Evil always comes from courage

I can’t guess the meaning of these words. Maybe the original owner of this notebook was me, but I’ve forgotten too much. I don’t know how it all happened, but I can only continue reading.

"I lie down, the fireplace is the burning tombstone, the wool carpet is the soft grave soil, the dining table is my coffin, and the chairs and stools are my flowers. The ancestors hummed under the floor. They sang my praises and prayed for me. The manor was my cemetery and my bed."

When I finished reading this paragraph, there were two words"Grave" enclosed by the title of the book behind it.

This was a very useful piece of information, which mentioned the Vincent Manor, his father, his grandfather, and his family. There is a rose garden.

The word Vincent appears many times in this notebook. Maybe it is just a coincidence, but I have seen it three times.

And what is mentioned in this paragraph may be related to reality, and maybe I am too A member of the Vincent family, once lived in Vincent Manor, and there was a vineyard and rose garden in the manor.

"Am I a writer? These seem to be some scattered inspirations and of no use."

I thought about it, and in the end I could only guess that my identity was probably a writer.

But these inspirations were really not enough for me to understand who I really was, and I didn't even know why I appeared here.

"Why am I on this ship."

I muttered to myself, flipping through the notebook randomly, asking myself questions over and over again, sorting out the information for myself. It seemed that only in this way could I get a satisfactory answer.

"Ah, this page says Victoria, the name of this ship is Victoria!"

Finally I skipped those scattered inspirations and finally turned to a page with a name written on it, Victoria

"It seems that this notebook is still of some use. I'd better calm down and learn about it slowly!"

Suddenly, I felt a little relieved. Although the contents of this notebook were messy and disorderly, at least I could still find useful information.

With hope, my heart gradually calmed down and I stopped being anxious. I rummaged through it carefully. I watched page after page.

I thought there would be some content in this notebook that could prove who I was, but when I read more than a dozen pages at a time, I found that there was really no useful information.

It can't be said that there is none at all. Maybe I haven't understood a lot of the content, but the name that appears over and over again, Vincent Faust, I think, must be my name. Just take it as my opinion. At that time, there was a knock on the door outside the house.

I didn’t know who the person was. The other person knocked on the door and shouted a name I was familiar with into the room. This name rarely appeared in my notes, but I remembered it. Come down.

I quietly walked to the door. I really wanted to open the door and ask him what happened. Who am I? Where am I? Why am I here?

But I am very scared. Maybe this person will threaten me. It's safe. I should be more vigilant.

Seeing that I didn't respond, the person outside the door didn't leave. Instead, he knocked louder.

"Miss Alice Letasha, are you up? I'm sorry to disturb you so early. Mr. Sfacer Bet and the captain have summoned other investors to discuss matters, and you need to go there."

I was very surprised. When I already identified myself as Vincent Faust, the man who came to knock on the door actually called me Miss Alice Letasha.

I opened the closet in a panic, and there were all kinds of things inside. Some gorgeous dresses, I looked down at my outfit, it was a nightgown.