Philip did not directly review the contents of the notebook, but first observed the thickness and structure of the notebook.
Between the dozens of pages filled with content written by my mother and the blank pages at the back, there were some scraps of paper left at the connection of the buckle, which made the thickness of the notebook appear slightly abnormal!
This means that several pages were torn off before the notebook was returned. Regardless of what the contents of those pages were about, it definitely means that the contents of those pages are closely related to the mother's death and are very important.
After discovering the human sabotage, Philip became more convinced that there must be something fishy about his mother's death.
Philip took out a pen and quickly copied the words in the notebook he prepared. After finishing the copying, he restored everything to its original state and put it back to its original position. Although the drunk Puwent was still sleeping soundly downstairs, Philip still carefully took the notebook he had just copied back to his room and closed the door.
Philip lay on his bed and carefully read the copied content. The first few pages contained some information from informants, some of whom were hooligans from the market, some were vegetable sellers in the market, and some were news dealers who lived in coffee shops.
One of them caught Philip's attention, and his mother put an asterisk next to the person's identity note, which was her daily habit of marking people of special concern.
Markwell Meyakili, who lives in Black Cafe, usually wears an octagonal cap. He is a news dealer. Although his fees are slightly higher, his news is highly credible.
Just as Philip was about to turn the page, there was a thump downstairs, and then there was Puvent’s voice.
"Oh my old waist, it hurts so much."
Hearing the sound, Philip hid the notebook under his pillow, then went downstairs and saw Purvent lying on the ground. Apparently he had rolled over and fallen off the sofa.
"Stupid old dad, he can cause trouble while sleeping," Philip thought to himself, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and went to get some medicated oil to apply on Purvent.
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Yudkao finished a day's work in a busy manner, dragged his tired body and slowly walked on the cobblestone road home. Although tired, he still walked with a gentleman's temperament. He was one of the best obstetricians and gynecologists in Umr City.
The high-intensity work had kept Youdekao in a state of extreme concentration, so he did not remember the gossip of the female nurses.
Walking alone on the street, the street lights cast a long shadow on Yudkao, which was so desolate and lonely, and the dust on the street was blown up by the bleak wind. Although the hard work brought a lot of extra income, at this time, Dr. Yudkao just wanted to go home early and lie down on the comfortable bed to sleep.
He stood in front of the door, took out the key and was about to open the door, but the door was opened from the inside.
The bald and tall Aisen appeared before him. He was obviously a little surprised by Yudkao's appearance and said,
"Hello, Mr. Yudekao, I'm here to deliver some pork and I'm just about to leave."
Yudkao thought for a moment, stepped aside to make way, and said, "Thank you, Mr. Eisen."
Yu Dekao did not directly expose the affair between the two, but chose to give in. He had no power to stop, to save, to change it all.
"Damn Eisen, damn Sarita!" Yudkao resented the two men's affair.
Yudkau ignored Sarita who came to greet him, walked to the balcony and lit a cigarette, smoking silently. Soon the cigarette was finished, but Yudkau was still inhaling numbly, and a trace of high heat from his fingers interrupted Yudkau's empty thoughts.
He pressed the cigarette butt against the wall, extinguished it, and threw it into the ashtray beside him.
"What is the meaning of my life? Is it just to suffer bullying?" This is the question that Youdekao asked himself.
Yudekao looked at the Holy Light Sutra on the bookshelf at home and smiled contemptuously.
"Soon, I will betray you. You are so high and mighty, yet you don't care about the suffering of the world. You only know how to unilaterally gain the world's trust in you. How shameful."
He is facing so many setbacks now, the candlelight in his heart has gradually dimmed, and the memory in his mind has resurfaced.
He thought of the play about the King in Yellow, that generous god.
This time he decided to abandon his original beliefs and devote himself to the Yellow Clothes. He thought to himself,
"Since God no longer favors me and has left me to suffer in this miserable world, I will throw myself into the arms of the King in Yellow."
He walked into the study and opened the script again. The familiar feeling appeared again, and an image was projected into Yudekao's mind.
