„ Beirrogo, I will rarely open the heart, this possibly with my eccentric related , the life that because possibly I live alone, making me unable to contact others. “伯洛戈,我很少会对人敞开心扉,这可能与我孤僻的性格有关,也可能因为我独处的生活,令我接触不到其他人。 I think that my following words, should be a confession...... probably, is regarded as the confession. ” 我想我接下来的话,应该是一种忏悔……大概吧,就当做是忏悔吧。” Irwin is getting angry, both hands according to the typewriter, are rapping the keyboard not to stop, his ten fingers the dripping with blood, the shatter fingernail has fallen in the flesh, every can bring heartrending with the collision of key one time the ache, but Irwin like not being able to feel all these, the vision solidly locks on the paper, concentrates on own writing. 厄文红着眼,双手按在打字机上,一刻不停地敲击着键盘,他的十指已经鲜血淋漓,破碎的指甲盖陷进血肉里,每一次与按键的碰撞都会带来一阵钻心的疼痛,可厄文就像感觉不到这一切一样,目光牢牢地锁定在纸张上,专注于自己的书写中。 „ Game had not ended, on the contrary, it is hard the way of imagining to conduct by us. “游戏并没有结束,相反,它正以我们难以想象的方式进行着。 Yes, like our lives, until that moment of death, anything will not finish. 是啊,就像我们的生命一样,直到死亡的那一刻,什么事都不会结束。 I do not know how should describe, this that I experience now...... this like the story and reality overlaps one, like us when the daybreak number such, but was more like a game at that time, but now is more like evolving ‚reality’. ” 我不知道该如何描述我现在所经历的,这……这就像故事与现实重迭在了一起一样,就像我们在黎明号时那样,但那时更像是一场游戏,而现在更像是正在演变的‘现实’。” The breeze infiltrates from the slit of window, it is disturbing the page, sends out the leaf rub rustle sound, the sound is delightful, reverberates in the big book stacks, spreads to Irwin's ear, he as if places oneself in a forest of cover. 微风从窗户的缝隙里钻了进来,它扰动着书页,发出树叶摩擦般的沙沙声响,声音悦耳优雅,在大书库内回荡,传入厄文的耳中,他仿佛置身于一处茂密的森林。 Probably was hidden the fierce tiger in bush stares to be the same, Irwin stopped typing on hand, his eye socket deeply gets down hollowly, the surrounding skin of eye socket becomes pale, probably several days and nights have not gone to sleep. 像是被藏在灌木中的猛虎凝视一样,厄文不由地停下了手头的打字,他的眼眶深深地凹陷下去,眼眶的周围皮肤变得铁青,像是数个昼夜都没有入眠。 The sound of footsteps transmits from the remote place, Irwin knows that is who must come, he laid aside himself hastily the letter that types, then the manuscript that had not finished, inserted on the typewriter. 脚步声从遥远的地方传来,厄文知道是谁要来了,他连忙藏起了自己正在打字的信件,转而将自己尚未写完的书稿,插回了打字机上。 The before number of words contrast ratio of this moment manuscript, had increased several pages, the dark red luster that in the black printing ink dopes, these writing have some charm to be the same probably, takes a quick look around, all writing are wriggling unexpectedly slowly, making the viewer have a strange dizziness and disgusting feeling. 此刻书稿的字数照比之前已经增多了数页,黑色的油墨里掺杂的暗红的色泽,这些文字像是具备某种魔力一样,第一眼看去,所有的文字居然在缓缓蠕动,令观察者产生一种怪异的头晕与恶心感。 As if Irwin writes is not own story, but is some type of evil ancient book, each page in the spoken language that blasphemed extremely, wove the frantic curse and witchcraft. 仿佛厄文书写的并非是自己的故事,而是某种邪恶的典籍,每一张书页都用那极其亵渎的言语,编织起疯狂的诅咒与巫术。 