"This old man is crazy again!" Sean tried to smash the door, but there was no response from outside, only the old man's murmuring.
He took out his pistol and wanted to shoot at the door lock, but suddenly he felt dizzy.
A familiar feeling came over him. Sean staggered a few steps and said to himself: "We have been here before..."
In front of his eyes, scenes of memories from a subjective perspective flashed past.
Teacher Lures Milton, who wore an exaggerated mustache, came back again after a long journey.
He took off the explorer hat on his head and walked into the room, with excitement on his face: "Hiles, regarding the ancient dream belief mentioned last time, I finally found the ancient book recording it!
He carefully took out something from his bag, something wrapped in soft cowhide with runes painted on it.
After opening the soft cowhide bundle, a book with a dark green cover that seemed to be contaminated with various kinds of dirt, parasitic marine organisms such as barnacles and corals, and a completely rusted black door bolt and large lock was revealed.
Even though he traveled through the years, even though he was only watching through memory, Sean still felt a strong, seemingly instinctive disgust and disgust after reading the book...
"That book has a strange power..." As he recalled, Sean walked towards the empty bookshelf. "It seems to be tempting us to practice the knowledge recorded in it."
Teacher Milton's face flashed before his eyes again, and he was muttering something: "This book should also be placed on that bookshelf..."
"That bookshelf..." Sean frowned, "That bookshelf?"
He searched for the memory that he didn't know belonged to, and raised his head slightly: "I understand."
The scene in my memory jumped. At this moment, I was standing alone in this room where the subsidence incident had not yet occurred.
With his hands hanging down, he walked aimlessly in the room. He didn't have the slightest idea of what he was looking for, he just walked with his mind empty.
Maintaining this state, he walked to the empty bookshelf. Like an illusion caused by the refraction of light, he suddenly saw the dark green book on the bookshelf with his peripheral vision.
Memories that didn't belong to Sean continued to play. He opened the dark green bookshelf and started reading greedily.
He found an evil rune in the book. He used the blood of a certain animal to draw the asymmetrical symbol that made people instinctively disgusted all over the basement...
Then, late one night, as a student of Milton, I began to recite the evil prayers recorded in the book...
The drainage channel above the basement made a rushing sound - outside the library, it rained like a pouring ocean...
"O ancient god who comes from among the stars and controls dreams, this era calls for your arrival!"
The memories came to an abrupt end at the craziest moment. Sean let his thoughts return to the present and dragged his heavy body forward.
When he first searched the room, Sean discovered a mercury mirror mounted on the wall in the middle of the room.
What he is going to do next does not need to use a mirror: "However, it will be better if there is a mirror, which can ensure success in the first time..."
For some reason, a part of him resisted going to the mirror.
However, Sean's soul is the richest in wine, and cannot be compared to ordinary Jack-level explorers. Even in this case, he still occupies the main consciousness and can act amid contradictions.
"Let's look in the mirror..." Sean walked to the full-length mirror with a lantern and squinted at himself in the mirror with the light.
In the mottled mirror, he saw a gray figure clinging to him behind him.
The gray figure covered his face with a book, and part of it had even merged into the back of Sean's head and back.
The "Crying Student" seemed very dissatisfied. His head tilted out from behind the book, and the bloody hole piercing the back of his head was staring directly at Sean.
"We seem to have dropped something..." Sean smiled slightly evilly.
The crying student heard the sound of something falling to the ground. He looked down and saw a spherical object with silver relief. Something seemed to have been removed from the top of the spherical object, and it was smoking.
"You idiot, you're still staring."
The holy light bomb with the lead pulled out exploded, and it felt like the light of creation suddenly appeared in the senses of the crying students.
The whole body was directly burned by the holy light. The crying student who originally planned to merge his soul suddenly broke away from Sean and merged into the wall with a scream...
Sean patted off the hem of his coat that had burned because he was too close to the Holy Light Bomb, and shook his head: "I always go to see things I shouldn't see, either cult books or Holy Light Bombs... What a fool."
Sean straightened up, with a calm light in his eyes: "If I hadn't realized the problem, I wouldn't have been able to get out of the fusion.
