"Beep... beep."
While he was still in a daze, the phone was already connected.
"Hello? Why is it you again?" The voice over there was very impatient. "If you have something to say, I'm going out soon."
Roland shook his head and forced himself to gather his energy, "Ah, that's it... I just read this book, and it's really a little bit..."
"Thriller, right?" Garcia seemed to have expected his reaction long ago, "It's basically the same for everyone who sees it for the first time, but it's fictional, you won't think about it after a sleep."
"Fictional?" Roland frowned, "How do you say it?"
"Literally," came a sneer from the receiver, "the Martial Daoist Association conducted an investigation of the volcanic ruins claimed by the author, and found that it was swallowed by magma two hundred years ago - it was an active volcano, although it was not Excessive outbreak, but not completely subsided for tens of thousands of years. Unless he can predict, or live for two centuries, and at the same time not afraid of heat and smoke."
He was greatly surprised by the other party's answer. After a while, he asked, "So...he made up all the content in the book?"
"It's true or false, I have never been interested in archaeology. Master also said that if he didn't really wear martial arts clothes and died in the association's library, this book would not even be included. "
"But the association doesn't know his identity..."
"That's why the author himself is more famous than the book. This can be regarded as an unsolved mystery of the association. But don't think you can figure it out. Listen to my master. The whole archives were turned over for this matter. Over and over again, isn't it still nothing in the end?" Garcia replied, "In short, there are so many rumors about this book, are you finished? I'm going to hang up."
"No, wait—" Roland hurriedly said, "After you got this book... have you read it again?"
He wanted to ask directly about the note, but he changed his mind in the end.
"On the way back, I flipped through it, what's wrong?"
"No, nothing... just wanted to ask."
"Crack." The phone over there was hung up—apparently this almost teasing question pushed Garcia's patience beyond the limit.
Across the two walls, he could hear 0827 closing the door.
Roland couldn't help sighing lightly. If it wasn't straight to the point, such a question would be useless except to increase disgust.
First of all, "The Reason to Exist" is only half-written, and the red note is likely to be caught in the last few blank pages, and even reading through it is not guaranteed to notice it.
Secondly, the shuttle bus came back from the association, and the seriousness of this kind of casual look like passing the time can be imagined.
No matter how the other party answered, it was impossible to tell that she had seen this note.
No—certainly not.
According to Garcia's character, if she saw it, she would never be indifferent to it.
It seems that these two messages are either a prank or some kind of joint message.
At this time, Roland couldn't help but have the idea that he would rather it be a prank.
The latter possibility is too... unbelievable.
Who is this note for? Who finds out and sees who, or does it have a specific goal
Rationally speaking, he prefers the latter - this book is not a top-secret information, most martial artists have borrowed it because of its reputation, it is not surprising that one person does not notice it, but it is incredible that so many people do not notice it. . So there is a good chance that the note was not in the book in the first place, but was put in only recently.
But it was this rationality that made him feel creepy.
what does that mean
Means the dream world - in this fantasy world conceived by him, someone noticed the difference in him. It's like when you're dreaming, someone in the dream suddenly turns around and smiles at you.
Roland patted his cheek and suppressed the chill in his heart. What's there to be afraid of? He silently extended his life, not to mention that these are just speculations for the time being, even if it is true, as long as you leave here, the time of the whole world will stagnate. , who else can threaten him not
And the message on the note is just waiting to be contacted, rather than taking the initiative to come to the door, which may also explain some problems.
As for where the Rose Cafe is, and what the divine will means in this world, it is better to leave it to the Taquila witch to find out.
He didn't forget that there was still something to do next.
Looking up at the wall clock on the wall, after confirming the time, he took out the key that was already prepared from the bedroom, closed the door and went downstairs.
In order to explore the memory fragments of Tongzilou, Roland has done a lot of preparation work since the Taquila Witch came, for example, assigning a replica of the key to each household's door, and buying violent lock-picking tools from the Internet - after all, only He could see this "non-existent" memory door, and if it was locked, he could only roll up his sleeves and open it himself.
If it wasn't for the expedition to Greycastle, this part of the exploration should have been completed long ago.
Roland went down to the fifth floor and quickly found room 0510.
At this time, most of the people were taking a nap, and the autumn sun shone lazily.
He inserted the key into the lock and turned it slightly.
The door slammed open.
A strange fragrance rushed into his nose, causing him to hold his breath involuntarily.
Probably because the dream world has reserved a place for the devil, but some details have not been corrected: such as body odor. In order to cover up their own taste, a lot of perfume has become a last resort.
Roland searched the room thoroughly in two minutes, locked the door after confirming that no one was there, then took out the hydraulic scissors in the backpack and went straight to the utility room at the end of the aisle.
This iron door was one of the few that was locked.
Facts have proved that although the things connected behind the door are extremely mysterious, in the face of the modification of the physical holy sword, the door lock did not show the slightest extraordinary. After a few seconds, the lock was silently broken into two pieces.
He swallowed and pushed open the heavy door—
Then Roland was attracted by the sight in front of him.
He seemed to be standing on top of a bottomless cliff, the top of which was in a ring shape, more than ten kilometers in length at least, and he could hardly see the opposite side at a glance. This peculiar terrain encloses an extremely magnificent lake in the mountains, but what flows in the lake is not a spring, but a dazzling red mist!
The difference between the fog surface and the top is hundreds of meters, and the probe looks down like a flickering red crystal, so dense that it looks like a substance. If it weren't for the occasional fog rushing up from the bottom and following the gust of wind, forming "mist columns" standing in the sky, it would be difficult for him to connect it with the dirty and dark "bloody fog" in his impression.
Roland even had the feeling that he was standing on the surface of the sun, admiring the splendid scene of the boiling coronal flares, when the mist columns that were much thicker than the castle and whose color was as bright as molten steel appeared one after another. It's just that it doesn't emit a scorching high temperature. As the height increases, the color of the fog will quickly dim, and finally spread into the air, forming a layer of red fog that covers the sky and the sun.
And that wasn't all he saw.
There are towering black stone buildings all around the ring cliff—most of them are tower-shaped, differing only in the details. Because the sun was blocked by the red mist, the whole world looked extraordinarily dim. Only when there were multiple spurts at the bottom of the red mist lake, would these black towers reflect a faint light.
Like a dense forest of stone carvings.