Mermaid Reef

In people's perception, the time on the train seems to be distorted by an invisible hand. The first day passed strangely and long, and there was even a murder case, but the second day was ridiculously fast, and it was noon in the blink of an eye. .

The waiter in the dining car handed over the menu. According to the rules, today is Italian food.

The ingredients are fresh and have just been brought up from the Milan train station in Italy.

The old earl, suffering from a headache, did not show himself, while his butler was asking the chef to make a bouillon.

The butler looked like he hadn't slept all night, and the underside of his eyes was blue.

"The Orient Express has none of the comforts of those writers' travel notes."

A passenger complained in a low voice that he had a nightmare all night, which was messy, and he couldn't remember the content at all when he woke up in the morning, only feeling tired.

Some of the other passengers agreed, while others opposed it.

"No, it's summer travel that makes you uncomfortable."

"It was caused by the banker's murder. I didn't dare to sleep soundly. I was afraid that someone would sneak into the box last night...or ambush me in the corridor of the bathroom and open the wooden box for me."

"Ha ha ha, that can't happen! You neither deceive a noble gentleman nor have the ability to abandon a lovely lady to break her heart. Your enemy is more likely to hire a murderer to lie in wait open a wooden barn for you in an alley or in a smelly wharf warehouse instead of doing it yourself. After all, the fare on the Orient Express is not a small figure!"

"Oh, my dear lady. If I had your wisdom, I wouldn't have to worry about staying up all night until dawn to figure it out!"

The Italian man next to him, who had been flattering his wife all the way, joined the conversation not to be outdone.

They had completely forgotten about the coin and the curse, and even thought it was a story invented by the English tabloids.

"Stop talking about those Englishmen... God knows what a bore they are to believe such a thing."

The Italian man spread his hands exaggeratedly, "Hundreds of years ago, there were too many stories like this in Venice, mummies from Egypt, pendants of executed prisoners, oh, maybe also the spoils brought back by the Crusaders from the Far East? It is said There are pagan curses on it! But they are useless, Madame, there are many old churches in Venice, and God is watching us."

He spoke deftly of the churches in Venice, and cordially invited his lady to an opera house to enjoy a classic repertoire.

Jason turned his head and listened carefully.

Gemil was staring at his plate in a daze.

It was pasta cooked in white wine and butter, with shellfish.

The noodles were pitch black, and the forks were stained black.

There are also fried cuttlefish tentacles scattered on the surface. The heat is just right, white and tender, and slightly charred, as if they can still bounce.

John who just walked into the dining car: "..."

An evil god wearing a silver mask gazes silently at a plate of squid ink spaghetti.

This picture is too shocking.

The detective coughed violently, he wanted to know who recommended this dish to Gemil.

Gemil looked up.

John found a vacant seat and ordered pasta with basil sauce from the waiter in the dining car.

As for the chill running up his back, John tried to ignore it.

Yes, as long as you ignore the people at the table like other passengers in the first-class car, you can easily enjoy the beautiful scenery outside the window, and there will be an authentic Italian food in front of you soon.

This world is still the original world, as long as you accept a well-paid commission, you can happily travel around the world and enjoy the sunshine that London does not have.

Life will be pleasant and beautiful.

John made a summary in his notebook. If he wants not to touch the mystery, it is very important to pretend not to see it.

He needs to observe the reactions of the people around him at any time, and don't act like a sharp-eyed detective who always finds details that others can't notice-you should look out of the corner of your eye and keep your expression tensed. If it doesn't work, you can learn from Dr. Abel , nonsense to come up with a scientific explanation.

"Ah."

Gemil laughed softly.

He "sees" what the detective writes and draws in his notebook without hindrance.

Humans are always so naive.

In this gray real world, a pearl really stands out.

When you haven't been in touch with mystery, it's like a layer of dust on the surface of a bead, and it can be mixed with stones to avoid attracting the attention of the evil god's family.After what happened in Black Reef Town, the dust has been wiped away, and this light will continue to attract mysterious power until it is polluted and swallowed.

This is the main reason why "mystery" cannot be touched.

Even if one is lucky enough to avoid the pollution of the power of the evil god, "bad luck" will come in droves.

Gemil didn't care about a human's life at first, because human life is too short. There is actually no difference between living to 30 years old and living to [-] years old.

Just like humans rarely work hard to help ants, just to live a few more minutes for a certain bug.While those few minutes may be important to ants, they are nothing to humans.

It must be admitted, however, that Mr. Detective is a lucky ant.

He "witnessed" a wonderful relationship between evil gods and evil gods.

——If the city of human beings is the sea area where two deep-sea monsters chase and swim, then the water splash that has been a witness has a special meaning in the eyes of the giant beasts. Don't fade away.

It is best to complete this ancient ritual completely and resurface, and then the fire of John Doe's life is slowly extinguished. This is a perfect witness.

So how long does the detective need to live?

About 50 years?

Or 60 years, 70 years?

Gemil is not sure about the specific time, after all, the life of the evil god is too long, and the life of human beings is too short.

In this way, the detective becomes an ant whose "living a few more minutes" means a lot.

Of course, the so-called meaning is only Gemil's unilateral idea. He found that humans generally call this thing romantic, and it is a decoration to enhance the atmosphere.

After solving the gold coins yesterday, Gemil mentioned this idea to Jason.

Jason: "..."

After thinking about it carefully, there was indeed a romantic atmosphere, so I immediately agreed.

So John Doe got a gift, a pearl containing the power of the two evil gods.

