Dorothy's Forbidden Tome

On the inner wooden board in the closed wardrobe, there is a strange pattern drawn with gray paint. If you look closely, it is an abstract moth with wings spread out.

On the bloated and fat body, there are flat symbols one by one, and on the spread out defective wings, there are groups of dizzying spirals drawn, and the short tentacles grow out from the head, bending into two lines opposite each other. Crescent.

Under the large moth print, on the bottom board of the wardrobe, there are candles of different lengths, a small table is placed in the middle of the candles, facing some kind of unknown powder, all of these The layout obviously contains some kind of mystical meaning.

'Is this a setting... an altar? Is this a hidden altar in this closet? Was the family worshiping something before they got sick and were sent away?'

Looking at the scene in front of her, Dorothy thought in her heart that she already had a lot of mystic knowledge, she knew very well that the arrangement in front of her was obviously a simple altar, and the appearance of an altar in a place must represent some kind of altar. worship.

'Since this is a holy altar, it means that what the family is worshiping, maybe the cause of insomnia is not due to the infection of a certain disease, but this kind of mysterious worship?

'Because this kind of worship is a secret belief, can it be possible to spread the truth of familialization through secret preaching among relatives and friends, that is, insomnia?'

Dorothy thought so in her heart, and then she began to seriously observe the moth engraving that was the center of the altar. After careful observation for several times, she found several lines not far from the moth engraving. Traces of knife carving.

The engraved mark spelled out a jerky Castilian phrase, and Dorothy tried to spell it out to understand it, and found that the content was like this.

"May Pan Mo bring sweet dreams, and may sweet dreams comfort my heart."

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Well, I'm sorry, because of Calvin, I was stuck last night until this morning and haven't been able to write much, and then I couldn't bear to write in the morning and went to sleep, and I didn't wake up until the afternoon, and then I got stuck until now.

As you can see, our schedule has collapsed again, and now I feel extremely tired, so I will take a day off tomorrow as usual to adjust my schedule, and try to update around the afternoon the day after tomorrow. Please forgive me, I have been sleeping too bad recently.

Chapter 410 Three Questions About Dreams

Conquer the North Shore of the Sea, Navaja.

In the afternoon, Dorothy was walking slowly on the streets of Navaja alone with a concentrated expression. At this time, she was conducting a survey on the homes of the insomniacs in the city through the small corpse puppets scattered all over the city. After reconnaissance, and soon found useful clues, in an abandoned patient's home, Dorothy's small doll found a strange altar in a closed wardrobe.

After that, Dorothy continued to search the homes of several other patients with the small corpse dolls, and as a result, more or less such moth-shaped marks were found in some hidden corners of their homes. Some families with rich families and spacious houses will set up hidden altars for imprints, while some poor families will simply carve notches on the head of the bed. The family houses that have been admitted to the hospital are almost deserted, and there are still families living in them. His expression was also completely dispirited.

After seeing the conditions of several patients, Dorothy almost confirmed her previous guess that the cause of the insomnia that ravaged Navaha was not a disease, but a kind of disease aimed at the so-called The secret belief of Pan Mo', judging from the current information, it seems that if you believe in the so-called Pan Mo, you will gradually suffer from insomnia, and eventually you will be sent to a mental hospital due to insanity.

This kind of secret belief is spread privately among relatives and friends, so there will be a phenomenon that relatives get sick together, and the mental state of the family members of those patients who have not been sent to the hospital is obviously not good.

So the question now is, what is this so-called pan moth? Why do you believe in it?

"Pan moth...the pan moth that brings sweet dreams, there is a secret worship of moths hidden in this small town, the moth here...what is it referring to?"

Walking on the side of the street, Dorothy was eating a piece of potato pancake snack she had just bought, while thinking in her heart that the name Pan Mo sounded somewhat similar to the gods such as the spider queen, the gluttonous wolf, the deep snake, and so on. I wondered if this was the name of another god, the name of a god related to dreams.

'The words on the side of the altar are to let Pan Mo bring sweet dreams...The guy who tried to steal information from Vanya has the ability to pull into dreams and invade dream cocoons without knowing it...those The name of the disease acquired by the mentally ill is insomnia...