When does not know from, the sunlight very long has not arrived above this castle, the moist mold grows in the corner recklessly, together with these vine bud same places, they drills into the bricks and stones in the slit, withstand/top the soil, infiltrates in the castle, the tentacles of vine probably innumerable dance, completely package this huge construction. 不知从何时起,阳光已经很久没有降临这座城堡之上了,潮湿的霉菌在角落里肆意生长,连同那些藤蔓枝芽一起,它们钻入砖石的缝隙里,顶开泥土,渗透进城堡之中,大片大片的藤蔓像是无数狂舞的触手,完全地包裹起了这栋庞大的建筑。 „Darkness is swallowing this world.” “黑暗正吞食这个世界。” Irwin rapped to press a key rapidly, one line of writing printings in his manuscript. 厄文迅速地敲击了一下按键,将一行文字打印在他的书稿上。 Probably the prediction is the same, with Irwin's writing, the darkness became profounder thick, how regardless of Irwin saw, is unable to sneak a peek at the slight star light, as if the English daisy castle has stripped with the whole world. 像是预言一样,随着厄文的书写,外界的黑暗变得更加深邃浓稠了起来,无论厄文怎样看去,也无法窥见丝毫的星光,仿佛雏菊城堡已与整个世界剥离。 Irwin raised the head, covers entirely the fallen leaf and dust glass vault by the top of the head, he can see densely and numerously these just like the vine of snake group, cracks delay on the glass, how long it as if could not support, Irwin can expect that such picture, in later some instantaneous , the vine crushed the glass, in the invasion castle, ate clean all living creatures. 厄文抬起头,透过头顶布满落叶与灰尘的玻璃穹顶,他能看到那些密密麻麻宛如蛇群的藤蔓,一道道裂纹在玻璃上延展,它似乎撑不住多久了,厄文能预料到那样的画面,在之后的某个瞬间里,藤蔓挤破玻璃,入侵城堡内,吃光所有的活物。 The sound of footsteps was getting more and more near, the opposite party should step on fine high-heeled shoes, the shoe sole is rapping the marble, makes the clear sound, in this silent castle reverberation. 脚步声越来越近了,对方应该是踩着一双精致的高跟鞋,鞋底敲击着大理石,发出清脆的声响,在这寂静的城堡回荡。 She does not hide oneself existence, because Irwin has had no place to go in her opinion. 她丝毫不隐藏自己的存在,因为在她看来厄文已经无处可逃了。 Before arriving at the big book stacks gate, she did intentionally to knock the door politely, hinted the arrival of Irwin, heard the sound, Irwin stopped work on hand, was separated from the active status, at this time the painful long in coming of fingertip, the stabbing pain his nerve, he saw later overflowed the blood that from the typewriter, they flowed the edge, then tick-tock tick-tock fell, probably wax oil of melting. 来到大书库门前,她故作礼貌地敲了敲了房门,示意厄文自己的到来,听到声音,厄文停下了手头的工作,脱离了工作状态,这时指尖的痛苦姗姗来迟,刺痛了他的神经,随后他看到了从打字机下溢出的鲜血,它们流淌到边缘,然后滴答滴答地落下,像是熔化的蜡油。 „Were you tired?” “你累了吗？” The women carry the fruit tray to arrive at side Irwin, inside chocked up various types to cut the good fruit, placed on the fruit tray the work table, she stood in Irwin behind, both hands according to Irwin's shoulder, rubbed to pinch to relax for him. 女人端着果盘来到厄文身边,里面摆满了各种切好的水果,将果盘放在工作台上,她站在了厄文的身后,双手按在厄文的肩膀上,为他揉捏放松。 „How long did you also need to finish?” “你还需要多久能写完？” The women bent down close to Irwin, the warm breath has stroked Irwin's auricle, the sound was close, flower fragrances have covered Irwin's smell of blood, later he saw the happy illusion that flashed numerous and diverse, flashed past. 女人俯身靠近了厄文,温暖的呼吸拂过厄文的耳廓,声音近在咫尺,一股股花香掩盖过了厄文身上的血腥味,随后他看到了繁杂闪回的美好幻象,一闪而过。 „I...... I am not clear.” “我……我不清楚。” Irwin is gazing at the blank paper page on typewriter, his story had not ended, does not know how should finish. 厄文注视着打字机上的空白纸页,他的故事还没有结束,也不知道该如何结束。 „That continues to write,” woman, „you did not say with a smile, this can be real, autobiography story? In other words, what you will write...... you also to wait for all stories that you do experience?” “那继续写啊,”女人笑吟吟的,“你不是说,这会是一部真实的、自传故事吗？也就是说,你会把你所经历的所有故事都书写下来……你还等什么呢？” The women grasped Irwin's neck intimately, the cheeks were pasting the cheeks, she spoke softly to Irwin, the warm aura was close, but Irwin had not felt that the slight happiness, he thought on the contrary oneself seemed like by the poisonous snake ties down the neck to be the same. 女人亲密地抱住了厄文的脖子,脸颊贴着脸颊,她对厄文低声细语,温暖的气息近在咫尺,可厄文没有感到丝毫的美好,相反他觉得自己像是被毒蛇缠住了脖子一样。 Lifts the stiff hand, Irwin mechanical type typing , completely interpolates in the book that oneself experience. 抬起僵硬的手,厄文机械式地打字,将自己所经历的,全部写进书中。 „We are not clear, this escaped from the nightmare, but by my present experience, obviously, I have not escaped...... I unable the king's of escaping demon blaming control.” “我们不清楚,这到底算不算逃出了噩梦,但以我现在的经历来看,显然,我没有逃掉……我没能逃掉魔怪之王的掌控。” Lancet Morde is gazing at the writing, exuded the intermittent laughter, she knows that the king of demon blaming refers to himself. 阿斯莫德注视着文字,发出了阵阵笑声,她知道魔怪之王指的是自己。 „Darkness covered me, covered this stretch of land, and it is further still nibbling all these.” “黑暗笼罩了我,笼罩了这片大地,并且它还在进一步蚕食着这一切。” Irwin just knocked the character, all around glass then strenuous vibration, in the darkness had anything to make an effort to hit the castle probably, they wave after wave, cracks covered entirely the glass, as if their next quarter will collapse, but indoor the crack, black aura tries to flood into. 厄文刚敲完字符,四周的玻璃便剧烈震动了起来,黑暗里像是有什么东西在用力撞击着城堡,它们一波接着一波,一道道裂纹布满了玻璃,仿佛它们下一刻就会崩溃,而在裂纹之内,一股股黑色的气息试着涌入室内。 „The king of demon blaming side me, she is seducing me by false facial features......” “魔怪之王就在我身边,她以一张张虚假的面容诱惑着我……” Probably to correspond Irwin's writing is the same, Lancet Morde loosened Irwin, after she slows pace arrives at the work bench, at the same time her shape is also changing, physique that selects high short, the beautiful skirt suspended also turned into the ordinary clothing, she carried the hand, the simple-hearted facial features looked to Irwin. 像是为了对应厄文的文字一样,阿斯莫德松开了厄文,她慢步来到工作桌后,与此同时她的形态也在变化,高挑的身姿矮了下来,妖艳的裙摆也变成了普通的衣装,她背起手,天真无邪的面容看向厄文。 „Is this?” “是这样吗？” The familiar sound made Irwin be out of sorts slightly, he stopped the typing, sees at present the familiar girl. 熟悉的声音令厄文微微失神,他停下了打字,看着眼前熟悉的女孩。 , She appeared in Irwin again at present, Irwin thinks oneself will not see her, just produced a joy of reunion, severe bitter cold filled up his heart. 辛德瑞拉,她再次出现在了厄文的眼前,厄文以为自己再也不会见到她了,刚产生了一种重逢的喜悦,紧接着一股严厉的酷寒填满了他的心脏。 False, this is false, has never existed, some are only Lancet Morde. 假的,这都是假的,辛德瑞拉从未真实存在过,有的只是阿斯莫德。 Sees Irwin that splendid expression change, she smiled happily, then she put out books, the title page of books is white Ou the head, he made an effort to open the mouth, to stare in a big way the eye, probably was the same at the silent wail. 