——It can indeed save lives, but its most important ability is to cover up the light of this human body, so as to prevent John's excessive willpower from attracting some messy things to eat him up.

"Human beings should not peep into the real world. Ignorance is the cornerstone of their peaceful life."

Gemil stared at everyone in the carriage.

Jason said casually: "Now we have supplied this cornerstone to Mr. Detective, and I believe he is a smart man."

Definitely live for decades.

Jason stared at the bead on John.

It was the product of the perfect fusion of his breath and Gemil's power.

"After the bead was consumed by the dream last night, its power has increased... What did you show him in the dream?" Jason asked suspiciously.

Gemil's tone was suddenly erratic, as if he was avoiding: "It's nothing, you can see that he is intact, and you know that he didn't see anything he shouldn't see."

"Really?" Jason didn't believe it.

He suspected that Sea God had put some strange things into the dream.

Jensen wasn't sure before, but now he knows Gemil.

The Poseidon, who looks lazy, is actually not restless at all. As long as Gemil is given a chance, he can play to the extreme - in human terms, this may be the talent of an artist.

On this planet, Gemil is the most outstanding musician among the evil gods.

"Uh, there might be a little surprise." Seagod imitated humans, propped his arms and elbows on the table, and rested his chin on the back of his overlapping hands.

It looks innocent and harmless.

If he took off the mask, looked at Jason with those pure golden eyes, and opened and closed his thin crimson lips slightly to spit out beautiful words, then no matter how ridiculous he said, Jason might be temporarily confused by him Mind, believe his nonsense.

Too bad there are humans here.

Gemil must abide by the rules of the game, he cannot take off his mask and affect the ants here.

Jason closed his eyes and opened them again. If he hadn't been used to it for the past two years, he really couldn't resist this temptation.

"Your surprise, do you mean using humans to announce your relationship with me?"

Jason felt that except for the lunatic Tonatiu, the god of scorching sun, other evil gods would not offend two of the same kind at the same time, or the same kind with such a perfect fusion of breath.

One of them is still an ancient god.

"Yes."

Gemil wanted to tell all the same people on the earth that he had found the person he liked, and he also connected with the other person, cultivating an extraordinary tacit understanding.

So this gift in the detective's hand is very necessary.

——All the evil god's family members who saw this bead would murmur, telling such a thing that needs to be paid attention to.

There are two evil gods who are forming a covenant, and a closer relationship than an alliance may occur.

Their whispers would reach their masters through a power link, and the news would waft through the dream realms of the evil gods.

Whether it is an ancient god or a new god, they will passively accept this message.

The corners of Gemil's lips hidden behind the mask rose.

Jason: "..."

Are you so happy to announce the good news?

Obviously this matter has nothing to do with other similar people, the artist really likes big scenes.

Listening to the prolonged whistle of the steam train, eating human food, and looking at Gemir sitting in front of him, Jensen suddenly found that everything was changing.

In the past, he could only sit alone in the carriage, looking at the distant scenery, and he would not appreciate the roar of the siren.

Gemil's palm turned into a shadow, and the shadow gradually covered the dinner plate, engulfing the strangely colored food.

"and many more."

Jason held up the fork and swept away the remaining squid ink noodles on the plate: "I'm curious how humans cook this kind of food, obviously their willpower is very fragile."

"Why don't you order this dish for yourself, but let the human chef here cook it for me?" Gemil asked with his head tilted.

"I thought you liked it," Jason replied calmly.

It's a pity that his power fluctuation didn't say that. Gemil looked at him deeply, looking at the branches curled up under the human appearance.

-It's all rolled up.

Gemil said seriously: "I really like it."

I like those black and soft tentacles, stretching and winding gestures.

"Thank you, gentlemen and ladies, for taking the Simplon-Orient Express... In two hours, we will arrive at the destination of this itinerary, the pearl of Italy, the water city of Venice."

The conductor of the first-class car replaced the conductor Mr. Sanger to perform his duties. He ordered the waiter in the dining car to pour half a glass of champagne for each first-class passenger.

People smiled and toasted, as a farewell to the companions of this short journey.

Gaimil watched the orange liquid pour into the transparent wine glass, and gently held the bottom of the glass with his slender white fingers, lifting it up like a human being.

The difference is that Gemil only looked at Jason.

Jason also picked up the wine glass, and the fragile walls of the glass knocked together lightly.

For humans, this is a very simple action. You don't have to worry about smashing the glass and breaking it, and you don't have to worry about splashing the wine with too much force.

And what about the two "persons" sitting at this table?

——The strength is just right, perfect.

They looked at each other and smiled, for this tacit understanding.

Venice, the human city closest to the sea.

Humans stop before the sea, but they don't.

Here is a new beginning for their relationship.

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The author has something to say:

Hint: After the Venice story ends, it sinks into the sea

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The essence of the evil god is evil and chaos, there is no such power as "guardian"

So if you want to save an investigator's life, what do you do?

Of course, put a stamp [This is the human being we want to kill] [We pre-determined the life of this human]

The other evil gods think about it and retreat

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[Remember, any gift is not free, you need to pay the price]

Many years later, an occultist said to John: The evil gods who gave you this thing have bad intentions. They want to kill you. Your life already belongs to them.

John: I lived to be 90

Occultist: Any gift has a price, humans should not accept anything from evil gods

John: I lived to 90 and I'm healthy

Occultist: ...

Jason (yawn): You don’t have to pick it up even if you ordered it

Gemil (yawn): It's still early

Volume Four: Eyes of the Rose