Evil always comes from courage

"This is the sea, who am I and what am I doing here?"

I was surprised. I don't know why I was so surprised. After all, I couldn't remember anything.

I opened the window and looked outside. I could see the surging seawater and smell the sea breeze mixed with it. It was fishy and salty. The swaying of the bed was very light and I couldn't feel it, but I knew it was a ship and I was very sure.

With enough light, I was no longer afraid and returned to the table and continued to flip through the book. Notes, speculation

"Is this book my diary? This should be my handwriting."

I think this notebook belongs to me, and this is my room. Although I have forgotten everything, maybe I can find what I want in this notebook.

I held the black leather notebook and flipped through it at will, probably Around page ten, there was a very long line of writing, so I stopped and read slowly

"He is the shrike, he is the robin, the fragrance on the lips and teeth after drinking, the elegance of the fragrance, the fruit of the Garden of Eden, the temptation of the snake, and the translucency at the bottom of the aroma glass.……"

This handwriting is very clear, and its tone is darker. I looked at the passage on the note and thought about it.

"who is he?"

I was very confused. There didn't seem to be any key information in this paragraph, at least not what I needed. I didn't know who he was in the notebook, and I couldn't guess his identity.

I closed the notebook again. , sat down quietly.

I thought maybe I could find the information I wanted on the first page of this notebook, or a name that could tell me whose name it was.

I reopened this notebook, like I opened it again and again before.

There was nothing on the first page, no name, no handwriting, extremely clean. I was a little surprised, as if I didn't expect it to be a blank page.

A strange feeling arose in my heart. , which makes me wonder if the owner of this notebook is me. If it wasn't me, why would it appear here again, lying quietly on the table waiting for me to open it.

I reluctantly opened the next page. Page, the handwriting on it is a bit sloppy, but it is a long paragraph.

"The goblin, that is a blond goblin, sneaked into my dream. It is a little man with a colorful crystal sugar bowl filled with colorful stars. It stole me while I was sleeping lightly. memories."

My brows were furrowed. I didn't know what the meaning of this was, but it didn't seem like there was any useful information.

I continued to turn to the next page, which read

"A new beginning, a new world, Vincent Faust."

There is no useful information on this page. Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar handwriting in front of me, I feel a little headache.

Vincent Faust is obviously a name, and this name has changed in a short period of time. Appeared twice.

So I paid more attention to this name, because it was very likely to be my name.

Maybe I was annoyed by these irrelevant sentences, so I simply turned a page and continued reading.

"The black carriage carried me past the burning Vincent Manor. I saw my father lying in the rose garden pruning withered roses, and my grandfather standing in front of the vineyard waving to me."

The reappearance of Vincent made me pay more attention. It seems that this is indeed my name. This may be the only valuable information. At least I am not completely discouraged. I see hope, which makes me continue reading and want to Decipher the secret of the owner of this note.