The vest magic changes the earth

chapter104

After more than half a month,

Allen sat on the side of the road, sighing deeply.

It has been more than half a month since they visited Hannibal that day. He investigated the matter for a long time, but the results were not very satisfactory.

Allen tried to visit all the mysterious people he could come into contact with, but found nothing.He visited Morgana Dubo overnight that day.But the woman smiled after listening to his question, and directly chose to slap the door in his face.

Fat Mao refused to let out a word, and when he was pressed for questions, he refused to speak human words, and opened his mouth to say "meow".

As if this was some kind of unspeakable taboo for them, Allen recalled that night under the bonfire in the ancient city of Carthage, Randolph's pair of dark green eyes faced the direction of the flame, and the eyes seemed to be burning. flame.

Then he could only choose to consult the occult notes of that genius ancestor, Lucien Simmons, and study it by himself.

In fact, for a person who doesn't have a deep friendship and has only known each other for more than half a year, but this half year has only brought him countless dangers and troubles.It is an unusual thing to be so persistent and curious.

In particular, Randolph is simply a walking troublesome spirit. Since Alan met him, his life has been racing against death all the time.

Allen was very suspicious. If he hadn't been lucky and had a bit of talent, his funeral speech would have been read for several months.

But in a secret corner of his heart, what he had to admit was that this kind of life actually excited him, whether it was adventure or fighting, these made his blood boil in his bones, his adrenaline rose, and his heart beat faster.Allen enjoys such a life of dancing on the tip of a knife, and admires such a person.

Maybe my ancestors really have Viking blood, he laughed to himself.

Back to his half-month investigation, Allen didn't get nothing.

But the more he studied, the heavier he felt.He probably understood what Hannibal meant. Mystery always follows a basic principle, that is, equivalent exchange.Whether it is any spell or ritual, there is a corresponding price to be paid, or even worse.To create an alchemy life, one needs a living soul, countless spiritual materials, and a voluntary sacrifice of life.

And a spell that can reverse fate?Allen found the example Randolph said. Two ministers in the Eastern Ancient China used this spell. They connected their fate with the luck of the dynasty and tried to prolong their lifespan through the ceremony of the Seven Star Lantern.And one of them died just because the ceremony failed and the lamp of life went out.

Its price must be huge, even to a terrible degree.

"Hi." His shoulder was tapped twice from behind.

Allen was immersed in his own thoughts, and was so frightened that he almost bounced up.

He turned to find Randolph bent over behind him, one hand on his shoulder, looking him up and down with narrowed green eyes.

"Want to talk?" Randolph sat next to him.

"OK."

They were sitting next to each other in a strange pose on the side of the road, and Randolph was holding a beer can in his hand.It looks like the kind of refugee with a decent job or a suspicious person who has a high salary.

A patrolman passed by at the intersection and looked at them suspiciously.

Allen took a big sip of Randolph's beer, "If it weren't for our skin color, he would come here to search now."

Randolph shrugged: "Isn't it? It can be seen that no matter how many years have passed, certain things remain the same among the crowd."

"What about you? How many years have you seen the same things?"

"I'm not one of those old monsters, Alan. I know you've been investigating our affairs, but I'm really different from a supernatural creature like a succubus. I have parents, and I also had a growing family when I was a child." Randolph side Looking at the face, Allen could see the fine hairs on his face and the unshaven beard under the light.

"Well, it does look like an ordinary person." Allen muttered.

He had always had a guess before, based on known information.The mysterious and complete demise, to use a metaphor, is the ebb of the tide, which happened more than 100 years ago.That is, the time when the angel Metatron died.

If they were going to use this secret technique, it should have started at this time.It is understandable that succubi or other extraordinary creatures that appear around the world can last for such a long time, so does this mean that Randolph is also a person at this time?

Allen guessed this, and decided to try it out before.

"Where were you born?"

"Rhode Island, the smallest area, the longest name - Rhode Island and Providence Manor State."

They chatted aimlessly about their childhood hometown and their early life.The part about Randolph was made up by Lu Yi based on the background of the card itself. He asked Allen to talk about these things, part of which was to chat, just to satisfy the detective's curiosity, at least stop chasing him Explored all kinds of things.

