Endless Debt.

Chapter 578
"whale?"

Irwin felt that he had heard it wrong, but seeing the serious expression on the girl's face, she wasn't joking.

But... a whale?
The chance encounter on the train station platform, the fight with the devil, and the crazy feast on the Paradise, the world of common sense gradually collapses, and the chaos of disorder is eternal.

In order to step into such a world, everyone needs to have strong courage and will, and there is a reason that cannot be refused.

Irwin dabbled in danger for immortality, and the girl in front of her was just... just to see the whales.

"God..."

For a moment, Irving felt that all the pain in his body disappeared, leaving only a kind of absurd joy. He leaned his head on the cabinet behind him, laughing so hard that he couldn't breathe.

The dangerous and oppressive atmosphere was gone, and Irwin felt that he was back in Daisy Castle, sitting with a friend in front of the fireplace and telling jokes.

"Are you serious?" Irving wondered, "You won't be lying to me again, are you?"

Cinderella's eyes were serious. This time she did not lie. In her life constructed of deceit and pretense, this is a rare truth.

"why?"

Irving couldn't laugh or cry, "It's so strange to be so desperate for such a reason."

It felt so good, like suddenly there was a girl-next-door in a group of death-defying, armed-to-the-tooth outlaws.

You are out for deep hatred, for that dirty, unspeakable desire, for the power and power full of blood, and this girl just wants to see whales, and this reason is as absurd as looking for a lost cat.

"Do you have the habit of reading newspapers?"

There was constant vibration from the outside, as if a group of monsters were dancing above their heads. Cinderella's voice was very low, as if she was hiding in the quilt and telling a ghost story, for fear of attracting the attention of those monsters.

"some."

Irwin nodded. Life in Daisy Castle can be said to be isolated from the outside world. Newspapers and radios are Irwin's only means of contacting the outside world.

Stretching his body, Irving didn't panic even though he was in such a dangerous situation. On the contrary, he enjoyed the moment of peace in this crisis environment.

Cinderella asked again, "Do you know that whale named Char?"

Irwin tried to recall, remembering that he had read about it in the newspaper.

"It was a strange whale. It broke away from the whale group and wandered near Freeport despite the threats of whalers."

Cinderella tells Char's story.

"One day, Char rushed ashore while the tide was high. This was not a mistake, but a long-planned plan. It rushed so far that it almost crossed the beach and touched the dense forest...

People wanted to save it, water it for it, and tried to drag it back into the sea, but it moved forward stubbornly, its soft skin rubbed against the sand, and blood flowed into a river.

Char is dead.

The whale should not have come to land, the whalers dismantled its carcass, and there was nothing left of it in this world except the words in the newspaper. "

Cinderella's voice became smaller and smaller as she spoke, and finally fell silent.

Irwin said, "You want to see the whales because of Charl?"

Cinderella nodded, "After knowing Char's story, there is always a whale in my mind, repeatedly hitting the coast."

"I read a lot of books about whales. The books say that whales actually have a certain amount of intelligence. They know what they are doing."

It is always difficult to tell the inner story. Cinderella took a deep breath. For her, she and Irving had only known each other for a few days, and because of a series of unexpected events, they finally became like this.

Cinderella said innocently, "I began to think, what was Char thinking at that time?"

"When it is stranded on the beach, when the sun gradually dries up the moisture in its body, when its huge body crushes its own bones, when its internal organs burst into a bloody mess, when people walk around it, when whaling When people cut its body with a sharp knife...

What is Char thinking? "

Cinderella felt suffocated for a while, in a trance, she felt that she had become Char, and fell on the hot beach, with the pain of being stabbed all over her body.

"Char is intelligent. He knew that he would die if he did this, but he did it anyway."

Cinderella asked Irwin puzzled, "Is it committing suicide? Can it understand 'life' and 'death'?"

Cinderella is not a whale, and she is not Char, and all this is an unsolvable mystery to her.

Irwin murmured, "You became curious about Char, you wanted to know Char's story, you wanted to know what this whale was thinking, and then you came all the way to Freeport..."

"Well... I want to see the whale with my own eyes, and see Char's kind. Maybe in this way, I can understand the mystery in my heart."

"Then you came to the wrong place, Cinderella," Irwin smiled, "whales usually live in remote seas, and only idiots like Charl come to dangerous offshore waters. In Freeport, you can see The only whale carcasses brought back by the whaling ships."

"Stupid," Cinderella said in a soft voice, laughing at herself, "This reason is really stupid, isn't it? Irving."

"Stupid," Irving nodded approvingly, "but I don't hate it."

"why?"

"People always admire the right choice and give meaning to all things, as if incorrect and meaningless choices or things are wrong and should not exist."

Irving spoke softly, as if telling a bad joke, "But has the world changed for the better? No? Look around us, hell, is this ship going to sink?"

Cinderella froze for a moment, a smile appeared on her lonely face, she smiled and leaned back.

"Reality is cold and ruthless, full of right choices and important meanings, which is exhausting, so I like some stupid things that don't make sense, it sounds like a fairy tale written for adults, like a world of gray decay, A stunning touch of brilliance."

