Chapter 603 Owned
When the lights came on, a figure walked through the street full of people and stepped into the deserted forest.
The figure stood in front of the tree, pressing the bark lightly with the palm, conveying some kind of message.
After a while, Huai Ling's face appeared on the rough bark, and said expressionlessly: "If I remember correctly, the account between us has been settled."
"I owe you once."
Mosi clone said hoarsely: "I want to know what the nightmare stole from me."
This question should not be asked to Huai Ling, but to the Academy.
But the head of the mountain is not there, and Li Ang's authority alone is not enough to touch the bronze box, let alone take away the research without permission.
Huai Ling was puzzled after listening to Li Ang, silent for a moment, and said coldly: "Can you completely destroy a porcelain vase?"
This question was inexplicable and sudden, Li Ang froze in place, "What?"
“A porcelain bottle, when it is dropped on the ground, will form fragments. A piece of porcelain, if it is ground, will still have porcelain powder. No matter how finely the porcelain powder is ground, it still has weight. It will not disappear completely.”
Huai Ling calmly said: "It is not easy even for a nightmare to steal or erase something that originally existed in the world - it has been designed and sealed in a bronze box by Mohist monks for thousands of years, and its strength is far less than before. ,
So much so that after waking up, it still needs to use the low-level method of ghost domain to absorb the source.
In contrast, it is much easier to plant a false impression that you mistakenly think that you have lost something. "
"You probably didn't lose what you already had. The reason why you think you have lost something is the illusion imposed on you by the nightmare before your death."
"If you never have it, you will never lose it."
Mosi's avatar wandered the streets of the city, Huai Ling's words seemed to echo in her ears.
Before I knew it, I came to the Jinchengfang mansion.
Since the new mansion in Furongyuan is spacious enough to accommodate all relatives and friends attending the wedding banquet,
Therefore, in this old house that was scheduled to be idle, there was no banquet, and it was still quiet.
Mosi clone paused for a moment, formed a key with fingertips, unlocked the door, pushed the door and entered.
The flower beds in the courtyard are overgrown with weeds because they have not been taken care of for too long. The dustpan and broom in the corner are covered with spider webs, and the bamboo poles used as drying racks have a little water stains and dry marks.
Mosi walked into the kitchen alone, and there were exquisite porcelain bowls and plates in the cupboard.
Silent for a long time, Mosi's avatar split in place, two for one, four for two, eight for four, and a hollowed-out human silhouette as black as ink.
Some clones went to the flower beds to cut weeds and clean the dust;
Some went to the warehouse to dig out firewood, light the stove, wash rice and cook;
Some went to the study room to sort out draft waste paper and store scattered books.
These housework is ordinary and ordinary, but Li Ang does it very slowly. Just like when he was still in Weizhou, his parents had just died, and he was learning to live alone.
Ding Ling clangs.
The sound of trivial housework echoed in the mansion, trying to create a lively atmosphere. However, none of the lights were turned on, and there was no voice, which added a bit of depression,
Tap, tap, tap.
Li Ang silently climbed up to the second floor, came to the bedroom, and lay on his side on the bed. Opposite is a lonely wall, nothing.
It is clearly the same as in memory, why on earth is he sad?
Li Ang closed his eyes, and all the silhouettes stopped moving, turned into liquid, passed through the gaps in the planks to the second floor, and became one.
The wedding ceremony was still going on. Amidst the melodious sound of silk and bamboo, the ladies of the court opened the curtain with golden branches. Li Leling walked out of the green cottage slowly, stepping on the beautiful carpet.
The phoenix crown on her head is made of gold wire, gold thread, and gold beads to outline patterns such as phoenixes and lotus flowers.
Agate, pearl, amber, turquoise, water essence. All kinds of gemstones are inlaid in them with ingenious techniques. Sway and sway with your stride.
The ladies of the court exchanged felt blankets to pave the way for her.
At the end of the road, the Emperor Yu and the Empress, who sat in the first seat, looked at their married daughter with satisfaction, and lightly held their palms together.
Aunt Song, who was sitting on the side, who was the parent of the man, also concealed the sadness of the previous day and smiled gratifiedly.
Li Ang stood at the end of the felt blanket, and countless fireworks bloomed in the night sky. Li Leling approached him nervously but firmly.
"Sister Sui?"
A senior student staying behind in the academy looked at Sui Yi who appeared on the Chuyun Lake in surprise, "Didn't you go to Princess Guanghua's wedding today?"
Sui Yi, or Mosi's avatar disguised as Sui Yi, who successfully passed the ban and sneaked into the palace with the patrol jade pendant, waved his hand, "I'm in a hurry, come back. I'll go first."
