That is stored up by the liquor in the glass jar, „ball of flesh”. 那是被酒储存在玻璃瓶中的,一枚“肉球”。 Or. 或者说。 That was one died for a long time embryo. 那是一个死去已久的胚胎。 ...... This is, what? ……这是,什么？ Lin Yiyi is enduring patiently the ache, in the brain a blank. 林依依忍耐着疼痛,脑中一片空白。 In her heart full is the intense uncomfortableness and dislike feeling, but the barrage also vanishes again does not see: 她的心中满是强烈的不适感与厌恶感,而弹幕也再度消失不见: „Is this......, so long as has this......” “就是这个……只要有这个……” Is panting for breath, the somewhat demented sound conveys from the mouth. 一个喘息着的、有些癫狂的声音从口中传来。 „Painter” is coughing, while touched that glass jar. “画家”一边咳嗽着,一边摸到了那个玻璃瓶。 The flesh was still turning wells up the agitation the basement, suddenly peaceful. 原本血肉还在翻涌搅动的地下室,突然间安静了下来。 Ground anxious is moving restlessly the flesh polymer returned to normal, like losing the life was the same. 地上不安的躁动着的血肉聚合物恢复了平静,如同失去了生命一样。 „...... What's the matter?” “……怎么回事？” But skeletons...... 而骷髅们…… The skeletons, neat looking approached the artist. 骷髅们,齐刷刷的望向了画师。 Lin Yiyi felt suddenly, they seem like...... 林依依突然感觉,他们似乎…… ...... Is smiling? ……在笑？ But is this possible? 但这怎么可能？ „Elle, Elle...... protects me!” “艾蕾,艾蕾……保护我！” The painter strokes that has „ball of flesh” the bottle, in a low voice muttering: „Makes Angelo wake...... can hear? Elle? Elle?!” 画家抚摸着那个存有“肉球”的瓶子,低声喃喃着:“让安吉洛醒过来……听得到吗？艾蕾？艾蕾？！” „You said......” “你说……” Finally, that middle-aged man who takes the iron hammer opened the mouth. 终于,那个拿着铁锤的中年男人开口了。 He entered in the light slowly. 他慢慢走进了光中。 His right arm like the liquid melting, tick-tock tick-tock falling on the ground, integrates in the flesh. These flesh mixed his blood, peaceful. 他的右臂如同液体般融化,滴答滴答的落在地上,融入血肉中。这些血肉掺了他的血,就安静了下来。 That aquamarine pupil, like losing all wild wolves is common. 那碧绿色的瞳孔,如同失去一切的野狼一般。 His sound is not old, even can be called is young, but actually very vicissitudes. 他的声音并不算年老,甚至称得上是年轻,但却很是沧桑。 „Is this Elle child? He called Angelo...... the good name.” “这是艾蕾的孩子？他叫安吉洛吗……好名字。” The men are saying in a low voice. 男人低声说着。 Afterward, he extended the left hand to the painter, seizes to grasp in the air slightly. 随后,他向画家伸出了左手,在空气中微微攫握。 „【Vomit】.” “【呕吐】。” He orders to say. 他命令道。 Suddenly, the painter whole person stiffened. 突然,画家整个人僵住了。 He suddenly starts the fierce cough, the whole person lost the strength. 他突然开始剧烈的咳嗽,整个人失去了力气。 As throat turns wells up, he cannot grip is putting „Angelo” the bottle again, let slip falls it on the ground. 随着喉咙一阵翻涌,他再也握不住盛放着“安吉洛”的瓶子,失手将它摔在了地上。 Because the ground is flowing the flesh, the bottle shatter...... has not fallen in entering the sea to be the same probably, light to taking the man of hammer is fluttering. In the air heard the vague baby laughter. 但因为地上流动着的血肉,瓶子并没有破碎……而像是落入海中一样,轻飘飘的向拿着锤子的男人飘去。空气中传来了若有若无的婴儿笑声。 But painter actually suddenly alarmed and afraid is panting for breath, like asthma general, moreover coughs even more fiercely. 但画家却突然惊惧的喘息着,如同哮喘一般、而且咳嗽越发剧烈。 Finally, he coughed anything. 终于,他咳出来了什么东西。 He puts out a hand, will block the thing of throat to tow. 他伸出手,将塞住自己喉咙的东西拖出来。 