Irving raised his eyebrows, barely stood up while supporting the cabinet, his physical strength had almost recovered, and it was time to continue their journey of survival.

Cinderella supported Irving. Hearing what he said, she asked curiously, "Do you often do stupid things?"

"It's more than that," said Irwin, "my life is a collection of stupid things."

The two walked out of the room. The place hadn't been attacked yet, but the surrounding vibrations became more and more intense, as if monsters were slowly approaching.

Irwin smelled a bloody smell, and he didn't know whether it was from a corpse behind a certain corner or his own.

"I think... I think Char is looking for something."

Irwin said suddenly, lowered his head, and stared at Cinderella.

"Like me, I'm looking for immortality, and I won't back down even when I venture into dangerous places.

The same is true for Char. It is looking for something, but it has searched all over the seven seas and still finds nothing. In desperation, it hopes on land. It may be behind the hot sand. For that thing, it would rather run aground and die. "

Find and live forever.

A gust of cold wind brushed Cinderella's cheeks. She raised her head and looked at Irving, wondering, "Eternal life? You said it was just a horror story."

She realized later, "Is that a lie to me?"

Eternal life is not a horror story, but what Irving is really pursuing, but... but how can there be eternal life in this world?
Irwin did not answer Cinderella's question, but instead asked, "What do you think is real eternal life?"

Cinderella was about to say something, but was interrupted by Irving.

"Shh, think carefully, you only have one chance to make a wish."

Cinderella felt that Irwin in front of her eyes became strange, every time it was like this, once he mentioned eternal life, he would feel a sense of madness... just like those people he killed on the train.

"Eternal life? An immortal body? An unshakable will?"

Irving spoke of one possibility after another. There was no envy or desire in his words, but contempt and disdain.

He murmured, "That's not real eternal life."

Irwin suddenly broke free from Cinderella's support and knocked her aside, then Irwin accelerated forward, clenched his short sword, and stabbed towards the blind spot at the corner of the corridor.

The sound of whimpering and the ticking of blood echoed in the dark corridor, and Irwin raised the dagger vigorously, causing it to penetrate further into the demon's body, until the point of the sword protruded from the back.

"Remember to watch the road, friend."

Irving drew out his dagger, spurting blood. As early as when he was chatting with Cinderella, Irving heard the approaching steps keenly. The demon wanted to ambush Irving at the corner, but he didn't know that Irving was also waiting for him.

The demon's body fell straight down, and Irwin's left hand seemed to be fractured. The pain continued and he temporarily lost his ability to move, but at least it could still be used as a shield in front of him.

Irving raised his forearm to protect his chest, and turned sideways out of the corner. At the same time, another demon stepped on the fallen corpse and collided with Irving fiercely.

Irwin was only human after all, not to mention he was bruised and old, and the demons knocked him down with ease.

The ceiling began to sag and was covered with cracks that were on the verge of collapse. Irwin saw the end of another corridor, where the elevator door was open, and flames were swallowing inside, and many hideous figures rode cables deep into the Paradise.

This fortress at sea is slowly crumbling.

The demon overwhelmed Irwin by virtue of its superior strength, and punched Irwin's face one after another, making his bloody and bloody. Irwin stabbed out the dagger repeatedly, stabbing the demon's abdomen into a bloody mess, but this guy didn't know As if in pain, he continued to slap Irving, even opening his mouth and biting Irving's shoulder.

Before the demon could tear off Irwin's flesh, Irwin sent the dagger down the demon's throat and into his brain, completely ending his life.

Pushing away the corpses on his body, Irving was really at the end of the road at this moment. More demons crawled out of the elevator and strode towards Irving.

In the blood-stained vision, Irwin saw Cinderella. He was very grateful that the demons were all focused on him. If Cinderella was smart enough, he should be able to escape.

Irving stood up while leaning on the wall, and he was thankful that he had already expected the end of this journey of eternal life.

Irving had anticipated his own death. After all, what he longed for was the expensive eternal life, and it was difficult to repay such a gift at any price.

When leaving Daisy Castle, Irving had already prepared the draft of the new book. Unfortunately, it was only a rough first draft, and Irving had no chance to perfect it, but Irving felt that his editor would not mind it.

The devil swung a long knife and slashed at Irwin's chest, causing blood to splatter and his clothes torn.

Irwin heard the girl's scream and saw the notes dangling from under the coat. The pages were smashed by the blade, and the scattered pages were like snow.

His body fell heavily in a pool of blood, and Irwin was about to die, but at the moment of his death, a piece of paper fell in front of his eyes, and the scrawled handwriting burned strangely under the soak of blood, emitting a dazzling golden light .

The text on this page describes a mysterious being, the first stranger Irving met when he left Daisy Castle and began his journey to immortality.

Irwin had never met such a person, he seemed to know all the works of art and philosophical history from ancient times to the present, chatting with him was simply a pleasure.

Irving and many people have told the story of eternal life. Everyone's answers are surprisingly consistent and surprisingly wrong, but he is the only one whose answer makes Irving extremely satisfied, because that is what Irving insists on, the true The answer to eternal life.

