"The biggest disadvantage of this memory-reading item is that it needs to be used voluntarily by the user. It seems to be able to directly judge whether the user is being forced or induced. Therefore, its value has changed from an item that can be used for interrogation to A toy that can only watch memories."
While talking and closing the drawer, Jenkins immediately observed that the already strong blue aura became even more dazzling.
"1, 2, 3!"
The old elf counted out loud to three, and when he noticed that Jenkins, the unicorn, and the cat were all ready, he jerked off the lid of the music box.
Boom~
A small metal tree stood up, and then the music box made a pleasant music. The voice was melodious and pleasant, like falling jade beads, making people unable to bear to take their attention away.
The wind suddenly appeared in the closed room, and amidst the soft music, the clouds and mist swept by the wind quickly submerged all objects except elves, Jenkins, cats, and unicorns. And when the cloud cleared, although the music was still ringing in my ears, the high-end apartment and the music box had disappeared.
Although the vision in front of him has recovered, it is still as blurred as if covered in a layer of fog. This is a bit like Nolan's daily morning, with morning fog covering everything, but it doesn't obstruct the sight very much.
Jenkins looked at the old elf, but he didn't expect that instead of speaking, he raised his fingers to make a silent gesture, and then looked forward.
"What do you mean? Can people in memory still hear our voices?"
Jenkins thought in surprise, and then began to observe the surrounding environment.
This is a warm study room, the flame in the fireplace is like an elf, dancing happily on the stacked burning logs. Outside the window with a pot of prickly pears is the vast night, and heavy snow like goose feathers falls from the sky and the city puts on winter clothes.
It's just that the night here is not troubled by the lingering thick fog. If you want to come to this era in the memory of the old elves, the steam industry has not yet developed enough to allow human sins to pollute the world.
The only "person" in the room is Siam Nord, an elf who is sitting at a desk and reading a book. His appearance thirty years ago is almost the same as that of thirty years later. If you want to say the difference, except for the hairstyle, he is Siam who has been treated by Jenkins. Nord looks younger in everything.
The owner of the study room didn't care about the impolite guests in the room, presumably he couldn't see these strange visitors.
""Black Pine Cultivation Guide (Full Version)"."
Jenkins read the title of the book in the hands of the old elf in his memory, and felt that he was not surprised that the old man would read such a book in a neat study with a serious face.
boom boom boom~
There was a knock on the door, and then the people outside pushed the door open and walked in. It seemed that the knock was just to let the people inside know that someone was coming. The person who walked in was naturally the old elf's friend Harama Lansam. Compared with him thirty years ago, he who visited for the old elf's will thirty years later, almost nothing happened because of the years Variety.
"I remember Mr. Sianod said that although Mr. Ryan Sam is a human being, his blood is very special. Is he also a long-lived species... um, a long-lived species? Could it be..."
"Siam Nord, the lease term of the house is coming up. If you don't pay your share of the rent, we can only move to that poor house in the countryside."
The old man who walked in said very rudely, and Jenkins noticed that he was wearing a pair of flat glasses, which were very expensive decorations thirty years ago when the steam industry was not yet developed.
"It's not bad there either. I like the country."
The book-reading elf casually answered his friend's words, then twirled his slender fingers to turn the book to the next page, reading it with gusto.
"But you know, that house in the country is mine! Oh Sianod, what the hell are you saving up for? Why don't you join our scheme?"
The irritable old man yelled like this, because the facial expression was too big, the eyes slipped slightly from the bridge of the nose, and Mr. Lanesam subconsciously stretched out the middle finger of his right hand to push it, so the ring on the finger clearly appeared in front of Jenkins.
"It's that ring! No, no, it's similar, but it doesn't belong to any of the few I've seen!"
In the music of the music box, the two people whose memory is slightly blurred are still arguing. Jenkins bent over and observed the ring on the old man's naturally dangling finger in an indecent posture, further confirming that he did not see the ring. Yes, but it should be one of the ten rings that Dad said.
He didn't know how to express this opinion, so he could only shake his head at the old elf. The latter didn't know how to understand this action. With a light wave of his right hand, the continuous music in his ears changed immediately, and the originally cheerful music was filled with ethereal and strange feelings in an instant.
Thick fog poured in from all directions and flooded the small study room, and the quarrel between the two friends gradually disappeared.
When the thick fog cleared again, the second memory began. The moon hangs high in the sky, surrounded by towering tombstones. Jenkins has been here, this is the civic public cemetery in the suburbs of Nolan, and the Williams family has been here at the end of the year.
Jenkins, the unicorn, the cat, and the elf stood among the tombstones, and the old elf and his friends stood facing each other on the path between the cemeteries. The protagonist remains the same, but the season seems to have changed to a midsummer night.
Looking up at the twin moons in the sky, they are also blurred in the world of memory.
"Lyn Sam, I warned you, don't be greedy! Don't be greedy!"
The old elf who wrapped his body in his coat yelled loudly, his voice spread far in this silent night, frightening the crow standing on the tree branch in the distance. The crow flapped its wings and flew over Jenkins' head, flying towards the blurred horizon in the distance.
The old elf's dress in his memory was very strange. Judging from the surrounding environment and astrology, it was undoubtedly summer, but now he was dressed like a traveler on a cold winter night.
Whether it's a pair of heavy boots or an exaggerated coat, although it is very suitable for the atmosphere of the secret meeting in the cemetery at night, it is not suitable for this season at all.
Glancing at the old elf who was engrossed in observing the memories, he didn't seem like explaining this.
"Sianod, I know you have nothing to pursue, and I know that you have lived too long and don't want to pursue that long life. But we are different, Sianod, elves will never understand the sorrow of human beings!"