"Is this thing in front of me a mechanized corpse?"
asked M. Defoe.
"It's hard to say, what we see now is only a projection-like entity, and the real body should still be behind the door."
The old gravekeeper said, then pushed away the people blocking the door and entered the building behind him. The others followed suit, Jenkins third in line, and as he entered the foyer he sniffed at what Ms De La Salle called the rotten oil smell. But then he found that the two gentlemen walking in front were gone, and looking back, the two companions behind him did not come in from the door either.
Only the man at the door walked in, and then gently closed the door in front of Jenkins, blocking out the dense fog, heavy rain, and weak sunlight.
It was dry in the hall, and the dripping water from Jenkins was damaging the soft embroidered carpet beneath his feet. But he is not a guest now, so don't care about these etiquettes.
He turned around and took a step towards the closed door, raised his hand and chopped the head of the man at the door like a watermelon, but just like the gravekeeper said, it was just a projection of a corpse, so no corpse fell to the ground , only a hot steam diffused into the air with the stench.
Jenkins took out his cane and turned around. Standing in the foyer without the gas lamp turned on, he looked at the long and narrow stairs leading to the second floor in front of him, and then looked at the narrow living room on the right. He slowly rubbed the orb on the top of the cane with his fingers, his expression changed. Gotta calm down.
Different from Mislock, although Mysuo is also an environment similar to a different space, it still conforms to most of the rules of the real world, but some special rules have evolved according to the nature of Mysuo.
Therefore, most of the general rules of the material world are still valid in the mythos, and as long as you find those rules that are different from the material world, such as those math problems in the Alexia Mylocks, those strange lights that sweep away the filth in the clean realm , Those blood mosquito cursers in the blood-sucking manor, and cracking them, will probably be able to reach the core of the mythos step by step to defeat the mythos.
So standing still is definitely not an option, and according to Jenkins' observation, the strongest aura is probably in the attic. Although it is not clear where all the companions have gone, it is definitely right to go up.
But first, he decided to explore the living room on the first floor, at least to understand the nature of this mythical lock.
After a rough look, the layout of the house is not strange. The placement and furnishings of the furniture can be seen at a glance as an ordinary middle-class family. Given its proximity to the city center and housing prices, it's not hard to imagine the family's financial situation.
Jenkins walked over to the cabinets in the living room, glanced at the disks on the wooden shelves in the glass cabinets, and picked up the framed picture in the space below the cabinets.
The black-and-white photo in the photo frame is a family of three. The middle-aged father and his daughter are standing on the grass together, with a picnic tablecloth and basket under their feet, and the middle-aged woman is sitting on the tablecloth. Judging from the degree of oxidation of the photo, the shooting time should be within one year.
The point is the father's appearance, he is the man who opened the door for everyone.
"So, this is actually a trap, not a stronghold of cultists?"
He thought to himself, and then saw the man's face in the photo move, more precisely, only the mouth and eyes moved. Maybe people in this world are used to black-and-white photos, but in Jenkins' view black-and-white photos have a unique meaning, coupled with the look of eyes rolling on the still face, he suddenly felt a little nervous, but he still heard clearly the man in the photo the sound of:
"I'm an engineer at Nolan's Third Machinery Factory."
At the moment of the deliberate pause, the eyeballs in the eye sockets glanced in one direction at the same time, and the corners of the mouth also glanced aside, making a very strange expression:
"One day, on my desk, I found a strange metal toy that I had never seen before."
The eyes moved quickly in the eye sockets, and Jenkins had never seen such flexible eyeballs in any living person:
"I tried to dismantle it."
In the gray background of the black and white photo, something hazy and unrecognizable appeared. It looks like some kind of behemoth, and it looks like a huge tentacles flying in the sky:
"And then I saw it."
His eyes stopped rolling, and he looked straight at Jenkins holding the photo frame:
"I saw the wisdom in the chaotic sea of stars, the mysteries in the void outside the world, and the brilliance at the bottom of the spiritual sea... I awakened."
Jenkins took this as a symbol of madness, most lunatics would think they were awakened, and ignorant ordinary people were blindfolded. In fact, it is difficult to distinguish what is crazy, but when a person suddenly claims that he has wisdom that others do not have, then he is probably crazy.
"I witnessed wisdom and gained wisdom. Now, I want to give you this opportunity to unlock wisdom."
dang lang~
Something heavy fell from the top of the towering cabinet to the floor at Jenkins' feet, an indescribable metal object. Not only are the large rings and small rings nested with each other, but also the mortise and tenon structure and the wires that are like wires are connected to each other.
Together, they form an oddly shaped oval "toy" that Jenkins can't tell if it's metal junk or not. But Jenkins wouldn't be surprised if it turned up in the trash can on the corner.
"Untie it and you can move on."
The voice of the man in the photo said.
Jenkins took a look at him to confirm that he didn't want to continue the information before putting the photo down and picking up the clump of metal.
From this point of view, this mystery is more similar to the mathematics mystery unfolded by Alexia, rather than the bloody dinner mystery of the blood-sucking species. trapped in it forever.
Jenkins was not interested in this kind of "breakthrough", so he picked up the thing and looked around, and after confirming that it was not a toy that could be untied casually, he put it back on the ground and took two steps back , and then ran forward quickly, jumped suddenly when he was about to step on it, squatted when he fell, kept his center of gravity downward, and then stepped on the ball of metal creation with great momentum.
Unsurprisingly, it was trampled flat. Pick up the "wire cake" and press the two sides with both hands. As the flame emerges from the palm of the hand, the billowing green smoke mixed with the strange smell of burning metal spreads in the living room.
Soon, it was completely burned by the fire of grace, leaving only some black residue in Jenkins' palm.
"Am I untied?"