The yellow light of the lamp, placed on an old table near the burning lantern held in my right hand, illuminated the dust settled behind the book. I wiped the dust with my right hand—Sissi-si... I thought for a moment and rubbed my hands; they were covered in dust. I thrust my left hand into the right pocket of my coat to pull out a handkerchief.
I reached in, but the handkerchief wasn't there.
When I had leaned down to clean the mud off my shoes earlier, the handkerchief was in my hand... H..... But as I tried to run from there, it seems the handkerchief slipped from my grip... H....
I checked the other pocket. Oh, there's a second handkerchief.
I cleaned my hands with it. Mumu.....?
I sniffed it. The handkerchief carried the ancient scent of the library books. The guard sitting near the library gate was still staring at me with strange eyes. In the silence stretching to the curtains in the darkness, three sounds could be heard: [the muffled sound of the rain outside, my arrogance, and the sound of my breathing—all clearly audible in this silence].
There was a wooden chair placed near the table.
Let me sit and read the book... Thap-thap.... As soon as I sat on the chair—Char....char... H..... The chair is very old, that's why it creaks.
Thak... thak... In a corner of the library wall, a wooden window was banging... Thak-thak... opening and closing with the wind.
In the light of the lantern, I turned the first page.
(Decade 598, Time 9:51. The half-open eye of the Devil was at its peak. 9481, the devil number of the death... In this book, the hidden Order says—the one who lifts the veil from 9481 shall know the truth of the universe, and their death is certain. The King of the Moment of the Night spread the ways of the 598 Evil Eye into human blood. Human nature—599 Light of the Night <> Night of the Light. They began to worship the Evil Eye as their God. The King of the Moment of the Night (Black Magic) (Tantra Vidya) was lost in the soul of existence and became a servant of the Devil, just like that.)
Aha..... Darkness swarmed before my eyes.
"Brother, why did you do this? You broke my trust. Mother is mad... Father, you... because of me..." Tears filled my eyes.
This kept echoing in my mind repeatedly.
Suddenly, everything went silent. I tried to open my eyes. Have I woken up? No, I am still sleeping. Everything is pitch black, where only I exist. A loud voice was echoing... Ha ha ha....
What is the truth behind the mystery of the night? The first ray of the morning sun hit my face through the library window; the sunlight felt slightly warm... Hu... It's morning... Hu... I rubbed my eyes with my hand. It was a strange dream. I had fallen asleep while reading the book.
I should go home... Thap thap thap... I came outside. The rain had stopped. The weather was a bit gloomy... H..... I walked on, the scene of the night waking up in my mind.
Who else was in that house? And that alley... I reached home. With trembling hands, I opened the gate lock... Thak... The house gate opened with a creak—Char... As soon as it opened...
Hu... The smell of rotting flesh and old blood hit my nose. Quickly, I pressed the handkerchief against my nose. Such a foul stench.
I looked toward the upper room. From the room in front, I fearfully picked up a knife... Thap thap thap... I went up the stairs to the upper room. I stood before the door. I could feel the cold air coming from under the door against my feet. Ghoot... I swallowed my spit with a dry throat... Ghut... The gate opened. My legs began to tremble.
The breath got stuck in my throat. A decaying corpse lay on the floor of the room. Worms were crawling on the body, and maggots were writhing in the eyes. Seeing it made me feel nauseous. There was a mask on the face. I gathered courage and removed the mask. My eyes widened in shock.
This person... he was the one in the mall who was pressing a blood-stained handkerchief to his face, the one I collided with. Yes, it's the same person. A note is lying there: "I am the cause of everyone's death... I am changing... my head is hurting..."
What is this? That night I woke up from the table and that note... Aa.....aa... h....h...h... This writing is mine.
That means I am the cause of his death.... This isn't true...