"Arthur, I'll fuck you X! I'll fuck you..."
Even from a considerable distance, Arthur could still hear the foul language uttered by the leader of the gold stealing group.
It seems that the undead gunman who paid back Barbarossa's huge sum of money is now in big trouble.
it's time.
Arthur closed his eyes and used the experience gained in tranquility to imagine that his soul had become thin and transparent.
If anyone is watching at this time, they will find that Arthur's body has really become transparent, as if it has dissolved into mist.
Changing the nature of the soul to a certain extent, and then affecting one's body, is one of the abilities of the "enlightened person".
When he opened his eyes, Arthur felt his body become lighter. He moved forward silently and slowly. He jumped into the swamp river and fell as fast as a feather. The toes of this phantom touched the river water, causing a little wrinkle in the thick green soup, and then his body floated upward again. He just floated across the river step by step and stood on the island.
There was a noise not far away. There was the sound of revolvers, the crack of spears, Wood's curses, and some kind of strange movement—a sticky thump, like a ton of jelly hitting the mud. Unpleasant.
So far so good. The river guard was at his wits end, and he was getting closer and closer to the notebook...
Standing under the tree and looking up, the sight in front of him made Arthur's pupils suddenly shrink.
From a distance, you can see that the bare trees are full of birds. Looking at it now, the birds on the branches are not chirping at all, and they are all staring down at Arthur.
Colors like confetti, made of thin spiritual light... Standing on the trees are mourning birds.
For a moment, Arthur couldn't even count how many there were.
"What is this...?" After the death of Queen and above explorers, the playing cards will turn into sad birds and try to bring the death news back to the association. However, due to the complexity of the environment, they often fail to do so. But why did they stop here?
Upon closer inspection, I discovered that the birds were covered with some kind of green slime mold. The slime mold was wrapped around the branches, binding them tightly - the messenger of mourning was imprisoned here. R'lyeh's guards seemed not to allow them to leave.
The fishy wind blew, and the corpse hanging in the air rotated gently. Some have decayed into skeletons, and some have old masks looking down at themselves with the mourning birds above their heads. The broken rope was like a hand reaching down, reaching towards the rotting corpses piled on the ground.
This is a forbidden place for humans, put away your curiosity, otherwise you will be greeted by death without any news - the tragic appearance of this tree seems to be warning the explorers.
Looking at the silent masks, Arthur felt his blood surge for a moment. However, he did not forget his purpose, and his ethereal soul floated up, searching among the countless victims...
Soon, he saw the mask: the long hair was covered with mold due to moisture, like an unkempt old man.
The cowhide bag is still hanging there. Arthur suppressed his excitement, opened the bag and took out the notebook.
Got it. Arthur held tightly to the moldy cover. A heart-pounding carnival.
Putting the notebook away properly, he stared at the corpse.
The one in front of me is Clark Stella...
With a slight movement in his heart, Arthur reached out and held the mask Enkidu and managed to take it off.
Under the mask was a skeleton with shriveled skin and flesh. In the sunken eye sockets, a pair of cloudy eyes were looking at him.
Finally, someone got it. Everything is not in vain...
It seemed that he had finally witnessed the inheritance being found, and the remaining glimmer in his eyes finally went out.
Arthur felt unspeakably calm. He sighed slightly: Rest in peace.
The spiritual essence became a sharp edge and cut off the rope. The traveler who had been suspended for nearly thirty years finally returned to the earth.
Arthur noticed that Wood and his party had been solved by the guard. Next, it will definitely notice something strange happening on the side of the tree... it must leave.
Under the tree, the detective looked up again. Masks and mourning birds were still looking at him, as if expecting him to do something.
...I've got the notebook, no more time to waste!
Arthur stepped on the water and walked away, never looking back.
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The story seems to end here.
In front of Sean and others, a bonfire was burning.
No one blamed Arthur for not trying to rescue the trapped mourning birds. After all, he had fulfilled Stella's last wish, and if he stayed there any longer, he would probably see the situation deteriorate.
What should never be forgotten is that they are in R'lyeh at the moment. Any wrong move may lead to catastrophe.
Everyone knew that Arthur acted wisely. But at this moment, everyone feels unhappy.
After all, it's heartbreaking to think that so many deaths and last words are imprisoned there.
Those are the explorers of apoptosis here. If those sad birds could return, I don’t know how many missing cases would be solved, and how many hearts that had been hanging for many years would be settled...
"At least, we should be able to leave safely." Musicians will always try to save any kind of atmosphere, and Moonlight wants to turn over this one.
"No." Sean looked at Arthur, "You haven't finished speaking yet."
"What's wrong?" Arthur smiled and looked at Sean, as if he was looking at himself who was ten years younger.
Sean pointed to the back of Arthur's hand: "You had already fired a shot before targeting Isotoya with blasphemy."
"So, you should never hide anything from the enlightened, right?" Arthur smiled, "Well, although I don't want to admit it, the story does not end that simply...
"I have to admit I made a mistake."
"What is wrong?"
"I thought everything was too simple - just imagine, if the notebook can be stolen just by making random moves, why has this task been suspended for decades?"
Everyone was silent.
"The thing in the swamp river is not that simple - rather than saying that it is a dweller in the river, it is better to think of it as the will of the swamp. It is not an object swimming and patrolling in the river, its consciousness is actually throughout the entire swamp river. It can be transmitted to any place at any time, and then condense into its own body in time...
"This kind of reaction speed is enough to serve as a guard surrounding R'lyeh, right?
"Anyway, my speed was fast enough. But after wiping out the gold-stealing group, it still chased after me at an unimaginable speed.
"I didn't know who it was until I saw it with my own eyes..."
Arthur emptied the bottle of rum and took a long breath: "It was mentioned in the early investigation report that Kluwetan, who was once imprisoned at the bottom of the sea, created two servants in the sea—— Dagon and Hydra.
"I didn't expect that the guy in the swamp river was actually..."
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As soon as he landed on the shore, Arthur turned his head and saw a hill rising from the swamp in the distance.
He heard the chest-squeezing sound from before. There was a rumble and vibration, as if there was a landslide under the water.
The detective left the scene as quickly as possible. With his remaining spiritual vision, he saw a huge skull emerging from the turbid water. The body under the skull gushes out like a mixture of mud and green jelly...
Hydrar escaped from the swamp river, roaring astonishingly, and vowed to make one more soul in the tree that would never return.
