"yawn..."
Owen, who had deep bags under his eyes, yawned: "You know... my usual life is very boring, and I don't like to go out, and I'm not interested in hunting and reception salons..."
"No, I do not know."
Sulu replied calmly.
"Okay... Actually, I want to say..." Owen seemed a little embarrassed to say: "I like it, I have a little research on ancient texts... and after the old Madd, the former tenant of your apartment, passed away, I found it in his relics. I found some very interesting texts... Don't get me wrong, I didn't embezzle any tenant's property, I just copied a copy, and all the relics were handed over to the police station... "
"Some of the descriptions above, and the mysteries involved, are interesting... so I... I tried it..."
Owen said: "Recently... I found that I was having nightmares every night, and it was the same nightmare, which made my sleep quality plummet..."
'Old Made is actually a mystic? But... Judging from the fact that the other party has planted the garden full of wormwood, it is not impossible...'
Sulu touched his chin.
As for Owen, why didn't he find the Church of the Goddess of Light and Bureau Eleven? This is easy to understand.
After all, it is not a pleasant thing to obtain the property of a dead tenant, even if it is just a copy of some content.
"What's more... This Owen is a bit like a child. When he got into trouble, the first thing he thought about was how to hide it, or solve it by himself..."
'Besides... if it's just a nightmare, the eleventh game may not be accepted. '
Sulu crossed his hands and fingers, already understood the cause and effect, and said to the expectant Owen: "I need to read the manuscript you mentioned... And, please describe your dream carefully!"
"no problem!"
Owen hands over some notebooks.
Sulu opened it and found that the records above were very confusing.
Some are common Hebrew, ancient Hebrew, even a few lines of Gulam, and some symbols that are completely incomprehensible.
"This... grammar is too confusing..."
He frowned.
If ancient Hebrew is the common language of the mystical world, then Gulam, known as the oldest language, is very rare, and this language seems to be deeply involved in the spiritual world and the ancient snake society.
"I also find it strange... But it's not a problem with my copying. I checked them repeatedly, and they are exactly the same as the original."
Owen replied with a sigh.
"So... please go ahead and describe your nightmare..."
Su Lu flipped through it quickly, knowing the bottom line.
Although there is some common sense of mysticism in this, there are more fallacies.
Old Made is not so much a professional as he is an avid fan of mysticism, or he has half a foot in the gate of the extraordinary.
"Because this knowledge is too fragmentary... It should be the content he has been continuously acquiring and summarizing throughout his life... It's a pity, if it's not because of his health and he is too old, he may have the hope of becoming a truly extraordinary person and mastering mysterious power...'
"The only surprising thing is that he was able to access part of the content of Gulam, which is most likely related to evil existence such as demons...'
Sulu maintained a listening posture, thinking silently in his heart, and Owen's description kept coming to his ears at the same time:
"I... I've only seen bits and pieces here and there..."
"That is an ancient square well in my garden..."
"I'm wearing a retro costume, and I'm falling headlong into the music..."
"Lonely, cold, hugging me with death..."
"Then, I woke up... But this dream lasted for a long time..."
…
Owen's face was a little confused, as if he was talking in his sleep.
Sulu's inspiration was released, and no resentful spirits were found in the villa, and Owen was also very clean.
He thought for a while, and said, "Maybe... this is just a dream, which represents some enlightenment... You fall into a dry well, accompanied by loneliness and cold, which means that you will fall into some trouble in the future and need courage to face it..."
Of course, this may also be a ritual that allows you to connect with the mind of an unknown existence and be watched by him, commonly known as the Great Death.
Sulu added something in his mind and asked, "So... is there an ancient well in your garden?"
"No! There has never been such a thing in my garden, we can go and see!"
Owen got up and led Sulu across the living room.
"Here... you live alone?"
Looking at the empty villa, Sulu asked curiously.
"Yes, my father likes to live in the city center, and has some relatives, but they seem to be... afraid of me! No... maybe not afraid, but how to say it? So respectful? It's very uncomfortable..."
Owen answered casually.
"Wow!"
In the hallway, Harlock ran excitedly up and down, barking at a row of oil paintings.
"These... are all the ancestors of our Dougwell family. The Dougwell family lived on this land before the city of Rory was built. It is said that the ancestors also participated in the construction of the city..."
Owen introduced with a little pride.
"This is my great-grandfather, Johnny Dogwell, who served as a city councilman and promoted the construction of the landmark lighthouse..."
"The one on the side is my great-great-grandfather, Ernest Dogwell! A great writer, you may have seen his works..."
"The ones on the far left are Big Owen and Little Owen. They participated in the construction of Raleigh City..."
…
While speaking, Owen took Sulu to the garden behind the villa.
This is a large flower garden, full of common flowers such as roses, tulips, lilies, etc., and a gardener is hired to take care of it.
On the edge of the flowerbed, there are some cherry tomatoes.
Owen said with some regret: "I planted these with my own hands. If you come in June and July, you can taste their taste."
"There will always be opportunities in the future."
Sulu responded with a smile, and checked the entire garden, including the gardener, gardener, and maid.
Final verdict... all clean!
"Please rest assured, having nightmares is not a big deal... I need to go back and look through the relevant materials. Can I take these transcripts back and study them together?"
Sulu asked.
"Feel free... I don't want to see them anymore. I'll ask Jindum to take you back... Sorry... I'm not in good shape, so I won't invite you to lunch."
Owen waved his hand.
Sulu held the copy, bowed slightly, and took Harlock away.
At the gate of the villa, Jindem was already waiting beside the carriage.
Sulu nodded, got into the carriage, and glanced at Harlock who got in.
The other party shook his dog's face innocently, indicating that he hadn't gained anything.
This situation made Sulu's heart sink.