Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

"Do you really not want her to be a bad person?"

Benjamin leaned his head back on the sofa and stopped even looking at the rabbit.

Since taking Esther out of the communication room of Jacob's family, Benjamin has been avoiding eye contact with Esther. Esther can only guess what he is worried about.

Truths and lies are piled up layer by layer, covering up the weakness of the "thief" and the lurking hesitation and doubt underneath.

Benjamin didn't know what he was avoiding.

Rabbit bit his lip in silence, looking at Benjamin without speaking, and kept standing one step away from Benjamin.

Esther's expression was very indifferent, but there was no smile on her face, and her eyes seemed to be separated by a gauze curtain: "If you don't want to, it doesn't matter, it's not difficult for me."

Rabbit looked at her and his voice became smaller and smaller: "I know you don't actually want to do this. Although I don't understand what you said, at least I can see your mood..."

As the rabbit closed its mouth, the room became quiet, and the little light that Benjamin had previously emitted gradually faded away, and the living room, where the furniture was covered with white cloth, once again fell into darkness.

This did not hinder Esther's vision. She looked at Rabbit's hands tightly folded on the oil paper bag, but she didn't know what to say to comfort him.

This matter was doomed from the beginning. Her temporary kindness did not have corresponding good results.

There was a very slight "pop" sound, and the rabbit's tears fell on the oil paper bag. He was glad that the room was dark and Esther might not be able to see his embarrassing look.

However, Esther could see it clearly. The moment she moved, Benjamin's voice sounded in the darkness, coming from the unmoving position on the sofa: "Okay, I will steal your memory."

The rabbit took a few seconds to calm down his emotions and fear before whispering: "Thank you."

"Is this okay?" Esther took another step forward and approached the figure on the sofa.

Benjamin knew that she was not asking "whether it was appropriate for him to steal memories", but she was questioning Benjamin's purpose - why did he agree? It was obviously him who had verbally bullied Rabbit before, and he was also the one who was disgusted and hostile by Rabbit.

Benjamin was not sure, but he had his own plan, so after letting out a chuckle, he fell silent again.

Rabbit took one last look at Esther, but it was too dark in the room and he couldn't see anything. He could only picture the floating light and Esther's eyes in his mind.

When she occasionally looked at herself, it was as if she pitied a fish that couldn't fly into the sky and was spinning in a bucket.

Rabbit stretched out his hand in the direction of the figure, but before he could say anything, the darkness that shrouded his eyes extended into his consciousness, robbing him of his ability to think.

When he passed out, he felt someone rushing to support his fallen body.

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The boy opened his eyes drowsily from the bed. His bright brown hair hung in front of his eyes, casting shadows on his eyelashes, making his sleepy expression look more like gloom.

The dark sky light melted into the warm wind, filtered through the open window, and fell into this small room with mottled wallpaper, fluttering the thin translucent curtains.

The boy clenched his fists and rubbed his eyes. He didn't know why he was holding a handkerchief tightly in his hands. He moved his neck in a circle. He always felt that there were double images of things in front of his eyes, which was full of the unreal feeling of having a long dream.

But the moment I opened my eyes, I forgot what I had dreamed about.

It was familiar weather and air quality, but it was definitely not a familiar building. He was in a completely unfamiliar environment.

The boy suddenly realized this while staring at the mold spots in the corners of the wooden ceiling.

He woke up quickly, sat up from the bed, and looked around the room further.

He was wearing light and loose pajamas, and a pair of suspenders and a shirt that fit perfectly in his body were folded and placed beside the bed, with his familiar old hat on top.

The boy did not put on his clothes in a hurry. Instead, he clenched the handkerchief in his hand and subconsciously stuffed it into his pajamas, which made his pockets bulge.

Although it is not spacious, the furniture in this room is very complete:

The desk and wooden chair with papers, notebooks, and pen holders looked like things that had been carefully prepared. The tall wardrobe with double doors was enough to accommodate the two of them. The bookshelf with drawers was filled with books that the boy could not read. , but there are also illustrated picture books and the most basic vocabulary books that he can understand.

He didn't know much about literacy, but he knew the special nature of these things, as if someone had given them invisible expectations, which made his shoulders feel heavy.

There was a dial on the wall, and it was just six o'clock.

The boy carefully lay down on the ground, but there was nothing under the bed except two crates containing quilts. He glanced out the window. It was only the second floor. He could have climbed out of the window, jumped into the nearby bushes, and escaped from there without risking sprained feet.

Then the boy approached the closet, prepared an escape route through the window, and remained vigilant about seeing something scary, and suddenly opened it - there were only brand new clothes inside, and even a set of slender short-hem Luen formal clothes. , no one is hiding here, ready to attack the people in the house at any time.

Half of the clothes are longer and wider than the rabbit's current body shape, and they look like they will last a long time.

After checking these places where people might be hiding, the boy made sure that the door was always locked, and then he walked to the table, pulled out a chair and sat on it.

