Endless Debt.

Chapter 577 The Essence of the Author
"damn it!"

Indistinct voices echoed in my ears, and the hazy face of a woman appeared in front of my eyes. She looked very angry, cursed angrily, smashed the furniture, smashed everything, and set it on fire.

"If only you hadn't been born."

This sentence seemed to have been hidden in her heart for a long time, and now she finally said it, as if her soul had been liberated, she went to the window and laughed, but then cried uncontrollably.

The boy stood there obediently, expressionless, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

A dark red color appeared on the screen, and the ensuing chill engulfed consciousness, and the lonely night fell, covering the body like a quilt.

Cold, very cold.

The blood and muscles all over his body seemed to be frozen, even the bones and joints were frozen together, and sharp ice slags filled every part of the internal organs of the torso.

The boy felt that he was going to die, dying in this desolate station, recalling all the things on his journey, as a homeless person, he felt that such an ending was not bad.

He was very tired, as a resting place, sleeping here forever, wouldn't it be a good ending.

To come unblessed, and to die in obscurity.

The eyelids fell heavily, and just when all the lights were about to go out, the boy heard the siren sound from the end of the night, the rumbling train shattered the shackles of fate, and also shattered the imminent death.

The train stopped beside the abandoned platform, the doors were fully opened, and warm light floated behind the doors, the groans of men and women came to the ears, and the elegant string music contained sweet laughter.

The boy could smell the aroma of food, the stickiness of fine wine, and many beautiful faces, which he never expected.

so beautiful...

Unfortunately, the boy had no strength left, he could only lower his head heavily, and then he heard light footsteps.

Someone came, and she stepped off the train and came to her side.

Reach out to yourself...

"Irwin!"

The shout woke Irving up, a sense of suffocation lingered in his chest, he opened his mouth to breathe hard, thick smoke rolled into his lungs, and he coughed painfully due to the choking.

"Ha ha……"

Irwin arched his body in pain, tears were drawn from his eyes, and blood ran down his cheeks. His slow consciousness woke up from the nightmare, and a familiar face came into his eyes.

"Xin... Cinderella?"

Irwin was panting heavily, he suspected he had hit his head, and for a moment, he couldn't recognize the girl in front of him.

"Get up!"

Cinderella grabbed Irving's arm and dragged him vigorously. Of course Cinderella couldn't drag Irving. After regaining some strength, Irving stood up with difficulty and climbed out of the crooked elevator. .

As soon as the front foot escaped from the elevator, the elevator lost its support amidst a metallic groan, and continued to fall toward the depths. A few seconds later, the roaring impact sounded from the elevator shaft, and flames were faintly visible.

Irwin blinked, his vague memory gradually became clear, and he remembered what just happened.

The elevator stalled and fell. In order to survive, Irwin pierced the gap in the elevator door with a dining knife. The knife was crushed in an instant, and the steel residue stuck in the gap, slowing down the rapidly falling elevator.

The vibration and impact took half of Irwin's life, but Irwin still broke out with amazing strength, and roughly opened the elevator door, opening his way out.

"what……"

Irving groaned in pain, and his entire left hand was covered in intense pain. In order to make the knife get stuck, Irving felt that his left hand was broken.

Taking off the dagger with difficulty with his right hand, Irving cut open his clothes, and wrapped the torn cloth around his left hand to fix it.

Cinderella stood aside in a panic. She could see Irving's miserable situation at the moment, but she was powerless to help Irving.

"I'm fine," Irwin comforted the girl, "We have to find a way to escape."

The ground was slightly tilted, and Irving supported the wall. After standing up, he realized that his injury was more serious than he imagined. There was sharp pain like a knife all over his body, and his legs were a little out of control.

Irwin felt that his head was heavy, and his neck seemed to be unable to support his head. The distorted pain and exhaustion tortured his mind.

"Oh... who is she?"

The woman's gloomy and restrained singing sounded, lingering in Irving's ear.

"It's a hazy memory...a pair of lingering eyes."

Irwin felt something crawling and stirring in his brain, like a blood-stained worm, gnawing at his memory.

"Did you hear it?"

Irwin's face was covered with cold sweat, and he said to Cinderella panting.

"Hear what?"

Cinderella shook her head, except for the sound of the explosion and the rotation of the exhaust fan, she couldn't hear anything.

The pain was like a tide, attacking Irving's nerves wave after wave, and the woman's singing became louder and clearer, as if she was right beside him, singing loudly to him.

"who is she?"

Fire opal-like pupils appeared in front of Irving's eyes.

It was such a bright and brilliant color, so breathtaking and radiant, that Irwin reached out his hand obsessively, and touched the cold face.

