The test area is divided into three parts, among which the descending area is managed by Ban Sai. Recently, because of the need for relocation, he is also preparing for various micro-relocations of his precious prophecy balls.
Hearing Lu Sheng's summons at this time, Ban Sai rushed directly to the test area and waited quietly at the entrance of the descent area.
Beside him is the person in charge of the drop zone, a bald, white-skinned little old man.
Seeing Lu Sheng approaching from afar, the two quickly stepped forward to greet them.
"How are you getting ready? Before I leave, I have to descend again, to the world with the fastest flow of time. Can I make it in time?" Lu Sheng asked in a deep voice.
Ban Sai nodded slightly upon hearing this.
"No problem, as long as a little correction, it can be solved smoothly. But it's a pity that the newly built large spirit seance array will be abandoned so soon." He smiled wryly.
"It's okay, it's not completely giving up, maybe we can still use the planet when we come back." Lu Sheng said lightly.
Ban Sai shook his head, knowing that Lu Sheng was comforting him.
The dwarf old man on the side was sent by the Qingcha Sect to assist in the migration, and his name was Ares. The name is pronounced the same as the God of War on Earth in Lu Sheng's memory.
"Actually, it doesn't matter. The suzerain has already promised that if the roadside seats can be stationed in an area together, then all these losses will be resolved by the sect." Ares said quickly.
"Then I would like to thank the suzerain." Lu Sheng cupped his fists. Although he had a little unhappiness with the Qingcha sect, the suzerain Yuan Qingju, as a strong Mingluo and the apex of Xuming, has always attached great importance to him. Lu Sheng Nor will they cling to the past holidays.
After all, he has always been a generous person.
"Then, it will begin to descend now, Ban Sai, and summon the formation masters to make adjustments."
Lu Sheng ordered.
"yes!"
Lu Sheng strode into the passage. In the white jade-like passage, there are three room entrances, each corresponding to a relatively wide experimental area.
According to the security level of the region, it is divided into three levels, corresponding to different energy level worlds, so that there is no need to waste a lot of high-energy crystals when descending into low-level worlds.
"Unfortunately, it was only built..." Ban Sai led Lu Sheng into the first door. Looking at the large-scale descending formation more than ten meters wide inside, a look of regret appeared on his face.
In the black room, the elliptical formation drew countless dark red tracks on the ground, and traces of yellow lightning flashed through the gaps in the tracks from time to time.
The four yellow thunder crystals form a square shape and are respectively inserted in the four corners of the formation. On the four walls behind the crystal, there are complex runes in the shape of swirls representing space and time.
"Start it right away. In addition, I need to correct the formation. I must send me a beacon after I pass by, and when the migration time is almost here." Lu Sheng reminded.
"This is no problem." Ban Sai and several people in charge nodded.
"Then, let's start." Lu Sheng nodded, strode into the center of the formation, and sat down cross-legged.
Ban Sai and the rest of the formation masters began to quickly adjust the crystals to output energy.
Soon, strands of blue electric light kept jumping up and flickering all around, and soon the electric light quickly turned into yellow, then aggregated and turned into liquid, flowing slowly along the lines of the formation.
The position where Lu Sheng sits cross-legged is the center where countless yellow plasma flows converge.
A large amount of plasma flowed under his seat.
boom! !
Suddenly there was a loud noise, and a sharp arrow condensed from the plasma soared into the sky, fiercely drawing a gray eye-shaped crack on the top of Lu Sheng's head.
"Go!" Lu Sheng's whole body lit up, and it instantly turned into yellow light and shot into the crack and disappeared.
"Huh?" Suddenly Ban Sai's eyes widened. On the energy waveform monitoring crystal in front of him, a strange weak energy line was mixed in at some point during the operation of the formation.
This trace of energy line is very subtle, and you can't even notice it without looking carefully. It wasn't noticed until the formation was activated.
"How did this thing come about?"
"Not good, it is affecting the passage of adults! Get rid of it!"
"We're working hard!!"
"Damn it! It's gone!"
"Where did you go??!"
"I don't know! The direction of the passage has completely changed! We lost the coordinates of the adults!"
"Damn it! Follow it up immediately!!" Ban Sai hit the palm of his hand hard, his face turning pale.
If Lu Sheng got lost in time and space, neither he nor everyone present could survive.
Qingchaozong will replace Lu Sheng to deal with everyone who caused the accident!
1875, London.
Jack frowned and looked at the oil painting in his hand.
In the gray sky, among the towering urban buildings, there is a large amount of black smoke floating everywhere.
Some smoke formed a simple outline similar to a human face, and some smoke seemed to be human-shaped, looming on the street.
The buildings in the city are all dark, and there is no light in all the windows.