见厄文那精彩的表情变化,她开心地笑了起来,然后她拿出了一本书籍,书籍的封面是白鸥的头颅,他用力地张开口、瞪大了眼睛,像是在无声哭嚎一样。 „When I am unclear we to meet for the first time scene, the soul that Irwin, I must harvest after all may be too many, I have no way to remember them.” “我已经记不清我们第一次见面时的情景了,厄文,毕竟我要收割的灵魂可太多了,我没法把它们都记住。” Lancet Morde opens the page, faces Irwin it, then turns the page slowly. 阿斯莫德翻开书页,将它朝向厄文,然后慢慢地翻页。 In the page is pasting the status card one after another, the age, stature, appearance and story are respectively different, this is one of the Lancet Morde game human world innumerable status. 书页里贴着一张又一张的身份卡,年龄、身材、样貌、故事各不一样,这都是阿斯莫德游戏人间的无数身份之一。 She feels the worried say/way, „this were too many, you fall in love which is?” 她倍感苦恼道,“这太多了,你爱上的到底是哪一个啊？” Irwin stares is staring at her, is different from Lancet Morde's happy expression, Irwin's looking deathly pale, loses all blood to be the same probably. 厄文直勾勾地盯着她,和阿斯莫德的笑意不同,厄文的脸色惨白,像是失去所有的血液一样。 „What are you saying?” Irwin is muttering, his sound big, loudly exclaimed, „you are saying anything!” “你在说什么？”厄文喃喃自语着,紧接着他的声音大了起来,大吼道,“你在说什么！” Irwin loses control grasps the fountain pen, has searched the body, wielded the fountain pen to sew on Lancet Morde's palm, the sharp pen tip penetrated her flesh, hit on the desktop. 厄文失控地抓起钢笔,探过身子,挥起钢笔钉在了阿斯莫德的手掌上,尖锐的笔尖穿透了她的血肉,撞击在桌面上。 „Oh.” “哇哦。” Lancet Morde looks at Irwin surprisedly, then she extracts the palm little, the wound gradually expands, the dripping with blood, but she had not felt that the slight pain, is instead tasting some type to be happily same. 阿斯莫德惊讶地看着厄文,然后她一点点地将手掌抽出,伤口逐渐扩大、鲜血淋漓,可她没有感到丝毫的痛楚,反而是在品尝某种欢乐一样。 Irwin retrocedes distressedly, he at this moment is rude, Lancet Morde disappears suddenly, then appears in him suddenly behind, pressed on him the seat, later suppressed his head gently, forcing Irwin to look to out of the window. 厄文狼狈地后退,此刻的他失态无比,阿斯莫德则忽然消失,然后又忽然出现在他身后,将他按回了座位上,随后轻轻地压住他的头,强迫厄文看向窗外。 „Told me, Irwin, what did out of the window have?” “告诉我,厄文,窗外有什么？” Lancet Morde made Irwin stare at the darkness, Irwin's eye pupil is gradually covered jet black, in the pollution viscous darkness, gradually appeared a fierce fearsome sound. 阿斯莫德令厄文凝视着黑暗,厄文的眼瞳逐渐被漆黑覆盖,浑浊粘稠的黑暗里,逐渐浮现出一个狰狞可怖的声音。 Irwin tries hard to convince itself, these are false, is the illusion, but his both hands did not build controlled on the key, ten fingers shivered. 厄文努力说服自己,这些都是虚假的、是幻觉,可他的双手还是不受控地搭在了按键上,十指颤抖。 „Said, wrote down.” “说出来,写下来。” The darkness holds the jelling to be solid, this illusion some were real, in Irwin eyes covers entirely the blood threads, he exclaimed in a low voice, „this did not exist.” 黑暗开始凝实,这幻觉有些过于真实了,厄文眼中布满血丝,他低声吼道,“这不存在。” In Lancet Morde eyes reveals the disappointed look, fair both hands cover in Irwin's the hand of covering entirely dirt blood, probably is teaching him to use the typewriter to be the same, holds back Irwin's fingertip gently. 阿斯莫德眼中流露出失望的神色,白皙的双手盖在厄文的布满污血的手上,像是在教他使用打字机一样,轻轻地按压厄文的指尖。 