The Modern Age of the Mysterious

"This old man is crazy again!" Sean tried to smash the door, but there was no response from outside, only the old man's babble.

He took out his pistol and wanted to shoot at the door lock, but suddenly felt dizzy.

A familiar feeling surged up, Sean staggered a few steps, and said to himself, "We've been here before..."

In front of his eyes, scenes of subjective memories flashed past.

Mr. Luls Milton, who wore an exaggerated mustache, came back in a hurry again.

He took off the explorer hat on his head, walked into the room, and couldn't hide his excitement: "Hills, about the ancient dream beliefs I mentioned last time, I finally found the ancient book that records him!

He carefully took out one from his bag, wrapped in soft leather with runes painted on it.

After opening the soft cowhide bag, a book with a dark green cover, seems to be contaminated with various filth, parasitized by sea creatures such as barnacle coral, with a completely rusted black door latch and a large lock.

Even though time has passed, even if he is only watching through memory, after reading the book, Sean still feels a strong resentment and disgust that seems to come from instinct...

"That book has a strange power..." As he recalled, Sean walked towards the empty bookshelf at the moment, "It seems to tempt us to practice the knowledge recorded in it."

Mr. Milton's face flashed in front of his eyes again, he was muttering something: "This book should also be placed on that bookshelf..."

"That bookshelf..." Sean frowned, "That bookshelf?"

He searched for memories that he didn't know who belonged to, and raised his head slightly: "I see."

The picture in my memory jumped, and at this moment, I was standing alone in this room where the subsidence event had not yet occurred.

With his hands down, he walked aimlessly in the room, without the slightest idea of ​​what to look for in his heart, he just walked with an empty mind.

Maintaining this state, he walked to the empty bookshelf, like an illusion caused by the refraction of light, he suddenly saw the dark green book on the bookshelf with his peripheral vision.

Memories that did not belong to Sean continued to play. He opened the dark green bookshelf and began to read greedily.

In the book, I found an evil rune. He used the blood of some kind of animal to draw the asymmetrical symbol that would make people instinctively hate it all over the basement...

Then, in the middle of the night, as a student of Milton, I began to recite the evil prayer recorded in the book...

The drainage channel above the basement made a torrent sound—a torrential rain poured down like the sea outside the library...

"The ancient gods who came from among the stars, who ruled over dreams, this era calls for your arrival!"

The memories came to an abrupt end at the craziest moment. Sean returned his thoughts to the present and dragged his heavy body forward.

Just when he searched the room, Sean found a mercury full-length mirror built into the wall in the middle of the room.

He didn't need to use a mirror for what he was going to do next: "However, it's better if you have a mirror, and you can ensure success the first time..."

For some reason, a part of his ego is somewhat resistant to going to the mirror.

However, Sean's soul is the most intense wine in the wine, which is not comparable to an ordinary Jack-level explorer. Even in this case, he still occupies the main consciousness and can act in conflict.

"Let's look in the mirror..." Sean walked to the full-length mirror with the lantern, and squinted at himself in the mirror with the light.

From the mottled mirror, he saw a gray figure sticking behind him.

The gray figure held up the book to cover his face, and part of it even merged into the back of Sean's head and back.

"The Crying Student" seemed very dissatisfied, his head deflected from behind the book, and the blood hole pierced through the back of his head stared straight at Sean.

"We seem to have dropped something..." Sean smiled sinisterly at the corner of his mouth.

The crying student heard the sound of something falling to the ground. Looking down, it was a spherical object with a silver embossing. It seemed that something had been removed from the top of the spherical object, and it was smoking.

"Fool, you're still staring."

The Holy Light Bullet that was pulled out of the wire exploded, and it seemed that the light of creation suddenly appeared in the senses of the crying student.

The whole body was directly burned by the holy light, and the crying student who had planned to merge his soul suddenly escaped from Sean, screaming and merging into the wall...

Shawn patted off the hem of the coat that was burning because it was too close to the Holy Light Bullet, and shook his head: "I keep going to see things that shouldn't be seen, either a cult or the Holy Light Bullet... What a fool."

