How to become a mermaid

Chapter 442 A Manuscript

"Roar!"

After reading the book about how to restore the memory of sea anemones, Leon let out a roar of excitement in the book.

It pointed at Olei who was thrown on the beach and his whole body was tied into rice dumplings, and said loudly, "This kid has been with me for 30 years, logically he should be a familiar place!"

"After the tidal moon is over, I will take it back to my island and force it to exercise every day, so that it can think of me while exercising!"

Ever since he saw the stupidity of the big monster bird, Leon wanted Ao Lei to be his godson even more. If the moon of tides hadn't ended yet, it would have wanted to take Ao Lei away now!

"Hey~" Hearing Leon's excited shout, Neville snorted disdainfully, and poured cold water on him mercilessly: "Ole is stronger than you now, after you take him away, you Aren't you afraid of being killed by it?"

This situation... is really possible!
No one can subdue Ole now, except Neville.

If Neville wasn't around, Leon wouldn't be able to deal with Aurei all by himself, not to mention being burnt on the outside and tender on the inside, if he could keep his breath, it would be considered Aore's release.

Leon's face darkened suddenly when he thought of the scene where he took Ao Lei away and not only failed to restore his memory, but was hammered by it on the ground instead.

It turned its head and said to Shaman Lair in a deep tone: "Let's have electrotherapy!"

"I think with Ao Lei's current physical fitness, the mere lightning will not cause much damage to it, but it will allow it to recover its memory faster."

"How about tomorrow... No, we will start today, and give it an electric shock every day, so that it can recover as soon as possible under the stimulation of lightning!"

Hearing that Leon was so anxious to become the King of Thunder and Lightning, Samantel twitched his mouth and said consolingly: "It's a little too anxious to directly shock, I think we can take it slowly, for example, let Ao Lei remember what it is who until..."

When he said this, he turned his head and glanced at Fabrien, as if telling it "It's time for you to perform".

Fabrien understood Shamanlael's eyes.

It nodded, and said in a serious tone: "If you want to talk about Ole's first memory, it should start with me."

"Although I am not a qualified father, and the memory of Ole and I was not good, but it is essential."

"After all, all the memories after that are constructed on top of that."

"Hey!" After hearing Fabrien's words, Leon let out a sigh of dissatisfaction.

Now it's time for it and Ole's parent-child time, but Fabrien still wants to intervene, which makes it very unhappy.

However, no matter how unpleasant it was, Leon had to admit that what Fabrien said made sense.

"Papa papa!" It flicked its tail a little irritably, and said to Fabrien impatiently, "I'll give you at most a week to make Ole remember his childhood experience!"

"My minimum requirement is for it to learn to speak and be obedient!"

"If a week later, it is still as empty-headed as it is now, then stop messing around and let me call it!"

After hearing Leon's request, Fabrien thought for a while, finally nodded with a serious face, and said, "Yes! I promise you!"

Seeing that they had reached a consensus on this, Samantel had a happy face, and jumped happily on the spot.

However, something tragic happened.

Just as he was jumping, the book in his hand was lost for a moment, and it fell to the ground with a "bang".

"Clatter..." The sound of countless pages fluttering sounded.

This dilapidated old book quickly fell apart under the impact, scattered all over the place.

"Ah! My book!" Seeing that the precious reference material was damaged by himself, Shamanleer let out a scream, and hurried over to clean up the pages on the ground.

Although this book is a bit old, the content inside is very useful, and he wanted to read more.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

With a somewhat depressed expression, Shamanel picked up the pages of the book on the ground one by one.

However, the pages of these books were already a little damaged, and after this collision, they became even more fragmented, breaking into several pieces at the slightest touch.

After trying to pick up several sheets of paper, it turned out that all of them were cracked in his hands, and Shamanleir's mentality was also cracked.

"Ah... When will this be cleaned up!" A trace of irritability rose in his heart, and some wanted to burn these things with a fire and forget it.

Anyway, I have already finished reading the method to restore Ao Lei's memory. Although it is a pity that I can no longer see other contents of the book, it is better than cleaning up the mess all over the floor, isn't it?
However, just when Samantel was about to break the jar, his hand touched a piece of white and flat paper.

Different from other pages that were already yellow and brittle, this paper was really complete and neat, which immediately attracted Shamanleir's attention.

He picked up the paper and found that it seemed to be someone's manuscript, or... a diary?
[I don’t know if what I wrote on this paper will be seen by others.

If someone sees it, it can only show that I am a complete loser!

Since I discovered the peculiarities of these species of sea anemone, I have been studying them with great concentration, trying to find a way to decipher their self-protection mechanism, and apply this technology to humans.

However, no matter how I research, I still can't make any results.

Peter, who originally studied sea anemones with me, also had a disagreement with me, thinking that instead of spending a lot of energy on researching such inconspicuous things, it is better to think about how to prepare a more popular and more popular potion.

I knew in my heart that he was right, but I just couldn't swallow it and wanted to prove that I was right about studying sea anemones.

They will definitely be useful, in the near future, so firmly believe in my heart. 】

[They are useless!Sea anemones are the most useless things in this world!
And I am also the most useless person in this world!
It's been 20 years since the book was published!
For 20 years, I have not made any breakthroughs, and all research progress has stagnated at the time 20 years ago!
I'm a piece of trash!waste! 】

[I think I'm going crazy.

I knew I had failed, but I couldn't accept failure.

Before I die, I want to make one last attempt.

God, please, let me succeed! 】

[Ah ah ah!
I failed again!
why?What went wrong?Aren't sea anemones creatures of this world, otherwise why are they so difficult to understand, and why do they feel so strange to me? 】

[Peter came to see me today.