Afterward his whole person was startled. 随后他整个人都怔住了。 That is...... 那是…… An umbilical cord. 一根脐带。 The umbilical cord after was coughed by him, then ignited seven colored flame suddenly. He receives an electric shock to be the same probably, was separated by that umbilical cord, falls on the ground. 脐带在被他咳出来之后,便突然燃起了七彩色的火焰。他像是触电一样,被那根脐带弹开,跌坐在了地上。 But that umbilical cord fluttered to man who takes the iron hammer. 而那根脐带自己飘向了拿着铁锤的男人。 „...... So that's how it is, 【Stillbirth Reincarnation】. Are you plan use this ritual resurrecting Elle?” “……原来如此,【死胎转生】。你是打算用这个仪式复活艾蕾？” The men laugh at one: „You think the thing that you offer sacrifices, can be reactivated again by this success ratio not high ritual?” 男人嗤笑一声:“你以为你献祭掉的东西,能被这种成功率不高的仪式再复活出来？” „Elle? Elle?!” “艾蕾？艾蕾？！” The artists actually do not pay attention to the man. 画师却不理会男人。 His sound very fears, even is somewhat sad and shrill: „Do not abandon me, Elle! Elle!” 他的声音很是恐惧,甚至有些凄厉:“不要抛弃我,艾蕾！艾蕾！” „Elle Elle...... you think that what person you are Elle?” “艾蕾艾蕾的……你以为你是艾蕾的什么人？” Takes the man look of iron hammer ice-cold. 拿着铁锤的男人眼神冰冷。 „I and I are the Elle fathers!” “我、我是艾蕾的父亲！” The painter seems like the abandoned dog is the same, is wailing on the ground. 画家像是被抛弃的狗一样,在地上哀嚎着。 „- Shut up!” “-住口！” The man of aquamarine pupil angrily rebukes to say in a low voice: „I am the Elle father!” 碧绿色瞳孔的男人低声怒斥道:“我才是艾蕾的父亲！” The body that hears word, the painter shivers stagnates suddenly. 闻言,画家颤抖的身体突然停滞。 His pupil enlarges. 他的瞳孔放大。 „You and you are...... Buckle......” “你、你是……巴克尔……” The painter is saying incoherently: „But you did not die......” 画家语无伦次的说着:“但你不是死了……” Grasps to hold the man of iron hammer actually to walk, grips the left hand of umbilical cord to brandish gently- that umbilical cord then seems like the rope to be the same, another end hitch approached ball of flesh in transparent spheroid. 握持铁锤的男人却只是走下来,握住脐带的左手轻轻挥舞-那根脐带便像是绳索一样,另外一端栓向了透明球体中的肉球。 But close to his end, then drilled into his palm directly. 而靠近他的一端,则直接钻入了他的掌心之中。 After ball of flesh was connected by the umbilical cord, soon starts to inflate. Gradually becomes huge, explodes the bottle crowded. 肉球被脐带连接之后,很快开始膨胀起来。逐渐变得巨大,将瓶子挤爆。 It seems like the balloon to be the same, float in in the air, is getting bigger and bigger. 它像是气球一样,悬浮在空中、越来越大。 But grasps the man of iron hammer becomes at the visible speed thin. 而手持铁锤的男人则以肉眼可见的速度变得消瘦。 But his vision has not actually wavered. 但他的目光却没有丝毫游移。 „I have not died.” “我可没有死。” Is called „Buckle” man, desolate saying: „ You are only my substitute...... you think that whose the Clara knowledge and ritual do obtain from there? She does not dare to start to me, therefore divorces after me found you. 被称为“巴克尔”的男人,冷淡的说道:“你只是我的替代品而已……你以为克莱拉的知识和仪式是从谁那里得到的？她不敢对我下手,所以才与我离婚之后找到了你。 „ I, if arrives late for a week, you had offered sacrifices to give Black Widow by her ‚’. Your present life is I rescues. I did not plan to kill you at that time , because Elle needs a father...... not to twine the curse, the health mortal father. Therefore after killing Clara, I left Icewater Port. “我要是晚到一周,你就已经被她献祭给‘黑寡妇’了。