"A lot of signs indicate that the associations entrenched in Navaja are associations related to dreams, and dreams are related to the two spiritualities of 'shadow' and 'revelation'. Now that the master 'revelation' Extraordinary has disappeared, then There is a high probability that they are the Extraordinary of the master'ying'assistant'qi'... Isn't this the little fox's master'shadow'assistant''qi''s dream-eating path? The association here is the same as the little fox There are relationships?

"What's even more strange... In this era, even if not only the main "enlightenment" Extraordinary is extinct, but also the auxiliary "enlightenment" Extraordinary is pitifully rare, only teachers like Adele and Aldrich It is only by chance that one can become an Extraordinary of Auxiliary 'Qi' by accident, without even inheritance, promotion depends on archeology, and this Navaha actually has a decent auxiliary 'Qi' association, it is simply inconceivable.'

While gnawing potato pancakes, Dorothy thought in her heart, judging from the feedback from Vanya, there were two of them who came to investigate, and one of them was directly killed by a large number of drug counterattacks. , and the other is that his companion ran away directly after the accident. This behavior of using two minions to investigate in one breath does not show how much he cherishes the so-called auxiliary 'enlightenment' Extraordinary.

'Send two assistant 'Qi' minions of around black rank to carry out such a task. I feel that for these guys, this kind of Beyonder who can enter the dream is not too rare, just a normal black rank Extraordinary. It is at the level of a medium-to-large association, but it is a bit unreasonable to think about it this way. If the auxiliary "enlightenment" Extraordinary is not a rare thing for that association, then as long as they can have a leader of the gold rank to resist the punishment of the inferior rank , wouldn't it be possible to use the rich divination resources to divination all other associations to the brim?

'And if they don't even have a golden leader, then there is a qualitative gap in strength with other big associations, and it is impossible to compete with other associations. Without the protection of strong power, they have so many assistants. "Isn't the Extraordinary just the fat in the eyes of other associations? It has been dismantled and divided up a long time ago. It is impossible to be here in a good way."

Slowly finished the potato cake in her hand, Dorothy thought in her heart, at this time she was deeply curious about the secret association hidden in Navaja, now she plans to use more There are many ways to further investigate this association.

Now Dorothy plans to continue to monitor the families of those patients who still have people, to see how their secret religious activities are like? There must be up and down lines for this kind of secret missionary activities, and the final line must be the association itself. As long as you continue to observe for a period of time and figure out the organizational context of this cult, you can quickly find out the members of that association.

Another point is that there is such an abnormal number of mental illnesses in the local area, but it has not attracted the intervention of the church or even the secret department of Castile. It seems that the city government should be controlled by that association, and the city government is under the control of that association. Did not report the situation here, and asked the mental hospital to remove the sign, so as long as the city government continues to investigate, the fox tail of the association can be caught. Dorothy has also kept some small corpse puppets in the city hall to watch all exceptions.

Under normal circumstances, Dorothy may have found their base camp after a whole day of scouting, but due to the deterrent force generated by the church fleet, this group of guys obviously terminated or slowed down The normal activities of the entire association have been disrupted, which has significantly hindered Dorothy's progress in following the vines. Although there have been a lot of investigation results, they have not found their stronghold so far. Dorothy estimates that there may be more It will take some time to get concrete results.

"Phew...it's getting late now, go back to the hotel and monitor slowly, and by the way, try to figure out what is going on with this so-called 'Pan moth'?"

After eating, Dorothy patted his hands, then looked at the darkening sky and murmured, then he turned and walked back to the hotel where he was staying.

After having a Castilian special dinner at the best restaurant near the hotel, Dorothy returned to the hotel room, sat down at the desk, took out her own magic box, and then Pulled out "Wen Hai Hang Zhi", and then turned to the newsletter page dedicated to Greg. After thinking for a while, she began to use other notes, and wrote to her brother in the name of a detective. after the first message.

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North Tivian, a quiet road in front of a residential area.

In the evening, a carriage stopped on the side of the road. Rego, who was wearing a vest, took his briefcase and clothes and jumped off it lightly. After turning around with a smile and saying goodbye to the driver of the carriage, Turned around and walked towards the residential area.

Greg, who has just finished working overtime day and night, got off work early today as usual. After arriving at the community where he lived in the bureau's special carriage, he walked quickly to the apartment where he lived. He planned to go back and change his clothes and find a place to have a good dinner.

