion on the black stone cliff, a standard cuboid protrusion with sharp edges and corners, and it is spotless.

The atmosphere here is dignified and has a sense of eerieness. There is obviously no light source, but Lebius can see everything around him clearly.

Taking a deep breath, Lebius plucked up his courage and raised the hand holding the sticky note. From the gap between the fingers, a gilt-like light overflowed, like a torch.

He stepped into the abyss in front of him.

In the thick darkness below, a pair of slender, pale, and a hundred meters long arms protruded. The surface of the arms was densely packed with blue blood vessels, like vines clinging to a dead tree. With a black stone as a step, he firmly caught Lebius' steps.

Stepping forward again, another pair of pale arms holding the black stone emerged from the darkness below.

In just a few steps, dozens of pairs of arms have risen from the darkness, and they are squeezing each other, like twisted and growing towering trees.

The weird and twisted scene has been nauseating, and at the same time, there are endless hoarse sounds from below.

"Light..."

"It's light..."

Lebius stared at the front and never took his eyes off. He could hear those murmurs, as if under this darkness, there were countless weirdnesses entrenched, and they stared at him with eyes full of envy and obsession.

As he moved forward, the cliff of the black stone at the other end also began to change, and a crack separated silently. It moved towards the two sides along a straight vertical line, and the crack extended to the end of the line of sight above, like a god wielding a sword. Cut the mountains.

The crack extended to the inside, turning into a long and narrow chasm.

Lebius stepped into the rift valley, and the endless arms behind him returned to the darkness. What awaited him was an endless journey and a tranquility that was so quiet that it was crazy.

Finally, Lebius saw it in the vague darkness.

A door.

A solitary wooden door at the end of the abyss, its style is very ordinary, there is nothing weird about it, but its appearance here is the biggest weirdness in itself.

There were no useful markings, no chains and swords, no "Security Containment" warning signs, no familiar, reassuring signs.

It seems... all this does not belong to the Bureau of Order, but a certain area "bordering" the Bureau of Order.

The only recognizable information is the metal nameplate hanging on it.

Lebius looked at the door plate above, and a line of words was engraved on the metal nameplate.

House of the Rising Sun.

There was a rustling sound from behind the door, something came, some kind of existence entrenched in the depths of the darkness, guarding the door.

Lebius saw it.

Countless, bony, pale limbs protrude from the darkness, like monsters made up of human limbs, protruding from every corner, and slender palms protruding from behind, firmly embracing The wooden door, the palm of the hand is constantly stroking the surface of the wooden door, using the body as a lock to lock it firmly.

It didn't take the initiative to attack Lebius, as if it wasn't trying to prevent someone from entering the door, but to be careful...be careful of something that was about to come out of the door.

something that shouldn't exist...

There was a greedy gasp in the darkness, like a wolf smelling blood, followed by a mixed murmur, as if whispering an ancient story, a vicious curse.

Lebius stood in front of the door, and soon a pale arm stretched out towards him, just like the arm I saw in the crack before, the length of the arm was far beyond the reach of human limbs, it slowly stopped in the row In front of Bius, then spread out his palms.

asking for something.

Raising his hand, Lebius hung his palm on the pale palm and opened it. The sticky note in it had long been burned, and the ashes fell on the pale palm with residual warmth, and the brilliant golden luster lingered on the pale palm. Between the dust.

The bony palm held the ashes in the palm, and the gap between the fingertips burst into golden light.

Indistinct words echoed in the darkness.

"Pitiful……"

The arm retracted into the darkness, and the sound of chewing came from the depths of the darkness.

Not long after, the other arm stretched out, holding a golden key in his hand. The golden luster was slightly dim, and it had been devastated by the years.

It was the crooked key, and Levius knew where it led.

The key was inserted into the wooden door and turned.

A crisp metal sound sounded.

As the lock cylinder was twisted, the arms wrapped around the wooden door slid to the frame of the wooden door one after another, their slender nails pierced into the gap, and they tried their best to open the wooden door.

It was obviously a thin wooden door, but under these arms, it was as heavy as a mountain, and harsh friction sounded from it, and some kind of creature burst out in the darkness whimpering and crying with all its strength.

Lebius heard the scream of the flesh and blood being torn and broken under the huge force, and he also saw that the arms trying to open the wooden door were tensed one by one, and the blue blood vessels protruding like spider webs under the pale skin, the force exerted not only Opening the wooden door little by little, at the same time those arms were twisted and collapsed under the force.

One arm after another was twisted, and they fell to the ground, bleeding, and there was a painful whimper in the darkness behind the door, but soon more arms stretched out, and they dragged the severed limbs back into the darkness, and then Instead of those broken arms, he continued to open the wooden door.

Lebius heard the sound of sucking, something was licking the flowing blood...

He tried his best to concentrate on himself, staring at the wooden door, not paying attention to anything else.

In blood and pain, the door opened.

Weary sighs sounded in the darkness, brilliant golden light overflowed from the crack of the door, and as the door was completely opened, it poured out like a torrent.

Endless rays of light poured out from behind the door, as if the door went straight to the core of the scorching sun. The pale limbs were afraid of it, and hid back in the darkness one after another. Under the only light, only Lebius was left facing it.

Walking into the light, a faint singing sounded from the wooden door, echoing in the deep silence.

sang the desolate voice.

"In the shadow of Opals, there is a house.

They call it... 'The House of the Rising Sun'. "

(End of this chapter)