"If you continue to explore, you may face someone..."
"A rather horrific soul."
Carl Jung’s words still ring in my ears.
Sean had arrived at the New Testament Post Office at this time.
A dedicated transoceanic line service is provided here, and Sean can directly talk to detectives on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean.
Compared with mysterious means, the long-distance dialogue achieved by this kind of technology comes at a considerable price——
Newland and Leon tried four times and spent 12 years and hundreds of millions of dollars before they were able to successfully lay a telephone line thousands of miles long on the ocean floor.
However, once connected, the convenience of technology becomes apparent.
While waiting for the operator to connect, Sean couldn't help but think-
Science and technology pay the price first and then achieve convenience.
The mystery gives people convenience from the beginning...but the price of delayed payment is even more uncontrollable.
In this comparison, Sean feels that relying on the power of technology seems to be safer.
"Mr. Tesler once said something in Maze Island.
"The general idea is that he will no longer imitate the ancient precision alchemists and repeatedly search for ways to control mystery with reason...
"But change the direction and take a more difficult but more reasonable path——
"To summarize the laws of the objective world and no longer seek mysterious conveniences."
Sean pondered.
"Perhaps this is a more reasonable path?"
While thinking about it, the operator's voice came from the phone: "The dedicated line has been connected, and the call will start in five seconds."
Then, Sean heard Detective Solomon’s enthusiastic voice again on the receiver: “Oh, Sean, my old buddy!
"Everything all right?"
After exchanging pleasantries, Sean succinctly informed Solomon of the progress of the investigation, considering the high cost of the transoceanic line.
After listening carefully to Sean’s story, the distant detective said: “Well…so, everything that happened that night was not my dream—it was something that actually happened.
"I'm not the only one who has watched that weird drama, there are many more people who have watched it...
"And those who have seen it, because their soul concentration is not enough, under the influence of suggestion, part of the soul has been permanently plundered..."
His voice became obviously a little excited: "Sean, I really didn't expect that you could relieve my confusion in such a short time!"
"That drama is actually real, it's real!"
Apparently, he felt a sense of enlightenment after the mystery that had troubled the detective for several years was solved.
"Thank you, Sean!"
“You’re welcome, Baker.
"However, when we get to this point, the nature of the matter becomes very clear——
"About that weird theater, about "Blood Red Wedding"...
“There is evil at work in it.
"Next, it's time for me to fulfill my duties as an explorer."
"That's right, that's right!" Solomon's excitement was still there, and he spoke faster, "Oh, by the way, Sean, there is one more thing I have to tell you.
"During my trip back to Europe, I have been trying to recall the details of watching the drama, and wanted to dig into it to see if there is any information that can help you in your investigation.
"Unexpectedly, it really reminded me of something!"
"What is it?"
"That's right, Sean. When I'm watching a play, I occasionally pay attention to the reactions of other people in the audience.
“The other night, during a relatively unremarkable scene, I looked around.
"——I remember, I seemed to see a masked person sitting in the audience."
Sean frowned suspiciously: "A person wearing a mask?"
His suspicion was not because it felt unreasonable, but because there was nothing unusual about it.
Theater masks are a kind of symbol, and many performance enthusiasts may wear masks to watch plays.
“I know there will be some people watching the show who will be wearing masks.
“But I think it’s a little bit special for two reasons:
“Number one, no one was wearing a mask that day except for that person.
"Second... I might not have paid much attention to it when I was drunk that day, but now that I think about it, judging from the texture and design, it seems to be an explorer mask!"
Seeker mask? Sean narrowed his eyes.
Was he the explorer who went on a mission back then?
Or, is it the mastermind behind the scenes?
Sean knows that just like the "Bloody Lisa", there are many "fallen explorers" who use the mysterious power they control to do things that violate their oaths...
Out of some despicable psychology, they regularly wear masks.
"If you continue to explore, you may face someone..."
"A rather horrific soul."
Jung's words rang in my ears again.
Sean's intuition told him that the audience member wearing the mask of the Explorer might be closely related to this case.
"What kind of mask is that? Can you describe it?" Sean asked
"Sean, now, please have paper and pen ready."
Although he was a little confused, Sean took the pencil and scratch paper aside as Solomon said.
Before Sean could ask any questions, a strange vibrating sound came from the receiver of the phone.
Then, Sean felt this weak vibration, which was very similar to the "material" of the soul, causing his ectoplasm to vibrate at the same frequency.
Then, Sean held the pencil in his hand and began to draw on the paper unconsciously.
"This is..." Sean's eyes opened magically.
The weak spiritual vibrations passed from the misty Green to Sean through the cables laid at the bottom of the ocean.
The vibrations of spiritual power are naturally "decoded" by the soul and turned into Sean's movements.
Soon, a sketch of a mask with a clumsy appearance that was far from gorgeous appeared on the paper in front of Sean.
On the forehead of the mask, there is a relief of a drama, as if someone is imagining a drama.
Although it has a very obvious symbolism, Sean has never seen this mask in the "Questor's Manual".
"Customized mask?
"Or a rare mask?"
No matter which one it is, if Sean wants to know the name and meaning of the mask, he can only consult the "Seeker Mask Illustrated Book".
After the communication was completed, Sean hung up the phone.
When checking out at the counter next to him, this call, which took less than ten minutes, cost Sean a full ten New Zealand dollars.
"It's so expensive!" The New Testament reporter frowned in pain.
Thinking back to when I first came to the New Testament, it was definitely difficult for me to afford such a standard of expenses.
"It seems impossible to carry out an investigation without financial support."
For Sean, money is a very useful tool.
Holding the mask sketch in his hand, Sean had a direction for his investigation.
Walking to the street, he stopped a taxi and went straight to Silent Street where the Explorer Center is located...
