It was really no coincidence that Chu Zihang was able to find this place.
On the one hand, it was because of his understanding of Executive Cassel, and on the other hand, it was because of his understanding of his father, Chu Tianjiao.
And the final reason is this bed.
It's really not very comfortable to lie down on.
Chu Tianjiao doesn't care about the quality of life, but no matter how much a person doesn't care about the quality of life, he should always have a comfortable bed.
Gu Bei and Chu Zihang moved the bedding and mattresses on the bed aside, and sure enough they revealed the tightly pieced secret door below.
The secret door was welded with iron sheets and an iron frame, and a heavy padlock was added.
Gu Bei stretched out his hand and grabbed the padlock, applying slight pressure, and the lock tongue popped open with a click.
Under the secret door is a steel pipe.
Gu Bei and Chu Zihang looked at each other and slid down one after the other.
The two entered a large space along the steel pipe.
This should be the third underground floor.
After his feet touched the ground, Gu Bei snapped his fingers.
The gleaming fire light lit up from between his fingers, and then quickly expanded, illuminating the entire room.
In fact, Gu Bei is still invisible, but he can observe the Dharma and can still see the room clearly even without lighting a lamp.
But Chu Zihang couldn't.
The physique of a mixed race requires basic laws. Even if you can see in the dark, you can only see a blurry mass.
When the firelight illuminated the entire room, both Gu Bei and Chu Zihang fell silent.
What appeared in front of the two people was a very stylish room.
There are stacks of vinyl records neatly placed on the table, all of which are jazz classics.
This thing looks inconspicuous, but there are not many of it left in the world.
Some versions are even more expensive.
He didn't know where Chu Tianjiao collected so many rare things. Gu Bei dared to say that just selling one of these things would be enough for Chu Zihang's grandson's wedding gift, let alone Chu Zihang's wedding gift.
As well as records and cigars.
All are made in Cuba, not a single brand-name product.
There were also a few cigars that looked well-made, but Gu Bei couldn't recognize the brand at all. Gu Bei boldly guessed that these were customized models - there is a private cigar customization factory in Cuba that makes unique cigars according to the customer's taste. This factory produces The cigars are of extremely high quality, the only drawback is that they are expensive.
But this is not a fault of the cigar, but of the buyer.
Also, because it is extremely difficult to customize cigars, the cigars produced at the factory are extremely rare.
It is precisely because of this that this cigar is extremely popular, especially among wealthy people. It has become synonymous with low-key luxury and connotation.
Whiskey is a must-have when it comes to cigars.
Both are the strongest island whiskeys.
However, because it had been left for too long, the wine had evaporated a lot, and the smell of alcohol filled the air, filling the whole room with an intoxicating aroma.
There is also Chu Tianjiao's collection - a bunch of cameras.
Sony Leica Hasselblad, Canon Nikon Fuji.
It can be said that it has everything.
There's even Oribas and Xianle.
To be honest, if this Xianle is real, then this thing is probably older than Chu Tianjiao himself.
In addition to the above-mentioned items that are quite modest, there are also some fitness equipment piled in pieces in the corner.
These things are all placed around the large bed in the center of the room, which is also covered with soft Australian sheepskin.
It can be seen that Chu Tianjiao is a person who enjoys things very much.
This small building was supposed to have a three-story basement, but for some unknown reason, the third underground floor was abandoned, and the construction team did not build a passage to the third underground floor.
Chu Tianjiao probably also discovered this, so he simply cut through the floor and built it into his own underground villa.
Not to mention, it’s quite interesting to take a closer look.
When Gu Bei saw it, he wanted to buy one of the same style.
Of course, this is not the most important thing.
What's more important is the big net on the ceiling. Gu Bei and Chu Zihang can see it clearly just by raising their heads.
Those are red threads, countless red threads.
They crisscrossed each other and formed a huge network.
The red thread is covered with photos, news clippings or handwritten pieces of paper, each piece of paper represents an event.
[June 30, 1908, Tunguska Incident. 】
[August 30, 1900, Summer Mourning Incident. 】
[On December 25, 1991, the night of the disintegration of the Red Alliance, a violent explosion occurred in the frozen tundra zone north of Verkhoyansk in the Arctic Circle. 】
[November 7, 2002, Greenland ice incident. 】
In the past two hundred years, various major events related to the Dragon Clan have been hung in the air.
