Mermaid Reef

Passengers in the first-class compartment of the train were invited to the social compartment, which was divided into three rooms: the ladies' salon, the smoking room and the library.

"I bet Mr. Ball is dead," said the Italian man loudly.

Seeing the old count who was smoking a cigar, he said with an exaggerated expression, "There are no ladies here, I think Count Legris can tell us the answer directly, when your butler came back to talk to you just now, his face was very ugly. "

The old count ignored him at all.

The butler looked uneasy, and he whispered, "Your Excellency, you touched that gold coin..."

"There is no curse, just some clowns." The old earl said with a frown.

The butler wanted to say that Bauer's death was very strange, but he knew that his master was stubborn and it was difficult to persuade him, so he had to go to the conductor to negotiate with the conductor about checking the luggage.

The old earl did not agree to a search request from an Englishman, be it a police detective or a detective.

The butler could only secretly signal the servant to check the luggage behind the earl's back, and the servant agreed without hesitation, because the servant also found gold coins in his purse, turned blue with fright, and hurriedly handed them over to John Doe. Yi.

The detective casually took an empty plate from the dining car, caught the gold coin, and handed it to Gemil.

This makes everyone look at them strangely.

"Oh, this is a mystic scholar who has a lot of research on curses." John babbled nonsense, adding a non-existent identity to Gemil.

As a result, the eyes of the crowd became even more strange, because in the opinion of most upper-class people, mystic scholars are either liars or weird scientists. Anyway, they are not a decent image and should be kept at a respectful distance.

Then John found himself holding a plate, collecting gold coins one by one, a bit like begging.

Still begging with evil gods.

John: "..."

This is outrageous.

When John came to the library, he found Dr. Abel sitting tremblingly opposite Jason, like a quail.

"I found about a dozen gold coins." John put the plate on the table.

Mr. Sanger, the train conductor, looked at the gold coins like the plague. The flesh on his face was shaking, as if he wanted to throw John out of the window together with the gold coins.

The rest of the library was not much better, with the ladies avoiding the salon next door and the gentlemen in the smoking room.

The American car dealer wanted to hear the specific situation, but was persuaded to leave by the conductor.

"Cursing such a thing is still too absurd. I think we should find the murderer quickly..."

Sanger's eyes flickered. According to his thinking, if this matter cannot be suppressed, just find someone to be the murderer.

It's best to have a personal grievance, and it can't have anything to do with the Orient Express, let alone a curse, otherwise, after the murder case is published, it will affect the ticket sales of the International Train Sleeper Company.

"Where's our Mr. Detective?" John asked.

John guessed that Detective Martin should also wake up, why didn't he see him here.

"Oh, he might be too tired, feverish, and talking nonsense, so I gave him an injection." Dr. Abel said dryly. He knew what happened to Detective Martin. His symptoms are much lighter, and it is estimated that he will return to normal by tomorrow.

Then, regardless of the train conductor's ugly face, John quickly told the clues found in the corpse of the banker Bauer.

"This is all nonsense speculation!" Sanger couldn't help shouting out. In fact, he heard the conversation between the detective and Gemil in the first-class car.

Sanger suddenly met Jason's gaze.

As if falling into an ice hole in the cold winter months, Sanger felt that he had lost control of his body, and he sat down in fear, unable to recover for a long time, like a dull puppet.

Doctor Abel glanced sympathetically at the conductor.

"Tonatiu."

Jason frowned deeply, he was indeed a very troublesome ancient god.

No wonder Gemil didn't hesitate to wipe off the breath, let the gold coin wander around, and also cut off the connection left by Jensen on the gold coin.

"Let's put it this way, if I felt that the ancient god who was about to wake up in Black Lagoon Town was not Gamir, but Tonatiu... I would run away immediately." Jason said blankly, "So The place that Pastor Conor should choose to hide is not Black Lagoon in Iceland, but the American continent."

John gave a dry cough and looked at Gemil awkwardly.

Dr. Abel didn't know, but he knew that Gemil had been looking for Jason for two years, and Jason must have left Black Lagoon back then!

"The ancient gods... don't seem to be easy to provoke, don't they all have to run away?" John asked tentatively.

"That's different," Jason replied.

"It's very different." Gemil emphasized that he seemed a little angry.

The shaking of the carriage intensified, and the roar of the steam train changed, as if countless voices were screaming.

Abel hugged his head, his eyes turned black.

The vision is fleeting.

Gemil regained his composure.

The doctor tremblingly asked to check the situation outside the carriage. John regretted that he had said the wrong thing, and quickly pushed the doctor out.

John moved the sluggish train conductor to the side, sat down again, and said wearily: "I lost Pastor Conor's notes in Black Lagoon, so I don't have a deeper understanding of the occult. London then read some books related to myths and legends, including American adventure novels."

Therefore, detectives can deduce the true source of the curse based on the characteristics of the sacrifice with the heart disappearing.

"Tonatiu is a very cruel ancient god." Jason repeated, "not only to humans, but also to the same kind."

John's pupils contracted.

Jason continued: "It likes to devour its own kind, and almost ate up all the evil gods in that continent, whether it is the one who provoked it or the weak newborn god."