The huge thousand-towered city of Carcosa was already quite visible on the distant lakeshore, with several towers even towering into the sky, with their tops invisible.
The sky was pink and full of stars, and a small, misshapen moon was setting in front of the towers of Carcosa.
The entrance on the right has three vaults.
The whole room was decorated with festive decorations, a masked ball was taking place, and the atmosphere was filled with a happy party. Small pieces of plaster and dust kept falling from the ceiling into the guests' drinks and food, but the guests picked them up without reacting and continued their conversation.
As the scene progresses, the stars outside the balcony begin to turn black one by one.
When the stranger entered, the stars had all turned black, like holes in the sky.
The guests were all dressed in finery and wore pale masks. Tell and Nautauba wore long robes and masks as well. The masks were made of a thin, blank, face-shaped piece of wood or cardboard, and many of the dancers and guests held up short sticks to hold the masks over their faces. The guests chatted animatedly with one another, some temporarily lowering their masks as they talked. A band played silently.
Prince Tyr's mother, Cassilda, stepped out of the crowd and stood before the throne. The room fell silent, and the band stopped playing.
Cassiluda sings:
Along the lakeshore, the clouds broke, the twin suns sank into the lake, and a long shadow fell on
Carcosa
A strange night with black stars rising, a strange moon hovering overhead, and even stranger than the strange is
Lost Carcosa
Hyades sang loudly, the king's rags were shaky and unpredictable, and the song that no one could hear faded away
In the dark Carcosa
My soul can still sing, but my voice has long since died, and the tears of those who died without singing have dried up.
In the lost Carcosa
(Crowd applauds politely)
Nautauba: She sang of Carcosa! What did she know? Was it her idea that we all wear the pale masks of the prophecy
Tyr: Father, she knew a lot, and she feared even more. She felt like she was dying, and even more, she felt like she was going to die at our hands. She didn't see Carcosa.
Nautauba: Go to her and find out whether she saw it or not.
Thiel: I don't think she would tell me.
Nautauba: You have to try.
Thiel: All right, Father.
At Nautaub's instigation, Tell walked towards Cassiluda, who was walking towards the table in front of the stage.
Tyr: Mother, how are you doing
Cassiluda: Just like my country, it is old and dying.
Thiel: (raises his hands in frustration) Does it have to be this way
Cassiluda: What do you mean
Thiel: It's no secret that you're disappointed in me.
Cassiluda: Alas, Tyr, you are my son. As long as you are happy, I will not be disappointed.
Thiel: You never approved of my decision to join the order.
Cassiluda: How can I agree? The Order will lead to the downfall of the Empire.
Tyr: You are frightened of death. The prophecy was made long ago, when Tyr, the Lord of Kings, drowned Harry in the lake and the Yellow Seal was lost.
Cassiluda: This has nothing to do with any prophecy. The Order has been sucking the blood of the Empire, consolidating their power from our decline. Now they have sunk their claws deep into our court.
Thiel: Because the Order can offer what our dynasty no longer can—a future.
Cassilda: The future they offer - the future you offer - is a future of submission to a ragged, destructive demon lord.
Thiel: Destruction is better than degradation.
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The drama in his mind came to an abrupt end. Although there were no spells that could be used this time, Yudekao still had a deep awe of the King in Yellow.
The God in the original belief, the God of Holy Light, is always high above, but the breath of the King in Yellow in the drama has always lingered in that mysterious country, and the word Carcosa has appeared many times in these images.
Yudkau believed that as long as he could find any information related to Carcosa and the Yellow Clothes, he would be able to come into contact with the Yellow Clothes believers who existed in the world and get help from them, and even know how to use their power.
Yudekao could feel the distant star clusters in the night sky, the great breath, and the city that could not be looked directly at.
He looked up at the shining starry sky and lowered his head humbly.
A gust of night wind blew, blowing open the window of Yudekao's bedroom and blowing away his doubts.
The yellow mark deep in the soul flickers irregularly, then slowly dims.
