When the real turmoil ended, confusion and fear belatedly began to appear in the sluggish city.
Emergency police officers rode horses and rushed to the streets to maintain the most basic law and order. But there were more troops running through the streets amidst the sound of clanging armor, following the Queen's orders to capture the rebels.
The silent uptown area was awakened by the sound of heavy footsteps. There were dim lights on in the darkness. There were faint cries and confusion one after another. The baby was strangled to death in his infancy just after he was born.
Therefore, there is still vague silence.
All the manors and houses involved in the House of Representatives were surrounded by water, and soon, a figure with a black hood on his head was escorted into a carriage and sent to the non-existent "Fifth Department".
Those who cooperate with the arrest can enjoy the last bit of dignity, and those who dare to resist will be killed on the spot.
So, in this suffocating darkness, all the members of the House were uprooted one by one...
The fifth department, which has been silently searching for clues all this time, has long been prepared for this day to come. These non-existent figures suddenly appeared on the streets like illusions, and then brought the prisoners into a different place. Where exists.
From then on, he disappeared from the world quietly.
It can be expected that in a short time, when the secret trial ends, the traitor's door will be covered with corpses. They sway in the cold wind like wind chimes, paying the price for what they have done.
On the top of Avalon, in the pure white palace, the tower stands, releasing the only light.
The light was like the cold eyes of a giant dragon, quietly overlooking its own territory and watching the death struggle of the rebellious ministers.
"It's all over."
Gavin staggered out of the bloody whirlpool, held on to the wall, and coughed crazily. He looked up at the lights in the sky, a trace of resentment and darkness flashed in his eyes, gritted his teeth, and ran towards home.
They must deal with all the clues and cut them off before the fifth department learns their exact situation.
Fortunately, just in case, before starting, he had sent all his family members to other places and arranged an escape route for himself.
Just start the equipment that has been prepared for a long time and leave a small spark, which is enough to burn it all.
Suddenly, he knelt on the ground and spat out a large mouthful of smelly blood. He felt that the power in his body was disappearing rapidly. This was divine punishment.
The Hundred-Eyed Man was furious after losing his incarnation. As a priest, Gavin had lost all his favor. If he hadn't quietly prepared a lot of precautions, he would have been as miserable as the scapegoat in those secret rooms at this moment.
"vomit!"
He bent down, vomited out the green poisonous juice, took out the silver needle, and nailed it into his neck and brain, temporarily sealing the disaster in his body: now he had to race against time, he didn't have much time.
Staring at the moving firelight in the distance, he gritted his teeth, climbed over the wall, and fell into the garden of the old house - the robin puppet in the secret room, the letters he exchanged, the passwords for the secret lines, and himself. All arrangements must be destroyed.
Destroy as much as you can.
Otherwise he will spend the rest of his life being hunted by the Royal Band. What a pity... so many years of planning have all been lost overnight.
He gritted his teeth, regained his composure from his rage, and pushed open the door.
Then fell into sluggishness.
"Father… "
He saw the man in the wheelchair in the hall. The aging man was still wearing a respirator, and his voice was muddy, as if his lungs were churning with water.
He is still here and has not evacuated.
"Father, why haven't you left yet?"
Gavin looked at him in astonishment, and quickly walked forward, reaching out to pick up the frail old man, "It's too late, I'll take you away first..."
His hands froze in the air. After taking two steps forward, Gavin lost all his strength and fell to the ground, unable to get up.
"Father… "
He raised his head dully and looked at the old man in front of him.
On his face, the hidden tattoos under the skin lit up one by one, as if he was born with them, already wedged into his flesh and bone marrow, and could never be freed. The restriction that had been engraved in his body since birth locked up all his power, causing him to lose the strength to resist in an instant.
Then, an angry cane poked his face, as if trying to smash his cheekbones. He didn't expect that this dying old man would have such great strength.
"You still have the nerve to call me father?"
The old man gasped, got up from the wheelchair, stumbled, raised the crutch, and hit him in the face, once, again, and again... until he exhausted his weak strength and completely broke the bridge of Gavin's nose.
"The Adrian family is finished!"
He glared at Gavin, looking at a scoundrel, a scourge that should not be left in the world: "Because of you! Gavin, because of you! All the honorable names of our ancestors have been tarnished by you!"