The tables and chairs were both too big for his body, but they left room for him to grow up. On the table were two special things in the room, an oil paper bag and an envelope made of newspapers.

After initially observing the surrounding environment, the boy first reached out to the thick stack of oil paper bags because he doubted whether he could understand the contents of the envelope.

He carefully opened a corner of the paper package and took a look inside.

Then the boy suddenly slapped his palm on the oil paper bag, his heart beating with ecstasy. There was a large stack of gold pounds inside. Just from the casual glance he just took, there were at least several hundred gold pounds. pound!

What followed was uneasiness. Why did he appear in this room and someone left so much money? Who is it?

The boy pushed the oil paper bag to the table, keeping it away from him, otherwise it would be difficult for him to think calmly about the current situation. Greed and doubt were spiraling together, and he began to doubt that he had not woken up from his dream.

How could anyone leave this to themselves? Maybe there will be some explanation in that envelope?

So the boy reached for the envelope and poured out its contents—a brass key and a handwritten letter with graffiti.

The boy unfolded the folded handwritten letter. The words on the back were regular and square, but he couldn't recognize a few words at all, so he turned the paper to the back and observed the simple but clearly shaped graffiti on it:

There is a rabbit with slightly twisted lines lying on an open book, a chef's hat, a clock dial showing nine o'clock and eight o'clock next to it, and a separately circled and ticked Holy Emblem of the Church of the Night.

Is this a public school for me to study hard and go to the Church of the Night? What does that chef hat mean...

The boy scratched the back of his head for a moment. It was still quite a while before nine o'clock, and he didn't know whether he should explore outside the door to find out where it was.

Just as the boy was hesitating, a chuckle suddenly came from the window, with an uncomfortable sense of contempt.

He turned around warily, but only saw a black-and-white magpie with long tail feathers. There were rings of white feathers around the magpie's eyes, as if it was wearing an eye patch, which was impressive.

The boy looked at the magpie for a moment. Just when he thought he heard wrongly, the magpie spoke: "Is there something in your pocket?"

The magpie spoke, but the boy felt wary and frightened far more than surprised, as if he had ever seen a magpie speak: "What are you? I have never seen a talking magpie."

"That's because you have little experience." The magpie chuckled again, making the boy convinced that it was the sound it made before.

The boy stood up from the chair and retreated to the closet to keep his distance from the window. He quickly considered the situation at hand and came up with a seemingly reasonable guess: "Is it you? Or did your owner bring me here?"

He looked around at the things in the room again: "What does that person want to do? Does it have anything to do with me?"

"Do you want to see for yourself? That's something you shouldn't remember." The magpie narrowed its eyes, and the boy always felt that its words contained evil intentions.

The boy was shaken, and he made a decision quickly: "I want to ask first what is written in this letter. Do you know how to read it?"

Magpie was silent for a while: "I can help you, but you have to accept those memories."

The boy became quiet, his hand pressing on the handkerchief, his eyes flickering.

So the magpie raised its head and said, "I won't waste time with you. It would be bad if she finds out."

A light flashed from his right eye, and the boy groaned and fell to the ground in pain.

The magpie looked at his reaction indifferently: "Your identity certificate is also in the pile of gold pounds. Okay, come forward now, I have something to give you."

The pain in Rabbit's mind gradually subsided, and a large amount of memories and "knowledge" were suddenly stuffed into him, which shocked his spirit. However, he resisted the pain and sat up from the ground holding his forehead.

Because now he knows who Magpie is, Rabbit doesn't want to show his vulnerability in front of Benjamin.

Benjamin didn't care, but spoke again: "Don't make me repeat myself, come here."

Rabbit held the handkerchief in his pocket and walked towards the window step by step.

The magpie flapped its wings twice in front of him, and a feather fell quietly. The tips and roots of the feathers were rich in ink, and when reflected, they glowed with the dark green of the bottom of the lake. The middle section was pure white with a curved outer edge, and the black and white There is no excess and clear boundaries.

"Take it and wear it the day your life is in danger."

Put it on? Isn't this a feather? Want to put it in your hair?

Before the rabbit could ask what was in his heart, the magpie had already shaken his head:

"If you want to use it to study or read, you can wear it on your left eye or put it in front of your left eye. It can help you understand some of the knowledge you don't understand, including the things I put into your head.

"But remember, only wear it on your right eye when you encounter a life-threatening situation and have no choice."

Then the magpie stepped on the window edge and flew into the sky without looking back.

"Wait! Did you break the agreement with her!? Why did you want to return the memory to me?"

The next second, its figure disappeared and the magpie left directly.

Rabbit's words were still half a beat too late, which puzzled the boy.

Could it be that you know I will definitely ask, so you are avoiding this question?

The rabbit leaned over and picked up the feather. The moment he pinched it, the feather squirmed, shrank, and changed its shape.

The result is a crystal-polished monocle.