Chapter 133 The Plot Is Advancing Steadily

347

In the short film played in Magic Mirror's "Arrodes" home theater - the "Archaeology" activity of the Mechanical Heart, after a round of powerful artillery fire washed the ground, the "Mechanical Heart" blasted open the door of the mausoleum. , under the leadership of the Archbishop of the Steam Church, the demigod Horamik Haydon, they entered the tomb of the Fourth Age nobleman who had not yet collapsed.

During this process, one team member was attacked by a human-skinned shadow, but he quickly escaped smoothly. Klein finally saw the main ingredient for the Sequence 6 potion that he had been longing for, and felt secretly happy for a while.

After cleaning up the periphery of the tomb and finding nothing else, they gathered again and walked towards the corridor leading to the main tomb.

The indiscriminate bombing along the way eliminated most of the threats, and its high cost and bold style also made Klein's eyes widen.

The "Mechanical Heart" passed through the corridor without much effort. The only dangerous sealed object, the "Ghost Picture Frame" that was recorded to be able to seal the spirit body was also easily taken off by Archbishop Horamick Haydn before he had time to show it. out of any danger.

At the end of the corridor, in the main tomb chamber, there is a black stone door full of patterns like knives and axes, with a gray-white disc inlaid in the middle. The surface of the disk is divided into twelve grids, and there is a black pointer, just like an outside clock.

Those grids are not evenly distributed on the disk, some are large and some are small, which is extremely uncoordinated, and half of each grid is covered with shadow.

"The coat of arms of the Amon family." Archbishop Horamik gave a brief introduction.

He did not explain the symbolic meaning of the coat of arms in detail, because only the deacon-level Ikanser Bernard was qualified to know.

Klein relied on his own accumulation of mysticism to try to interpret:

"The combination of the disk, the twelve grids, and the hands clearly represents time, which is consistent with the fact that the 'Insect of Time' was left behind after the death of Amon's clone. The twelve grids that should have evenly divided the disk are of varying sizes, shrouding a certain Does the shadow of the Amon family indicate that they are the dark side of time? Where does their title of 'blasphemer' come from?"

While Klein's thoughts were spinning, Archbishop Horamik pushed open the stone door without any protection.

The stone door is heavy and open at the back, revealing an extremely spacious tomb chamber.

There is a high platform in the center of the tomb, with a dark black coffin placed on it. There are iron-colored lamp stands on the surrounding walls, holding white candles that are still burning quietly.

All the candlelights were not swaying, and they were as quiet as a frozen scene.

On the straight line from the stone gate to the coffin, there are corpses lying one after another. They are either wearing black woolen coats and half-high silk top hats, or they are dressed in ordinary workers' clothes and equipped with peaked caps. At first glance, they appear to have been worn in recent years. People who enter here.

The group of extraordinary people who recruited helpers before? How did they get through the front area? The human-skinned shadows and other monsters were obviously still alive... Klein stared at the corpses with questions in his mind.

At this sight, he was immediately frightened.

All of the corpses had sparse white hair, dry wrinkled skin, and obvious markings, as if they were eighty or ninety-year-old men.

There were no obvious wounds on their bodies, and they seemed to be alive and dead, and they had just died and had not yet had time to rot.

Obviously, there will not be so many old Beyonders exploring the tomb. Even if the people here are found to be old and decrepit, they will try to select young and strong ones when recruiting helpers... There is something weird here! Klein frowned slightly and looked around again.

He quickly thought of the "Insect of Time" left behind by Amon's clone, and of the Amon family coat of arms with the meaning of time on the stone door.

Making people age quickly is one of the extraordinary abilities of the Amon family? The dark side of time... the loopholes in time... Could it be that while others are aging rapidly, the members of the Amon family will regain their youth and gain a longer life? Wait, these extraordinary people broke into this place so easily. Maybe the owner of the tomb is deliberately indulgent. He wants to rob others of their time to maintain his own existence... Klein looked at the black coffin on the high platform speculatively.

