Sean glanced at Moonlight: "There's something wrong with you."
Then he turned and walked towards the desk, without asking Olivia to change back into the more elegant high-necked dress.
Moonlight shook her head: "Sean, don't you have any aesthetic pursuits?
"Olivia has to wear clothes anyway, why not make her dress more pleasing to the eye?"
Olivia stood next to Sean, her hands still folded in front of her body, just holding down the slightly puffed long skirt and white apron, looking cute and cute.
Sean motioned to Moonlight to sit down together: "Okay, I agree with you. But Olivia can't wear this when going out, it's too conspicuous... Olivia, give Moonlight a cup of coffee, with sugar and milk."
"Okay." The girl turned around and walked towards the kitchen respectfully. Her demeanor surprisingly matched her outfit at this time.
"Pretty..." Moonlight looked at Olivia's back with a smile. It seemed that some strange idea suddenly occurred to him, and he looked sideways at the ceiling in trance...
"Want to buy a set for Winnie too?"
Seemingly being hit by Sean's words, Yueguang's face turned red and she quickly changed the subject: "Is there any news from Daisy?"
Sean shook his head: "Not yet." He put down the coffee he took a sip of. "When there is news over there, it might be time to have a head-on conflict with Kennedy."
Moonlight's face became serious: "That's true."
"There is no need to investigate what their purpose is. We only need to pay attention to the phenomenon and be one step ahead." Sean looked out the window and slowly said, "As long as we stay near their prey, we will definitely be able to sneak up on them. …At that time, it will inevitably be a fierce battle.”
Olivia came over with a plate and placed the coffee gently in front of the moonlight.
After Yueguang gave a slight thanks, he continued the discussion with Sean: "What do you think about their strength?"
Sean's cheeks bulged slightly, and he expressed his judgment: "Based on the previous information, it can be known that Kennedy should be an opponent who can compete with the Ace level...
"In addition, he should have two helpers, both of whom are around King level in strength."
Yueguang nodded with a solid face: "It's similar to what I think - it's an opponent we can't defeat head-on."
Sean stood up and walked to the window: "That's true. So there is an unavoidable issue before us..."
He turned around and faced the moonlight: "Two Jacks, how to defeat an Ace and a pair of Kings."
Moonlight was silent for a long time before realizing that what Sean just said was not a question, but a statement.
He has made up his mind to win this impossible battle.
Next, Sean informed Moonlight of his preliminary idea.
Originally, when Sean proposed the "impossible problem", Moonlight did not see any chance of victory in the upcoming battle.
However, as Sean expressed his ideas and plans, Moonlight gradually sat up straight.
When Sean finished speaking, the pianist put his clenched fist in front of his mouth, with a slightly incredulous expression on his face, and expressed his judgment: "This way... maybe we can win!"
Sean leaned on the sofa and crossed his fingers: "Next, while waiting, what we have to do is very simple."
It was approaching dusk, and Olivia began to be busy in the kitchen.
Sean took out the ancient clay pot from the closet drawer...
"Is this the ancient book you mentioned?" Moonlight looked curiously at the faded oil paint on the pottery pot.
Sean nodded, thinking of the old book cemetery, Duke, the epiphany scholar, old man Pompeii...
"It's not easy to get it..." With this thought, Sean gently rubbed the rough surface of the vase-shaped clay pot.
He walked to the window and opened the curtains.
At this time, the sun outside the window was setting, giving the park opposite the window a lonely color.
Pompeii warned before that if you want to read this book, you need the help of the setting sun.
Sean solemnly placed the "Scroll of Return" on the windowsill, letting it soak in the afterglow of the setting sun.
"I don't know what will happen later, you'd better stand a little further away." Sean turned his head and warned, "If something bad happens, or there are signs of getting out of control, you can take any action."
Moonlight nodded and stepped aside with a serious face.
As the sun sets in the west, in Sean's field of vision, the setting sun gradually sets behind the clay pot. The light melts its edge and outlines an approximately elliptical silhouette.
A strange scene appeared in front of Sean's eyes.
Birds flew across the sky under the setting sun, and the stratus clouds were mottled on the dusk skyline. Far behind the stratus clouds, on the almost inaccessible horizon, stood a figure that covered half of the sky.
The figure standing upright stretched his arms forward and opened his hands to form two avenues. The avenue on the right is full of vitality, as if giving life to the whole world; the avenue on the left absorbs the vitality once given and returns it to the master of heaven and earth...
"Genor of Creation..." Sean looked at the image of the old master outside the skyline with some obsession. "He is in charge of the rotation and distribution of life, as well as the connection between all things...
"It is the origin and prototype of all creation gods today..."
The moonlight on one side revealed Sean's obsession and desire for knowledge in his eyes.
And that clay pot was exuding two completely opposite auras.
On one side is the growing, crying, strong, greedy and selfish meaning - after the birth of life, the self is constantly entangled, expanded, exploited and rejected, and the self-righteous desire seems to want to devour everything...
On the other side is endless depression and decay. The premonition of destruction, the inevitability of return, and the ending that makes countless selves feel sad. The loss of life and the darkness of heat death... seem to symbolize the disorder of the universe and the end of everything that will eventually return to nothingness...
A birth with no beginning, a journey full of difficulties, and then a destined ending, a journey back to nothingness...
That clay pot evokes the ecstasy of new life and the despair of disappearance. Two completely different feelings repeatedly torture those who stare at it, and a strong fear of disappearing because of what they once had emerges in their hearts.
If there is death, why live? Since you are alive, why should you die?
What is the meaning of life? Where will you go after death?
Do all things exist individually, or do they belong to the same whole?
Will the spirit ring last forever?
What is the universe saying?
Countless thoughts pointing to the ultimate are constantly questioning Moonlight·1902 at this moment.
"If it were me..." Moonlight forced herself to turn away, staring at something that was about to drive her crazy, "If it were me, I would definitely not choose to open this book..."
