Lord of the Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

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For a moment, Lumian suspected that he was hallucinating;

There was no such thing as a couple, and there was no attempt to blow out the candles!

If it weren't for the memory, it was still profound. If it wasn't for the danger of underground Trier, and a very clear understanding of it, Lumian would definitely look for problems within himself, instead of looking for the couple here who once existed. Mark of.

The guests who were behind the couple quickened their pace and caught up with the people in front, filling the sudden gap in the queue. They were not surprised, fearful, or confused. Everything was so normal.

Already being watched by countless invisible eyes, the tiny goosebumps on the surface of Lumian's body became more and more obvious.

He subconsciously looked at the crypt administrator Kendall, who was walking in front of the two policemen, to see how he would react to what just happened.

Kendall, who was wearing yellow trousers and a blue vest, held an extinguished carbide lamp in one hand and a quietly burning white candle in the other, and walked to the exit of the catacombs along the path he came from without looking back.

He seemed not to be aware of what was happening in the team next to him.

Suddenly he turned around and his eyes collided with Lumian's.

"What's matter?"

Kendall's slightly deep voice echoed in the passage with tomb chambers on both sides, and echoed in the hollow of the nearby skull.

Lumian saw no abnormality and replied calmly: "I'm afraid of getting lost."

Kendall nodded slightly, "Then I'll go slower."

He continued to walk towards the exit door, his pace slowed down a lot, slowly, swaying, and extremely silent, like a living corpse described in some horror movies.

Lumian held up a swaying white candle with a yellowish flame and passed the group of bridal party participants who were still laughing and deliberately looking at a certain white skull from time to time. One thought after another flashed through his mind: " They really didn't notice that there were no people missing. When they left the catacombs, would the family members of that man and woman find that their relatives were missing? I was thinking before that the catacombs are open to the public, and college students often come here. Is there really no problem in taking risks and dancing with bones? Even if the browser accepts the guidance of the tomb administrator, there will be people who ignore the warning, let alone enter the underground tomb with just a white candle. Young people, I originally thought there were safer protection measures, or the frequency of accidents was not high, and they could not scare those people, but now it seems that it is something else."

Lumian suspected that people who were [swallowed] by the underground tombs would not only disappear physically, but even the impressions of their existence in the minds of friends and relatives would be erased.

Why can I remember them, because Thermipolos is sealed in my body, and my destiny is connected to her to some extent. Why are the government and the two major churches still open to the public in such a dangerous place?

There needs to be a large number of living people in the catacombs, who come and go frequently to suppress something. Those who do not listen to the warning are regarded as necessary sacrifices.

The more Lumian thought about it, the more his hair stood on end. He forced himself not to analyze it in depth. He lacked enough information and could not analyze it in depth. Anyway, there was nothing worth exploring in the underground tombs.

This happens once in a while, as long as the rules are followed, there will be no problems. From the moment he entered the catacombs, the talkative policeman Robert fell silent and seemed not to adapt to the environment here.

He didn't speak, and there was no one to talk to.

In unspeakable silence, the group of four people returned to the natural doorway with exquisite reliefs and walked out.

As soon as he crossed that line, Lumian immediately felt that countless invisible gazes disappeared.

There was no longer any chill inside his body, and his skin quickly returned to normal.

"Huh." Robert let out a long breath.

"Every time I enter the catacombs, I feel uncomfortable all over. Kendall, how can you go in more than ten times a day and still be very happy?"

Kendall chuckled and said: "You think we are not affected? As long as there is no need to watch the night, those who have families will rush to find their wives, and those who don't have them will go to places like City Wall Street to warm themselves with other people's warmth. To be honest, in the When I stayed here, I felt like I was slowly turning into a corpse."

During the chat, Kendall lit the carbide lamp, extinguished the candle in his hand, and returned to the ground. Robert looked around and stopped at the market outside the entrance building.

The carriage from the District Police Headquarters smiled coquettishly at his colleagues and Lumian: "I've been feeling uncomfortable for a long time, and I want to pee. Wait for me, I'll go to the bathroom first."

After saying that, he walked towards the mud-gray two-story building where tickets to the catacombs were sold.

Lumian looked at the dome covered with stone carvings and reliefs, stood next to the pillar on the edge, and looked aimlessly at the pedestrians walking towards Purgatory Square.

The other policeman got on the carriage and sat waiting.

At this moment, Lumian suddenly felt a little chill. It was very similar to the feeling he had after entering the underground tomb, but not as strong. He turned around instinctively and saw the tomb administrator Kendall standing there. Behind him, he stared at himself expressionlessly.

