Red Moon Returns

This is an iron box the size of a thirty-two-karat book, about two fingers thick, with a very fine surface, engraved with patterns of orchids and roses, and buckles on the sides, making it look like a fine piece of art.

It must have been here for a long time, and there were already signs of freezing with the ground. It took some strength for Lynch to pry it out, and tried to touch it with his fingers. The surface was freezing cold.

"Although unexpected, this kind of thing is not impossible." Miss Valente stared straight at the iron box, frowning and lost in thought.

"Well, there is a sacrifice every twenty years. It cannot be ruled out that someone put their belongings here at some point."

"Then this person is by no means an ordinary person, and his strength is not low, at least stronger than you and me combined."

"Yes, you can escape the attacks of the Invisible Sons and Ghouls, and you can jump down the shaft without falling to your death."

"And he can come in and face the evil god, and he still has the energy to hide things. Even those with less strength can't do it."

The two of them spoke in perfect harmony, speaking faster and faster without any confusion in logic.

"But how did he come in? Your Valente family must have cooperated in all the sacrifices. Isn't there any record in your family?"

"No, sacrifice is actually more complicated and very random. Otherwise, we would have tried to use death row prisoners as sacrifices. It is difficult to determine who is being pulled in within the range. The only thing that is certain is that only humans will be affected, Nick Elder Lai and the others will not come in, so this person was probably dragged in by accident."

"It's unlikely. He should have been prepared."

"Hmm...that's right. Even a strong person would find it difficult not to panic if he finds himself in such a situation for no reason. If he can get here in a very orderly manner, he should have been mentally prepared."

"Yes, especially when walking and suddenly bumping into a clone of the evil god. This kind of unexpected surprise is too exciting. Anyway, I don't think I can find this corner calmly and hide things here."

"This hole is indeed very secretive and difficult to discover. His behavior is probably not an unconscious act of madness. It is probably a deliberate relic that he wanted to leave behind."

"So, the biggest question now." Lynch looked at Miss Valente and knocked on the iron box with his fingers. "Can we open something that has been with the evil god's clone for at least twenty years?"

"There is a great danger. The things inside are likely to be mystical, and there is even the possibility of mysterious aliens appearing. It is too dangerous to open it rashly. It is best to take it back and protect it before opening it. You hope What’s the reason for turning it on now?”

"Because we are at an impasse, we have no choice and we need to find solutions now."

"Your reasons are indeed very good. There are no coincidences in the mysterious world. Any accident may break the deadlock, and its appearance is the biggest accident." Miss Valente nodded thoughtfully and motioned for Lynch to put the box He handed it to her and turned it over several times after taking it. "I wanted to try divination, but around this clone, no divination will work. The interference is too strong. Forget it, I'll open it directly. I have The shield of piety can at least block it when in danger."

"Wait, stop, what is that?" Lin Qi's face suddenly changed, his pupils shrank, and he even lowered his voice, "Be careful, move softly."

"What?" Miss Valente's heart tightened. She held her breath and held the box in the air with both hands. She didn't dare to make any other moves. She just looked at the box with her eyes. She didn't know if it was a problem with the angle, but found nothing unusual.

"Don't move, don't move, I'll show you."

Lynch also moved very slowly, carefully taking the iron box, suddenly smiled at Miss Valente, and made a silent gesture: "Cover me."

As he spoke, he turned the iron box towards the wall, gritted his teeth, hid on the back of the iron box and opened the lid.

Even if he had a strong human shield like Officer Natalie, Lynch really couldn't do it with a researcher standing in front of him. What's more, if something happened to him, there would be a healer to put him back together. If something happened to the healer, he would be finished.

"You!" Miss Valente's eyes almost bulged out, and she gritted her teeth viciously, but faced with the fait accompli, she could no longer care, so she could only point the gun in the direction of the box immediately.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Huh, it seems to be safe. Lin Qi secretly wiped a cold sweat.

The power of gunpowder in this world didn't make him worry about a direct explosion. What he was worried about was that something strange would come out of it. For this reason, Lynch had long been mentally prepared to draw his gun and fight for his life at any time. Fortunately, there was no movement at all.

No, it's not safe. The sound of grinding teeth came from beside me.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Miss Valente looking at him with complex and ferocious eyes, gritting her teeth and saying, "You're going too far, Mr. Leviv. Even if you want to open it yourself, you can convince me first. How can you do this?"

"Can I convince you to open it for me?"

"Of course not."

"But it's okay now." Lynch smiled slyly, but the thought of having his head blasted by a shotgun should be painful. He quickly pointed to the box in his hand, "Open it, let's take a look first."

"Hmph." Secretly wrinkled her nose, Miss Valente gave her a sneaky kick, but there was still a smile on her lips. She stayed close to Lynch and remained vigilant, watching him carefully take out the contents. .

The first thing I took out were a few pieces of letter paper, with the writing on them getting messier and messier every line, and in the end it even looked like graffiti.

"I don't know if anyone can see this letter. If you see it, please finish what I have not finished."

"I am Carles Fenit, honorary knight of the Kingdom of Friedman, special consultant of the Archaeological Association, and soul changer of the Church of the Sun. It is August 11, 1379."

"I followed Mr. Black Spider's method and successfully infiltrated. It turns out that what he said is true. These mountain people are really secretly sacrificing to Mordiggian. The Valente family is also involved, and it seems that there are also members of the Rand royal family. shadow."

"I don't know what their conspiracy is. These despicable Rands can do anything. No wonder Mr. Black Spider said that I must destroy the clones of the Old Dominators in order to completely solve the hidden dangers in Middle-earth. But why my Attacks are ineffective against this clone? I have fought against the clones of the Old Ones more than once, and I have never encountered this situation."

"No, no matter how many times I try, I can't affect the clone of the Old One. I have tested various methods, and the clone seems to not exist, but its filth is real, and it is definitely not mine. Hallucination. What’s going on? I need to ask Mr. Black Spider for help. I hope I can still contact him here.”

"Oh, no, it requires the cooperation of multiple people? How is it possible? Why didn't you tell me earlier? Where can I find help now? Damn it, damn it, it must be a trap!"

The last line of text was quite twisted and messy, and there was no more text after that.

Looking at this strange letter, the two of them looked at each other. For a moment, they felt that things were getting more and more difficult. It seemed that they were not the first to encounter difficulties. This Mr. Finite might have encountered the same situation and survived. Stuck to death here.

Could it be that both of them will have the same ending?

Miss Valente clutched the folding fan tightly, bit her lip and asked softly: "Is there anything else?"

Lin Qi pursed his lips with a very strange expression, sighed softly, and took out another item from the box.

A small picture frame.

empty.