Suddenly all the brilliance dissipated, and the color seemed to be extinguished, and Cinderella's wine-red eyes overlapped and replaced them, and came into view.

Cinderella held Irving's hand and asked with concern, "Are you okay, Irving."

Irving stared at her blankly, those voices disappeared, and the confusion in his mind disappeared.

"It's okay, it's okay..."

Irwin thought he was telling Cinderella, but he seemed to be comforting himself, "We have to get out of here."

The hallucination disappeared, and the pain came back again. Irwin held the dagger and insisted on gritting his teeth. He had to find a way to get Cinderella out of here. Staying here for a minute and a second would only bring death closer.

Irwin staggered a little. When the elevator fell, a shattered piece of iron pierced his thigh, and blood flowed all over the floor.

Cinderella supported Irving, walked slowly in the dark corridor with deep and shallow steps.

"Actually, I don't have a sister."

During the long silence, Cinderella spoke suddenly, and she laughed as she spoke. In this dim and decaying scene, her smile comforted people's hearts.

"Oh."

Seeing Irwin's reaction so calm, Cinderella said loudly, "Is it just 'oh'?"

She thought Irwin would react with some excitement, yelling was better than being dead.

Irwin stared ahead. The explosion affected the power system, and the corridor was completely dark. He needed to carefully identify the direction.

"I guess you didn't tell me the truth," Irwin realized long ago, "to be precise, there is no truth in your mouth."

Cinderella was stunned, she never thought that Irwin would say this, "Then why did you..."

"I'm just curious about what you're trying to do."

Irwin wiped the blood on his face, it interfered with his vision, "Once a person becomes curious about another person, he will be very patient and tolerant, just like an old hunter, quietly Waiting for prey to appear."

His eyes fell on Cinderella. He was obviously an author and had been dealing with words all the year round, but Irwin didn't know how to describe this girl for a while, as if all his embellishments and descriptions could not perfectly explain everything about her.

"So what exactly is your wish, Cinderella?"

Irwin asked in a strange way, not about her destination, nor what she wanted to do, but the "wish" from her heart.

Cinderella fell silent, and Irwin didn't force her. He just needed someone to talk to himself to stay awake, and it was good to talk about anything.

The dagger pierced the door, and Irwin slammed the hilt of the sword hard, and forcefully pried open the door. This should be someone's bedroom. Irwin rummaged through the cabinet and found some medical supplies from the cabinet.

"Cinderella, weren't you very chatty before?"

The surrounding area was too quiet, and Irving was treating his wound while talking, "Say something...even if it's to lie to me."

The dagger cut open the trousers, and Irving gritted his teeth and fumbled for the fragments that had pierced into the flesh.

Cinderella was squatting aside, and Irwin seemed to have seen through her disguise and disrupted her pace. She seemed a little confused and at a loss.

"We're all the same," Irwin continued. "We're both good at deceiving people."

When talking about these things, Irving laughed to himself, "You know? The more deceitful a guy is, the more suitable he is for writing."

Cinderella didn't understand, "Why?"

"The liar is to deceive the other party and make the other party believe that it is true. He will deliberately fabricate a true and seamless story...or lie."

Irving took a deep breath, and he pulled out the fragment. The severe pain caused him to lose his ability to speak for a moment. After a while, he continued slowly.

"What's the difference between an author and a liar? No, an author is better than a liar.

The lies created by the author are the most distorted. Readers know that they are false, but under the author's exquisite deceptive and emotional description, they can't help but fall into that virtual world, and even feel that somewhere in this world, there is a real lie. The existence imagined in the story of existence...

Like a dream that is bleak, blurry, and about to burst like a bubble. "

Beautiful and cruel.

"Look, isn't this a perfect deception? You know it's a lie, but you still don't care about yourself."

Irving bandaged the wound, thanking Yu for his early survival experience. This kind of thing is not difficult for Irving.

"The essence of the author is a fraudster, using false illusions to deceive others."

Irving glanced up at Cinderella, "You are very good at deceiving people, and you have the talent to be an author."

"If we make it out alive, I can teach you how to write."

Cinderella didn't respond, she leaned forward slowly, and then sat down on her buttocks. This energetic and always imposing girl seemed really tired at this moment.

She glanced at the embarrassed Irwin, and thought of the absurdity of this journey, and Irwin's strange fallacies just now...

"I want to see whales."

The mosquito-like voice echoed in the silence, and Irwin thought he had heard it wrong.

"I've never seen a whale."

Cinderella's voice was a little higher, and she spoke to Irving.

"So I wanted to see the whales for myself."

(End of this chapter)