Your knowledge is too taboo

Where did this little devil come from?

The stranger lowered his hand from the curtain and turned to look at the child standing at the door.

Because the lighting in this hotel was not very good, he could not see the whole person clearly, only the lower half of his face and the clothes on his body could be vaguely seen.

So just now, it was this guy who reminded me?

Such a thought flashed through the stranger's mind.

Although he was not unable to get out of trouble on his own before, he still had to make a lot of sacrifices.

Even he will feel pain, so being able to rely on the other party's advice to get out of trouble is also good news for a stranger.

So he subconsciously put a gentle smile on his face: "Hello?"

He took two steps back, glanced out the window with lingering fear, and then sat on a wooden chair next to him: "Is that you just now, kid?"

The young child still stood motionless in the doorway.

He raised his head and stared at the stranger: "Are you an outsider?"

This question is obviously somewhat unnecessary.

After all, the stranger didn't think that he could be found in such a small town.

However, since the other party asked this, of course it was necessary for him to answer: "Yes, my name is 'Logan', and I came to this town... to do something."

The stranger, or rather Logan, looked at the little boy kindly: "Where are you, kid? What's your name?"

The boy withdrew his gaze.

He lowered his head and said calmly: "I don't have a name."

no name?

Logan was slightly startled.

Because a lot of things happened after the disaster, "name" should have become a must for everyone.

It is said that if the Nameless One dies, there will be no way to reach the location of the "Ghost Scythe", and naturally he will not be able to enjoy the sleep after death.

The Ghost Scythe is the legendary god of death. He will linger in the real world and take the lives of dying mortals with the scythe in his hand. Before reaping the life, He will speak the name of the deceased, and the deceased who hears the call will soon follow the shining sickle and sleep peacefully in the land of death.

This is considered "common sense" that has been spread in many places after the disaster.

Therefore, even parents with little education will give their children corresponding names. Whether the name is unpleasant or not, it is a calling card that distinguishes the child from others.

And a person without a name cannot find peace after death, and can only sink in distortion and pain forever.

So, if a person has no name.

Either it's because the child's parents are scumbag lunatics, or...

It’s just that no one hopes that he can enjoy the peaceful sleep after death.

Thinking of these two possibilities, Logan gently grabbed his sleeve with his right hand.

He looked at the child, and then sighed: "That's it, doesn't it have a name?"

"But I can't just call you kid like that," Logan was a little worried, "I always feel like it's a bit impolite to call you that."

Hear the words.

The boy raised his head: "You can call me 'Pandya'."

"That's not my name, but the residents of this town call me that, which in local parlance means..."

The boy whispered: "'The daughter of God'."

God's... daughter?

Logan looked up and down at the child in front of him.

To be honest, he was a little confused at first.

The other person was wearing a gray robe, which covered his lower body like a skirt, leaving only the top of his neck exposed. And the face that can be seen is too delicate to look like a boy.

If it weren't for the slightly protruding Adam's apple, Logan would have thought she was an overly beautiful girl at first glance.

But after all, isn’t it a bit outrageous to call a man a “daughter of God”?

Logan faintly sensed some kind of bad atmosphere from the other party.

Just like the countless troubles he had encountered, Pandya in front of him was also like a whirlpool - anyone who approached him would be dragged step by step to the center of the whirlpool, constantly struggling and falling into the deep sea.

It would be better not to have too much interaction with him, Logan thought to himself.

I always feel that if I communicate too much, I will be involved in something bad.

But, no matter what, the other party just did him a favor.

And no matter which way you look at it, this town is strange. Therefore, Pandya, a guy who seems to be very familiar with the town, can save Logan a lot of trouble.

Thinking of the moon just now, Logan shuddered subconsciously.

Given that he knew nothing about this town, he might have been trapped by this twisted and weird place before he found a way to activate the mirror.

So Logan struggled for a long time.

Finally he said, "Okay, Mr. Pandya, do you have time next?"

"I really know nothing about this town, and I am eager to understand the customs and customs here, so can you please give me some explanations? Trust me, I will pay you accordingly!"