你现在的命就是我救的。我当时不打算杀你,是因为艾蕾需要一个父亲……一个没有缠绕着诅咒的、健康的凡人父亲。所以在杀了克莱拉之后,我就离开了冻水港。 „Was I am wrong. I should carry off all books am my mistake, I acknowledged to...... this. Was I harmed Elle.” “是我错了。我应该把所有的书都带走才对……这是我的错、我承认。是我害了艾蕾。” In the Buckle sound, is full of the viscous and deep evil intention. 巴克尔的声音中,充满着粘稠而深沉的恶意。 His right face also melted the black silt, as his sound is fluctuating, exuded the numerous echoes: „ I should not believe that the self-control of mortal, you and Clara radically is a person. 他的右脸也融化成了黑色的淤泥,随着他的声音而波动着,发出重重的回声:“我不该相信凡人的自制力,你和克莱拉根本就是一种人。 „Pours well. My present one person alone, does not have any hope, does not have any accepts as a memento...... so, I have nothing to fear.” “不过倒也好。我现在孤身一身,没有任何希望、没有任何留念……如此,我就没有什么好怕的了。” He is saying, raises the iron hammer. 他说着,将铁锤扬起。 This iron hammer of undistinguished appearance, in fact is some powerful cursed object. 这个其貌不扬的铁锤,实际上是某种强大的咒物。 After he aims the artist holds up the iron hammer, the body of artist then stiffly stagnates motionless, is unable to avoid...... 在他瞄准画师举起铁锤后,画师的身体便僵滞不动,无法躲避…… But before the hammer falls. 但在锤子落下之前。 Probably balloon same float in in the air „Angelo”, artist and Elle son. 像是气球一样漂浮在空中的“安吉洛”,画师与艾蕾的儿子。 Actually in the place that Buckle cannot see, suddenly opened the eye, to open the mouth. 却在巴克尔看不到的地方,突然睁开眼睛、张大了嘴。 Dive. 俯冲。 . 一口。 „Buckle” the head bit directly. 就将“巴克尔”的头直接咬了下来。 His head following body turns into place sludge instantaneously, falls falls on the ground. 他头部以下的身体瞬间变成一地污泥,摔落在地上。 The artists look at this, immediately was shocked. 画师看着这一幕,顿时惊呆了。 Lin Yiyi also startled. 林依依也惊了。 In outside looks that this Annan was startled. 就连在外面看着这一幕的安南都惊了。 What's all this about? 这是怎么回事？ The artists fear is cowering in same place, in gulps are panting for breath, the consciousness of slightly not having been saved: „...... Does, drink......? 画师还恐惧着瑟缩在原地,大口大口的喘息着,丝毫没有得救的意识:“……哈、喝……哈？ „, Elle? Is you?!” “艾、艾蕾？是你吗？！” That swallowed the Buckle head „balloon”, did not answer. 那个吞食了巴克尔头颅的“气球”,却不回话。 It suddenly starts to inflate, the surface ignited seven color flame. In the air is reverberating the laughter of baby. 它只是突然开始膨胀起来,表面燃起了七彩的火焰。空气中回荡着婴儿的笑声。 Then it starts to increase and increase...... 然后它就开始变大、变大…… Forever increasing without limits. 永无止境的变大。 Suddenly, Annan thought that in the newspaper seems to have mentioned a few words: 突然之间,安南想到了,报纸上似乎有提到过一句话: „- After he rushes to Morrison Gallery, discovers the police officers and ‚giant ball of flesh ablaze with a colored flame’ fight.” “-他赶往莫里森画廊后,发现警员们正在与一位‘全身燃烧着火焰的彩色巨大肉球’战斗。” ...... Is this? 难道……就是这个？ This named „Angelo” dead baby? 这个叫做“安吉洛”的死婴？ In the Annan sudden brain appears a idea: 安南突然脑中浮现一个想法: If, the Elle soul had offered sacrifices to give Bone Duke, but Morrison „resurrecting ritual” actually really success words...... 如果说,艾蕾的灵魂已经被献祭给了骸骨公,但莫里森的“复活仪式”却真的成功了的话…… ...... This to the artist who the unusual world knows nothing about, what at sixes and sevens thing resurrecting? ……这个对超凡世界一窍不通的画师,到底把什么乱七八糟的东西给复活出来了？