Mermaid Reef

Jason put down his fork.

The current situation does not allow him to continue eating.

Those scorching gazes focused on him will soon usher in unfortunate negative effects.

"What's going on, my head is so dizzy."

Miss Vanessa was the first to show panic. Her body twitched uncontrollably. She tried to pick up the smelling salt bottle, but her fingers were weak.

Dr. Abel hurried to help her, only to find that she seemed to be suffering from a disease.

"My God, does this lady have epilepsy?"

There was almost chaos in the carriage again, when the conductor finally came.

The train conductor is an old man in his 50s. He can speak multiple languages, has a gentle and friendly smile, and is very well dressed.

He doesn't need to be busy with ordinary affairs on the train, he is only responsible for ordering the chefs and foremen.

The train conductor took a look at Detective Martin, displeased. In his opinion, the detective from Scotland Yard was a saboteur who was harassing first-class passengers on this luxury train without evidence, and pointed out a Swiss. The banker is linked with a gang of robbers.

Oh, Brit, nothing but hypocrisy is rude.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am Sanger, the train conductor..."

The train conductor's series of fluent and beautiful French made those passengers who don't understand French frown.

But there is no way, this is a French luxury train, and the train is in France.

The most important thing is that European aristocrats basically understand French. This is something they have learned since childhood, and the passengers in the first-class compartment should also understand it—except for the American businessman with a wounded throat, who can only stare blankly.

"No, Mr. conductor, these gold coins inexplicably appeared in our belongings, which insulted our reputation." Your lady angrily interrupted the conductor's speech.

Sanger had a headache, and the Italian man next to him suddenly stood up and pointed to Jason's table and asked, "How many people are there over there? Is it alone?"

"Ah?" Sanger subconsciously thought, isn't that an empty table?

At this time, the conductor in charge of the first-class car suddenly said: "This is Mr. Johnson and Mr. Gemil who live in cars No. [-] and No. [-]."

As the two names were announced, Sanger suddenly saw the two passengers.

He turned a blind eye to Gemil's mask and Jason's outstanding appearance, but looked at the Italian man strangely: "Sir, are you too tired?"

The Italian man blushed with anger, stood up and planned to find someone to testify for his "sight".

At this time, Gemil seemed to have missed his hand and knocked the spoon on the edge of the soup bowl.

There seemed to be invisible ripples in the air.

John looked up suddenly, and he felt a strange wind blowing, which seemed to be still gray.

Everyone stood there blankly, in a trance.

Detective Martin looked like a man in extreme sleepiness, toggling between trance and alertness, as if desperately struggling to retain consciousness.

John is sympathetic, so he decides to sneak up and punch Detective Martin in the back of the head.

The detective hit the ground.

When John looked up again, he found that Jason was already checking the gold coins.

At this time, the atmosphere in the carriage was very strange, everyone maintained their original movements, and looked dull and silent, as if they had become puppets.

The sharp sound of the siren outside the car window, the noise of friction and rolling of the wheels pulled by the rotating shaft and the rails...John was inexplicably cold. He felt that the whistle was like the screams of human beings before death, and the rumbling movement was also very similar to that of Black Lagoon Town. The dubbing in that bloody sea nightmare.

It seemed that many people were shouting, but it didn't sound like human voices.

John was horrified.

"Is it strange?"

This beautiful and pleasant voice made John sweat a layer of cold sweat on his forehead. He quickly came back to his senses and watched Gemil pour the bottle of white wine into his palm.

The pale golden clear wine flowed down slowly, like a clear spring, emitting an intoxicating fragrance.

The fingers curled up relaxedly, and the transparent reflection of the sharp nails blocked John's vision, only to see that not a drop of wine slipped from that hand.

John quickly closed his eyes, and he found that after Gemil didn't cover his whole body with a cloak, it seemed that every move could draw people's attention, which was very dangerous.