Logan patted his pocket and curled his lips slightly: "It's definitely a huge amount of money that you can't imagine!"

After all, he is a child and he probably doesn’t have much idea about money. Paying a few gold coins so that the other party can live alone and stably for a few years is almost enough.

You know, you will "become a god" in the future. Worldly wealth? But like mud and sand!

Logan took this very seriously.

But what surprised him was something unexpected.

Pandya shook his head: "I will not give you any answer, nor can I give you any explanation, let alone give you any advice."

"Stranger, what you need to do now is to turn around and leave this place immediately. The time you came here is too ambiguous. If you continue to stay here... you will have no way to escape."

"Then die right."

ha?

When Logan heard this, he couldn't help but frown.

When the other party said these words, Logan's "trouble radar" started to sound again.

Obviously, I intuitively feel that Pandya's troubles have greatly deepened. If he was still a whirlpool before, then now he is the deep sea, and he has begun to use violent turbulence to drag himself, a passer-by who passed by rashly, to the bottom of the sea.

but.

Scratching his head, Logan said firmly: "I'm sorry."

"I had something I had to do, so it was impossible to leave this place," he said.

This sentence made Pandya fall into silence.

After a long time.

He nodded: "I understand. It seems that you have made your decision. Since humans have made up their minds, nothing can stop them."

Saying that, Pandya hesitated for a moment and then raised his hand.

He pointed to something belonging to Logan: "Since you have already planned to dedicate your soul, I can't stop you. But if you are willing to give that thing to me, I can leave a trace for you at the critical moment. A way out."

Listen to Pandya's words.

Logan subconsciously looked in the direction pointed by the other party.

Then he saw the Mirror of All Laws lying quietly on the sofa, with the brilliance of the moon reflected on the frame.

Pandya wants this?

The moment this kid said those words.

Logan felt unprecedented vigilance in his heart.

Because he knows the value of this mirror.

And now, that kid wants to take away this mirror by name...

"Does he also know about the Mirror of All Laws?"

Logan thought in horror.

He looked at Pandya, only to find that the other party had raised his head and met his eyes.

On that beautiful, almost flawless face, pure white eyes looked directly at Logan.

There were no pupils, only pure white that was so pale that it was almost distorted. Those eyes looked at Logan so calmly.

It made his hair stand on end.

He should have thought of it a long time ago, Logan struggled to squeeze out such an idea in his mind.

Even if the other person looks like a normal person, in this weird and twisted town, who can guarantee that he will be a normal person if he sees such a weird child?

Does his previous statement that he and Logan are "the same kind" mean that he is safe and controllable?

No, that can only mean that he has a terrible demagoguery!

"And with just a few words, I was able to let down my guard and even invite the person into my room."

Logan became more and more frightened: "This kind of power is definitely not ordinary people!"

With his personality, it would be impossible for him to just say "deal" to a child he just met and think so much about the other person.

This can only mean one thing.

When Pandya appeared, he had already influenced Logan's thinking, causing Logan to unknowingly show kindness to Pandya!

This town is dangerous.

Logan once again confirmed this in his mind.

The moonlight that can drive people to open windows, and the little ghost that makes people take the initiative to invite...

Is this an attempt to influence myself mentally? !

Countless thoughts flashed through my mind.

Logan's hand kept going.

He took something out of his pocket and threw it towards Pandya without hesitation.

The thing drew a beautiful arc in the air, and finally landed in front of Pandya with a "snap" and then remained motionless.

Staring at this thing, Pandya's pure white eyes showed no emotion at all.

He just glanced at Logan one last time, and then turned around and left without even caring about the thing in front of him.

I don't know why, but when he left, Logan felt that there seemed to be a flash of emotion on the other person's expressionless face...

disappointment?

There's no time to think about all this nonsense.

Logan quickly stood up, bent down to pick up the things he had thrown out before, put them into his pocket, and then closed the door to the room.

"Damn..."

After doing all this, he turned around and stumbled back to his bed.

Then he let go of everything and fell into the soft bed.