Mosi clone hurriedly left Chuiyun Lake and came to Dongjun Building. Taking a deep breath, he stepped into the building.
Hum!
The screen wall in front of the hall suddenly lit up red the moment Mosi's avatar appeared.
The misty clouds and mist engraved on the screen wall are rapidly rotating, changing, and gloomy, brewing boundless wind and thunder.
Mosi's avatar was forced to stop, and an unprecedented sense of destruction crushed him, as if the thunder of the whole world was hanging above his head.
Ding.
At the moment when Shadow Wall Thunder was about to tear apart the potential threat, the second jade pendant hanging on the waist of Mosi's avatar quietly spun.
This is the jade pendant presented by Shan Chang a long time ago, and there is a protective talisman inside.
Maybe it detected a familiar aura, the red light on the screen wall suddenly paused, then slowly dimmed, returning to normal.
Did you pass it?
If the Mosi avatar had the function of sweat glands, it would already be sweating profusely by now. Immediately took a deep breath and stepped into the building.
Dongjun Building was still deserted and quiet, the old monk who looked more like a puppet than a living person sat behind the table, holding a book in his hand, with his eyes closed, and his head paused.
Mosi's avatar stepped lightly, went to the depths of the floor, and found the storage room.
The wooden door of the storage room was ajar, and tools such as dust and brooms were placed on the shelves, but there was no oil lamp that Li Ang wanted, only a white candle.
Tread.
Footsteps could be heard in the distance, and two members of the supervisory department wearing masked cone hats walked slowly.
Sui Yi is also affiliated with the Department of Supervision, so once they meet, they will definitely strike up a conversation. It's too easy to break.
The arrow was on the string and had to be fired. Li Ang immediately took the candle, lit the candle, and dodged into the spiral downward stone staircase next to the storage room.
sand-
The ubiquitous coldness and darkness immediately surged from all directions, instantly obliterating the back road.
The flame of the candle in Li Ang's hand was attacked by the darkness, shaking violently.
He immediately protected the flames. According to the machine servant Ati, in this spiral staircase, the path is not determined by the space, but by the brightness of the oil lamp to determine the space.
Once the lights go out, it's time to plunge into uncharted territory. Even death is a luxury.
It’s just that candles are not as stable as oil lamps after all.
As the wax oil continues to melt, the flames also fluctuate,
Small whispers sounded in the darkness, countless gaps were cracked on the cold stone wall, and scarlet eyeballs passed through the gaps, staring at Li Ang who was walking down.
The doors embedded in the wall also sensed abnormalities.
Maybe it’s because the person holding the candle is a foreign alien,
Maybe both,
The doors of different materials and models kept shaking and trembling, making a muffled thundering sound.
Some wooden doors are twisted and deformed, showing hideous faces,
A cloth door curtain was even half opened, and hundreds of inhuman bones protruded from it, grabbing at Li Ang, but he narrowly avoided it.
The white bones rushing out of the door curtain seemed to be some kind of signal, and the things imprisoned in each room became more restless, constantly hitting the door and the stone wall.
There was a dense cracking sound of unknown things coming from above the stairs, and then a dazzling red light lit up on the upper side of the stairs.
Li Ang didn't have time to look back at all, he held the candle in his left hand, protected the flame with his right hand, and rushed down.
The candle has been half burned, and the wax oil keeps dripping, forming candle tears.
Finally, Room 1024 arrived.
Li Ang stopped, his fingertips transformed into the shape of the key he had seen before, inserted into the door lock, and turned it.
click.
The wooden door opens, and a cool breeze blows in.
Li Ang ducked into the room and slammed the door shut, blocking the chasing unknown red light from the door.
One second, two seconds, all right.
Without any time to hesitate, Li Ang let go of the doorknob, blew out the candles, turned around and ran, and rushed to the giant silverfish in the middle of the vast basement.
The giant silverfish, which is shaped like a blue whale and covered with golden threads, is lazily eating the pile of books in front of it, indifferent to the appearance of outsiders.
Li Ang held the patrol jade pendant in his hand, climbed up the ladder, and stretched out his hand to press Xixian's head.
The gold wires around the body surface of Drew Immortal curled up automatically, covering the palm, and a complex interface instantly appeared in front of the eyes.
Tell me, the location of the bronze box where the nightmare is held at this moment.
Li Ang sent his thoughts, and the numerous and complicated items in front of him, like stars, quickly dissipated, and finally there was only one message left.