Some have solid records, some have hearsay, and some are the first time even Gu Bei and Chu Zihang have heard of them.
Various related events are connected by red lines, and sometimes two or three clues intersect to lead to new events.
Some events seem completely unrelated to other events, hanging by a single red thread.
One by one, the red threads slowly formed an intricate network. Finally, all the red threads merged into a thick bundle and were tied to the concrete wall, with an ancient name written in ink next to it——
——Nidhogg.
Nidhogg.
Black King, the ancestor of dragons.
The black dragon symbolizes despair and destruction.
The King of Doom.
He has died, but He will return.
This is an oracle and destiny.
And these red lines are the embodiment of "destiny".
Chu Tianjiao chased his destiny all the way, grabbing the king's tail, and came to this city.
He has never been an ordinary person, even as a mixed race, he is not ordinary.
He is a watchman.
A lonely man watching the end.
Gu Bei stared at the large spider web in front of him. Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and he activated his observation method with all his strength.
So from a perspective that ordinary people couldn't see, a picture slowly unfolded in front of Gu Bei.
He saw a man.
Yes, a man, a muscular man.
He had oily hair, wore a T-shirt that outlined his muscle lines, and walked around this space with a cigar in his mouth and whiskey in his hand.
He was leaning against the sink, developing photos, while Elvis Presley's 1956 song "Heartbreak Hotel" played on the subwoofer.
He was humming as he worked and seemed to be in a happy mood.
On the workbench next to it lay a Beretta disassembled into parts, as well as several bullets, with cross flowers hand-engraved on the warheads.
This kind of bullet is extremely powerful. If it hits the target, it will explode immediately, causing secondary damage.
Gu Bei watched the man walking, sitting, and lying in the room, eating braised intestines, and occasionally there was a trace of imperceptible longing in his eyes.
Who is he missing?
Gu Bei probably guessed it.
In this world, except for that stupid and innocent woman, and the cold, hard, stone-like boy in front of him, there was no one worthy of his longing.
But these people are not with him.
Or maybe he couldn't stay with them.
Because he was born to lick blood with a knife, and it was dragon blood.
His blood smelled of knife rust and death.
So he could only leave them and stand in the shadows and watch - just as he watched fate.
This is so, so lonely.
suddenly
On the ground, Gu Bei saw the man turn his head, and his golden pupils met Gu Bei's "eyes"!
It's not Gu Bei's physical eyes that haven't recovered yet, but Gu Bei's eyes that are using the method of observation from God's perspective.
This shadow from the past actually noticed Gu Bei's observation and found his location.
Gu Bei's "eyes" looked into those golden pupils.
In just an instant, the raging loneliness engulfed Gu Bei completely.
He suddenly remembered a line from a movie he once watched: "There is no lonelier person in the world than a samurai, except maybe the tiger in the jungle."
Chu Tianjiao is a fierce tiger.
And he is not a tiger in the jungle.
He dressed himself up as harmless and hid among the docile sheep.
There is no one like him here.
Gu Bei felt like he had become Chu Tianjiao, lying on the soft sheepskin, enjoying the long and eternal loneliness.
It goes on like this until the end of time.
It seems pretty good... No!
Gu Bei suddenly came to his senses and decisively stopped the movement of observing the Dharma.
His field of vision suddenly dimmed, and Gu Bei swayed, leaving only the dim light of fire in front of him.
Chu Zihang noticed something was wrong with Gu Bei's state, so he came up and asked, "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing." Gu Bei waved his hand, feeling lingering fear.
He was almost dragged "to the past" just now!
This is a side effect of meditation - immersion.
Observation is probably the most dangerous magic that Gu Bei has mastered since he started practicing.
Even the magic spells that can make people go crazy are much less dangerous than the magic of observation.
The focus of Qi Men's practice lies in quiet skills.
If you don't practice Jing Gong enough, you will be trapped in the inner scene.
The focus of meditation practice is concentration.