At this time, Horamik Haydn, a half-god and half-man strong man, raised his left hand, pressed it down and said, "Stop here."

"Yes, Your Excellency the Archbishop." Ikanser and others replied without hesitation.

Horamik looked forward, and his eyes stopped on a picture frame that was upside down at the bottom of the high platform.

He took steps forward without changing his expression, walking forward neither quickly nor slowly.

One step, two steps, three steps, Horamik, who was originally normal, suddenly trembled, and there was a sharp and astringent friction sound coming from his body.

His pace began to slow, his movements stiffened, and his skin visibly dried.

There's something wrong with this... It's not the age of a normal human being... What was that friction sound just now? Klein muttered something in his mind.

Four steps, five steps, six steps, there was a tearing sound from Horamik's body, and something fell to the ground with a clang.

Klein looked subconsciously and saw a gear.

Gears full of rust!

Horamik continued to move forward, and things fell from time to time on his body, including rusty screws, melted wax blocks, yellowing bones, and loose springs... His figure became thinner and thinner, swaying, and he could move at any time. May disintegrate.

This is just like a robot... to use the terminology of this era, like a living doll... Klein suddenly understood.

He remembered that when he was still in the Tingen professional team, Old Neil once said that the Sequence 4 of the Church of the Mother Goddess of the Earth was good at "life refining", and the sequence corresponding to the "generalist" path could barely do it.

And Horamik is a high-sequence powerhouse of the "General Knowledge" path!

The Horamik in front of me is not the real him, but a refined puppet. The reason why the "ghost frame" just now was ineffective is because the puppet has no spirit body at all! The real Horamik should still be hanging far away... He is indeed a demigod... When Klein suddenly realized, the Archbishop walked to the high platform, bent his knees, bent his back, and turned over the upside-down picture frame. Come over.

As the picture frame flipped over, a sudden wind blew up inside the closed mausoleum, blowing away the invisible confinement and silence.

The candles on the iron-colored lampstand burned quickly and became extremely bright, but soon came to the end of their lives and melted away. The old corpses on the ground were rotting rapidly and filled with stench.

In just a few seconds, the main tomb became dark, with only the lanterns carried by the members of the "Machine Heart" barely illuminating the front.

Horamik picked up the picture frame on the ground and swayed up the stairs to the high platform. He came to the black coffin, stretched out his right palm, and pushed hard.

With a squeaking and rubbing sound, the heavy coffin lid cracked a gap, as if it hadn't been nailed at all.

Horamik glanced down and said with the same voice:

"There's no body."

The screen then zoomed in, and Klein saw that the interior of the coffin was empty, with only a layer of pale golden cushions spread at the bottom, and a bug with twelve rings embroidered on the cushion.

At this time, Horamik turned around, and the picture frame in his hand came into the eyes of Ikanser and others.

After just one glance, Klein's eyes suddenly froze.

It was a portrait of a young man with a smile on his face.

He has dark eyes and curly black hair.

He has a broad forehead and a thin face.

He hung a crystal monocle.

He wore a black pointed hat.

Amon!

348

Amon bought a freshly baked cake slice from a roadside shop, rolled it in cold whipped cream, sprinkled with biscuit crumbs and chocolate chips, and faithfully recreated the "crepe" he had been coveting for a long time.

He has now replaced all his fancy monocles with basic ones, and his clothes have also been changed into the basic shirts, jackets and trousers worn by Jobless Meng. Amon felt heartbroken when he thought about not being able to wear his beloved glasses for a long time in the future. Not only did he put them all in his own small room, he also bought a glass display cabinet with a lock.

He was sitting in the seating area of ​​the cake shop, slowly eating his dinner, with a cup of hot lemonade provided by the shop in his hand.

Through the glass, he leisurely and happily watched the people coming and going on the street, and saw several young thieves committing crimes, secretly taking pens, wallets, silk scarves and handkerchiefs from passers-by's pockets, and occasionally Cooperating, one person comes to the elderly gentleman and pretends to ask for directions, while the other person steals the brand new silk scarf from the old gentleman's pocket.

