Hao Ren was taken aback when he heard the Golden Manor, but Pierre was even more surprised after seeing Hao Ren's reaction. He didn't expect that the vampire in front of him (he subconsciously regarded Hao Ren as a vampire) didn't know anything about the Golden Manor, so why did these two people come here
"What is the Golden Manor?" Vivienne frowned and looked at the freelance detective in front of her, "Listen, we don't want to hurt anyone, but you'd better be honest, this place has been targeted by many people now, others don't We must be so easy to talk to, so if you tell the truth now, maybe we can still protect you."
The cold breath around Vivian made Pierre's teeth chatter uncontrollably. Hao Ren saw that he was about to get sick again, so he patted Vivian on the shoulder: "You should first withdraw your supernatural powers, and then save the two. I guess I won't be able to save it this time."
This is not a good place to talk, so Hao Ren took Pierre to a bedroom next to him. There was only a rickety old wooden table and a few dusty chairs in this room. After roughly cleaning it quickly, it is barely possible to sit here. Pierre was pale and was supported by Hao Ren to sit at the table. He took out an ingenious hanging lamp from his bag and fixed it on the wall next to him. When the bag was opened, Hao Ren saw that there were many Strange things, there are strange-shaped iron rods, lens groups like telescopes, and weird squeaking equipment. These things made people dazzled, Hao Ren couldn't help sighing: "You have enough tools - what are these for?"
Pierre sighed: "I didn't lie to you about one thing: I am really a detective, but the things I investigate are different from ordinary detectives. What I investigate are things that are regarded as street ghost stories and fairy tales. …that is, your world.”
Hao Ren was immediately interested: "Ghost hunters? Supernatural detectives? Vampire lovers?"
He can roughly guess what kind of occupation Pierre is: this kind of psychic workers who are ordinary humans and have no special powers, rely on some technical gadgets to set foot in the surreal field, they can be said to be gamers. Special elements who walk on the edge of heterogeneous society are like scavengers in the field of magic. In the Age of Mythology, there was no living space for such people, but with the end of the Age of Mythology, many unattended gray areas were formed after the shrinking of alien forces. This low-risk "heritage field" gave birth to people like Pierre That kind of people. Hao Ren knew a long time ago that there must be people who make a living by doing this, but he had never seen it before.
Pierre nodded awkwardly after hearing Hao Ren's words: "Almost... I thought you guys would understand our business better. After all, you really live in 'that world'."
"Have you ever come into contact with other 'heterogeneous'?" Vivienne asked casually curiously.
"Rarely. But I had contact by chance," Pierre nodded. "It's all the experience of escaping death, but thanks to those experiences, I can barely calm down after seeing you."
Hao Ren waved his hand: "Let's not talk about that, what is the Golden Manor you mentioned just now?"
A light flashed in Pierre's eyes, and then he carefully took out a crumpled notebook from his bag: "The Golden Manor is a lost ancient relic, and there are very, very few spiritual detectives who know the existence of this manor, but believe it There should be very few people who exist and can find this place. It is said that thousands to ten thousand years ago, a group of 'Tara' people from the deep space of the dark universe were exiled from their hometown. Landed on this land on a blustery night. Although they came from the cold and dark starry sky, these 'Tara' were originally a civilization surrounded by light and wealth, so they built impossibly powerful fortresses when they landed on Earth , that is the Golden Manor."
When talking about the "Golden Manor", Pierre's spirits visibly cheered up, and his previous timid and flustered expression completely disappeared. He pointed out the messy illustrations and notes in his notebook to Hao Ren and Vivienne. : "According to the legend. The ancient gods of the earth fought with 'Tara', but after the battle they came to an agreement that Tara could build her camp around a hill in South America. The hill was made of black stone It is piled up with dark brown soil, and a river flows in parallel on each side. At a certain time during the summer solstice every year, the sun will sprinkle from the top of the hill, evenly covering the entire plain in front of the hill, and on the hillside where the sun shines is The location of the Golden Manor. After years of searching, I finally determined that this place is the location of the legendary Black Mountain."