The Poseidon, who looks like a child playing with water but is actually drinking, is casually saying: "You are approaching the essence of this world, Mr. Detective."

"what?"

John asked warily.

Gemil put down the wine bottle and looked at the detective: "You heard an unusual sound just now."

John reluctantly said: "Steam boilers... the power plants of trains are all like this."

"No, that's howling from ancient times." Gemil raised a finger, and the face behind the mask was smiling.

John obviously had his eyes closed, but he could "see" a vague figure, his movements synchronized with Gemil's, sitting on the chair by the window and talking to himself.

"Some plants, and some animals...things that used to live in this world, then earthquakes happened, volcanoes erupted, and their dying pain and cries were buried deep underground like their bodies, and over time Slowly twist and deform.

"I didn't expect humans to dig them up.

"And stuffed them into the furnace, and let the crushed and unrecognizable carcasses burn in the fire, reduced to slag and ashes.

"What you heard was the howl of pain that was unleashed... how beautiful it sounds!

"I love this trip Jason arranged."

Gamil's cheerful voice made John pale.

Detectives have lost sight of the steam train and the coals that drive it.

What kind of train is this, a train that burns broken bodies and resounds with wailing?

"Could it be that the fog in London..."

It occurred to John that London was one of the cities most affected by industry.

Is this why the gray butterfly is dormant in London?

What floated over the city was not soot, but the ashes of corpses from ancient times, the last traces they left in this world.

"Yes, it's too small for me to notice, and Jason doesn't know, and I didn't know the answer until now. In short, strange things are prone to happen in that city, and newborn evil gods are also easily seen by humans. I have a suggestion, if If you don't want to get further into the nature of the world, don't go back to London."

Gemil folded his hands and spoke with a relaxed tone.

Just like caring for a familiar stray cat, keep it from running around in dangerous places.

John: "..."

Understood, after this entrustment, I will return to London to sell the property.

John turned his head with difficulty, opened his eyes and looked for Jason.

"Can these gold coins be recycled?"

"……cannot."

The gold coin in Jason's hand suddenly glowed bright red.

John was shocked: "What's going on?"

"Do you remember what I said, these gold coins encountered some accidents later and became very aggressive?" Jason pinched the gold coins, and the dazzling bright red faded again.

He piled these Spanish gold coins on the table, Gemil reached for them, and Jason slapped him directly on the back of his hand.

Jensen looked up and saw John's strange gaze, he explained calmly: "These gold coins are stained with other powers, I just stimulated them, Gemil, you can't 'add' a third power to the gold coins. "

"I don't like strange forces being confused with your breath."

Gemil insisted on reaching out, and a part of the shadow was separated from his palm, trying to hook those gold coins.

Jansen's fingertips also immediately appeared slender vines, tightly entangled in the shadow: "Let's find the source of the bad luck."

"Erase the contact first." Gemil did not give up.

"It won't be easy to find after erasing." Jason said with a frown.

"I can. I smelled that smell when the power was aroused just now. It's an annoying guy. If you get in touch with him, you will be in danger." Gemil's voice carried a trace of emotion.

Jason raised his eyes: "You know him?"

"It's an ancient god, sleeping on another continent." Gemil looked sideways at John, indicating that there are detectives here who can't tell the real name of the evil god.

Jason found the detective with his hands in his pockets, looking at the ceiling of the car, as if there were some delicate and beautiful patterns there.

Jason took back the vine silently, and Gemil took the opportunity to grab the gold coin.

"The fact that you failed to pay Mr. Detective was just 'bad luck' on the surface. The real trouble is the nature of the coins."

"What is the nature of coins? Gold?" John answered instinctively.

Gold is not coal, what is the wail from ancient times.

and many more!

The detective was taken aback.

His throat was dry, and when he managed to recover, he found that Gemil and Jason were staring at him, as if waiting for his opinion.

