The Modern Age of the Mysterious

【The Modern Era of the Mystic】【】

"The only way is to make you think you have won and you have me under control." Alicia blinked, and she wanted to share her thoughts with her opponent rather than implement the next step, "In this way, you will Put the magic lamp in a certain position and it will not be changed again.

"And what I have to do is to find your real body and search your memory directly to find it." With that said, Alicia stood up.

Schrödinger took a few steps back: "No, you can't! Effector bodies are the most important scientific research assets, you can't..."

Alicia put on a golden metal glove on her left hand. This makes people have to think of Rabilins Pompey. And this terrifying thing powered by the touchstone was indeed written by him.

"Of course I can, and I should too—for humanity, and for Wright."

Schrödinger wanted to use the wave nature to escape, but his move was overruled by the Philosopher's Stone. After a burst of golden light, he still sat where he was.

The golden glove was pressed on his head, and Rabilins's brain was twitching. He seemed to be excited about what happened before him, expressing his appreciation and encouragement for his daughter's actions...

One of Schrodinger's eyes was wide open between his fingers, and the corner of the eye seemed to burst open. He felt a snake drilled into his mind, flipping through his memory unscrupulously, with no privacy or secrets to speak of. Alicia, wearing golden gloves, flipped through the memory of Schrodinger as if flipping through the files in the drawer...

"Devil, you devil!" the president of Continental Daedalus roared. Alicia remained unmoved, closed her eyes, frowned, and carefully shuttled through his memory...

Soon, she saw a picture: Schrödinger held up the magic lamp with both hands—that was his memory of hiding the magic lamp!

Alicia's heartbeat accelerated suddenly, and the soul link passed through countless branches, stretching straight to that memory...

She tried to drill into that memory to solve the mystery, but after that memory sensed her touch, a blue flame rose from the edge, and the memory of that scene was burned instantly!

Not only that, but her soul was also infected with the blue flame that was like a plague, and it burned very fast.

That seems to be some kind of virus for the soul! Alicia hastily let go of the hand that was holding Schrödinger's head. There was still a blue fire in her palm, and the flames had spread along her spiritual quality...

"Schrödinger! What did you do?!" One pupil was dyed blue by the flames, and the burning pain was deeper than the bone marrow.

The embarrassed scholar slumped on the ground with a blank expression on his face: "I said... I know I will lose...

"That means you will eventually come to search my memory...so..." He was out of breath, "so I let him..." He pointed to the whole brain room, "I asked him to design a trap , as long as you want to search where the magic lamp is hidden, the memory of that scene will self-destruct, not only that..." He raised his eyes, and there was a terrible light shining in the depths, "Not only that, this flame is the touchstone A form of the human soul, which is fueled by the human soul. It will not stop until it eats you up!"

Alicia stared blankly at Schrödinger in front of her.

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She never imagined that the other party would calculate her in a "defeat" way.

Wright, still unable to move, stared at Alicia in pain.

If he wanted to save her now, he could only stop all the effects of the touchstone.

However, the memory of the hiding place of the magic lamp has been destroyed, and even Schrodinger himself does not know where it is.

Dead end.

Alicia... Wright realizes sadly that they will have to say goodbye in a way they least want to face.

A wooden door was pushed open in the air, and Arthur and Sean walked into the room with a strong smell.

They saw the sad Wright, Schrodinger with a crazy expression, and Alicia with a blue flame on her body...

Blue flames! Sean felt that the hairs all over his body stood on end.

In front of him is obviously the scene he saw in the prophetic dream!

Alicia would be consumed by this flame!

Sean turned to look at Arthur, who had obviously realized everything.

"What's going on here?" Arthur spoke extremely fast, staring into Schrödinger's eyes, and the complex "puzzle complex" in his hand quickly analyzed every clue in the air.

He saw Wright's sad expression, saw the blue that had just been extinguished in the depths of Schrodinger's eyes, saw the golden gloves that fell at Alicia's feet, and saw the brain wall flowing with bursts of electrical pulses...

Alicia is looking for the magic lamp. Search Schrodinger memory. Philosopher's Trap. A flame that never stops...

The puzzle complex in Arthur's hand quickly recovered into a black mirrored square, and he quickly expressed the truth he had pieced together.

"Wright, isn't that so?!"

The only witness blinked weakly. There was a hint of relief in his eyes—at least in this world, there is still a powerful existence who wants to reverse this terrible parting.

"Stop this flame first!" Arthur shouted.

"You can't stop it!" Schroedinger's lens was covered with unreasonable mist, "This is the ion form of the effector body! Unless the philosopher's stone fails, it's impossible..."

"I'll disable the philosopher's stone, bastard!" Arthur snapped his finger, Schrodinger sat back on the dirty and wet ground, the brain tissue around his feet wrapped him like some kind of living thing legs.

The burning of the Philosopher's Stone is irreversible, it is equivalent to the passage of time.

As long as time does not stop, burning will not end.

Sean's dream was all too precise. Desperately precise.

However, like that ridiculous rumor in the world of explorers: Arthur Merlin will always have a way.

The detective half-kneeled in front of Alicia, who was breathing heavily, unable to speak due to the severe pain from the soul, and could only look at the allies who came for help.

"She can't die. It's not far from the 'showdown', the reading club can't be without the 'chess player'!" Arthur's voice rang in Sean's heart.

Arthur pulled up the sleeve, revealing the somewhat old quartz watch on his left wrist. He tapped the dial lightly with his nails.

"First time adjustment - GMT, March 17, 1925, 12:26!"

"The second time setting..." Arthur turned the **** lightly, and the minute hand moved greatly, "Redefining the Prime Meridian..."

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A dazzling silver arrow extended along the hour hand, opening up a dazzling area of ​​silver light that enveloped Alicia.

Extending along with the silver rays is a palm-thick copper wire on the ground.

The old copper wire stretched forward from under Alicia's body, and as a central axis sank into an illusory white tower in the distance.

Is that... the White Tower that symbolizes time?

"This is the strength that the president lent me." Arthur said softly. Sean knew that the president he was talking about referred to the highest authority of the Mystery Explorers Association.

"I forcibly revised the position of the 'prime meridian'. At this moment, the location of the Greenwich Observatory has no special meaning. The longitude where Alicia is is the dividing line between east longitude and west longitude."

"She was temporarily sealed between the Eastern and Western Scriptures, an area of ​​time error. The Lord of the White Tower, who is in charge of the arrow of time, allowed her to stay in this gap..."

Arthur looked at the dial, the second hand stopped: "Seven minutes."

The blue flames were still, and they took on a wild form. Even the light in Alicia's eyes froze.

"The flame will continue to burn after seven minutes." Arthur looked at Sean, "Dude, I lied to the Lord of the White Tower," Sean actually saw wrinkles on Arthur's face, and saw how he was rapidly aging , "I can only escape to hide in the abyss now, or time will punish me severely!

"Xiao!" Arthur's eyes were extremely serious. Before he disappeared from the air, he shouted loudly: "To save her, you must find the real magic lamp within these seven minutes, and then destroy the philosopher's stone!"

"Destroy the Philosopher's Stone!" His voice came to an abrupt end as if it had been erased.