Heidi didn't notice anything unusual in her father's tone.
"Yes," she nodded calmly, "I went to Mr. Duncan's antique shop with Vanna, chatted with him for a few words, then gave Nina hypnosis treatment, and then came back with Vanna."
She hesitated briefly at the end, wondering whether to tell her father what she had heard from Nina about the fire and Vanna's strange reaction after hearing about it, but finally gave up the idea.
Vanna still remembered the extremely serious expression on her face in the car at that time. There might be dangerous hidden powers involved behind this matter, and it might be so serious that it would attract prying eyes as soon as it was spoken out. Although her father was also a believer in truth who served the god of wisdom Lahm, like herself, and could be considered half a supernatural being, like most believers in truth, he was more like a pure scholar and was not good at dealing directly with those dangerous things.
Morris still had a gentle and calm expression on his face. He nodded gently and said casually, "You must have stayed there for quite a while... Did you forget the time while chatting with Mr. Duncan? He is indeed a man with a strong thirst for knowledge."
"Um... that's not the case." Heidi looked a little embarrassed. "It's just that... I wasted some time on Nina's hypnosis treatment."
"When you hypnotized Nina?" Morris raised his eyebrows when he heard his student's name. "When things didn't go well, were you in a bad mental state? Was it affected by the museum fire afterwards?"
Fanna couldn't help but roll her eyes when she heard her father's series of questions: "You really care about your student. You are worried about her. You are fine. You just didn't have any anxiety. After your relaxation, you are not completely in trouble. It will affect the final exam. The delay you mentioned is because of something else."
Morris made a curious sound: "Oh?"
"Ahaha, maybe you were a little too tired at that time," Vanna laughed awkwardly, "You fell asleep before I hypnotized you, and slept until the evening..."
"He fell into a deep sleep while hypnotizing Nina." Qiu Yanhe's expression finally changed slightly, but I slowly regained control, "That looks like him."
"No one is careless, and you haven't had a vacation for a long time," Vanna waved her hand impatiently, "Hey, don't ask me anymore. You are such a mean person. You and mother are so relaxed when you come back a little later. You ask questions one after another..."
Morris just looked at his son quietly for a few seconds, then his usual irritable expression appeared on his face, and he smiled and shook his head: "Well, you are asking - there is no food in the kitchen yet, he can just go up and chill, you go see his mother."
"Okay," Qiu Yan nodded and walked towards the kitchen before saying goodbye to her father, but after a few steps she suddenly turned back and said, "By the way, you were planning to visit this antique shop before, right?"
"Yes," Morris said before he stood at the door of the bedroom. The wall lamp on the wall of the corridor next to him cast a dim light, casting a mottled shadow on my old face. "Is everything okay?"
"You left in a hurry today. Did you have a good talk with Mr. Heidi about Nina's situation? You need to write a letter later. Can't you take it with you when you go?"
"There is a problem," Qiu Yanhe nodded, and then as if speaking specifically to himself, he muttered in a heavy voice, "You want to go again..."
Qiu Yan left, but the gray-haired old historian was still standing quietly at the bedroom door. I seemed to be in deep thought. Nearly ten seconds ago, I finally breathed a sigh of relief and pushed open the dark wooden door.
The light in the bedroom was still dim. Only a large wall lamp was on in the elegantly decorated bedroom. The dim light sprinkled on, vaguely illuminating the outline under the bed.
Morris turned around and locked the door carelessly, then quickly walked to the head of the bed.
"Honey, is he all right?"
I spoke in a heavy and soft voice to the pile of ashes under the bed that maintained the outline of a human being.
This pile of ashes that submerged the human outline was filled with a faint murmur, as if responding gently to the floating and squirming ashes. Among the ashes, the knotted ribbon that was about to be completed made a slight friction sound, and the gorgeous silk rope quickly shuttled through the ashes, weaving knots quickly and hesitantly.
"Yes, it's very pretty, and your workmanship is very good sometimes," Morris heard the reply in the subtle murmur, and I smiled and said, while praising my wife's knitting skills, "He knitted this one for you, and you still have it hanging in your room."
The room was quiet. In the dim light, time seemed to be frozen at this moment as if it had been deceived. But half a minute later, Morris broke the silence: "Vanna went out today. When she came back, there was not a single red agate under her bracelet."
The ball of ash under the bed suddenly stopped moving and let out a high-pitched murmur.
"We are still trying to determine what happened. This is definitely a protection from our Lord Lahm that took effect, which means that Vanna encountered a danger today that was strong enough to penetrate your rational barrier. But Qiu Yan knows everything, and you didn't sense any intention under you," Qiu Yan said quickly, "It seems more like you brushed past something while fully aware, and passively triggered the protection of the bracelet..."
Morris suddenly stopped and listened to the loud whispers coming from the gray.
"Well, based on your reminder, Vanna saw the missing part under the bracelet. That's the problem - you thought this red agate existed once it was over," Morris nodded, "It's a self-protection mechanism, which may come from your intuition or the "enlightenment" of the God of Wisdom. But no matter what, that protection is preventing you from continuing to understand certain things...
"If you want to investigate, go by yourself."
The pile of ash under the bed was heaving slightly.
Morris shook his head: "It may be risky, so you will retreat to pray and divination, but you have to go there. In fact, you have been to this place once. It looks like an ordinary antique shop. There is a diligent shopkeeper and a studious child living outside. Did you ever sense any evil or evil forces entrenched outside
“So the security factor must have appeared in this store when Qiu Yan visited today, so the owner of this store may also be threatened—your student lives here, you have to go and take a look.
"After all, you are your teacher and the servant of the God of Wisdom..."
Qiu Yanhe spoke in a heavy voice, and then I heard a faint and loud murmur coming from the pile of ash under the bed. I listened for a long time and then quickly shook my head.
"Yes, we can alert the people in the chapel... Although our actions may be less effective, our overly drastic style may also cause harm to your students. For the guardians of the church, suppressing heresy and eradicating evil is too low a priority, and..."
Morris paused for a moment, and I sighed before continuing, "And you really want to attract the attention of the chapel. After all... you are a heretic in hiding who has not wavered."
With a high-pitched voice and tender eyes, I gazed at the pile of ashes under the bed, at... my wife, who had not died in the small fire eleven years later.
Watching the shadow you left in this world.
The ash rose up quickly, and every ray of ash seemed to condense into the shape of an arm, brushing across Morris' face.
"You know... you know..." Morris raised his head, as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was confessing to some tangible existence, "You are a person with wavering faith, but you are not willing to completely degenerate... The God of Wisdom has given you eyes that can see through illusions, but you firmly closed it and made an unrealistic wish. You want to keep him in that world, but you can't completely deceive yourself... Instead, you stuck yourself in the most embarrassing situation..."
I raised my head and tightly grasped the floating wisp of ash, but my fingers passed directly through the dust.
"You at least wish you knew everything like Vanna, so you could see his other side... You haven't seen him for eleven years."
A soft sound came from the ashes, like the friction of sand, or the crackling of a cool fire. Qiu Yanhe listened to the sound, and his mood calmed down little by little.
"You understand, you understand... Then everything will begin. The stage will never end. No matter what responds to your wish on this day, it will always come to collect the destined price. In fact, you are not ready for it. When it collects the price, you will make yourself disappear completely from that world. Even the shadow of the subspace will never be able to touch the real world through that 'wish', but..."
Morris raised his head and stared at the gray outline in the dim light.
"But, when that day comes... I will stay with you for a while longer."
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