"Sorry, the house is a little messy."
Following little Schmidt, the four of them arrived at a narrow bedroom. The whole room was only a few square meters. The corners were filled with classical books, and the pages were scattered, making it difficult to get down. Sitting on the only bed was A woman with a demented expression, her eyes blank and lifeless, stared blankly at the sparrow sitting on the window sill, motionless.
"This is my mother." Little Schmidt picked up the pages scattered on the ground one by one and said to Ma Wei and others: "Her mental condition is not very good, but she is still quite quiet. I am feeding her. medicine."
As he spoke, little Schmidt picked up a bottle of Godfrey's liqueur on the desk, unscrewed the cap, handed it to the woman's mouth, and said softly: "Mom, take your medicine."
The woman opened her mouth in response, but her eyes were still staring at the sparrow sitting on the window sill. She had become accustomed to taking medicine.
"Wait a minute."
Mawei stopped little Schmidt, looked at the bottle in his hand, and asked, "Where did you buy this medicine?"
"It was recommended to me by a doctor from the Kingdom of Windsor. He said that this medicine can calm down the mood and make my mother calm down."
"Haha... medicinal wine made from pure opium, of course it has the effect of calming emotions." Ma Wei sneered: "You give your mother this kind of medicine?"
"Is there something wrong with this medicine?"
Ma Wei didn't know how to explain it to him, so he could only say: "In short, if you want your mother to live longer, stop giving her weird drugs. She is crazy, but as long as she is not injured, Human behavior eliminates the need for sedatives.”
Little Schmidt capped the bottle hesitantly. He still believed in professional doctors more, but Ma Wei's confident voice gave him a feeling that he could trust it.
"Boss..." Lai Wen came over with a book and motioned to Ma Wei to take a look.
"Studies of Ancient Writings" by Schmidt Shmakov.
Schmidt Shmakov?
Isn't this the missing professor?
He actually has such writings?
"Is this a book written by your father?"
Little Schmidt nodded, "Yes, my father specializes in the study of ancient characters. He has been engaged in research in this area since I can remember. He is the only one in the entire Ulan-Ude University who specializes in ancient characters. Research professor...why do you ask this?"
"Because your father's disappearance may be related to his profession."
Ma Wei stared at little Schmidt's eyes for a long time, and finally took out the rubbing paper of the disaster stele that he had always carried with him. This was brought by the letter. The real stele had been buried in his father's grave. , if his father's tomb is still intact, then the rubbing paper in Ma Wei's hand should be the only content of the disaster stele spread in the world.
"Can you decipher the writing on it?"
Hearing these words, the woman who was sitting on the bed watching the sparrows suddenly turned around and looked at Mawei in horror. Then, she screamed loudly and rushed up to block Little Schmidt with her body. Trembling.
"Mother? Mother, what's wrong with you?"
Little Schmidt was startled by the woman's sudden move. He hugged her quickly and asked repeatedly.
"He...he is the devil!" The woman pointed at Ma Wei and shouted: "You have captured my husband! Now you won't even let my son go?!"
"Mother? Was he the one who took my father away?"
"No...but he is the same as those people! He is here to take you away! Little Schmidt, run! Run as far as possible! Burn those books! Yes! The books must be burned!"
The woman's mental state fell into chaos again. She broke away from her son's arms, rushed to the desk, grabbed the kerosene lamp and threw it at the books piled in the corner. Fortunately, Laiwen had quick eyesight and quick hands, and caught the kerosene lamp without letting it go. The room caught fire.
"Run! Little Schmidt!" The woman pushed her son: "Don't come back! Never come back!"
Little Schmidt glanced at Mawei, but instead of running away, he asked, "Who are you? Where did my father go?"
"I don't know the whereabouts of your father. As for our identities, we have just said it." Ma Wei asked Daniel and Yunia to temporarily calm the woman who was in violent mood swings, and said to little Schmidt: "Now I It is certain that your father's disappearance must be related to his major... Is your father able to decipher ancient texts?"
"Yes." Little Schmidt nodded, not afraid of the woman's madness. He had been searching for his missing father for too long, and now that he had finally found a clue, how could he give up at the critical moment?