'Hey...I feel like going out to eat every day is a waste of money, or I will eat in the cafeteria in the bureau and then come back? But it feels like it's too late...The main reason is that I don't know how to cook eat.

'I don't know how Dorothy eats in Tivian for a day. I guess she just goes to the school cafeteria. After all, I don't give her too much pocket money, and she doesn't ask me to prove it every month. She should have used it sparingly... Just like when she was in the village before, she is a child who is sensible and thrifty...

Chapter 410 Three Questions About Dreams

"But this time, if I give her more money when she travels, she must be able to live more comfortably."

Greg thought in his mind that, with his current income, he is already a wealthy class in the entire Preet. Although Dorothy can be given a lot of money to let her live like the rich lady Igwinter. But as a parent, in order to cultivate Dorothy's habit of thrift and not spending money indiscriminately, Greg's living expenses for Dorothy are not too much.

In front of Dorothy, Greg often said that although he had a little money, it was not too much, and he earned it very hard. He tried his best to establish an image that his life was not too rich, Let Dorothy not become proud and decadent because her family suddenly became too rich, and lose the spirit of hard work, which affects her studies.

Greg planned to tell Dorothy that he was actually very rich after she had at least graduated from high school. He thought that his sister's expression would be wonderful at that time.

While thinking about such things, Greg walked to the townhouse he was renting. After opening the door and entering the room, he was going to change his clothes. However, at this moment, he felt a slight sensation on his body. of the change.

"Is this... Mister Detective reminding me?"

Greg muttered with a slight frown, and then, he gave up his original plan to change clothes, and immediately went to his bedroom. After sitting in front of the desk, he took out a small book from the drawer. notes.

This is what Greg received at home not long after the Duke was assassinated. According to the attached letter, this is the usual means of communication with the detectives and other people in their organization, just like the eight-pointed human face Like the altar of the five sense organs of the spider and the afterbirth, the communication method of conveying prayers through the gods is only used at critical times.

Just now Greg was "reminded" by the imprint on his body, so according to what was said in the previous letter, there should be words written specifically for him on it now.

Greg opened his notes, and after flipping through a few pages, he found a series of unfamiliar handwriting floating on the pages of the book.

After carefully observing the words on the page, Greg frowned slightly.

"Hmm...Mr. Detective, do you want me to ask the little ancestor of the fox?"

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Time flies, and soon the sky has completely darkened, and night has officially fallen on Tivian. Greg returned home quickly after going out to eat, and then took out the phonograph, playing melodious music while He was writing the investigation report to be handed in tomorrow on the desk. After finishing writing, he yawned big, then put the report back in his briefcase, turned around and went to the bathroom to take a shower. After putting on his pajamas He looked at the time on the wall, then turned off the light, lay down on the bed and covered himself with a quilt.

After completing the lucid dreaming method, Greg quickly fell asleep, and while staying awake in the dream space, he chanted the Mimic spell, and then turned into a huge pitch-black hound, and then let out a roar.

In the roar of the black dog Greg, the dream space opened an illusory door.

Without hesitation, the black-dog Greg immediately got into the door. After passing through the door, he left his dream and came to the dream forest. Standing on his dream cocoon, Greg looked at the endless towering giant tree.

"Yo~ Heigou, you were quite punctual today, it seems that you have really finished working overtime."

At this time, a familiar and clear voice came from below Greg. Hearing this voice, Greg looked down, and saw the familiar little white fox squatting in front of a dream portal, wagging its tail.

"Yes...Miss Fox, the last overtime is finally over, and I can finally have a normal sleep time."

Responding to the words of the little fox below, Greg jumped onto the grass in the woodland with the help of the branches of the giant tree. The little fox nodded and opened his mouth after glancing at Greg.

"Well... it's not bad, it's not bad if you can return to normal sleep, you haven't been to the dream world for several weeks, I thought you died on a mission, I asked Lord Dragon, and he said that you actually It's working overtime."

"Hehe... If I add another week, I think I will die..."

Greg the black dog complained like this, and at this time the little fox was about to turn around and walk into the portal behind him.