Purple blood vessels bulged on his face. When he stared at Gavin, he gritted his teeth and said, "Sure enough, a scoundrel like you shouldn't stay in this world..."
Gavin was stunned. He stared blankly at this crazy man. His lips were pursed, as if he wanted to explain something, but he didn't know what to say.
Until there were footsteps in the distance, someone was leading a large group of people towards here, and the familiar voice shouted: "He's inside! Don't let him escape!"
It's Banner.
"Why... why?"
"Sacrifice you so that the family can be preserved." The old man looked coldly at this embarrassing son: "Be taken away obediently and have nothing to do with the family. Do you understand? Don't implicate the family... "
"But... obviously..."
Gavin looked at him blankly: But, wasn't it you who asked me to join the House of Representatives? Father! Obviously, it was you who asked me to join the House of Representatives and please the big shots... Obviously, it was you who gave me the name Mockingbird...
Obviously... Obviously...
"Obviously I have already done it, father."
He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and held back his tears: "What I did was a thousand times better than what you wanted!"
Gavin roared amid the gradual footsteps.
He pulled out the dagger and gouged out the restriction imprinted on his face. Blood spurted out, and his pale cheekbones were exposed, full of cracks, looking like rotting corpses.
He screamed in pain and finally broke free from the shackles that had imprisoned him since birth, leaving only his flesh and blood and only his pale bones, as hideous as an evil ghost.
Seeing Gavin getting up from the ground and walking towards him, the old man was stunned. His body in the wheelchair was shaking and he wanted to retreat: "You... you... what do you want to do? Gavin, I... "
"I don't want to do anything."
Gavin smiled, reached out and stroked his sparse white hair, and said in a gentle tone: "Father, Banner has always cared about your health. This is the first time that our father and son are so close. You are old, your health is not good, or Sit down and rest.”
As he spoke, he gently pushed the dagger into his withered chest. The dagger was close to his heart and nailed to the back of the wheelchair. They took root on the ground and fit together as one body.
As the old man screamed, Gavin bent down and stared into the old man's eyes with his iron-grey eyes: "As you wish, please put all the blame on me. Just like you said, Gavin Wen died and the family was saved.”
He kissed the old man's forehead and laughed until his flesh was bloody.
He took out the robin mask from his pocket and put it on his face.
For the first time, there was no barrier between the mask and flesh and blood, and it truly transformed into his face, except that blood seeped out of the eye holes and fell down his cheeks.
No matter what, I can't stop it.
The robin laughed with tears of blood, pushed out the door, and pounced on the fire that was about to ignite itself.
A roar rang out from the darkness, and soon fell silent. The roar suddenly stopped, and the roaring sound of the music finally dissipated.
In this long dark night, an unknown amount of blood is destined to be buried under the rotten soil, along with the bones of the enemy and himself, and they will die in the world with their despair and anger.
In the darkness, the road of blood flows quietly.
…
When dawn was approaching, a broken wooden boat sailed out of the hidden harbor and quietly left Avalon.
In the cabin, the riddled robin leaned against the wall, silently looking at his hands stained red with blood, and laughed softly. The laughter was full of hollowness and desolation, echoing in the cabin, and finally dissipated in the darkness.
"How long are you prepared to wait?"
He asked without looking back: "Should we settle it down?"
"yes."
In the darkness behind him, the seemingly sleeping young man opened his eyes and looked at his back with pity in his eyes: "Have you noticed me long ago?"
"No, I no longer have the energy to sense my surroundings." Robin lowered his eyes tiredly: "But I didn't see you along the way, so I knew you were waiting for me here."
"I see."
Ye Qingxuan sighed and stood up slowly: "Gavin, the eldest son of the Adrian family, president of the student union, and an elite member of the Royal School of Music, entered the Royal Music Orchestra right after graduation, and even became the master's deputy..."
"I know these things better than you. There is no need to read my resume."
"I just want to ask, with your ability, why do you need to be a black musician?"
"Yes, why? I also want to know..."
Robin laughed hoarsely, "If I have to say it, maybe it's because of the family that has already declined? Since the last generation of patriarchs, this family has been expelled from the top. My father failed to resonate and was reduced to Without a wheelchair and a respirator, you would suffocate to death. And after so many years, Adrian's house is only an empty shell... except for the name, there is nothing. Do you understand? Mr. Holmes, what I have accepted since I was a child All my education and all my ideas are to make this family rise again. For this, I will pay any price - even the destruction of Avalon, as long as the Adrian family can return to its highest peak. Becoming a black musician is just one of them. It’s just a tiny, insignificant part.”