"What's the matter?" Lumian asked calmly.

Kendall, who had a thick brown beard, asked in a deep voice: "What were you looking at just now?"

Lumian's heart sank slightly, and he asked half sincerely, half for show: "Which time are you referring to?"

"On the way back, when I passed by that group of people."

Kendall's tone was calm.

Lumian looked like he suddenly realized: "I am very interested in the wedding held among the dead. They seemed not afraid at all and had a lot of fun."

Kendall stared at him for two seconds and nodded: "Don't imitate them."

After saying that, the tomb administrator took the unlit carbide lamp and walked towards the mud-gray two-story building that belonged to them.

Not long after, policeman Robert came over on a small road, and the carriage returned to the Candide Market area.

Market District Police Headquarters, located in the [Relic Room] deep in the corridor on the first floor, Robert walked to the wooden frame divided into multiple grids, pointed at one of the grids and said: "Here, Flemish relics."

Stuffed there were a dark suitcase, pens, papers, ink bottles and several mostly closed books.

Lumian took out a book and flipped through it briefly. He found that it was a mineralogy textbook on the underground rock formations of Trier. For him, an out-of-school young man, the content was very difficult, and he even did not know a lot of words. It was a mineralogy textbook. A proper noun for mineralogy, several other books also belong to mineralogy, some are basic textbooks, and some are more complex essay collections.

After a moment of confirmation, Lumian took out the suitcase, placed it on the ground, and opened it. Except for two sets of clothes and necessary daily necessities, the suitcase was filled with small, gray-white cloth bags one after another.

Different names were written on them in pen: flowers, sedges, sheep, etc.

These were the names of different rock formations underground in Trier that Fleman had mentioned. The bags contained corresponding mineral specimens. Lumian recalled briefly and roughly guessed what was in those bags.

After Fleman went crazy, he did not forget to bring his own research objects, but these did not mean anything to Lumian. He began to consider letting the police headquarters handle it on its own.

At this moment, the majestic voice of Thermipolos sounded in his ears: "The bag on the far right."

Oh, you loser finally spoke again. Lumian's first reaction was to laugh at Ermipolos, and then he looked at the bag prompted by the angel of fate in surprise and doubt.

The cloth bag is located on the far right side of the suitcase, with Flemish's socks on the top and his razor on the bottom. The surface of the bag is written in dark blue ink with a combined proper noun: Earth Blood.

Earth, blood. Lumian, who was squatting next to the suitcase, muttered silently and very calmly, in front of the policeman Robert, picked up the bag and opened it.

There is a piece of flaky stone in the bag. The surface is brown and has many pits. In each pit, there are dots of dark red patches, as if blood is oozing out of the ground. For some reason, Lumian is just Seeing this thing made me feel quite irritable.

He did not touch the mineral specimen with his hands. He tied the bag again and put it back in the suitcase. Then, he quickly flipped through the book about the mineralogy of Trier's underground rock formations.

Because his purpose was clear, he quickly discovered the answer: the Earth Blood Rock Formation is located between 55 and 56 meters underground in Trier, www.youxs.org.

Here we can collect the deepest minerals, and further down is the ancient ruins reserve, which is not allowed to enter.

In this textbook-like description, Flemish's familiar handwriting added a few words to record that a small amount of ore in the earth's blood rock formation is more special than the others. It is suspected of containing volatile toxins that can make people irritable. Until he suffered from a mental illness called mania.

A researcher suddenly went crazy and slashed his colleague. He had to wear corresponding protective equipment in order to come into contact with specific mineral specimens in the Earth Blood Rock Formation.

The Blood of the Earth is a rock formation close to Trier in the Quaternary Period. It has obvious peculiarities in itself. No wonder Termipolos attracted my attention.

While Lumian was thinking, policeman Robert urged: "Whether you want it or not, make a decision quickly."

"Yes!" Lumian stood up.

Although all he wanted was the mineral specimen of the Earth Blood Rock Formation and the mineralogy textbook describing the underground rock formation of Trier, in order not to arouse suspicion, he still signed and took away all Flemish relics.

After returning to Room 207 of the Golden Rooster Hotel, Lumian didn't care to wash off the occult makeup on his face now.

He asked Thermipolos in a low voice: "What is so special about this mineral specimen?"

Thermipolos's voice echoed in Lumian's ears again: "You don't think it's normal for the ghost of Montsuri to never come to kill Flemish."

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