"Irving Fleischer."

A low, hoarse voice called to Irving.

The sound pulled Irwin's silent heart, making it beat violently like an engine again.

"Irwin, you are exactly what I want, and you are of great value, if you will..."

In my memory, at the end of the chat, the man said this and stretched out his hand.

I put down my pen and stopped describing the man, obviously it was the first time I saw that man, obviously he just said such a simple sentence with no clear meaning.

But I know that as long as I agree to the man, then I can get the eternal life I have longed for...

No one told me why, but in the dark, I knew that as long as I held the man's hand and entrusted my destiny to him, I would usher in eternal life.

"Do not……"

I shook my head, rejected the man's invitation, and bid farewell to that eternal time.

For mortals, this is definitely a deal that is hard to refuse, but I vetoed it so easily, now looking back, I find it incredible.

The man's hand froze in mid-air, and he laughed out loud, even tears overflowing from his laughter, as if his rejection made him feel very happy.

"so good……"

The man stood up, his figure covering the sky.

"Irwin, you didn't let me down." The man's voice was as evil as a ghost, echoing in his ears endlessly, "If you promised me, you would be worthless instead."

I vaguely guessed the identity of the man.

"You share with me your views on eternal life, your life story, then I will bless you."

When parting, the man stretched out his fingers and pressed on his chest, the burning pain spread in his chest, and even carved a brand of the sun.

"May your trip be worthwhile."

The page was completely soaked in blood. At the end of the text, Irving saw the name of the man he had recorded.

Owen called softly.

"Belphegor."

In an instant, the power to reverse life and death erupted from Irving's chest. The brand of the sun was burning, completely smoothed, and returned to the body. inside.

Irwin felt that his body was about to burn under the scorching sun, all pain sensations were fading, the horrific wounds began to heal, and the broken bones were reset and recast.

The unexamined hallucinations disappeared, leaving only absolute sobriety.

There was someone standing behind Irving, and Irving knew that it was the man named Belphegor, who was watching him in the dark.

Then turned away.

Irving murmured, "We're done."

The demons looked at Irving who had stood up again, wondering how this ordinary person still had the strength to act. Some demons wiped the drool from the corners of their mouths, staring greedily at Irving's flesh and blood, while others picked up the flesh and blood of Irving curiously. Pages, trying to see what was written on them.

Another demon picked up the ticket sandwiched between the pages, and the two tickets were stuck together tightly, one was old and the other was brand new.

Just as the demon was about to observe the two tickets carefully, a deafening roar resounded.

Cinderella has never seen Irwin like this before, as if he has known him again. No matter what kind of crisis he encountered before, Irwin has always been able to maintain reason and calmness, just like a decent gentleman, even if the angry waves are coming , and never lose manners.

But now Irwin's eyes were red, like a savage beast, unimaginable strength erupted from his old body, he stepped on the blood and paper, and cut the throats of the demons with the deadly dagger precisely and continuously.

Bloodshot torrential rain blew in the narrow corridor, and before the demon could react, a rough punch smashed his face.

"Give it back to me!"

Like an ice pick, the short sword easily penetrated the demon's forehead and pierced his brain. Then with another heavy punch, Irving broke the demon's neck.

Before the body fell down, Irwin took back the ticket from the devil's hands. When it returned to Irwin's hands, Irwin suddenly lost that rage and wildness.

Irwin returned to his familiar appearance, stumbled against the wall, his muscles were sore and exhausted, he looked at the ticket affectionately, carefully wiped off the blood on it, and put them back into his close-fitting pocket, He felt at ease.

Blood flowed over Cinderella's feet, and her eyes were full of bewilderment.

Relying on that rage, Irwin killed all the demons in the corridor, and the corpses piled up together, exuding a disgusting smell.

Cinderella said to herself, "The author is the perfect liar."

Irving didn't speak, but just showed the same smile as before, and he staggered towards Cinderella, with countless bloodshots on his body.

Cinderella didn't back down. While she was deceiving Irving, Irving was also deceiving her. This guy with the pseudonym Blue Jay was definitely not as simple as he showed.

But Cinderella felt that Irwin was about to tell herself that secret, and she was looking forward to it.

The interweaving of blood and fire peeled off the hard shell of the two people's secrets until they were exposed to the sun.

Irwin clutched his chest, the power of the devil healed his injuries, but this could not change his mortal nature, he was so tired that he almost fell down.

The girl in his eyes began to blur, and several double images were superimposed on her. In a trance, Irving seemed to see the figure that haunted him again.

Irving held out his hand imploringly.

The warm light shone on Irwin's body, and then billowing fireworks gushed out from the elevator entrance to engulf Irwin. The roaring heat wave engulfed the corpses of the demons, and ran rampant in the staggered corridors like a gaseous tide.

Cinderella swooped down to grab Irving, but the howling heat waves also slapped on her body like a hurricane, sweeping away all obstacles, leaving only the scorched silence forever.

　Too lazy to disassemble, two in one.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)