"Fortunately, I have a backup plan," Logan murmured to himself, "Although he is not at the level of a demigod, he still has the power to protect himself."

"Tsk, speaking of which, who is that guy? Pandya, the daughter of God? Why should a man be called that? Also, who are the people in this town?"

Logan subconsciously rubbed his eyebrows.

There are so many mysteries...

He always felt that he could not easily find a way to activate the Mirror of All Laws as he had planned before.

Isn't this town too weird? It's too hard to guard against.

He even began to doubt whether he could survive for more than...three days.

This was the time he booked the hotel.

This is also how long he plans to stay in this town.

——

at the same time.

Pandya comes out of Logan’s room.

With his footsteps, the shadows on both sides became longer and longer.

The dark shadow was smeared on the wall like ink. It gradually spread and blurred with the boy's footsteps, and condensed into the shape of a monster with teeth and claws.

These monsters have tall and slender bodies, hunched backs, and follow Pandya.

And whisper to him.

"You were rejected."

"What a pathetic man, both you and him. If he's going to die, you're going to die too."

"Your fate has been determined. You will be a sacrifice. And he will be the same. As a stranger, he will be the best 'candlelight'."

"The aura of destiny you feel is fake. That mirror will not bring you salvation. You are destined to only become 'Pandya'..."

Shadows danced wildly around him.

"Your future has been determined!" They screamed loudly while twisting their bodies, "You are the daughter of God, you are the wrong individual, and you will eventually become a tribute to God! You are destined to become the 'wrong' individual." 'Become right!"

"This town will inevitably change from 'wrong' to 'right', and everyone will always be right!"

In their clamor and cacophony.

Pandya said softly: "Shut up."

This sentence does not sound strong.

But it brought an abrupt end to the whistling sounds of those shadows.

As if someone pressed the pause button, all the shadows solidified and shrank again, and finally turned into their original shadows.

Pandya was the only one standing in the stairway, turning to look at Logan's room.

"He's going to make the right choice."

After staring for a moment, Pandya said.

His face was expressionless, looking like a puppet: "When he stays in this town, he is destined to make the right choice. Because this town is right, everything in this town is Correct."

Of course, that's not entirely the case.

Among pure rightness, there are of course errors.

Just like him.

In this right town, there is only him, Pandya, who is completely wrong.

Just like his name.

The “daughter of God” was, of course, supposed to be a girl.

But he is male.

It is on the other side of the "goddess", like the other end of the two poles of the scale, clearly distinct and parallel to the originally correct side.

So there is no doubt that Pandya is "wrong" from the very beginning, from his very nature.

And he is one of the sources of error.

Because God exists in this town.

Under God's sight, mistakes will, of course, be corrected.

"So, I need that mirror."

Pandya gently grabbed his collar: "I will not let the mistake continue to spread. I will correct everything in advance."

So I have to...

Pandya gradually made up his mind.

Then he slowly walked down the stairs.

At the front desk of the hotel, the little girl who checked Logan in before seemed to be dozing off.

After hearing the sound in the stairwell, she raised her head with sleepy eyes: "Is it Pandya?"

"There's a guest upstairs. Did you see it? It's best not to meet that guy. He's a stranger. He won't be here for a long time."

Listen to the voice of the girl at the front desk.

Pandya smiled and stepped down.

"I didn't see it, sister," he said, "Maybe he missed me!"

His voice is so beautiful and graceful.

Just like a young girl, with the unique youthfulness of a child, but yet elegant.

Coupled with his face, it is enough to make anyone who sees him praise him.

Just like what was said before.

The girl at the front desk nodded: "That's good, then I'll feel relieved."

Her eyes stared at Pandya in front of her through the candlelight, looking so strange.

As the lights flickered, the girl at the front desk spoke softly: "Because you are...the daughter of God."

This sentence seemed not to have come from her.

But who spoke to Pandya through her mouth.

Pandya smiled and nodded in the candlelight.

He put away his Adam's apple and gathered up the hem of his skirt.

Make yourself look dignified and elegant like a real woman.

It fits his name perfectly.

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