"Our family used to be managers of the Apocalypse Church's classics depository in Moscow, and they have a very deep understanding of various ancient texts. Twenty years ago, His Majesty Peter overthrew the rule of the Apocalypse Church, and all the classics were kept in one place. My unemployed father , he came to Ulan-Ude with his pregnant mother, and relied on his research on ancient characters to become a professor at Ulan-Ude University. He is the person who knows the most about ancient characters in the world, I am sure."
"Your family used to be followers of the Apocalypse Religion?"
"My father is, I'm not."
"Have you done any research on ancient writing?"
"I am my father's favorite student. I have studied ancient writing with him since I was a child."
Ma Wei nodded and said: "In that case, please help us decipher the contents of this paper."
Little Schmidt took the paper with the inscription on the disaster stele. After a brief silence, he put forward a condition: "I want to find my missing father, whether he is alive or dead. My mother said that you and the person who took my father away were We are all the same, so you must have a way to help me, right?"
"The person who took your father away back then was probably the God of Wisdom. The reason should be the same as the reason why we came here to visit you... Well, how about you unravel the content here and we can help you find your father?"
Little Schmidt's eyes gradually brightened up, different from the dull look before, like a traveler who saw the light of hope.
"good!"
"Little Schmidt! Why don't you run away!" The woman sitting on the bed who had just been quiet for a while shouted again.
"Mother..." Little Schmidt squatted in front of his mother and whispered: "It's okay. They have found me. I can't escape by running. Besides, I can't abandon you and escape alone..."
The woman stared, a few tears sliding down her cheeks, her expression ferocious and sad.
Little Schmidt sat at the table, lit the kerosene lamp, and began to observe the words on the paper. As he looked, he suddenly frowned, got up, went to the corner, and rummaged through the pile of books.
After a while, he returned to the table with several books in his arms and opened them skillfully. There were many marks on both sides of the pages. To Ma Wei and others, they looked like ghost drawings, but in the eyes of little Schmidt...
This is the key to unlocking the secret.
"Mr. Mavey, where did you see these words?" Little Schmidt suddenly asked.
"Any questions?"
"These texts are not standard ancient texts, but an encrypted language used by the Apocalypse Cult, specifically used to record some extremely important things."
Little Schmidt raised his head: "Strictly speaking, this encrypted language cannot be regarded as ancient writing, but a strange code. We should be the only ones in the Shmakov family who know the existence of the code arrangement."
"Can you really decipher what's on it?"
"Yes, although my grandfather did not leave behind the password arrangement, my father drew a similar system based on his childhood memories. He often took me to play word decryption games in the past, so this is not difficult."
As he spoke, little Schmidt took a quill and wrote quickly on a piece of white paper.
During his translation, Mawei did not relax his vigilance, letting Daniel stare at the stairs and Laiwen at the window, while he held Yunia's little hand to prevent anyone from disturbing the situation.
The more critical the moment, the less we can take it lightly.
Those who were following them might sneak up on little Schmidt while he was translating the content.
"ah!
! "
Suddenly, shrill screams came from the street. Ma Wei's eyelids jumped and he rushed to the window. He found several "Burning Men" appearing in the alley opposite. Their bodies were burning with black fire and they were twisting on the street. He ran, trying to extinguish the flames on his body but was unable to do so.
In less than half a minute, the black flames burned out their lives, their bodies turned into charcoal-like black, and they fell to the ground.
In the alley opposite, a silver-white human figure was slowly melting and escaping into the ground. With his arms crossed in front of him, he bowed deeply to the window where Ma Wei was standing to show respect.
"Boss..." Lai Wen swallowed.
"Yeah." Ma Wei nodded, his face a little gloomy.
other side……
Sure enough, they are still being followed.
The screams on the street did not interrupt little Schmidt's thinking. He was so focused that he ignored other noises.
About an hour later, the swishing sound of writing suddenly stopped, and his slightly arched back straightened. Little Schmidt picked up the paper full of words in front of him, carefully dried the ink on it, turned around, and solemnly said:
"Mr. Marvel, I'm untied."