Sean stood up straight, with a calm light in his eyes: "If I hadn't realized the problem myself, it would have been impossible for me to escape the fusion.

"The reason why I can find the problem is because I value experience.

"Even when values ​​and personalities are distorted by the fusion, I still believe that the light of the lantern in Pompeii's hand has the effect of dispelling evil and irrational things.

"With this standard, after being merged, I can realize that black has become white, and white has become black.

"The function of the lantern has not changed, but I feel disgusted when I see the light of the lantern, so I should realize that I have been changed.

"When such a thought appears, it is the gap of self-awareness awakening, and you can realize that you are being integrated.

"Sometimes being opinionated is also a virtue and ability...

"So, after viewing the key memory, I was able to dominate, to allow myself to look in the mirror, to make my consciousness so strongly resist the cry of the student's plot that I was able to dispel it from myself...

"It was very dangerous just now, but it also allowed me to learn the secret of this room through the memories of the crying student...

"I'm really..." Shawn shook his head, restrained his complacency, and didn't say the last two words.

Imitating the feeling in his memory, Sean dropped his hands and wandered aimlessly around the room.

In the beginning, it was difficult to do so.

It's like asking a person not to imagine a white elephant, then the white elephant will naturally appear in that person's mind.

The more you try not to think about one thing, the more that thing will come to your mind.

But Sean, who is accustomed to meditation, has his own way - to divert his attention.

He no longer thought about finding books, but began to think about finding clues, about the Judas ring...

When he temporarily forgot his purpose, he happened to walk to the bookshelf. Under the light of the lantern, he saw the books on the bookshelf, like an illusion caused by the refraction of light.

Sean hugged his chest and faced the bookshelf where the hidden books had already appeared: "No wonder the explorers who searched the old site couldn't find all the books in this room.

"The purpose of them entering this room is to search for books, so they are blind because of this. Even with all kinds of powerful search methods, they can't find these books!

"Only by eliminating obsessions can we gain true knowledge...

"The sages of the reading club should also want to use this kind of ceremony to test the consciousness of the participants - if I still can't penetrate the mysteries and find the books, I am afraid that the door of the candlelight reading club will be closed...

"However, I actually met a crying student during this process, and let me know the secret directly through memory, which is a bit tricky."

Sean shrugged indifferently: "Even if I didn't have the experience just now, I could still find these books by my own understanding, so it's not a coincidence."

Thinking like this, he naturally began to look and feel the books on the shelf.

Of course he wouldn't touch it—he knew the standards of Milton's collection of books back then.

These books that are collected by "invisible" bookshelves, UU reading www.uukanshu.com definitely have a very dangerous existence...

Sean found that the dark green book did not appear on the bookshelf: "Milton's student assistant, used that book to perform the ritual of summoning the evil god, and after the situation deteriorated, he did not put the book back on the bookshelf, so The explorers who searched later took the book away..."

There are still seven books on the bookshelf at the moment.

Sean glanced over and saw an amber opal inlaid on one of the books.

Just after taking a closer look, the vertical pupil of the opal suddenly turned to meet his own line of sight!

In an instant, Sean heard the sound of the wind blowing through the sand. In an unknown place that seemed to be surrounded by sand and dust for thousands of years, he heard a distant sound of singing and prayers. In the sand and dust, Sean saw Several spires, like giant reefs revealed at low tide, slowly rose in the desert in the distance...

Sean shook his head and got rid of the influence of ancient books on him.

His eyes fell on the next book. A sound similar to cicadas sounded in Sean's ears, but more continuous. In the line of sight, there are many black, unknown, pulsating things that seem to be clinging to the places that are not illuminated.

Those things smelled old, alive, seemed to come from the depths of the jungle, seemed to grow bigger and bigger in the constant pulsation, proliferating and eroding the walls and bookshelves...

Sean had no doubt that if his attention continued to focus on the spine of this book, then these black things would really jump from hallucinations to reality and begin to proliferate in this room indefinitely, so he withdrew his gaze.

Slightly panting, Sean inhaled a little bit of smelling salts to keep his soul focused: "I didn't expect it was just picking a book, it's so dangerous..."