He has secrets, and the system itself has secrets, which are rarely known to outsiders.

He said something about his experience with the card Randolph Carter.

Randolph said: "I come from a normal family in this country, and I have a family history of mental illness. If I hadn't gotten into this business now, I think I might be a writer and write poetry or short stories for a living. You know Well, psychosis is an advantage for both investigators and writers."

"Oh, the writer sounds like a lot more promising than the current wanted smugglers."

On the surface, Allen was talking to Randolph casually, but he was thinking seriously in his heart.

Why did Randolph take the initiative to reveal this to him?What is his intention?It could just be that Randolph suddenly wanted to chat, and Allen was a good one to confide in.

But how likely is that?Randolph is a person who is casual on the surface, but has a strong purpose and action on the inside.He is so abnormal.

What makes him so weird?Has his spirit lost control?So much so that a hole was pried out in his impenetrable heart defense.Let them sit on the side of the road and chat like two ordinary people who are just frustrated in life.

Allen thought of the price represented by that ceremony again, and his heart was heavy.

But this is also a good opportunity, taking advantage of the alcohol and slack, to get out information.

Allen chatted along Randolph's words, pretending that he hadn't noticed anything, and in order not to arouse any vigilance, he never took the initiative to attack, and at the same time encouraged himself in his heart.

"Before my father was in the mental hospital, I was taken by him once as a child to Narragansett Bay, just south of Providence. There is no bridge, and the only way to cross the harbor is by boat. …”

Allen put down the cup suddenly, "No bridge?"

"No, and the boat was moving very slowly. The sea wind seemed to be very strong that day."

caught you!

Sighing, Allen suddenly felt a little tired, "Randolph, when will you have some truth in your mouth. Is it difficult to just tell me the truth, not what you think I should know? It has been like this from the beginning.. ...."

"I do not have."

Randolph looked at him with those emerald green eyes, the irises were moist and innocent.

"You just told me that you're just a regular guy, not some old monster that's lived a long time. But, Randolph, Narragansett actually has a bridge. The Newport Bridge across Narragansett Bay, completed in 1969. Connecting Newport and Jamestown, they are both harbors.

So, what year was your childhood? "

"It's not a lie." Randolph shrugged. "I did have a family and parents. It's not some Greek goddess of beauty that grew out of the sea."

"Let's stop playing with words. Tell you a truth that needs to be remembered. Never underestimate a detective."

Wow, it's exposed.Lu Yixin said that after all, Randolph's resume was indeed more than 100 years ago.He also doesn't have the kind of detailed knowledge of the local area, and a perfect resume is almost impossible.

But it doesn't matter, Allen knows it when he knows it.Anyway, as he himself said, he is a clever detective, and this kind of people tend to like to come to a conclusion by themselves, and then believe in this conclusion.

Allen looked at Randolph, and the other party seemed to have separated from their chat again, and began to be in a daze.

He was just in a daze?What is he thinking?A thought flashed through his mind.

"Hey, Randolph, be honest, what year and month were you born?"

"1890."

"Ordinary people? Huh."

Allen was joking, but his heart was heavy. He already knew that Randolph and the others did not belong to this time.Combined with Randolph's abnormal performance, including his actions during this period, he had an ominous premonition.

To tell the truth, whether it is spreading mystery to ordinary people, or teaching him mystery.It makes people feel that these people are explaining their funeral.

The thought flashed...

Maybe God, maybe Satan, no matter who bless, I hope I think too much.

Here, after Lu Yi separated the Randolph card from Allen, he began to knock on the system.

"Are you ready?"

"...how much do you remember?"

"A little bit, but enough that I know what to do now."

"Ok."

After the system finished speaking, Lu Yi clicked on two cards.

【Qingshui 虺】、【Green Sheep】

Get out the ones that are broken, such as angel cards.They are currently the most polluted by evil gods.

The moment he clicked on the card, Lu Yi felt a scream of pain in his brain as if being stirred by a long needle.His own consciousness was disturbed by the pollution coming from the card, and his eyes exploded into white light.

At the same time, in two places in the world, two pairs of beautiful eyes opened at the same time, scarlet madness flickered in the darkness of the eyes, but when one looked carefully, their expressions were firm and their eyes were clear.