Only one window was lit with a candle.
A pale and slender hand held a candle and slowly stretched out the window, becoming the only orange light in the entire city.
"This painting is called Hope. It's pretty good, isn't it?" In the old study, the old professor with a broken leg squinted his eyes and smiled at him.
"Well... How should I put it? It's very artistic, but I always feel that the painting is a bit depressing." Jack has been a policeman for many years and has encountered many difficult and miscellaneous cases, but this is the first case of this type. Second-rate.
A young couple living in the outskirts of London, the slender and beautiful wife killed her husband and five-month-old baby with extremely cruel means one night. They chopped up their corpses and boiled them into many pieces of cooked meat, and ate them alone in the room for more than a month.
Once such a case is exposed, it is likely to cause an uproar. But what is surprising is that just after the case was taken over by the police station, a gag order was passed down from above.
Exposure is not allowed, no interviews are allowed, the case is archived here, so far, no private investigation is allowed.
The order from above made Jack extremely dissatisfied and angry. He lived downstairs from the couple, and he often met the couple when going up and down the stairs, and he was familiar with them.
The man is the manager of a trading company, and the woman is a painting teacher. Both of them have a very good temperament, and it seems that the relationship between the two is very stable and friendly. The wife has a gentle personality and a mild temper. Waiting for the case.
Jack had a good impression of the two couples, but the order from above made him extremely embarrassed.
After hesitating for a few days, he decided to ignore the police station and start his own investigation. Although he has been in the police force for many years, he is not old yet, and his blood is still boiling in his veins.
He can pat himself on the chest and say frankly that he has not been corrupted by those corruptions and darkness, and he still has a conscience!
Although Jack is in his early thirties.
"I hope... I just want to know what the specific meaning of this painting is." Jack asked patiently. "This painting was drawn by a female painting teacher. She looks young, beautiful, gentle, knowledgeable, and has a husband who loves her and the crystallization of their love."
"Are you kidding?" The old professor couldn't help laughing. "If the artistic conception of this kind of painting is not extremely dark in the heart, and the character is even distorted, no one will be able to paint the taste of madness hidden in this loneliness.
If you want to say which psychopath painted it, I still believe it. "
"Andrew, are you serious?" Jack frowned when he heard this.
"Of course." The old professor Andrew is not only a painter, but also a historian. "In history, there was a delirious serial murderer who left some similar dark graffiti before he died. Although his painting skills are not high, the artistic conception expressed makes people feel upset after reading it. confused."
"Come here, I'll show you." The old professor put on his glasses, turned his wheelchair and began to rummage through the bookshelf for him.
Soon, a picture album in a brown case was pulled out and placed flat on the desk between the two of them.
Professor Andrew opened the picture album, flipped through the pages, and soon found a strange oil painting.
The painting shows a pig, but the face of the pig is a woman, and a snake is hidden in her stomach, and deep in the soil under her feet is volcanic magma that is about to erupt.
The magma was like blood, dazzlingly red.
"The author of this painting is the serial murderer I told you about earlier." The old professor shook his head slightly.
"She was mentally abnormal from birth, and then she lived insanely for more than 20 years, and suddenly started killing people, and the method was strict and the movements were quick, it was shocking. If she hadn't committed suicide suddenly, no one would have realized that she was one of those people. murderer."
Jack looked at the painting carefully, which also gave him a strange, painful and depressing feeling.
"Huh..." Suddenly he let out a little snort, stretched out his hand to hold the drawing paper, and moved closer to take a closer look.
"Here... there seems to be something...?" He tapped his index finger on the right leg of the pig in the picture.
There was an extremely fine imprint, like a circle of snakes, around an eye.
"What?" The old professor looked over suspiciously, "This symbol is said to be a tattoo on the arm of a murderer, representing an ancient evil god."
"Tattoo?" Jack shook his head slightly, and he quickly picked up the previous painting.
"Look here." He pointed to the pale arm holding the candle. On the arm of that arm, the edge of a tattoo was also slightly exposed, which looked exactly the same as the tattoo on another painting!
The old professor was also stunned.
"This... this is really....!!?" He couldn't help but hold on to his glasses, and a deep surprise gradually appeared on his face.
Jack was silent.
Because he suddenly remembered that he had seen similar symbols at the scene of the murder. At the time, he thought it was just some kind of madness followed by venting and performance art.
But now it seems....not a coincidence.
"By the way, Jack, where did you get this painting?" The old professor couldn't help asking in a low voice.
"It's better for you not to know." Jack's face became serious, and he couldn't help touching the holster on his back waist.
He decided to go to the murder scene again in a while and take a closer look.
Anyway, the place where he lives and the scene are also the same building.