So I can't understand the brain circuit of a strong person at all, so I can't be a strong person.
For me, the normal approach is to squat in this place until they come out, but for the strong -
"There's nothing wrong with going shopping anyway."
And he had to pull me up hard.
"Actually, this is also a kind of test." Nolan Lusi said easily. "If there are still people coming to assassinate us, it means that the organization still has strength. If not, then there is a high probability that they are the same group as the people who entered the ruins. .”
"This is too forceful."
"This is logical." Nolan Lusi chuckled and said, "You can also judge how many contestants there are in this game. After all-"
"The informant was probably not the only person who went in that day."
That's true, but at present there are only two suspected forces.
"That's it for the homeless and the men in black now, right?" I rubbed my chin and said, "Hmm - maybe the members of the homeless are really beggars on the street, and the remaining men in black look like Well-trained, maybe the leader is a general or the leader of a mercenary group."
Or simply spies sent by other countries.
"I also forgot to ask Belle how many people went in at that time." I shook my head helplessly.
"People in this place feel like they have murderous intent in their bodies. Look at that guy holding a kitchen knife and looking like he has killed someone before." Kellas narrowed his eyes slightly and said.
"That's a butcher, and he might have actually killed someone."
But speaking of the butcher——
"I wonder if the boss allows guests to barbecue in the courtyard. I kind of want to have barbecue."
Well, I always feel like something is not quite right.
Seemingly asking casually, Nolan Lusi tilted his head and said, "Oh, by the way, the paper you got that day was probably not thrown away. What was written on it?"
"It's true that I didn't throw it away." Then I remembered that something seemed to have been forgotten by me. "It has been kept in my pocket - after all, it is a piece of yellowed paper. No matter how you think about it, it is impossible to write it down before running away. Something, maybe it’s just some simple inspirational sentences or simply some strange certificate.”
Nolan Lesi's face twitched and said: "What is the certificate..."
"Simply put, it's just a piece of paper that's been printed, so who knows if it's really qualified." I curled my lips and took out the piece of paper that I had forgotten about for many days.
A few words were written on it in blue ink.
"There seems to be a big problem."
I sighed.
"Huh? There won't really be any clues, right?" Nolan Lusi raised her eyebrows in surprise and said, "Do you think it's useful for me to mention this?"
"Brother...forget it, it's the person who wrote the note. Let's go to the graveyard and find a tombstone by the forest stream. The name is BK Jerry." I raised the note and said softly. .
"...What the hell." Nolan Lusi looked a little dumbfounded, "Can he still bury himself?"
I rubbed the note and said, "Burying yourself is not the point. The most important thing is who wrote these words."
When Kelras heard this, the whole dog immediately drooped.
"Hey, then, doesn't that mean that there is no way to find something delicious today?"
"That's right for the time being." I shrugged and said helplessly, "So as compensation, I plan to use a more novel method to barbecue tonight."
Kellas immediately said righteously: "This kind of matter must be resolved as soon as possible! This way we won't miss dinner time!"
Shouldn't it be really fragrant?
"So do we have to go to the graveyard again?" Verrier looked at us with a subtle look and said, "You said that none of us are dead. If we go to the graveyard all day long, will others think we have mental problems?"
"Actually, I think with the rate of people dumping corpses here, it would be abnormal if the mass graves weren't bustling with activity every day."
Villier tilted her head and thought for a while before saying, "I have to admit, I actually think what you said makes sense."
"Actually, it's all nonsense -" I rubbed my fingers gently, and a wisp of fire rose up at my fingertips, burning away the paper that was almost eroded by time.
A wisp of gray ashes fell to the ground from the palm of my hand. It didn't attract many people's thoughts, but I still noticed quite keenly that some people seemed to have moved their eyes to my side.
"Someone is watching us." Nolan Lusi said coldly, holding his hands, "three beggars, two ordinary people, and five or six people who gathered together and seemed to be pretending to buy vegetables."
"I know."
Needless to say about the beggar, yesterday’s organization probably still holds a grudge, and the rest may have participated, or they may simply be curious about the presence of such a high-profile person like us in the town, so they came to spy.
But these have nothing to do with us. After all, if the truth of the matter comes to light, our figures will disappear in this town.
"Since those beggars have set their sights on us, Grace may be in danger."
Nolan Lesi nodded clearly and said, "Let's call her for now. After all, it's not a relatively secretive matter."
After deciding on the next action, we rushed to the hotel and called Grace, who was a little confused and said, "You guys are done now," and headed to the mass grave without stopping.
There are many graves in this place, but there are very few people who can leave tombstones here, so it is much easier to find them.
"BK Jerry... I didn't expect that there was only one person with this name." I looked at the moss-covered tombstone in front of me and rubbed my chin.
"After all, BK is not a commonly used prefix, and I haven't noticed this place before. I didn't expect that there would be such a tombstone." Nolan Lusi stood aside and looked at the tombstone and said, "Speaking of which, is there anything written on it? What should I do if I find a tombstone?”
"No." I said rather decisively.
Nolan Lusi nodded and said, "Then the next thing will be very simple."
Just when I was still a little confused, Nolan Les had already drawn a stroke in mid-air, and then the entire tomb was dug up under my nose...
"Damn it - it's not good for you to dig someone's grave, isn't it?" I took a breath of air, and then silently thought to myself, Namo, Amitafu.
