"Currently missing, the style should be a pistol, and the [unrecordable] characteristic is the strongest."
Hearing Dad's description, the middle-aged man raised his head suspiciously. He was slowly stirring the liquid in the cup with a spoon, but he stopped doing this at this moment. Push the cup aside and put your hands together on the table.
"Are you in trouble?"
He smacked his mouth and asked.
"answer my question."
Dad doesn't want to make extra trouble.
"OK."
The middle-aged man answered slowly, but his tone was somewhat reluctant:
"I have read some information. You are very lucky. If Corneo is not on duty here today, I am afraid it will take some time to figure out these things. Probably there is such a black pistol, God , I don't know what that thing actually looks like, people don't remember it at all. Number, um, let me see..."
The gentleman immediately showed the same expression as the old man just now, which means that he knows what he forgot, but he doesn't know what he forgot.
"Who knows?"
The middle-aged man can only shrug his shoulders in the end.
According to common sense, the middle-aged man in front of him should not be able to remember the information about that gun. But he is a believer in the god of guns, and the power from the god's priesthood and his own ability allow him to avoid some influence.
But even so, the description of the strange gun is still vague:
"That's not dead, it's... living. I hope you understand what I mean."
This sentence was said by the middle-aged man himself, but he also had doubts on his face.
"I can't remember the serial number, name, etc. of that gun, and maybe no one can remember it clearly, but I can still remember some of its specific origins."
He raised his hand and rubbed his temple, looking like he was having a headache:
"Probably in the 13th century? Or the 14th century? Sorry, I'm not sure about this. In short, in the Karaska grassland in the middle of the mainland, a huge ancient ruin was exposed due to an earthquake. A group of bold ancient bestowers entered to explore Treasures, but in the end only four people escaped, one of them was a believer of the great one I believed in [God of Guns], the other two were believers of [God of Corpse and Sacrifice] and [Mineral and Cave Dweller] God's…”
"Wait, what about the fourth person?"
Jenkins questioned.
"Sorry, I don't remember."
The middle-aged man shook his head, and Jenkins noticed that his face was a little pale:
"We have no way of knowing what happened underground, but what we can know is that the only thing they took out from the ruins was the pistol that could not be recorded. The adventurer who believed with me suffered from headaches and nightmares after leaving the ruins." Tormented for many years, he suffered for the rest of his life, and finally committed suicide at the age of thirty-two. The last words warn us that the gun and the bullets in the gun are living things, and if possible, do everything possible Destroy them, even if the sect is destroyed."
The previous words were quite normal, but the last sentence was far beyond the expectations of the listeners. Jenkins and Dad looked at each other, and the latter motioned Jenkins to ask with his eyes.
"So all these years, haven't you taken any action?"
"Of course it was."
The middle-aged man slowly shook his head: "But you see, people will always forget this incident. I think there are no more than 20 people who still remember this incident, including me. But even for me, every few years That’s why I remember this kind of thing.”
"Do you have any guesses about that thing?"
Jenkins asked again.
"Of course there is. After all, it is already the eighteenth era, and there will always be some gains."
He didn't hide anything about this, and told all he knew:
"There is a bold guess that the original ruins are actually the part of a large seal that appeared in the material world. And what those bold ancient people brought out was the terrible creature that was sealed. I know you may not believe it, but it is extremely It may be... the seal of the gun should not have been removed, so there has been no major trouble, but as time goes by, the power of that thing is becoming stronger."
He paused and looked at his father:
"Father Oliver, I can't confirm that the big trouble you are encountering is this, but if you are really unlucky, please don't deal with it alone. In my opinion, only the power of God can..."
His voice became lower and lower, and his eyelids closed bit by bit. Before he could finish his last sentence, he lay down on the table.
Jenkins immediately got up to check and found that the gentleman was just asleep.
"Should I wake him up?"
Jenkins asks Pop for his opinion.
"Need not."
The old man shook his head, his voice was unexpectedly hoarse:
"It's already surprising that he can provide this information. Let's go. There should be some clues in the antique shop. I should have put the gun in the box before, maybe..."
When they went out, they closed the door, and the middle-aged man inside the door did not wake up until half an hour later. He groaned in pain from a headache and saw Jenkins and Dad's teacup.
"Damn it, I actually fell asleep. It was... old man just now. It was old man and his apprentice who came just now."
He stood up to pack the teacups, planning to go back to rest for a while before dawn, but soon discovered another problem:
"Hey, what did Dad come to find me for?"
So far this matter has been broken, but inspired by the inquiry just now, Dad is going to write a report in another way and submit it to the church, not mentioning the gun, but only mentioning the missing Items being recorded.
After leaving the Mr. Ink Club, it was already daylight. Jenkins didn't go home, but went to Papa's Antique Store to sleep for a while. When he woke up, it was ten o'clock in the morning. Chocolate was lying on the side table boredly, playing with the [Life Orb] that Jenkins left for him before going to bed.
Pop didn't seem to be sleeping, he was reading the newspaper when Jenkins came down from the second floor. He had written the report and had Jenkins send it to church during his lunch break.
"Can I take a look?"
"certainly."
Pop handed Jenkins the brown file bag.
"Um… "
As expected, not at all, there was nothing in Papa's report about what he had heard at Mr. Ink's Club that night. When Jenkins was in a daze, his father thought something was wrong, so he took it over and checked it again, but he didn't realize that something was wrong.
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