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Blake hoped to find a large clock in this tower.

But when he reached the top of the stairs.

But he found that his hopes were dashed, for there was no bell in the tower room, and it had apparently been converted to a completely different purpose.

Blake glanced around the room subconsciously.

"This isn't a clock tower...! What is this room used for?"

this moment.

Through his sight, the audience in the live broadcast room also witnessed this strange room.

Light filtered in through four lancet windows on the four walls, dimly illuminating the room, which was only fifteen feet square.

On the dusty floor.

There stands a strangely shaped polygonal stone pillar.

Each side of the stone pillar was crudely carved with some strange but crude markings and some completely unrecognizable hieroglyphics.

On the pillar is a strange metal box with an extremely asymmetrical shape.

Blake's eyes suddenly widened.

"In that box..."

"Is it crystal? Or some polished mineral?"

He subconsciously felt fear in his heart, and his eyes were fixed on the front.

The box opens from a hinged lid.

Reveal the internal situation.

And inside it was something about four inches in size - an egg-shaped, or irregularly spherical object.

Around the pillars.

There are seven Gothic high-back chairs that are still largely intact!

They formed a circle around the center.

Behind them, along a wall inlaid with dark panels, stood seven huge statues covered in black stucco and now in a state of disrepair.

It looks very much like the mysterious stone carvings on Easter Island with unknown meanings!

Such a scene.

Blake's heart skipped a beat.

Only after he got used to the dim light did he begin to move cautiously.

He walked forward and wiped off the dust with his hands and handkerchief.

Look at the sphere carefully.

After wiping it, it was finally recognized as a polyhedron with many irregular planes on its surface, nearly black in color and with red stripes.

"What is this jet-black crystal that's gleaming red?"

"It's strange."

Blake groaned at first.

He suddenly noticed the relief carvings on the box.

The things they depict, although seemingly alive, are completely different from any life form that has evolved on this planet.

This also left Blake puzzled.

But he quickly turned his attention back to the stone.

He frowned.

"This substance... is something I've never seen or heard of before."

He also did some research on minerals and crystals, but he didn't find any suitable objects.

"Um..."

He could hardly take his eyes off it, and as he looked at its shining surface it seemed almost as if the stone were transparent.

It contains countless magical worlds that seem to exist and not exist.

Many images floated in his mind.

The live broadcast room was also playing the images.

Some are strange worlds with giant stone towers, others are planets with towering mountain ranges but no signs of life.

Even further into space than that.

There was only a churning, vague darkness, indicating that there was some kind of consciousness and will there.

"What are these images?! Are they hallucinations?"

"Even if it's an illusion, it's too real!"

Blake's eyes widened and he quickly looked away.

Wait until the hallucination disappears.

He noticed something in the far corner of the room.

Near the staircase leading to the spire, there was a somewhat odd-looking pile of ash.

After he tried to disperse the dust, he froze in place.

"This is?!"

Blake's pupils contracted as he looked on in disbelief.

What caught his eye was a human skeleton, which looked like it had been there for a long time, and the clothes on it had turned into rags.

After a while.

He waited until he calmed down before examining the body.

A reporter's seal from the Providence Telegraph caught his eye.

"He's a newspaper reporter?"

Blake said doubtfully, finding another notebook nearby.

The date above is 1893 and the man's name.

"Edwin."

After Blake picked up the notebook.

After hesitating for a while, I couldn't suppress my curiosity.

Under the dim light from the window, I carefully read everything written there.

The intermittent text above is as follows:

[“Professor Enoch Bowen returned from Egypt in May, 1844—purchased the old Free Will Church in July—his achievements in archaeological work and occult studies are well known.”]

[“Dr. Giona of the Fourth Baptist Church warned the Starry Wisdom followers during his sermon on December 29, 1844.”]

[“At the end of 45, the congregation consisted of 97 people.”]

[“1846—Three persons disappear—First mention of the shining trapezoid.”]

[“Seven persons disappeared in 1848—rumors of blood sacrifice spread.”]

[“In 1853, investigations yielded no results—rumors of voices spread.”]

[“Father O’Malley spoke of some cultic activity connected with a box found in some great Egyptian ruins.”]

[“Said they summoned something that could not exist in the light.”]

["It will flee when it encounters faint light, but strong light can repel it. Then it will need to be summoned again.]

[“Probably from the deathbed confession of Francis X. Feeney.]

[“This person joined the Starry Wisdom Sect in 49.]

["Some say the Shining Trapezohedron showed them heaven and other worlds. The Night Demon somehow tells them secrets."]

["The story of Orin B. Edley, 1857. They summoned the crystal by gazing upon it, and they had their own secret language."]

[“In 1863, besides the persons before mentioned, the congregation numbered 200 or more.”]

[“Irish people gather at a church after Patrick Reagan’s disappearance, 1869.”]

[“On March 14, 1872, a cryptic article appeared in the newspaper, but people were reluctant to talk about it”]

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[“1876, Six Missing—A Secret Society Visits Mayor Doyle”]

[“In February 1877, the action was approved—the church was closed.”]

[“In May, a group of teenagers threatened the doctor and parish representatives.”]

[“181 people left the city at the end of ’77—no names mentioned.”]

[“Ghost stories began to circulate around 1880 – attempts to verify reports that no one had entered the church since 1877.”]

Blake finished reading the contents of the notebook.

He frowned slightly, a little hesitant.

"Forty-two years ago, this man came to this forbidden church to gather news, but he died quietly here."

"Is it a heart disease mutation, or is there something else?"

The contents of the notebook are clear.

This body was undoubtedly that of the reporter who had entered this deserted building forty-two years ago in pursuit of a piece of sensational news.

Blake bent over and stared at the bones in the dust.

Then I noticed that there was something strange about the bones.

This made him touch his chin.

"Some parts of the body seem to have turned yellow."

"There are also several traces of acid corrosion and burning. What has happened to this corpse over the past few decades?"

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Blake hesitated and was confused.

But when he came to his senses, he found himself turning around again and staring at the stone involuntarily.

The illusion—appeared again!

It has that strange effect.

Evoke in Blake's mind a vision of nebula-like splendor!

The audience in the live broadcast room could clearly see through the screen that rows of huge carved stones reaching the sky stood tall in the desert covering countless leagues in radius!

Countless figures wearing long robes and hoods.

A long line of things that were completely unlike humans gathered at this moment.

Endless time and space, countless dimensions.

Many powerful people witnessed it almost at the same time.

Countless spires and high walls stand in the dark abyss under the ocean.

Seen in the vortex of the universe.

Wisps of black mist floated in front of the thin light emitted by the cold purple haze.

And in the eyes of those powerful people who have crossed the planets and reached the realm of the universe.

What they saw was even more horrifying!

They beheld a dark, endless abyss where solid and semi-solid entities could be perceived only as they stirred like the wind!

And the power of ambiguity.