"Let's go, today we found a good hunting spot, it's not far from the dragon collar and it's safe, if you're lucky, you might be able to hunt some big guys~"

The little fox is about to enter the portal of Dream Anchor, and at this time Greg opened the mouth immediately.

"Please wait a moment, Miss Fox, I have something to ask you."

"Is there something you want to ask me? What is it?"

Hearing Greg's words, the little fox turned around unexpectedly and said, while Greg squatted on the grass and continued to speak.

"Some questions about dreams, I want to ask Miss Fox, do you know 'Pan Moth'?"

Greg said to the little fox like this, and after hearing Greg's words, the little fox immediately froze in place, and after a long while, she spoke again, and this time her expression changed. Some intense.

"Moth... You, where did you know about 'Moth'! How did you know about that false Oneiroi! Did you meet those traitors in reality!"

The little fox spoke to Greg a little excitedly, and seeing the little fox's actions, Greg was taken aback for a moment, and then continued to talk to the little fox.

"The False Oneiroi? The Betrayer? Miss Fox... What is going on? What is this Pan Moth? Who are the Betrayers you speak of? Do you have anything to do with them? "

Listening to Greg's questioning, the little fox paused for a while. She realized that she suddenly said too much. After remembering her grandfather's instructions, she immediately shut up and refused to reveal more. information, but asked cautiously.

"You tell me how you know about moths first, and I'll think about whether I can tell you more."

Hearing the little fox's question, Greg didn't hide it, but directly explained to the little fox.

"That's right, this question was asked by a colleague of Mr. Detective who helped me last time. He seems to be on a business trip and encountered some situations, so I want to ask you."

Greg said to the little fox, and the little fox was suspicious after hearing it.

'Ask me? Doesn't Mr. Detective belong to the same secret society as Lord Dragon? Why don't you ask Lord Dragon this kind of question and ask me instead? I think this kind of question is not too important, and there is no need to bother the senior management in the organization Or is he trying to test me on something?'

The little fox wondered for a long time on the spot, and after finally finding out the result of her suspicion, she spoke to Greg.

"Then... tell me what happened to the detective, and I'll see if I can answer you."

The little fox said so, and Greg didn't hold back. He directly told the detective to him about the abnormal phenomenon in a small city in Castile, and the little fox blurted out after hearing it.

"Insomnia? Moth worship? The dreams of the residents of this small town were cultivated by the Black Dream Hunters, and they were 'captured' by Pan Moth's 'chrysalis'. They used this to emerge that 'chrysalis'."

Chapter 410 Dark Dream

Somewhere in the dream world, the woodland.

In the forest made up of towering giant trees, on the grass with strange colors, the little fox with snow-white hair immediately expressed his own analysis after listening to Greg the black dog explaining the situation of a small city in Castile , after hearing the little fox's analysis, Greg couldn't help but also opened his mouth in doubt.

"Imitation chrysalis?...Captured? Miss Fox, what does this mean? What is that moth? Is all this related to the Black Dream Hunters?"

Greg asked the little fox like this, and the little fox, after thinking about it for a while, made a certain decision in his heart, and opened his mouth with a sigh of relief.

"Huh... It seems that Mr. Detective encountered the Black Dream Hunters in the real stronghold. It just so happens that I don't deal with them very much. If the detective is asking for their information, I can give it to you. Just to piss them off.

"But the problem is that this information contains a certain degree of knowledge of drugs. If I tell you a lot at one time, I'm worried that you will be overwhelmed."

The little fox said this to the black dog Greg, and Greg immediately responded.

"Don't worry about this. According to what the detective said, I can use a ceremony to pray for the blessing of the Lord Patunaks serves. This blessing can help me resist the damage of poison. I have already I tried it, and it was really useful, Mr. Detective said that if you want Miss Fox, I can also give you the method."

Greg said lightly, and after hearing the words of the black dog in front of him, the little fox couldn't help being surprised.

"Is the Lord that Your Excellency the Dragon serves... that Aka? I never thought that He would be able to grant the blessing of protection against poison. I have never heard of such a blessing before... And he also said that it can be used by me. If I use this kind of blessing, wouldn’t it be possible to digest more knowledge from the dream world, and even learn more advanced mimic spells?’