"Reviving the family?"
Ye Qingxuan snorted coldly, "Do your father and your brother really care about you? Banner even regarded you as a thorn in his side. Now, isn't it your father who betrayed you with his own hands? You gave everything for someone who doesn't love you. , something you don’t love either.”
"Love it or not love it, does it make any difference?"
The robin looked back at him with mocking eyes, seeming to be mocking him and also mocking himself.
"As you can see: a family that exists in name only, a father who treats me as a tool, and a brother who hates me from the bottom of his heart, this is the only thing I have in this world. They don't love me, I know, how could they Love me? I am their eternal shame. A sinful illegitimate child, if he had not been detected to have a little talent as a musician, he would have been drowned in the gutter. He was raised by a maid and ate his brother's leftovers. , wearing clothes that can only be touched when going out, and will be beaten if they get a little dirty. This is good for me, very good, at least I am still alive, even if the cost is to be a slave for a lifetime... What else do I have? Where is my choice? I was born with no choice and no way to escape. Ye Qingxuan, this is my life!"
The robin's mask lifted up, revealing his eyes, which were iron-gray and stained red with blood, dark and dead, "That's why I...envy you so much."
In silence, the young man closed his eyes sadly: "Actually, you didn't have to make so many mistakes."
What answered him was a dagger full of cracks.
The dagger passed through the corner of Ye Qingxuan's clothes, nailed it into the cabin, and broke. The iron piece shattered into the robin's hand and embedded in the palm, and the new blood flowed out and merged into the dried old blood, without distinction.
"That's enough, Ye Qingxuan."
The robin looked at him with fierce eyes: "Stop talking about those ridiculous truths. How can you be so compassionate to a dying person?"
Ye Qingxuan was silent and motionless.
"Come on! Ye Qingxuan, what are you waiting for?"
The robin roared, as if he was going crazy, but there was a hint of pleading in his fierce eyes: "That's enough! Stop pretending to be friends and show your kindness!"
Looking at those eyes, Ye Qingxuan was stunned. After a long time, he showed a bitter smile:
"Yes, how can a vengeful evil spirit and a robin be friends?"
He lowered his eyes and raised his cane:
"—Gavin, you broke my heart."
The moonlight lit up, poured into the robin's body, rose up, and engulfed him like fire.
In the hallucinatory flames, the blood-stained robin closed its eyes and fell into endless darkness.
Everything falls silent.
…
…
When the boat returned to the dock, it was tightly cordoned off by members of the Fifth Department.
The lonely boy walked out of the cabin, and the cabin behind him was as silent as a tomb. Against the soldiers who rushed into the cabin, he returned to the shore.
As if he was extremely tired, under those awe-inspiring eyes, he sat tiredly on the wooden stake, then took off his hat and threw it aside along with his cane.
Someone walked up cautiously and said softly: "Mr. Holmes, I have a request..."
The young man was in a daze, as if he hadn't heard anything. After a long time, she raised her head and looked at him. There seemed to be someone's corpse buried in those quiet, dark eyes, which was so horrifying that one dared not look directly.
The visitor bowed his head in awe.
"Is there any cigarette?" the boy asked.
"Um?"
The man was stunned and quickly reacted. He turned around and looked behind him. Soon, a crumpled pack of cigarettes was delivered to Ye Qingxuan.
Ye Qingxuan tore open the package awkwardly, picked out one stick, and held it in his mouth.
The fire lit up and went out. The young man took a deep breath and exhaled the embers of killing and darkness. His voice was hoarse: "You go, let me be quiet."
The visitor did not dare to say anything and made a few gestures to his companions. A black cloth bag was carefully taken out of the cabin and placed on the carriage.
The people from the fifth department withdrew silently.
He was the only one left on the silent dock again.
Only the faint sound of tide accompanied me.
I don't know how long it took, but behind him, at the end of the ocean and sky, there was a faint light, and a rising sun quietly jumped up from the tide, casting a faint glow.
The faint light illuminated the lonely figure of the young man.
The long dark night is over.
Its daybreak.