Durin's Diary

Chapter 120 Perseus

The secret police headquarters is just across the road from the third exit of the West District. The courtyard wall is made of bluestone bricks, and from the outside you can only see three buildings, about five or six stories high.

The car stopped in front of a large metal gate. A guard came over with a Type 11 made by Durin. He took out something like a branch and waved it in front of Fisher. After confirming that there was no problem, he nodded and said, "Boss, welcome back."

This is an anti-illusion spiritual branch. It is a young branch picked from an ancient oak tree. With the addition of other materials, it can effectively destroy illusion spells.

"Did anything happen at home while I was away, Percy?" Fisher asked with a smile.

"It's okay, boss." After saying that, the slightly fat human guard turned around and raised his hand.

The human guard on the watchtower nodded, then he walked to the other side and shouted loudly: "The boss is back, open the door."

The process has reached this point and the door has finally opened.

The car entered the yard and stopped. Fisher got out and opened the door for Du Lin: "Follow me. Don't look too much and don't ask too many questions."

Du Lin nodded, then followed the old man into the five-story building on the east side of the yard.

A guard at the door opened the door for Fisher and Du Lin.

As soon as I entered the door, a gray-haired lady came over and said, "Boss, the prince is still here..."

"Did you invite him to tea?" Fisher asked as he took the report from another man. He glanced at it and handed it to Dulin. At the same time, he looked at the dwarf sitting in front of the small wooden door by the wall and said, "Big Toe, come and take this young gentleman to prepare for Jack Leonard's nineteenth interview with the deceased."

"Oh my goodness, boss, where did you find this prairie elf? The little guy doesn't even have a brooch yet. Does his family agree?" The dwarf stood up and walked over to Du Lin in his dark blue uniform and trousers. He looked at Du Lin in surprise and said, "What a cutie."

"You're the only one who talks too much. His last name is Elsh. Do you think I've contacted his parents?" Fisher cursed with a smile.

"That's no problem. If you hadn't contacted me, I would have been cremated with you now." The dwarf grinned.

The conversation between the boss and the subordinate reached this point. The dwarf smiled and took a slap on the head from Fisher. Then he looked at Durin and said, "Hey, little one, don't worry. Communing with the dead is just a common technique. Although everyone says that the necromancy faction is illegal, we are the law. So use it boldly and ask boldly. Come, go change your clothes first to avoid getting them dirty."

"It's okay. It wouldn't be nice if you were misunderstood after wearing your clothes." Du Lin smiled and shook his head. "Besides, you were wrong just now. My grandfather is a silver dragon. You and your boss will only be frozen and smashed, not turned into ash."

The dwarf was stunned for a moment, then looked at his boss, who shook his head. "The child is more aware than you. Take him away. I'll go meet our troublesome prince."

The dwarf nodded, and he brought Durin and the half-elf who followed him to the door. He reached out and knocked on the door seven times, in the rhythm of three, two, two.

The door opened, and a guy in a black robe with his hood pulled up opened the door. He was very tall, and from where Durin was, he could see his double chin under the hood. He had standard human ancestry - at least Durin had never heard of an elf like that.

"Cologne, come alive, get ready for Jack Leonard's nineteenth conversation with the dead."

The dwarf said as he motioned for Durin to follow him. As he walked into the corridor, Durin saw a reception window on the right side of the corridor, and two hooded men holding Durin's XI guns in their hands.

"Do you feel familiar when you see your gun?" The dwarf asked Du Lin while taking out a sign from his collar.

Durin hefted the bag in his hand, then, with the two hooded men watching, pulled out his own gun. "Time for new guns, guys." Facing the boastful boast, the half-elf smiled and handed over the paper with the question mark. He gestured to his two slightly nervous companions, "The boss invited us here. He's the great grandson of Duke Elsh. His life is worth more than all of ours put together. Don't worry."

The hooded men who had pointed their guns at him nodded and lowered their guns. One of them spoke up, "How did the boss invite this person?"

"Because he is the only one who has the ability to cast spells and is a grassland elf. You know the others better than me." Fisher pushed open the door at this time. A young man followed behind him. Du Lin took a look - isn't this the young man with gray eyes that Du Lin had seen before?

He also recognized Du Lin, so he walked over with a smile and extended his hand: "Hello, we meet again."

"Yes, what a coincidence." Du Lin smiled and shook hands with the young man.

He is the prince? Princes also take trams?

Du Lin was a little confused, but Fisher walked over and asked, "Do you know each other?" He was very confused.

The young prince told Fischer how he met Dühring, which surprised him: "Copenhagen seems surprisingly small."

Everyone laughed.

With Fisher's company, Du Lin and others passed the inspection much faster.

Du Lin was very confused as to why the morgue had to be so guarded, with even magic circles on the walls, so he asked why.

"Because in addition to the corpses here, there are also some dangerous sealed objects." The dwarf was holding an old lantern at this time. There were some cracks on the windproof glass, and the candlelight seemed a little shaky.

"Never heard of it." Du Lin told the truth.

"It seems that the work of our colleagues in the Eastern Elf Territory is very effective." Fisher beside Durin smiled. After his introduction, Durin finally knew what a sealed object was - this broken place had all kinds of monsters and demons a long time ago. Before the original creator woke up, some objects were influenced by unknown factors and possessed will, and they became very dangerous strange objects.

For example, right now, the dwarf is there opening the door with the hooded guy, and Fisher brings Durin to a door with a window. He holds Durin up and says, "See the window?"

Du Lin nodded. The room inside was not big, and the walls were empty. There was only a small display shelf with a very old record player on it.

"Is this a sealed object?" Du Lin was a little curious.

"Yes, it's the strange and evil player. It randomly selects an unlucky person and composes a song for him or her. If it can't satisfy its request within a certain period of time, it will curse the unlucky person and then start calling out random names. But if it continues to be unsatisfied, it will lose control and all life within a two-kilometer radius of it will be called out at the same time, which is extremely dangerous. If it satisfies its request, it will enter a period of silence for three to six months." At this point, Fisher's voice was filled with curiosity: "Where is the person on duty today?"

The half-elf considerately walked over to a notebook hanging from a nail by the door. He picked it up and took a look. "Ah, the guy on duty today is Turin. He said the jukebox has started to get active, so he went to the Art Academy to get new music."

Du Lin let out a long sigh - because no one opened the broken door in front of him, the needle of the jukebox was pointing at him at this moment.

Child, come and compose a new song for me to add a little fuel to this crazy world.

(End of this chapter)