John was under a lot of pressure, so he bit the bullet and said, "This... These Spanish gold coins were minted in America. America is another continent you mentioned. These gold and silver are owned by Native Americans. Because the process of plundering is bloody, so curse Is it from those aborigines? Those aborigines believe in an evil god?"

Gemil flipped the gold coin in his hand with his fingers, and put it to his ear to listen, just like a human being picks up a conch to listen. He said slowly: "The power of blood and doom comes from thousands of years. Many blood sacrifices, they were buried with the bones in the ground or in temples, and they were recast into these gold coins by humans hundreds of years ago, but their power was weakened and they could not be detected at all, and they had new owners."

Gemil glanced at Jason.

Jason was thinking, he really didn't notice the overly long breath on the gold coin.

One is that those auras are really weak, and two is that he is a newly born mystery, whose power is far less than that of the ancient gods.

"That evil god..."

"Still asleep, I'm sure."

Gemil said seriously, "So that banker must have something of the same origin in his hand. According to you humans, it is an antique from America, a more powerful sacred item, and it inspired the gold coins. The smell of doom. Since the original owner was nowhere to be found, the gold coin is based on the connection of the new owner, while following the old curse of doom, taking revenge on all humans who 'did not' get it."

John was dumbfounded.

Jason mused and said, "So the person who bought the gold coins at first became entangled in the gold coins as long as they 'touched' the gold coins?"

Gemil dropped the gold coin and said: "After several owners died, the power of the gold coin has increased..."

Before he could finish speaking, there was a scream from outside the carriage.

I saw the banker's secretary stumbling over: "Doctor? I heard there is a doctor here, come and save me!"

Behind the secretary is the old earl's butler. His expression is quite calm, but his face is pale.

Their arrival is like an opportunity to break the dream. Everyone in the carriage wakes up from the trance one after another, skipping the argument of "how many people are on the table". Collusion, subconsciously dodge this table of people.

The conductor of the train, Mr. Sanger, covered his forehead. He subconsciously wanted to stop the British police detective from harassing the passengers, but when he looked down, the police detective seemed to have passed out lying on the table.

Before Sanger could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw the butler of Earl Legris leaning over and whispering: "Mr. train conductor, we just opened the door of Mr. Bauer's box forcibly, and found him bleeding and dying. gone."

"what?"

The train conductor was shocked and hurriedly called for someone.

"The doctor is here... Hey, what's wrong with you, doctor?"

Everyone found that Dr. Abel's eyes were straight, his expression was terrified, and his fingers were trembling, trying to point forward.

John was startled, and suddenly realized that Dr. Abel had seen Jason.

Because the people in the whole train were affected by the mysterious power, everyone could see Jason and Gemil.For other passengers, part of their memory was blurred, and they didn't feel abnormal. There were so many passengers on the train, they were all strangers they had never met, and their impressions were not deep, so they were perfectly deceived up.

But Dr. Abel is an exception. The detective is willing to bet that the memories of Abel in Black Lagoon come back together.

The poor doctor's willpower failed to withstand the test, and the severe headache made him start screaming, and then he passed out.

John only had time to catch the man.

Now there are three unconscious people in the dining car, the soprano Miss Vanessa, Dr. Abel, Detective Martin, and the American car dealer who almost choked to death.

The passengers were terrified.

What bandits, they're sure it's a curse!

John didn't have time to hesitate. He stood up, picked up Abel's medicine box, and said eagerly: "I also know a little about bandaging and medicine. Go to the first-class compartment."

——Why did the banker Bauer suddenly have an accident?

John speculated that Bauer was safe and sound in the previous series of curse events, most likely because he owned a certain Central American antique, which activated the doom gold coin, and the gold coin also used the banker as a transfer station to pick the target , kill humans, and return to Bauer's hands.

Now, the coin "found" Jensen.

They don't want this human being anymore.

Because Gemil forcibly wiped out Jensen's breath, the gold coins completely lost their "owners", and they were free.

A free bag of doom coins, on this speeding train!If you can't find the gold coins in time, more people will die!

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