"Different histories precipitate different cultures, which is interesting."
The light-haired man paces by the window, but can't get too far away from the phone. If this fluent foreign language were heard by locals who didn't understand it, they would probably think that he was reciting some Western spell. But in this foreign-owned hotel near the port, he didn't need to worry about people eavesdropping on his conversation with his friends across the sea. The door was locked and it was very safe.
"Of course there are more complex factors - as you know, we always talk about 'the ancient and mysterious Eastern Continent', hahahaha... Is it that land that caused all the stories to start here, or is it? Say, the history that happened here has made everything possible today. My friend, aren’t you interested?”
He opened the half-closed curtains. This piece of fabric was very popular in his hometown, and the patterns on it were also popular among people overseas. In the courtyard outside the window, there were occasionally three or two people with different hair colors coming in and out of the hotel, appearing and disappearing from his field of vision. The carpet was soft, swallowing up the sound his leather soles would have made.
"Dear, dear. You see, our history is not that long. We look back at what happened in the past as if it were yesterday. Population is an important prerequisite. In various parts of the world, there have been great, prosperous Civilizations. Most of them disappeared quickly, but left mysterious and mysterious traces. And you, my friend, do you believe that they once existed? Just like the land where I am standing now, there were also traces of 'magic'. "
He stopped by the phone, and his free hand sometimes played with his fingers on the table, sometimes rolled up the coil and spun it around. He talked endlessly, but his face was calm, forming a wonderful contrast. It was as if these things were insignificant and could hardly cause any disturbance to him; it was also as if he was actually emotionally turbulent, but he concealed it too skillfully, showing unnecessary forbearance in a room alone.
"But, it's too short, my dear. Compared to the history of mankind as a whole, it's also too small, compared to this land that continues to this day. The ocean civilization you are so proud of has only islands, which are broken lands. . My new Eastern friend has the same goals as me. Yes, the reporter I got to know since I joined the Chamber of Commerce here. That old friend unfortunately passed away a long time ago... I would like to offer my blessings to my beloved deceased friend. May he rest in peace.”
As he said this, he unconsciously placed his hand on his chest, as every priest does when mourning the dead. He turned to look indoors, resting his weight on the edge of the table and crossing his feet. He was dressed and ready to go. But the white hotel sheets in the room were full of wrinkles, and the bathrobe was thrown carelessly on the bedding. He hasn't called the cleaners yet.
"However, these two friends have one thing in common - something that I agree with. We both believe and believe that there is one, or some more powerful superior force invisibly controlling all of this. God? No, no . You know, this is not what I joined the church for... Faith has no formality, my dear. Shh, keep it down, they will arrest me as an apostate or a heretic. Really? This has happened Is it something? Hahahaha, I don’t remember. Are you talking about the time in prison or the time in the mental hospital? I know, I will be careful, don’t worry so much.”
He turned around again and looked out the window. There was an unknown insect lying on the glass. It has transparent wings and its entire body is green and green. He reached out his finger and touched it gently through the glass. The insect did not flap its wings and leave, but it seemed to be disturbed and took two hurried steps forward. He curled up his knuckles and tapped it twice, and the insect suddenly took off.
"Well, having said that. This invisible existence, the invisible superior force, has promoted activities all over the world behind the scenes. He, or she, finally chose this great land full of stories... Of course, there are other places There are traces left that can be traced. My friend, do you think it was this existence that brought miracles to the world? We don't think so. Maybe in the more distant past that is difficult to look back, at the moment when the "magic" was born from the starting point of time, , or what they call 'spirit', is present in every corner of the human world. The deceased old friend even believed that that existence wiped the spiritual power from the human world. But why?"
He drew the curtains. However, only the thinnest gauze curtain on the inner layer was closed. Light still penetrates into the room, giving the interior furnishings a milky white halo. Facing the hazy curtains, he smoothed his long light golden hair and straightened his jewel-encrusted bow tie. He taps his toes repeatedly and always seems to be in a good mood.
"I myself have also wondered whether this god-like person has messengers or appoints liaisons in the human world. They may be called monsters, or they may be humans themselves. Well, I'm not talking about the evil ghosts. You know what I mean. And this superior existence has different images in different cultures, but it is basically linked to the underworld. Heaven, or hell."