Pierre's notebook is full of rough hand-drawn illustrations, and there are many comments written in strange shorthand symbols next to the illustrations. These things should be code words used by so-called "spiritual detectives". Hao Ren couldn't understand these records, and he wasn't interested in these maps. What he was interested in was the Golden Manor itself: "Could it be that this manor was really built of gold?"
"This is the most critical part of the story!" Pierre flushed with excitement. "The people of Tara have magical powers. They can turn sunlight into gold! And gold is the least valuable thing in their society. They use extremely purified gold to make gold plates and stick them on every wall of the Golden Manor. There are also railings and benches in the manor, all of which are pure gold. The purity of this gold is more pure than the highest quality gold that humans have ever been able to purify, and it has the power of the sun. Those who touch this gold can grasp it Magic, and can read the mysterious Laita characters!"
The other party even knew the "Letta Rune", so the legend of the Golden Manor might not be the nonsense of detectives in the spirit world. It might be the twisted and deformed version of the legend of the Ancatero family in human society. Hao Ren turned his head and glanced outside the window. There was only darkness under the night: "Where is the Golden Manor you mentioned now?"
"I was exiled by the Tara people themselves," Pierre said with a serious face, "Because the several major planets in the solar system are disturbing each other, the magical power on this planet is declining day by day, and gradually even the Tara people are gone." There is no way to maintain their own strength, so they decided to leave this planet. In order to collect the necessary energy, they closed the Golden Manor and sealed it in the shadow formed by the intersection of sunlight and darkness. Because the Golden Manor itself was built by sunlight , so after it is exiled, it is as untouchable as light. To find a way to enter the golden manor, you must change your vision, and you must be able to see the path in the light... "
Hao Ren poked Vivian's arm quietly: "I didn't expect the folk version of the end of the Age of Mythology to be like this."
Vivienne looked at the strange set of lenses in Pierre's bag: "So you plan to use this thing to change your 'vision' so that you can find the entrance of the Golden Manor in the sunlight?"
"It's very effective. I've used this thing to find the entrances to many secret realms," Pierre said confidently, but soon thinking of the identities of the two in front of him, he showed a embarrassed expression, "Of course, this is just us You will definitely not be able to use these things that people with little magic knowledge have to use."
Vivienne picked up the set of lenses casually, and she saw that the lenses glowed slightly blue in the dark, and when some lenses overlapped with each other, there appeared strange patterns. She was a little surprised: "Treatment with potions? Are you really Some real stuff."
"I have inherited these lenses and the knowledge of making several potions from my grandfather, who..."
"Probably a servant of a vampire or a werewolf," Vivian said casually, "he learned this from his master. The descendants of the servants of the gods rely on this incomplete inheritance to become detectives in the spirit world. These detectives from the spiritual world have turned their heads back to dig out the secrets of the gods in the broken bricks and tiles left by the age of mythology... Really, who would have thought that such a day would come."
Vivienne said, putting the lens back: "I suggest you just stop, potions are harmful to the human body, and this lens will make your eyes see things that you shouldn't see, those things It will invade your spirit. If you don’t want to spend time in a lunatic asylum after the age of fifty, it’s best to stay away from this field while you’re sane. Of course, it’s up to you whether you listen or not. sentence."
Pierre responded vaguely, and Hao Ren saw that the atmosphere was getting awkward, so he brought up the Golden Manor again: "So you went there for the gold?"
Pierre's expression changed slightly, but his answer was beyond Hao Ren and Vivienne's expectations: "Gold... is indeed one of the reasons, but more I hope to see the legendary sun wheel that seals the shadow of God's Wrath Disk. My desire for wealth is far less than my yearning for knowledge. If I can see the sun disk, I can even discard the gold in the entire manor." (To be continued~^~)