——After the evil gods die, their memories will become a broken and invisible substance, wandering in this world.

Newborn evil gods will absorb these substances.

So Jensen knew that "Norse Sea God" was a relatively lazy ancient god, so he chose to submit a customs clearance application (although he failed to get away with it in the end). If he was facing Tonatiu, Jensen would not kill Priest Conor, He will run away immediately.

It is definitely not the way of running around the earth twice, finding human cities to hide all the way, trying to get rid of Gemil.

Because Tonatiu once swallowed a human city directly in order to swallow an evil god.

"I'll hide on the moon." Jason said coldly.

The detective raised his neck subconsciously, and then found himself sitting in the carriage, unable to see the sky.

Even if you see it, it's still daytime...

wrong!

John stood up suddenly and asked in surprise, "We were supposed to arrive in Switzerland in three hours, but why hasn't the distance to the snow-capped mountains outside the window changed?"

"After I found out that the gold coins were related to Tonatiu, I brought the train here." Gemil said that he did it.

John breathed a sigh of relief and sat down slowly.

It was so dangerous, I was almost scared to death.

"Uh, that's great. After all, we're gradually 'arresting' the gold coins, and the rest of the gold coins will jump out of the window and escape when they find something is wrong." The detective bit the bullet to comfort himself, and at the same time he wondered what the hell this is, a gap in time. ?After staying for a long time, will there be any accidents for the passengers in the car?

Gamil reminded him: "Would you rather the entire train die, or would Tonatiu be woken up by the sound of the blood sacrifice?"

Jason then said: "If you don't want both, go find the gold coins and that antique gold box as soon as possible."

John: "..."

Seeing the detective's tangled face, hesitantly leaving the car, Jason couldn't help laughing.

"Fun with ants?"

Gemil's shadow stretched out quietly, wrapping around Jensen's arm.

Jason thought about it. He felt that John was sometimes like a cat and sometimes like a dog.

The appearance of being forced to work is like a stray dog ​​drenched in the rain, dejected and feeling the hardship of life.

"...don't go to the moon."

"what?"

Jason froze for a moment, he looked at the large shadow in front of him.

Gemil whispered: "There are some things that the new gods don't know, because the gods who know these things are not dead."

This logic sounds weird, but Jason understands it as soon as he hears it.

The new gods only inherit the memories of those who died of the same kind. If the ancient gods who knew the secret were not dead, they would have no way to learn about it.

But Jensen didn't understand why the moon couldn't go.

"Isn't that how the amazingly fast Kukulkan (Feathered Serpent) escaped the slaughter?"

Jason didn't just say that he ran to the moon. There are real success stories.

As the evil god that survived in the American continent, the series of choices made by Feathered Serpent are extremely wonderful, which can be called an iconic example.

When Tonatiu fell into a deep sleep, the Feathered Serpent arrogantly occupied the human belief in that continent, and became the god of human sacrifice in one fell swoop.

——Accompanied by the rainy season brought by the Feathered Serpent God, the clouds are dense and everything grows, and the torture of the scorching sun god Tonatiu lashing the earth will temporarily stop. This is the myth and legend of human beings.

Gamir took off his mask, with a mocking smile on his lips: "Kukulkan is also an ancient god. When it inevitably falls asleep, do you think it dares to build a nest in America? Even if the ants there believe in build tall and beautiful temples and pyramids for it."

"what do you mean……"

Jason also looked up like a detective.

The difference is that his gaze can penetrate the top of the car, through the clouds, and see the moon.

"Yeah, no place on this planet is safe. When Feathered Serpent thinks it might be swallowed by the Burning Sun God in its sleep, it has only one choice left, one that has helped it escape countless times. A good place to catch your bad luck."

Gemir's voice contained irony towards the Feathered Serpent and disgust towards the Burning Sun God.

"The moon is not a good place." Jason corrected, it was too barren.

Barren to nothing.

So if a new god like him runs over, it may become a meal delivered to the door by the Feathered Serpent.

How cunning, when eating the first bite of food, the Feathered Serpent will also know that its deadly enemy, the God of the Sun, has awakened, because its success story is widely spread, if it is not for avoiding the god of the sun, Tonatiu, no evil god will run to the moon superior.

"Although there is one less good hiding place, there is one more powerful helper by your side." Gemil hinted strongly.

The shadow was like a tulle covering Jason's body, and it seemed to have swallowed him into his stomach.

At this moment, a panicked cry came from outside the carriage.

The door was also pushed open by John:

"Banker Ball's secretary is dead."

John saw the vines and shadows that he couldn't take back in time, his eyes suddenly went dark, and the world spun.

He vigilantly held onto the door frame, turned his head in time, and turned his back to the carriage.

Enduring the severe headache, I counted dozens silently in my heart.

Open your eyes, fortunately, not blind.

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The author has something to say:

Detective: Thank you, what I said is not blind is not an adjective, but a literal meaning (fortunately)

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Explain, this is not looking directly at the body.

The shadow is the incarnation of Gemil, the vine is only part of the end of Jensen, and it is still covered by the shadow

After thinking about it, the detective is under the influence of stimulation under special circumstances, and his willpower is temporarily strengthened by a few points, reaching 95.successfully spent