It was sunny in the morning, but now the sky has become gloomy for some reason - gray clouds and mist covered the city-state of Plande from top to bottom. The clock tower and chimneys in the distance seemed to have turned into shadowy ink paintings against this hazy background. The cold wind blew in gusts, and the wind direction was unstable.
Two cars drove out of the Underwood mansion. One of them drove straight onto the avenue and sped towards the city center, while the other turned onto a shortcut road leading to downtown and drove off into the distance under the gloomy sky.
Morris sat in the driver's seat, carefully steering the vehicle on the small road while glancing at the weather outside.
The sky was even darker than before. The chaotic wind was almost howling, blowing the colorful flags on several nearby towers and fluttering them wildly.
The sudden bad weather made him feel vaguely uncomfortable and reminded him of the last time he went to the antique shop.
The weather seemed to be just as bad at that time.
The old man raised his right hand and patted his forehead to cheer himself up. At the same time, he glanced at the stone bracelet on his wrist out of the corner of his eye.
Only four colorful stones were left between the ingeniously constructed knots. These divinely blessed stones glowed faintly in the dim sky, bringing a calming atmosphere to the soul.
Lahem's protection can temporarily save scholars' lives when faced with knowledge beyond their understanding, but this protection has only limited effectiveness in the face of truly dangerous Warp shadows. Morris doesn't know what will be waiting for him when he goes to the antique shop this time, nor does he know if these stones can still protect him like last time.
But he still set out on his way to the antique shop.
As long as he controlled his curiosity, as long as he did not open his "Eye of Truth" again, as long as he did not observe Mr. Duncan and the things around him recklessly, he would be safe - the warp shadow was friendly (although this was incredible), and as long as he did not cross the line, she would not harm him.
It’s even possible that she could help.
Morris took a deep breath and let his pounding heart slowly calm down.
He knew that he had touched upon some terrible truth beneath the peaceful appearance of the city-state, and as a historian, he had roughly guessed what the truth was. However, he did not choose to report the matter to the church in person, but instead ran towards an indescribable being from the warp space.
This is undoubtedly an act of rebellion and even heresy.
But he still made this bold decision.
Heidi has gone to the cathedral. Her act of seeking asylum and the cryptic message she sent should alert Bishop Valentine. He also prayed briefly before leaving. If Rahm is still paying attention to him, then he has fulfilled his responsibility to warn the church. Now he is going to the antique shop - taking three routes at the same time can at least increase the chance of success.
Something might have happened to Vanna, and she is the inquisitor of the Deep Sea Church. Even she could have gotten into trouble, which made Morris dare not put all his hopes on the church.
I just hope that at least the cathedral itself has not fallen, and hope that... my choice to let Heidi seek refuge in the cathedral and warn the public is the right one.
A loud thunder suddenly sounded, and after a loud bang, a noisy sound came from the distance.
Morris, who was driving and thinking about something, was startled by the sudden noise. He subconsciously looked in the direction of the noise and vaguely saw thick smoke rising from a building in the distance.
It seemed that a lightning strike had set the roof on fire - bad weather, bad luck.
The building was heading in the direction he was heading. Morris couldn't help but curse under his breath, then he chose another small road nearby and drove in.
However, he had not been driving for long when he saw several mad wolfhounds suddenly jumping out of the alley ahead, and a drunk man holding a stick following the mad dogs. When the drunk man saw the car driving into the alley, he immediately rushed up cursing and waving the stick in his hand wildly, as if he wanted to stop the car.
"Where did this lunatic come from..." Morris frowned and honked the horn hard to get the drunk man to sober up and get out of the way. However, after hearing the horn, the drunk man
Instead, he became even more reckless and rushed to the front of the car, cursing, and smashed the hood of the car with a stick.
Morris was startled by the bang, and seemed to suddenly realize something. He immediately stared into the drunkard's eyes and shouted in a low voice: "Modazolo Geometry!"