The old gentleman quickly noticed something was wrong with the child who was absentmindedly asking for directions, and then found that his silk scarf had disappeared. He turned around immediately, but another child who hurriedly ran over took the silver watch from his pocket.

The methods of stealing are very crude. The deception instructor watched the thefts of ordinary people with great interest, and by the way, he looked for Amon in his mind for comparison - thanks to the ability of parasitism, Amon clearly has superior wisdom and stealing skills, but he has never worked as a team. Pass.

So does Amon need to work as a team?

Maybe it depends on who the enemy is... If it's Medici, can I have a clone pretend to cooperate with him, and then... No, Medici is now the best conspirator in the world, I'm still far away I can’t compare to Him, not to mention that He laughed at me before.

Where is Adam? No, even if that guy is the real person, it’s hard to deceive him, right?

For others, it may be obvious at a glance that it is a scam... and the ability of parasitism itself is equivalent to increasing companions. The human sea tactic is rough but effective. The most important thing is that all interpretation rights belong to the ontology. It seems that there is really no need to consciously team up. cooperate.

Amon was lost in thought and took a sip of lemonade without knowing the taste. When he looked out the window again at the farce, he was surprised to find that the old gentleman actually grabbed a child and shouted that the child was a thief, attracting a group of passers-by to watch and cheer.

The police officers from Silveras Field also arrived quickly to handcuff the child and take him away from the scene.

Is it this child? There were four people in the theft gang just now. The one with black hair stole the silver pocket watch, the one with blue scarf took away the silk scarf, and the one without shoes took away a few pennies. Only the child with yellow hair asked for directions and did not steal anything. , not a qualified thief.

The theft caused quite a commotion, and even the clerks and customers in the bakery watched the commotion with curiosity.

Backlund's dirty environment and heavy labor turned many children into orphans and thieves, and also prevented adults from surviving more than two generations. These people who have no ability to survive independently can only make a living by begging and stealing.

Although thefts usually occur frequently in the East District, this time, a few children were too bold to commit crimes in a gang on the street. Silverfield deliberately killed the chickens to scare the monkeys, and no matter how hard the kidnapped children struggled, they would not let go in defense.

They cursed and kept hitting the child on the back with the batons in their hands. Their unreasonable image formed a sharp contrast with the child with tears on his face.

But this scene only made the crowd of onlookers laugh happily.

Amon took a closer look and found that the other three accomplices were actually hiding in the condemning crowd and peeking.

Well... they are accomplices, and these three children should be handcuffed together, but they betrayed their companions, the thief shouted to catch the thief, and let the only child who did not steal bear responsibility for them. So what should be done?

The child was roughly pulled forward by the policeman's arm. Suddenly, the scene in front of his eyes flashed, and he suddenly found himself standing outside the crowd. The terrifying handcuffs and the policeman's iron-like hands had disappeared.

And the three children who were watching the show and secretly laughing at the newcomer's clumsiness when they were caught suddenly found themselves handcuffed and standing in the middle of the crowd, surrounded by the angry faces of adults.

They screamed and tried to escape, but were caught by several police officers with one hand, shaken and beaten roughly.

In such a flash, the pocket watches, silk scarves, pens and coins hidden on their bodies all fell out with a clanging sound. Seeing this, the crowd was silent for two seconds, and then burst into louder noises.

The old gentleman said at once: "My, sir, these are what they stole from me!"

A tall police officer immediately bent down, picked up these scattered items, and handed them to the old gentleman like a treasure: "Yes, sir, these are all your things!"

"Thank you, Mr. Officer!"

"Well done! Officer!"

"These little thieves should have been dealt with long ago!"

"They stole my hat the day before yesterday!"

…

The evidence of stolen goods was overwhelming, and no matter how hard the three children tried to argue, it was of no avail. What they couldn't understand the most was that the one who had just been arrested was a clumsy newcomer. How could it happen that there were three of them in the blink of an eye?