If you do not practice enough concentration and knowledge, you will lose yourself in observing the Dharma.
The so-called definite knowledge means to fix the cognition.
By observing the Dharma, one can see the past and present of heaven and earth, and gain insight into all things in the world. However, such a powerful method naturally has some unavoidable side effects.
The observation method can interfere with the user's cognition during use, causing the user to have empathy, and then become immersed in "observation" and never be able to break away.
Side effects similar to those of Qi Men Shu.
The difference is that if Qimen Jing Gong fails to practice well and is trapped in the inner scene, the most likely is to go crazy; while Kuanfa knows that if it fails to practice well, there is a high probability that it will just cause hiccups.
Just like the situation just now.
What Gu Bei was looking at just now was the past of this room.
From an effect point of view, this is an ability similar to profiling, but in fact, the information obtained from observation is much more than profiling.
In contrast, profiling can portray Chu Tianjiao's character through the details in the room, while viewing can directly go back to the past, and you can even directly see what Chu Tianjiao had for dinner at that time.
Gu Bei was trying to understand what Chu Tianjiao had done in this room by seeing the past scenes.
But he didn't expect that Chu Tianjiao's "past" would be discovered by him just watching from the side.
It is not a development in the true sense, but a possible situation that exists in the deduction of Dharma.
In that situation, if Gu Bei couldn't break free in time, he would most likely have to stay here to accompany Chu Tianjiao in his "past".
Fortunately, he has Qimen cultivation base.
The innate premonition of danger issued a warning almost as soon as Gu Bei was immersed in it. His spiritual sense stung Gu Bei's brain, allowing him to escape smoothly.
However, what is gratifying is that although immersing yourself in this situation is extremely risky, you can often get some details that are usually not noticed.
"Brother, look at the words Nidhogg. Are there any other traces next to them?" Gu Bei stopped observing the method. He couldn't see it for the time being, so he could only
Direct Chu Zihang to go see it.
When Chu Zihang heard Gu Bei's words, he turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone and leaned over the concrete wall to take a look. Sure enough, he found an imperceptible scratch underneath the Nibelung.
This place looks like something was written down before and then crossed out.
and……
"Why is it so new?"
Chu Zihang reached out and touched the scratch. This area showed a different color from the surrounding area. It was obvious that it was destroyed later.
Gu Bei smacked his lips: "It seems that someone has been here before us."
He reactivated his observation method to gain a field of vision, and then walked to Chu Zihang's side.
"Are you really okay?" Chu Zihang was a little worried.
Gu Bei nodded: "Don't worry."
Using the light of Chu Zihang's flashlight, he stretched out his hand and touched the scratch.
He gently rubbed the scratches, and his observation method started to work again.
On the system interface, the proficiency in observing the method is improving rapidly.
But now Gu Bei has no intention of paying attention to this at all. All his attention is focused on this small smear in front of him.
His consciousness was sucked in by this scratch and passed through the river of time.
He saw a person, a person whose appearance was unclear.
The only thing Gu Bei was sure of was that this person was definitely not Chu Tianjiao.
who is he?
Why did he appear in Chu Tianjiao's room?
What is he doing here?
Gu Bei's thoughts turned over and over again, but the man remained as motionless as a statue.
He just sat beside the dusty bed, holding a silver-white dagger in his hand.
I don’t know how long it took, but the man finally moved.
He stood up from the bed and walked to the wall with the dagger.
Looking over the man's shoulder, Gu Bei clearly saw a line of small words below Nidhogg.
Odin.
For a moment, Gu Bei felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
But it's not over yet.
The moment Gu Bei saw the words clearly, he suddenly felt that his perspective had changed.
His perspective changed from the man to the man opposite.
Before Hubei could react, the man raised the dagger in his hand high and then chopped it down hard.
There was a sound of gold and iron hitting each other, and the words on the wall were cut off!
But Gu Bei felt as if the knife had hit his eyes directly, and he couldn't help but let out a cry of pain: "Ah!"
"Gu Bei!"
Chu Zihang hurriedly took two steps forward and supported the shaky Gu Bei. Then he was surprised to find that there was a thin line of blood running through Gu Bei's eyes from left to right!