The vast and chaotic knowledge and memories suddenly poured into the drunkard's mind and set off a brief thought storm in his surface consciousness. The reckless man probably didn't even often use addition and subtraction of more than two-digit numbers on a daily basis, so he immediately let out a scream of pain and fear and ran away frantically.
Morris immediately restarted the car, drove straight past the mad dogs that were still barking wildly on the roadside, and rushed towards the increasingly gloomy street ahead.
After getting rid of the temporary trouble, Morris's face did not relax at all. A sudden large ditch appeared in his field of vision, and a steam pipe on the side of the road suddenly burst. The hot air blocked the way, and his bad feeling was finally confirmed.
It’s not that the weather suddenly turned bad, it’s not that trouble suddenly popped up, it’s not that I’m just unlucky today.
There is something stopping me - stopping me, the "one who perceives the truth", from moving forward.
This is not a tough blockage, nor a direct fatal threat. A series of unexpected events is more like a kind of "stress response", like an automatically running warning rule.
How does this warning rule come into effect? How do “they” find themselves? Is it because of their own “awakening”? Or is it a specific action
I only vaguely realized the truth and did not directly confront the mastermind, so I encountered a series of "obstructions". What about Vanna? What did she discover and what did she encounter that caused her to disappear in the real dimension
Morris silently chanted the holy name of Rahm, and checked the colored stones on his wrist with the corner of his eye. He drove around the obstacles in front of him and chose a road leading to the fourth block. Search @精華书阁 on Baidu to read the latest chapters of The End of the Deep Sea.
On the wide, straight road, how are “they” going to stop me
Morris blinked, and suddenly, he saw a figure other than himself in the rearview mirror.
A "person" wearing a tattered ascetic robe, skinny and shriveled like a skeleton, with a weird smile on his face was sitting in the back seat. Through the reflection in the rearview mirror, this skinny and weird person was staring into Morris' eyes.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Morris," the shriveled and weird figure suddenly spoke, and was surprisingly polite, "Where are you going?"
"I should have thought of it earlier... When Mr. Duncan and I discussed the 'Wilhelm summons incident', I should have thought that it was you, the so-called 'preachers'..." Morris slammed on the brakes, turned slightly and looked at the figure sitting behind him, "... When did you sneak into this car?"
"It's hard to say. It could be yesterday, or it could be 1889, when you and your wife just bought this car." The skinny man seemed to be smiling, and the dry flesh on his face wrinkled into a ball. "You are in such a hurry. Is there something important?"
Morris remained silent, but the skinny End Preacher didn't care. He just continued politely, "No matter where you want to go, I can't let you go - but I won't take your life. After all, you once prayed to the warp in the fire, so you can be considered half our compatriot... Ah, you don't know who you were praying to at that time, right?"
Morris's expression suddenly changed twice, and finally turned into a bitter smile: "I see..."
"As we often say, the Warp is the promised land. It will respond to all the wishes of all living beings and grant them perfection fairly..." The End Preacher raised one hand and spoke piously and gently, then his eyes fell on Morris, "What are you going to do next? Try to expel me? I have learned about the power bestowed on believers by the God of Wisdom. It is said that your words can turn knowledge and memory into power, making the words spoken become as powerful as bullets. I really want to see it..."
“Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!”
Six deafening gunshots suddenly exploded in the car. Before the End Preacher could finish his words, he was shot to death by a large-caliber revolver.
A body with two bullet wounds in the heart and one in the forehead.
The shriveled body quickly turned into pale fragments and drifted away in the wind like dust.
Morris stretched out his right hand from the angle blocked by the seat beside him, and a revolver was still emitting smoke.
"I have bullets, why am I wasting time talking to you..."
The old scholar muttered a few words, casually replaced the bullets in his revolver, and started the car again.
He knew that his journey was still difficult, and there might be something blocking him ahead - killing a stupid-minded preacher of the end would not end it all.
This preacher of the end might even continue to haunt him tomorrow - since this guy dared to get on this car, it meant that he didn't care about death at this moment at all.