Because I was sick, sick and dying.

This is the case when you get older, a little illness almost kills you.

Unlike me, who is getting old, I see that Peter seems to be the same as before, young, handsome, and energetic...

I heard that he has recently developed a growth potion made from whale sand, which has achieved great success, and is now a household name in the entire Atlanta Empire.

How wonderful, a talented Peter, a successful Peter, a decent Peter who can do everything!
Unlike me, just a loser who can't produce any research results! 】

【Peter came to see me again today.

Unlike last time, he brought me a special gift this time.

"This is a key to the door of truth. As long as you open it, you can go to the other side of truth and get all the knowledge you want!" He held a shiny silver key in his hand, Said to me firmly.

Hearing his words, I thought for a moment that he was crazy too.

Could it be that Peter, who is extremely talented, will also have unrealistic fantasies because of the lack of research results, just like me?
Although I didn't believe his statement, and even thought his plausible appearance was a bit ridiculous, I still took the key from Peter.

Because I am too eager for success, too eager for knowledge!
"So how do I find that door?" I asked Peter.

"Close your eyes and you'll see it!" Peter replied with a smile.

Heh...you can see the door when you close your eyes, does he think I'm a fool?

I half-believingly closed my eyes, and then... I really saw a door!

"Where did you get this thing? Can you really get the knowledge I want after opening the door?" Shocked by everything in front of me, I suddenly opened my eyes and asked Peter.

"That's how I got it." Peter said with a mysterious smile on his face that I couldn't understand, "You can believe it or not, it's all your own choice."

After saying this, he left.

After that, I never heard from him again.

He seemed to be missing, without any trace, nor any clues to find him, as if this person had never existed in this world.

I am terrified of this.

I often hold the key he gave me and sit at the desk all day long.

I hesitated, thought, and struggled, not knowing whether to use it to open the "door". 】

[This may be the last time I record it.

My life was coming to an end, like most people's.

In the four months since Peter's disappearance, I have struggled with my inner self.

Should I believe his words and open the door that has always existed in my mind?
Sometimes I even think that maybe the "Gate of Truth" thing is just a joke on his part.

Maybe when I open the door, I will find that there is nothing inside.

Or maybe I'll open the door and see Peter standing right behind it.

After seeing me, he might still look at me with mocking eyes, and say to me: "You really believed in this kind of nonsense, Thomas, you are such a hopeless idiot!" !"

Yes, I'm a fool, and even in my next life I can't compare to Peter, who is extremely smart.

So stupidly I decided...not to open that door!
As long as I don't open it, it will always be a secret.

A secret that belongs to me alone.

I want to die with this secret, to add a different color to my lackluster life.

If you think about it this way, isn't it interesting? 】

This page of the manuscript is full of unwillingness and complaints, as well as praise and envy for that [Peter].

Obviously most of the content is both negative and negative, but Shamanleir still read it carefully word by word.

After reading it, he let out a long sigh of relief, as if he felt sorry for Mr. Thomas who wrote the manuscript.

Everyone who pursues the truth is worthy of respect, even if he fails in the end, he is still a great person!
"Thomas... and Peter?"

"It's a pity that I can only get to know you in this way. Although you may not be able to hear what I said now, I still want to thank you for doing those experiments and writing this book."

"It's really helpful and interesting to me."

"Although I am not very interested in studying the defense mechanism of sea anemones, I will try my best to keep this book and give it to those who are interested in it!"

"Maybe someone will continue your research and make great achievements!"

After reading this page of manuscript, Shamanlael completely gave up the idea of ​​destroying these pages on the ground.

Even though it was troublesome to clean up, he patiently picked up the pieces of paper bit by bit.

Because Neville and Leon were too big, they were not suitable for delicate tasks such as picking up pieces of paper, so they didn't help Shaman Lair, but stepped aside to give him space to clean up by himself.

This tidying took several hours. After Shamanlell picked up all the pieces of paper on the ground and sorted them roughly, it was already evening.

"However, where should I put this piece of paper?" Seeing the last piece of handwritten manuscript paper after packing up, Shamanlaer was in a dilemma for a while.

He didn't even know where the paper fell out of, but he heard a bang, the book cracked, and then it fell to the ground along with the other pages.

"Theoretically speaking, the content on this should be something like black history?"

"Although I don't know why Mr. Thomas hid it in the book, since he doesn't want to put it in a conspicuous place, it means that he still doesn't want too many people to see the content."

"And there are silver keys written on it, and something mysterious and powerful like the door of truth. Although it seems that the credibility is not very high, it still cannot be known by too many people. For good."

"In this case, how about... just burn it?" Holding the manuscript in his hand, Shamanlaer suddenly had the idea of ​​eradicating the black history for Mr. Thomas.

However, before he could do anything, he felt that there seemed to be something wrong with the paper.

The edges of the paper are smooth, but there is an unusual bump in the middle.

Ups and downs, but also coherent, feel like handwriting!
In order to better understand the content on the paper, Samantel simply closed his eyes and focused on sensing the touch from his fingers.

In the end, he found that the protrusions on the paper could indeed form meaningful words!

[I didn't use the silver key Peter gave me, but kept it.

It resides in the basement of my house, and if anyone in the future can see what is hidden in this manuscript, you are more than welcome to seek it out! 】

[However, I have a small request for this, that is, after you open the door with the key, please go to my tombstone and tell me what you saw. 】

[I think this request is not difficult, right?If you can't do it, don't open that door, or you will be cursed by me! 】

(End of this chapter)