The key was pressed down, new characters by seal on snow white paper. 按键被按下,一个又一个新鲜的字符被印在雪白的纸张上。 „I told you in the darkness to have anything.” “我来告诉你黑暗里有什么。” Lancet Morde put aside both hands, but Irwin is unable to control oneself both hands again, presses the key again tirelessly. 阿斯莫德移开了双手,而厄文则再也无法控制自己的双手,再次不知疲倦地按动起按键。 „In darkness...... has the demon strangely......” “黑暗里……有魔怪……” Irwin just fired off this line of characters, his narration became the reality, the demon blamed to leap from the darkness, hit on the glass, but this powerful struck unable to hit the glass, on the contrary badly beaten that it made, it made the sound of intermittent thirsty blood, hidden entered in the darkness again. Irwin did not think that it left, it is looking for one to invade the gap of castle. 厄文刚打完这行字,他的叙述就变成了现实,魔怪从黑暗里跃出,一头撞在了玻璃上,只是这有力的一击未能撞开玻璃,反倒把它自己弄的头破血流,它发出阵阵渴血的声响,再次隐进黑暗里。厄文不觉得它离开了,它只是在找一个能入侵城堡的缺口。 In the darkness transmits more sounds. 黑暗里传来更多的响动。 Lancet Morde said, „continues.” 阿斯莫德说,“继续。” „I think that I was cursed.” “我想我被诅咒了。” Another line of writing by seal on the paper, „I had some strength...... to become the reality the writing the strength, this also possibly is the clever trick of king of demon blaming, she thing that I will write, will become the reality entirely.” 又一行文字被印在纸张上,“我具备了某种力量……将文字变成现实的力量,这也可能是魔怪之王的诡计,她会把我所写的东西,通通变为现实。” In the long old castle corridor transmits the sad and shrill wailing, the mosquito humming sound dances in the air, the flesh rotten deterioration flavor overflows. 悠长的古堡走廊里传来凄厉的尖啸,蚊虫嗡嗡飞舞,血肉腐烂的衰败味道四溢。 „Is this praying for rescue letter/believes that you must write?” “这是你要写的求救信吗？” Lancet found the paper page that Irwin previously wrote from the paper pile, this is to the Beirrogo letter/believes, inside wrote the confession of Irwin, but this letter/believes wrote a opening. 阿斯德莫从纸堆里找到了厄文先前所写的纸页,这是给伯洛戈的信,里面写了厄文自己的忏悔,只是这封信才写了个开头。 „This is not the praying for rescue letter/believes.” “这不是求救信。” Irwin shakes the head, „this is my posthumous writings.” 厄文摇摇头,“这是我的遗书。” Lancet Morde took down Irwin the paper page that writes, inserted in this paper page the typewriter. 阿斯莫德取下了厄文正在书写的纸页,将这张纸页插进了打字机里。 „Ok, regardless of it is anything, you have written down, you must write, this is the rule, the author must finish his story.” “算了,无论它是什么,你已经写下来了,你必须写下去,这是规则,作者必须写完他的故事。” Irwin has the complex mood, continued this long torture. 厄文怀揣着复杂的情绪,继续起了这漫长的酷刑。 „ Beirrogo, I hope that you can know my result. “伯洛戈,我希望你能知道我的结局。 This is the long battle, is playing tricks on destiny, on that trains, I thinks that I truly fell in love with a devil, I never to understand ghost, I think that I have felt relaxed, may suffer was still continuing. 这是场漫长的争斗,也是一次命运的戏弄,在那列火车上,我想我确实爱上了一头魔鬼、一头我从未了解过的幽魂,我想我已经释然了,可折磨仍在继续。 She is ridiculing me. 她在嘲笑我。 This is the story that personally was experienced to write by me, but the story that now...... I write will become the reality. 这本是由我亲身经历写成的故事,而现在……我书写的故事将变成现实。 