“The reason why I can find problems is that I value experience more.
“Even when values and personalities are distorted by fusion, I still firmly believe that the light of the lantern in Pompeii’s hand has the effect of dispelling evil and irrational things.
“With this standard, I can realize that black becomes white and white becomes black after being fused.
"The function of the lantern has not changed, but I feel disgusted when I see the light of the lantern. Then I should realize that I have been changed.
"When such thoughts appear, it is the gap where self-awareness awakens, and you can realize that you are being integrated.
“Sometimes, stubbornness is also a virtue and ability…
"So, after viewing the key memory, I was still able to take control, allow myself to look in the mirror, and allow my consciousness to become strongly resistant to the plot of the crying student, so that I could exorcise it from myself...
"It was dangerous just now, but it also allowed me to use the memory of the crying student to learn the secret of this room...
"I'm such a..." Sean shook his head, suppressing his complacency and not saying the last two words.
Emulating the feeling in his memory, Sean dropped his hands and wandered around the room aimlessly.
At first, this was difficult.
Just like asking a person not to imagine a white elephant, then the white elephant will naturally appear in that person's mind.
The more you try not to think about something, the more that thing will pop up in your mind.
But Sean, who is used to meditating, has his own way - to divert his attention.
He no longer thought about looking for books, but began to think about finding clues and about the Ring of Judas...
When he temporarily forgot his purpose, he happened to walk to the bookshelf. Under the light of the lantern, he saw that the books on the bookshelf, like an illusion caused by the refraction of light, all appeared after changing the angle...
Sean crossed his chest and faced the bookshelf where the hidden books had appeared: "No wonder the explorers who searched the old site couldn't find all the books in this room.
"Their purpose of entering this room was to search for books, so they were blinded by this. Even with various powerful search methods, they could not find these books!
“Only by eliminating obsession can we gain true knowledge…
"The sages of the reading club probably wanted to use this similar ritual to test the consciousness of the members - if I still can't understand the secrets and find the books, I'm afraid the door to the candlelight reading club will be closed...
"However, I actually met a crying student during the process, which allowed me to directly learn the secret through memory. This is a bit of a trick."
Sean shrugged indifferently: "Even without the encounter just now, I can still rely on my own understanding to find these books, so this is not a trick."
With this in mind, he naturally began to look at and feel the books on the shelves.
Of course he wouldn't touch it - he knew Milton's standards for collecting books back then.
There is definitely something quite dangerous about these books that are collected by the "invisible" bookshelves...
Sean discovered that the dark green book did not appear on the bookshelf: "Milton's student assistant used that book to perform a ritual to summon the evil god. After things worsened, he did not put the book back on the bookshelf, so The explorers who searched later took the book away..."
There are still seven books on the bookshelf at the moment.
Sean glanced over and saw an amber cat's eye stone inlaid on one of the books.
Just when he took a closer look, the vertical pupils of the cat's eye suddenly turned and met his own gaze!
In an instant, Sean heard the sound of wind and sand blowing by. In an unknown place that seemed to have been entangled in sand and dust for thousands of years, he heard a distant sound of singing and praying. Among the sand and dust, Sean saw Several spiers, like giant rocks revealed at low tide, slowly rise in the desert in the distance...
Sean shook his head to get rid of the influence of the ancient book on him.
His eyes fell on the next book. A sound similar to the chirping of cicadas sounded in Sean's ears, but more continuous. In the sight, there seemed to be many black, unknown, and pulsating things clinging to the areas not illuminated by light.
Those things exude an ancient, vibrant smell that seems to come from the depths of the jungle. In the constant pulsation, they seem to be getting bigger and bigger, multiplying while eroding the walls and bookshelves...
Sean had no doubt that if he continued to focus on the spine of the book, then these black things would really jump from hallucinations into reality and begin to multiply infinitely in this room, so he withdrew his gaze.
Slightly out of breath, Sean gently inhaled a little smelling salt to keep his soul focused: "I didn't expect that just picking out books could be so dangerous..."