In the cake shop, Amon thoughtfully took a bite of the simple crepe, chewed the soft cake slices and cream, and watched the child who had not stolen anything trotted towards the East District, out of his sight.

According to human morality, I seemed to have been an unsung hero just now, saving the innocent children and punishing the stealing children? However, I did not feel happy, nor did I feel the legitimacy of this behavior, or the value of this "helping others" behavior, and no one would praise me. I even felt that the three children who were very good at stealing were the It is a good seedling worth cultivating.

Amon frowned. He originally wanted to use this small incident as a mirror to test his own humanity. He thought he would have a "sense of accomplishment" because he helped innocent children, but in fact he did not.

"What about you? Do you feel happy? Or joyful? Or 'survivor'..."

The little boy who ran into the alley suddenly stopped. He slowly lowered his head and put on his monocle.

——Then he showed a puzzled expression.

"There is no happiness in your heart? Do you only feel lucky and want to never steal again?" The little boy said to himself doubtfully, "Are you still praising the Lord of Storms? It was obviously me who helped you, and just now Those rough police officers must be followers of the storm.”

The little boy was very confused and turned around in circles a few times. The monocle on his right eye suddenly fell off and fell to the ground. It was like a piece of ice falling into the water and melting into the ground in an instant.

The little boy trembled, looked around quickly, and then started running at a faster pace in fear.

Amon pinched his eye sockets and felt that his research topic had reached a bottleneck: he did not feel fulfilled like a human being after helping others, and the children he helped did not express gratitude and joy. Amon felt like a fortune teller Home Sequence 8, I spent all my energy on something that no one knew about, was not profitable for me, and no one was even happy about it.

"I at least have to figure out why he's not happy."

Amon frowned and murmured to himself: "Is it because he was rescued too early? Human beings seem to be more pious the later they are rescued. If after he was taken away, he was put into prison and tortured, hungry and full. Will he be grateful to me if I rescue him when he has only breathed his last breath? Then can I also gain a sense of accomplishment and the joy of helping others from his gratitude? "

"No, actually those three real thieves are totally fine. I don't need to specifically replace him."

"That's not right. Is there really no need to get him back? He was wronged. If he is tortured, he will definitely suffer more. He will be more grateful to me when he is saved by me in the future... No, even if this happens, he Why don’t you thank me again in the future?”

"Maybe it was a mistake to choose to save him!"

"He led my thinking into a dead end and did not play his cards according to human thinking. He is a failed social practice object. In order to prevent him from continuing to disturb my thinking, I should erase him, terminate this experiment, and then choose The next person." Amon concluded.

Unsuccessful experimental results will be cut off and cannot be counted as his mistakes. Amon breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

The little boy who had just run out of the alley and was standing in the shadow of the east side street suddenly stopped again, took out a monocle from his pocket, and put it on his right eye with great care.

At this moment, he suddenly saw a man standing on the street who seemed to be waiting, suddenly turned his head and looked straight at him.

The next moment, this passerby appeared in front of him, and easily took off the monocle from the little boy's right eye with one hand. Just when Amon was confused, the passerby squatted down and lifted the monocle to the small boy's right eye. In front of the boy, he said to him gently:

"When you were arrested just now, a gentleman saved you."

"Otherwise, you would be the one being taken away now."

"Can you say 'thank you'? I want to thank that gentleman."

The little boy was stunned and parroted: "Thank you, thank you..."

This time Amon was stunned on the spot.

He thought about it and thought about it again, and felt that the little boy had completed his task: to thank himself. As for not feeling a sense of accomplishment, that is my own business. So he ended his parasitism and let the monocle break into pieces and disappear in the hands of the passerby.

In this way, he also successfully saw the face of this passerby:

——"The Angel of Temperance", Richard Ernst.

In the last week of this year, He suddenly appeared in Backlund.

TBC

——————

After no one cares about it, Amon will still reveal his true colors. The road to education is long and arduous.