I do not know how should continue to write, I can imagine, only then died, when I write down that despairs, I think that I in reality...... definitely will also welcome the true despair. ” 我不知道该如何继续写下去了,我能想象到的只有死亡,而当我亲笔写下那份绝望时,我想现实里的我……也必然会迎来真正的绝望。” Demon strange calls out under the curtain of night continuously, in Irwin's writing, he fled from the happy paradise, but in the English daisy castle, he was looked one time by Lancet Morde. 魔怪的嚎叫声在夜幕下此起彼伏,在厄文的书写中,他逃离了欢乐园,但在雏菊城堡内,他在一次被阿斯莫德找上。 Irwin records, but he who the reality happened records overlapped with the reality in one, realistic and illusory interlocked completely in one, but Irwin also like a true recorder, records the avalanche of castle. 厄文亲笔记述了现实所发生的,而他记述的又与现实重迭在了一起,现实与虚幻完全交错在了一起,而厄文也像一位真正的记录者一样,记录着城堡的崩塌。 „Friend of mine, I thinks that I should pay the price for my crazy fantasy.” “我的朋友,我想我该为我的疯狂幻想付出代价了。” Irwin finished his posthumous writings, the content is very simple, but told to others all these reasons, as well as oneself cause of death...... Irwin does not hope oneself died quietly, the people of mourning do not have, that was too lonely. 厄文写完了他的遗书,内容很简单,只是向他人讲述了这一切的缘由,以及自己的死因……厄文不希望自己悄无声息地死掉了,连个哀悼的人都没有,那太孤独了。 Finished these, Irwin thought that oneself was happier, he thinks that did not fear lonely, he needed a pouring out object, such thinking aloud was also good, Irwin thinks that also had the courage. 写完这些,厄文觉得自己的心情好了很多,他想自己并不怕孤独,他只是需要一个倾诉的对象,这样的自言自语也不错,厄文想自己又具备了勇气。 Perhaps to seek a comfort, possibly suspected that all these will move toward the nihility finally, does not leave behind tiny bit existence, Irwin hopes for that writes down. 或许是为了寻求一丝安慰,也可能是怀疑这一切终将走向虚无,不留下一丝一毫的存在,厄文又希冀地写下。 „Hopes that you can see these.” “希望你能看到这些。” Warm comforting winds through in Irwin's chest, immediately a greatest fear raises, Irwin is cursing himself, he made this matter unexpectedly stupidly. 温暖的抚慰在厄文的胸口流过,随即一股莫大的恐惧升起,厄文咒骂着自己,他居然愚蠢地做出了这种事。 He tore off the paper page, tries to erase that last line of characters, but all late, when Irwin writes down, the writing had become the reality. 他一把扯下了纸页,试着抹掉那最后一行字,可一切都晚了,当厄文写下时,文字就已变成了现实。 Paper page combustion and dissipation, Irwin cannot hold it again. 纸页燃烧、消逝,厄文再也抓不住它。 ...... …… Palmer took up the letter, on the face wrote all over the shock, he greeted, „Beirrogo, came to see this.” 帕尔默拿起信件,脸上写满了震惊,他招呼道,“伯洛戈,来看看这个。” Beirrogo loosens the apron, does not understand Palmer to shock anything, he received the letter, read, at the same time Palmer sits down exhausted on the sofa, the headache wants to crack. 伯洛戈解下围裙,不懂帕尔默到底在震惊些什么,他接过了信件,阅读了起来,与此同时帕尔默瘫坐在沙发上,头疼欲裂。 „Game had not ended.” “游戏没有结束。” Palmer covers saying that „at least to us so.” 帕尔默捂着头说道,“至少对我们而言如此。” Beirrogo put down the letter, looked serious, he remembered that at this moment with the giant checkerboard that the reality corresponded, after the coastal map was the boundless snowy mountain, under the storm wound around, the true decisive battle will launch in the gloomy old castle. 伯洛戈放下了信件,神情严肃,这一刻他想起了那张与现实对应的巨大棋盘,在海岸地图后就是茫茫的雪山,在暴雪缭绕下,真正的决战将在阴沉的古堡内展开。 Beirrogo should think early. 伯洛戈早该想到的。