Although I don’t know if it’s useful, I just read it for peace of mind...
"What are you afraid of?" Nolan Les looked at me in surprise, "No, the gatekeeper of hell is right in front of you. Any form of curse from any evil spirit can't get out of the gate of hell, so it will be banned by her. , and don’t those gang of necromancers often do this too?”
······It’s mainly because you develop a habit on earth, isn’t it?
"What's more, there is no corpse inside at all, only a box." Nolan Lesi waved his fingers easily, and then the invisible magic arm condensed in an instant, easily removing the rusty corpse inside. The iron box was lifted up.
"What if he is cremated?"
"There are not so many things to worry about." Nolan Lusi curled her lips and said, "What's more, the stuff from En Island contained here is not what you want to smell at all."
Then, Nolan Lusi opened the box without hesitation.
"...Clothes?" I called out in surprise, but Nolan Lusi had already taken out the clothes from inside quite quickly.
"To be precise, blood-stained clothes."
"This is not just a tomb..."
But I soon discovered that there seemed to be a piece of paper under the box.
Is it a letter?
With such doubts, I took the letter out.
The letter paper has turned yellow, and the ink has faded to the point where traces are almost invisible, but luckily I can still continue reading.
"Friend, no matter who you are, when you read this letter, you must have found the note I put in the folder of my notebook. It must have taken a lot of effort to find this place? Because I don't know what will happen next. There are so many B.K. Jerrys buried in this place, so I tried to choose a name that probably wouldn't be used by many people."
"Next, I'm going to tell you something amazing. I hope you won't be overly surprised by it."
"I have traveled through time."
To be honest, when I saw these four words, I thought it was Long Aotian, a specialty of the Celestial Dynasty, who came to this place, but then I looked down and realized that the truth of the matter was not as simple as I thought.
"From what you saw now - or maybe a little further away, I traveled back in time to this place more than a hundred years ago, and since you have seen this letter, you must know that I was involved He disappeared due to an incident."
"Yes, I did not disappear. It was just because I went back to the past because of the power of a certain instrument. But when I wanted to use the power of that instrument again, I found that I could not travel through time and space."
"I was trapped more than a hundred years ago and couldn't escape."
"I had no other choice but to continue living in this place and look for a chance to leave. But obviously, I failed. But I still followed my memory and left clues to the past me. Let me explain this."
"It's just that I probably can never go back. I also hid the artifact somewhere. I can find it as long as I follow."
The letter ends here.
After being silent for a long time, Kellas finally said leisurely: "This is not just death, he is already dead."
"It's indeed a bit -" I said with a very complicated mood, "Although I want to see the person alive and the body after death, what should I do with this person who has been dead for decades?"
Nolan Lusi echoed: "I think if we really want to find someone from the hell salesman, they will dare to rebel tomorrow..."
"It's okay, they can't get out." Kyle Russ waved his hand and said with great confidence.
"But there should be something down here." I looked at the blood-stained clothes, "Is there something else in the pocket?"
"Let me take a look - well, there's a piece of paper."
"Why does this informant always say half of what he says... What's in it?"
Nolan Lusi unfolded the paper, then raised his eyebrows and said, "This seems to be a map? It looks like some kind of treasure map, but the content inside is a bit vague."
what······
I leaned over and took a look, and found that it was a fairly simple simple drawing. Except for one grave mound, there were other graves and a few scattered trees.
"Ten steps to the east. When you see the big tree, walk fifty steps to the south... What's the use of drawing this map?"
The layout of this place was far different from what it is now.
Anyway, following the instructions in the letter, we walked and stopped and finally came to a relatively secluded place, where there was also a tree that looked like it had been growing for many years.
"There seems to be writing on the tree trunk?" Kyle Rath crossed his legs and jumped twice, and finally puffed up his cheeks and said, "It's hard to see from this angle!"
"It's BK Jerry's name." Nolan Lusi said after taking a casual look, "Maybe he is afraid that the person who comes to find him will not be able to find the correct location."
Hmm - that makes sense.
"Oh, there is actually a tree hole in this place!" Kyle Russ lay down and tried hard to look inside. Then she twitched her nose, then shrank her neck, and a rather bad expression appeared on her face. "Ugh! It's such a strong musty smell, and there's also a smell of heavy oil!"
I reached into the tree hole and easily took out a small package covered with oil paper. There were obvious bacterial plaques and black oil stains on it.
"Utensil - is this what you're talking about?" I opened the oil paper with a little surprise and took out a pocket watch that was wrapped in layers and looked to be quite old.
I picked up the slightly rusty metal watch chain and said in surprise: "...Is this an artifact that goes back to the past?"
Grace looked at it carefully for a while and then said: "Such decorative patterns are indeed different from the current style, and if it was more than a hundred years ago, the engraved magic structure of the pocket watch should not have been optimized and could not be put into such a small inside the shell."
Decorative style -
After Grace's reminder, I began to carefully observe the patterns on the pocket watch.
Indeed, it is not the same.
Even now, pocket watches are difficult to engrave with magic runes and have a low yield, so the output is very small. Most of them are owned by nobles, so the patterns on them are naturally in the style of today's human nobles. The pattern on this pocket watch is more like the decoration in the ruins.
In other words, did the informant really travel through time and space and then die?
"Time magic?" Nolan Lusi frowned slightly and stretched out his hand, "Let me see."
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