musicians of old

Chapter 527 "Old Days", or "Red Pond"

"There is one more regret."

"As you can see in retrospect, when He Meng and Gang were killed and the two Sylvias were fighting, I also tried to open a tributary of the long river of history and salvage some spirit body fragments as much as possible, but nothing was found. "

Mr. Wax stroked his sleeves.

"Find all the surviving members of the two families, including collateral. Those who can work as civilians will be assigned civilian jobs, and those who can be investigators will be recruited as investigators. Those who are no longer able to work will be supported and passed away according to the standard of retirement for senior civil servants."

After a moment of silence, Poglerich calmly made an explanation.

Then, he made a movement of drawing the knife from the sheath of the left hand with his right hand.

In fact, it was just an empty scabbard, and the remains of the "Blade" are now in the altar at the entrance to the cracking field.

But he still drew the sword, raised it high, and slashed down, as if he was holding a non-existent sharp blade.

"Boom!!——"

The dark red liquid surface was divided into two in an instant, like a thick piece of bread being torn open from the middle, and the surrounding water splashed like a tsunami, sweeping upward along the round wall against gravity.

"Go down and have a look."

Pogorelic jumped into the abyss between the "waterfalls".

"Bam—"

Mr. Wax exploded together with the wheelchair, turning into a flock of flying white paper birds.

Soon, the two of them approached the extreme depth of the pool water, which became lighter and more transparent. Then, the two of them saw the wellhead with weird edges a few meters deeper below their feet, the windows with ancient dim lights, the twisted and deformed And the crumbling door, and the familiar and strange, familiar and scary everyday objects piled inside.
"That's where it happened?" Poglelich asked.

"Strictly speaking, I entered from here." Mr. Wa nodded. "The mirror event of the secret history reappeared at that time, which triggered the 'Mother Tong' to intervene in person. I didn't use my inspiration to pry into it deeply."

In fact, even if the "Mother Pupil" is no longer watching, the two orderers dare not rashly go down into this heterogeneous world.

The "back room" has reached the scope of the abnormal area, and the turbulent flow of the secret history will have a serious impact on the orderers, and they don't know where they lead, whether they can return, and what's more terrible is that there is a high probability of "worms" getting together , and a Lord of Witnesses between half-mad and fully-mad.

"Although there is internal strife in the God's Descending Society, the motives for claiming credit are the same." Mr. Wax looked at the twisted windows and lights under his feet, "This Sylvia wants to snatch the twin girls away, so that those who can't do so 'Mother Tong' went completely crazy and ruined this secret realm. At first, she obviously overestimated her own abilities. She was dragged all the way, and she was almost dragged into it. Later, she escaped for some reason, so she couldn't judge her. Has the purpose been achieved?"

"Keng!!!"

Poglelic once again slashed out of thin air.

A blade-shaped storm separated layers of pool water, like cutting tofu, leaving shocking gaps in those doors, windows and wellheads.

There was the sound of crackling wood and shattering glass.

The water in the pool flinched, showing no signs of closing for a while, while the doors, windows, wellheads, lights, and old objects seemed to be broken one after another, and then slowly wriggled.

They slowly repair, join, reform, and soon the scars are no longer visible.

However, what was presented was another combination of twisted stacks, which had changed again compared to before.

"The state of the 'cracking field' is basically stable. It may not last long, but it is better than the previous situation." Poglerich gave a judgment.

"It's basically stable, which means that the replacement process of the 'Double Gate-Close Color' has been successfully realized." Mr. Wa thought quickly, "Or, it has basically been realized, without deviating from the original program. Could it be that this Sylvia just came back empty-handed? Didn't take anything with her? This is somewhat counterintuitive to me."

"There is also a possibility that something is as effective as a 'qualified person'!"

"In other words, at least in the perspective of the secret history, their effects are almost equal, so the restraint is partially relaxed, and the target can be replaced. This can be considered as the effect of the natural law, or as the 'mother pupil' Subjective consciousness, after all, the will of the Lord of Witnesses is a partial dominion over the laws of nature."

"The effect is close?" Poglelic shook his head indifferently.

Even if it is the latter case, is the replaced "double gate color" really effective in guarding the "worm", and can it really make the "pupil mother" get rid of it? Fear, I'm afraid there will be a question mark!
"Qualified person" does not just meet the aspect requirements of "key" and "pool".

Deep spiritual qualities, and soul-twin relationships are more important.

If something is really replaced, then a stable and balanced mystic structure will not be formed at all, and I am afraid that hidden dangers will still erupt within a few years!

"What do you think the second Sylvia brought out in the end?" Mr. Wax asked.

Pogorelic narrowed his eyes slightly and uttered a few words again:

"Maybe 'Old Days,' or 'Red Pond.'"

"Did you bring Tianping?"

The next moment, the "Halo Balance" with strange shape and turbid color reappeared in the hands of Mr. Wa.

He controlled the molten liquid to slowly drip and solidify.

Dozens of measurements were made in a row, most of which used oblique line segments or hand stretched out of the liquid surface as the base symbol, and the weighed objects included the names of people and gods who are familiar now and before.

The previous conclusions have not changed much: Fanning and "Old Days", Vincent and "Fountain in Painting", Scheler and "Red Pond", Lavoisier and "Unfalling Fire" are more closely related.

As for Silvia, she didn't show any obvious correlation with these artifacts.

"Maybe Fan Ning did die later, or Scheele also died during the 'Meat Sacrifice'. If it was really the work of the Divine Advent Society, it would be a big trouble to find the whereabouts of the corresponding wreckage. I hope it's not both. Yes." Mr. Wax leaned back in his wheelchair and put his hands in his sleeves.

"No, this is a bit strange." Pogleric's eyes flickered.

In fact, the various activities of the God Advent Society have not directly intended to snatch away the remains of the God of Origin. They have only paid great attention to things related to the abnormal area and "worms".

The only time it might be related is the "Catastrophe" and the Santaram Fort subway incident, but after connecting various intelligences, no matter which direction the situation develops, it is very difficult for the wreckage of the "Catastrophe" to fall into any hidden organization In his hand, Sylvia used the underground party to promote this incident, but also to promote something else.

This is what confuses the Special Patrol, and it's what makes Poglerich suspicious.

"Is it possible to measure how well two different 'Sylvia' correlate with 'Old Days' or 'Red Pool'?"

After thinking about it, Pogorelic asked this question.

"I can't tell the difference." Mr. Wa shook his head immediately, "'Halo Scale' is not a ritual instrument for divination, it can only weigh a specific item, or have a clear reference meaning in history and the world's cognition, and cannot be introduced into divination factors are nested within."

Poglerich nodded, expressing his understanding.

It doesn't make sense to write both ends of the name "Sylvia", and if one end writes "the man who killed Homon" and the other end writes "the man who killed Gon", it will not touch the scales, because "the man who killed "The person who killed XX" itself is a divination sentence pattern, thus forming a hybrid.

"Go up."

After the two of them came out of the pool, Mr. Wax controlled a group of paper birds, and displayed a dozen or so names on the tiles on the wall, as well as notes in fine and small fonts.

"New Calendar 915 Abnormal Area Investigation Plan, captain and vice-captain backup candidates, ranked in order, reasons are attached, please review."

Unexpectedly, Poglerich didn't turn his head to look at it at all, but just went up all the way, circling and climbing the stairs.

"No, this year's plan is cancelled."

(End of this chapter)