The commonality hidden in these nuances made him almost tremble with excitement. He talked to his uninterested companion for a long time before reluctantly hanging up the phone. But his enthusiasm has not waned; rather, it has just been ignited. He continued to tiptoe briskly, tapping his fingers on the table to make a clicking sound, his eyes wandering through the white gauze curtain.
"Shamans, witches, onmyojis, astrologers... they are all similar. They all existed, and there are traces of them. However, the ones who bury, belittle, forget, criticize or even exterminate them are human beings themselves. Still. It also comes down to who promoted all this behind the scenes based on what needs. Until now, who else can tell clearly?"
He still couldn't stop talking to himself. Use the language that belongs to this eastern continent.
"The concept of star disciples... is also very interesting. Very interesting. In our language, each of the seven stars has its own title, and in Eastern culture it is more abundant. Tanlang, Jumen, Lucun, Wenqu, Lianzhen, Wu Qu, Pojun... Jumen is a Dharma star, responsible for Yin punishment, turning Qi into darkness, and is good at covering up the brilliance of other stars, which is in line with Tianxuanqing's characteristics; Tianjiqing is the owner of the shop, and is also related to Lu Cunxing. The argument is the same; Tianquanqing is indeed a young lady from a scholarly family, so she is considered a Wenquxing."
At this point, he took a deep breath with some excitement. He controlled his slightly trembling voice and continued:
"Yu Heng is the sound, so is Yu Hengqing the owner of the theater? Is there any connection between Kaiyang Wei Lu, also known as Wu Qu Xing, and the police department as an institution of power and violence? What are the rules for the identities of other star disciples? Is it that the magical instrument itself has a natural affinity with these attributes, and time will eventually make 'coincidence' inevitable? Or is it that there are artificial factors driving it, even if its purpose is not clear yet. What is the causal relationship between this? , also very intriguing.”
Not only the language, but also the culture itself has been involved. It can even be said that it is in-depth.
"Also, in our culture, those who guide the dead are called angels or gods of death. Aren't there similar messengers from the underworld here? Are they monsters called bull-headed and horse-faced monsters, or black and white? But I have never known, you guys The impermanence is also like the god of death, wearing a dark robe. But they hold a scythe to harvest life, instead of a short knife that is longer than a dagger."
In the room shrouded in light white light, the black silhouette appeared unknown.
"You know who I am," the black figure said.
"Their window glass has been wiped clean, so it's not difficult to see some reflections clearly. I remember confirming several times that the door is locked tightly. After all, you are in a foreign country, how can you not pay attention to safety? Even so, you are still here . There is probably no other explanation other than the God of Death. Could it be that I ate something wrong last night..."
"..."
"I was a little surprised. I didn't expect that the messenger from the underworld was a beautiful lady. I'm sorry for my preconceived offense. You see, it's better to wait for me to take you to a nearby church. I'm there. There is also a small piece of land where fresh vegetables are grown. I mean, the life is more lively, and I feel more comfortable. It is really unseemly to die in a hotel outside..."
"You didn't offend me. You also know that you are not dead."
"Well, I thought you would like a more humorous style. Okay." He was probably very relaxed, which could be heard from the occasional foreign accent. He smiled and continued:
"But I still want to say that it is rude to listen to other people's private conversations. This makes me a little embarrassed. If it is a business secret, even if you are not bound by human laws, you have indeed done something unreasonable. I will not ask you to Apologize, at least - aren't you willing to introduce yourself and explain your purpose of coming? I know that most ladies in the East are very reserved, but you are too taciturn."
"Zishuo Tianquan·Shuangyue Lord."
said the woman in black dress. It looked too much like Oriental mourning clothes, and it would inevitably lead to unnecessary contact.
It’s not like there’s no connection at all.
"Jesus, could it be shorter?" He spread his hands.
Lord Shuoyue ignored his remarks. She continued her words:
"Mr. Adler, one of the foreign representatives of the Yangming Chamber of Commerce. Instead, I want to ask you why a foreigner has such an extraordinary persistence in our magical artifacts. You have repeatedly interfered with the magical artifacts. Before The dead businessman holding the clam seems to have established a close trading relationship with you. Now that things have happened, we have to talk to you."
The spacious guest rooms display a variety of objects that combine Eastern and Western styles. Standing under the light, there is a huge distance between the two people, one white and one black in the shadows, just because of their clothes. This picture is really wonderful.
The woman's face was expressionless, like dead ice. The man grinned, and a burning smile emerged from his eyes like lava.
"Of course. I mean, perfectly happy."
