Jaro Wojciek, the warden who has worked diligently at the Prague Museum for twenty-two years, finally returned to his post today after a week of psychological counseling and exorcism.
A week ago, this brave man experienced an unbearable night...
The black and white hat, the arthropods kicking around under the hat, the black and white weirdo grinning at him under the bull's-eye light...
These damn memories kept him awake at night. Fortunately, after hypnotherapy and exorcism, he was finally able to face the experience of that night: it was a ridiculous hallucination caused by years of accumulated work pressure.
Everyone is vulnerable sometimes. Yaro sighed sadly, feeling a little sorry for himself. It seems it's time to consider retirement. He walked melancholy in the deserted hall during lunch break. Then, a burst of golden light flashed in front of him. A group of masked people led a woman with blue fire all over her body, and a pale face and a foul smell. The man suddenly appeared in front of him.
And that pale guy was obviously the weirdo who smiled strangely at him that night.
Seeing this scene, Yaro blinked, then turned around suddenly, shook his head and said loudly: "Yaro, Yaro, I'm just saying that I'm still too anxious to go to work today!
"Did you see hallucinations again?" He laughed and shook his head, striding outside. "You still have to rest for a few days! Well! You still have to rest for a few days!"
His legs were a little weak and he felt dizzy. He ignored all the noises coming from behind and walked quickly while holding on to the wall - it was time to get off work!
Although it is not difficult for Sean to use the divine power he possesses to travel through New Testament City, in other places, it is difficult to achieve thousands of kilometers of travel. It requires an amazing amount of spiritual power, let alone transfer. Such a large number of people. Therefore, he could only use the last touchstone.
According to Arthur's previous description, Sean quickly found the fatal fake in the alchemy exhibition hall...
Seeing Sean break the glass and about to take out the copper oil lamp, Moonlight, who knew the reason, looked confused: "Isn't this a fake? I don't understand..."
"Although the world is big, Schrödinger has to find a place to put the oil lamp. And the 'fake' displayed in a brazen name is not actually a fake - this is Schrödinger's strategy." Sean carefully held out the contaminated product. Patina Oil Lamp, "First of all, what Alicia and Wright got that night was actually the real thing, but Schrödinger set a trap inside.
"Then, after the trap was activated, everyone who knew the story would think that the tarnished copper oil lamp must be a fake. Because trapping with an authentic product is risky, not to mention that after the trap is completed, it turns out to be completely useless. The defense was on display!
"Everyone knows that Schrödinger and Daedalus were not fools, so what is on display cannot be genuine. It will be excluded from any hypothesis."
Moonlight's face showed an expression of realization.
"This is the effect Schrödinger wanted to achieve. The magic lamp was 'hidden' in a flamboyant way, appearing in the most unlikely places."
Even in the world of logical deduction, which requires considerable mental effort, Sean's sixteen hypotheses do not include this.
Because a person who hides his true identity in a stinky brain and waits for failure will never dare to just throw the real thing in a museum display case.
If the player who is playing chess cannot see through Schrödinger's disguise of pretending to be a bad chess player, no matter how hard he tries, he will never think that he would place the magic lamp within easy reach of the enemy.
If it weren't for Sean, Alicia would have lost completely this time.
Of course, until confirmed, this is all just a hypothesis. And if you want to know whether you have seen through Schrödinger's scheme or whether you think highly of him, all you need to do is...
In the dimly lit exhibition hall, Sean closed his eyes, and a ray of spiritual essence was thrown in along the lamp mouth.
In the darkness, he heard a wave of applause. The applause continued, and Sean opened his eyes.
This is a black and white world, like walking into an old movie. In a spacious ballroom, guests in rich costumes were surrounding him and applauding. They all had the same curved smile on their faces, and their overly consistent enthusiasm seemed a bit rigid...
A man with dark hair and oily hair stood in front of him. He clapped his hands vigorously and seemed to have tears in his eyes.
"You got it right!" Ding Alai's voice sounded like a gramophone recording, "You defeated the Austrian!"
He is the djinn. I got it right. Sean exhaled.
The applause gradually went out as the lights, and the guests dispersed in the darkness. Ding Alai was still illuminated by the spotlight: "Is what is happening now real? Is it finally over? Can I leave?"
Sean realized that some legends were actually looking forward to their ending.
Everything that should happen should have happened long ago. Forcing someone to stay will only lead to one tragedy after another.
"Yeah, but there's one more step." Sean said, "I will return those sefirot, and then you can leave."
The last djinn's nose was slightly open, obviously unable to suppress his true feelings: "I have been away from home for more than a thousand years... What has become of my hometown for more than a thousand years?"
Before Sean could answer, he raised a hand, which was trembling slightly: "No, you don't have to tell me... I'll see with my own eyes!"
"I'm going home! I'm no longer the person in the story..."
Who would have thought that the real ending of the "Aladdin" story is not "living happily ever after". That smart and brave man has been trapped in a small space for thousands of years, serving an unknown term of imprisonment, waiting endlessly. How many desires are crazy...
Perhaps, the ending of fairy tales is not necessarily beautiful, and the story always ends abruptly at "live happily ever after" just to take care of the feelings of the people who read the story.
Fortunately, this story seems to have a satisfying ending.
"I am no longer a person in the story..." The man in the suit covered his face, and tears were shed on the black and white stage.
In an emotional moment of needing someone to return, Sean steps back from the magic lamp.
There are too many people coveting the Philosopher's Stone, and there are even more than one person - we can't wait any longer!
Sean placed the magic lamp on the ground, and Moonlight and Ivan helped Wright sit up.
Wright was still too weak to speak, staring directly at Sean with only one pair of eyes. There was so much emotion in those eyes, and so much gratitude.
The young ancient man, now surrounded by his father's utensils and portraits, seemed to have returned to yesterday. Soon he would no longer be his father's proud creation, no longer stranded on earth. Passing can be sweet.
The ritual of returning divine power is very simple. As long as basic guidance is carried out, the original thing will naturally flow into the low-lying area like water. After Sean used spiritual guidance, golden light lit up in the exhibition hall, and a bridge of dawn was built between Wright and the magic lamp.
With the return of the source of divine power, the world inside the magic lamp changed from black and white to color. The patina on the oil lamp gradually faded, revealing a warm golden color...
At the same time that the source material was returned, the voyage that had been shelved for too long began directly.
In front of Ding Alai, a road filled with wind and sand appeared, a road extending from the vast desert...
There were camels, business travelers, ascetic and devout people on that road, and there were also people who were forced to leave their homes.
After thousands of years, the wanderer finally embarked on his way home. Fortunately, even though time has changed the scenery along the way, the white clouds and blue sky along the way are still the same as they were thousands of years ago...
It's time to go home. He took off his fancy clothes and put on the mostly patched commoners back then. He turned into a gray figure and walked into the wind and sand...
In the brilliant dawn, the first to respond is still the most vigilant candle bearer.
The bronze-bone umbrella suddenly opened, and a wave of phantom green surged onto the surface of the umbrella, triggering a howl like phantom pain.
Sean and others turned around in horror.
They saw the endless rich dreamy green filling the empty exhibition hall. Two figures walked step by step from the green sea bottom. Behind the two figures, Kluwetan's giant head rose from the sea level...
The terrible trumpet sounds from everyone's dreams.
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