Yudekao was no longer confused. His firm belief made him determine the path he would take in the future, a path of faith in the Yellow Clothes and revenge.
He lay down on the bed calmly and fell asleep peacefully.
"Even if I fall into the abyss, I have no regrets."
The next day
Yudekao got up early and went out alone. Today was a day off.
He hurriedly ate some noodles at a roadside stall, then went straight to the Umhur Library. He wanted to look up relevant information and find everything about the yellow clothes, but his trip to the library was doomed to fail.
How could the mysterious investigation bureau put this knowledge out in the open for the public to read? They even sent some intelligence officers to work in the library to collect information.
Of course, Yudkao was not stupid enough to go directly to search for idiots like Carcosa and the Lord in Yellow. He randomly picked up a few books on world history and mythology and started reading them in the library.
Speedy reading is one of the necessary skills for obtaining a medical license, so Youdekao applied this ability to the search.
Seeing that most of the contents in these books were just common knowledge known to the world, Youdekao realized that the library did not have the information he needed.
It would be better to try your luck in some crowded places. You might even meet one or two information dealers who know the inside story.
Thinking of this, Youdekao put the books back to their original places.
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Black Cafe
A man wearing an octagonal peaked cap sat quietly in the angle. He was about thirty years old, with a mustache on his face. Like other Germans, he had a straight nose.
He was holding a newspaper in his hand and taking a sip of coffee from time to time. He was a regular here and the shop assistants were used to it. The only suspicious thing was that every time there were all kinds of people coming to talk to him.
While Yudkao was thinking, he felt a little thirsty after spending a day in the library, so he walked towards the cafe.
After sitting down, I called the waiter and ordered a cup of coffee.
While waiting for the coffee to be brewed, a hurried man strode towards the man in the octagonal baseball cap in the corner, pulled out a chair and sat down opposite him.
Yudekao observed all this quietly.
The man who had just sat down took out an envelope from his handbag and placed it on the table. He whispered,
"I want all the information about Lady Freya, as soon as possible."
The man in the octagonal hat put down the newspaper in his hand, opened the envelope, looked at it, and said,
"This is not enough. For an additional fifty gold marks, I will give you a copy of the secret of Lady Freya. For an additional three hundred gold marks, you will get her whereabouts within three days."
The man gritted his teeth when he heard this, and said in a low voice with some anger,
"Why did you raise the price? This is different from what I asked last time!"
The man in the octagonal hat said,
"I, Mark Wheeler, do things according to principles. Don't you understand why I raised the price? Besides, intelligence is time-sensitive. I believe you should understand that."
"I understand," responded the man who came to inquire, and then he reluctantly took out an extra 350 gold marks from his handbag and handed them to Mark Wheeler.
The hot coffee was ready, and the waiter placed it in front of Yudkau. Yudkau came to his senses and thanked the waiter.
Yu Dekao thought to himself, "This Mark Wheeler is worth contacting. I'll go and test him later. Maybe he can get me some useful information."
After a short wait, the hurried man left the cafe holding a document.
Mark Wheeler crossed his legs and continued to read the newspaper and drink coffee leisurely.
Yudekao said to the man who had left earlier, pulled out the chair in front of him and sat down.
Markweller looked up from the newspaper in his hands and examined Yudkao in front of him, but in the next moment, he retracted his gaze and said,
"You go ahead. I do have the information you want, but I don't dare take your business."
Yudkao lost his previous calmness at this moment. He stared at Markweller's face hidden behind the newspaper with his eyes wide open.
"How do you know what I want?"
Markwell sighed, closed the newspaper again, looked directly at Yudkao, and said,
"I dare not tell you about the existence you want to know. It is too high, too far, too deep, and too terrifying. Do you understand?"
Yu Dekao was extremely surprised at this time. The man with a mustache in front of him did not seem to be an ordinary person. He said,
"What if I just want to know something so I can contact the relevant organizations?"
"...Three thousand gold marks. Not a penny less." Mark Wheeler said in a compromising manner. He already knew that the man in front of him was a stubborn person.
"Three thousand? Why don't you go rob the vault?!"