A first-class monster, Nightmare Tapir, No. 19, has been contained.
Storage location: Shanchang's study on the top floor of the teaching building.
Containment equipment, ancient and difficult glazed cabinets.
The disposer, Xi Yangyu.
brush.
Li Ang withdrew his palm, stepped on the ground, lit the candle again, and rushed out of the room.
This time, he finally saw the source of the red light—
Countless scarlet eyes grow from the cracks in the stone wall.
Eyeballs rolled around, focusing on Li Ang and the candle in his hand.
Pata.
One eye blinked, and the skin on Li Ang's left cheek disappeared instantly.
The cut surface is extremely smooth, revealing the pale gums beneath the skin.
Pata.
Another eye blinked, and the sole of Li Ang's right foot disappeared out of thin air, leaning to the right.
pat pat pat pat.
Countless scarlet eyes blinked, making a dense sound like a flock of birds flapping their wings,
Li Ang was instantly riddled with holes as if he had been tortured, and he was on the verge of falling.
At the moment when the Mosi clone was about to die, the mountain long jade pendant carried on the waist was activated by itself, and an invisible force spread, forcibly resisting the scarlet eyes, preventing them from closing.
Puff puff puff.
Mosi's avatar immediately produced silk thread, healed the injury, took big strides, rushed out of the stairs, and returned to the surface.
The two members of the supervisory department were no longer there. Li Ang stuffed the half-remaining candle back into the corner of the cabinet in the storage room, and walked out of Dongjun building quickly.
Come to the shadow of the trees on the bank of Chuiyun Lake, and look across the lake to the top floor of the teaching building.
In the office of the head of the mountain, the lights were on.
——
"Record, the two hundred and ninety-first experiment."
Xi Yangyu's soliloquy echoed in the room. He was sitting on a chair with a square box made of glass in front of him.
Through the complex and delicate arms inside the box, you can manipulate more than a dozen pieces of bronze boxes, large and small, at the bottom of the glass box.
"The fragments of the bronze box have been tested with a second-level heterogeneous Mohist ruler numbered 285, and there is no special reaction."
Xi Yangyu released his mind while talking, controlled the pen and paper on the table next to him, and took notes.
"Um?"
Noticing the reflection of the glazed box in front of him, he stopped his movements, turned around and looked back, only to see Shan Zhang Lian Xuanxiao appearing in the corridor.
"The head of the mountain?"
Xi Yangyu let go of his technical arm, opened the door of the study, and asked doubtfully, "Why did you come back from Mobei?"
"The matter is settled, come back and have a look."
Lian Xuanxiao spoke calmly, glanced at the glass box, and said lightly: "How is the research going?"
"Not going well."
Xi Yangyu shook his head and said: "The fragments of the bronze box do contain the breath of nightmares, but these breaths are scattered and fragile.
I asked Dr. Zhang Liang and the others to investigate the Mohist inscriptions inside the box, and the results they got were also very strange—the group of Mohist people who made this box at the beginning believed that the nightmare could not be killed. "
Lian Xuanxiao's tone changed, "Oh?"
"This is the result of the translation of the inscription, take a look."
Xi Yangyu waved his palm, and the cabinet in the corner of the study opened automatically, and a scroll flew out from it.
Xi Yangyu opened the scroll and explained: "The group of Mohists have carefully investigated every area with legends of mengmos, and studied every oracle bone that recorded mengmos since the Yin and Shang Dynasties. They came to a conclusion.
Nightmare tapirs are not monsters, and they are far from demons. It is more like some kind of natural law without self-will.
As long as there are people alive and people dreaming, the nightmare will not die.
The ancients in the Yin and Shang Dynasties were the first to discover the nightmare, and regarded it as a demon god, allowing the nightmare to exert its power, modify reality, and bless the weather.
However, those who play with reality will suffer backlash. Hundreds of years of worship have given birth to the nightmare of self-awareness, breaking the shackles that bound it, and destroying the kingdom where it was imprisoned.
The Mohists were deeply afraid of its power, and designed to seal it up and exile it to a dead and deserted island in the windless belt of the endless sea. It is hoped that as long as the time is long enough, the nightmare can be refined and let it return to a state of no self-awareness. "
Xi Yangyu paused, and said: "Their plan may have succeeded, according to the current test results, the nightmare and the bronze box have been integrated into one.
Repairing the bronze box will imprison the nightmare again. And crushing the fragments of the bronze box will allow the Nightmare Tapir to break free from the shackles of the entity and escape again.
In other words, we currently cannot find a way to safely control the nightmare for our use. "
(end of this chapter)