The little fox thought in her heart that she was going to go back and have a good talk with her grandfather at home before deciding whether to use such a blessing, and the first thing now is to explain to Greg about the Black Dream Hunters of information.

"Since you have such a blessing, then I will say it directly, listen carefully, the so-called 'Pan Mo' or 'Mo' is a hypocritical evil god who is trying to steal the real fantasy god 'Butterfly' power, and the Black Dream Hunting Group is a hidden sect that believes in him, and they are the minions of the moth."

The little fox said this to the black dog Greg, and Greg couldn't help being startled after hearing what the little fox said, and then continued to speak in doubt.

"Moth God... Butterfly God? What, what is this? Why did another Butterfly God suddenly appear? The Moth God and the Butterfly God, who is the god in charge of dreams?"

"That's naturally the God of Butterfly! Butterfly is the god of sleep and dreams. He is called the Carefree Maiden, Fairy of Butterfly, Fairy Queen, Fantasy Knight, and Messenger of the Moon. guardian of the

When Greg asked who was the real God of Dreams, the little fox responded without thinking. After hearing what the little fox said, Greg couldn't help being taken aback.

'Fairy Butterfly? Worry-free girl?...The title of this god, why is it a fairy and a fairy, a fairy tale? I remember hearing the fairy tale of the fairy in the lake when I was a child, and the fairy did have a fairy as a messenger look.'

Greg thought this curiously in his heart, and then continued to ask the little fox.

"Miss Fox, you seem to know the God of Butterflies very well. Are you his believer? Also, since the God of Butterflies is the real Oneiroi, where did the God of Moths come from? "

"Are you a follower of the Butterfly God? Well... you can count it as such, but please forgive me for not being able to answer more questions about myself for the time being. I am mainly talking to you about those guys in Black Dream.. ...A long time ago, the Black Dream Hunters also believed in the Butterfly God.

"The so-called Moth God, according to the Black Dream group, is the new form of the Butterfly God after it has transformed. They claimed to be followers of the Butterfly God a long time ago, but suddenly one day they claimed to have received a divine revelation. , they said that the butterfly god had transformed into the moth god.

"Black Dream called the Moth God the eternal dream god, the god of transformation, and the true god of worry-free. One day, the butterfly god will come to the dream world in a new moth form, and give eternal and beautiful dreams to all creatures in the world. , to make the world free from worry and pain, and they need to use various means to speed up the coming of the Moth God, which is the purpose of the Black Dream Hunters."

Sitting on the grass in the woodland, the little fox said to Greg with a serious and focused expression. Hearing what the little fox said, Greg paused, and then continued to speak.

"An eternal dream without worry and pain... Does this mean that all living beings sleep and dream together, and never wake up?! This is the real evil god!"

"Well, but the group of people in the black dream thought that they were saving the world, that they could build a worry-free heaven by abandoning reality and returning everything to dreams, so they believed in the hypocritical moth god and moved around for his coming. But in the teachings of the Butterfly God, the dream world is always only one of the pillars of the present world, the dream is the reflection of reality, the dream world cannot replace the present world, and the dream world cannot be reversed from reality. Dreams that lose reality cannot be called dreams , and there is nothing but nothing, for I also call the moth, the god of the void..."

Looking at Greg, the little fox replied quite seriously, and Greg was a little confused by the emptiness, emptiness, dream and other words for a while, he continued to talk to the little fox after sorting out his thoughts.

"In this way, it feels like a dispute between two factions in the same sect...It's really complicated. Anyway, I probably know what this moth is. Then you just now What is that pseudo-chrysalis you mentioned? You said that the Black Dream Hunting Group is using this thing to capture humans?"

"To be precise... it is the dream cocoon that captures human beings."

With a serious expression, the little fox continued to explain to Greg.

"Pseudo-chrysalis is a strange creature created by the Black Dream Hunting Group. They don't know what method they used. According to them, this creature was created by borrowing the power of a moth. It is an imitation of the moth. They used it to create Slaughter believers who believe in butterflies, you can call them pseudo-worms, pseudo-chrysalis, or pseudo-moths according to their growth stages.

"Pseudo-moth is an important force of the Black Dream Hunting Group. If the Black Dream Hunting Group wants to breed a false moth, it will choose a suitable place and hold a complicated and lengthy ceremony to create eggs.