Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

In the basement of Backlund's Steam Church, several members of the Mechanical Heart team sat around a log table.

Sitting at the top is Ikanser Bernard, the captain of Backlund's Mechanical Heart Team, whose brown hair is always fluffy and messy, stretching out stubbornly. His face has strong and clear lines, and the look on his face seems a bit... complex.

He was holding an ancient silver mirror with strange patterns in his hand. There were black gems decorated as "eyes" on both sides of the mirror.

Ikanser's palm gently stroked the surface of the silver mirror. After a slight delay, water ripples swayed on the surface of the silver mirror, and then bloody Rune words appeared on the surface of the silver mirror:

"What's your problem?"

"Captain, Arrodes seems a little slow today?"

A member of the Heart of Machinery wearing gold-rimmed glasses sitting on the right side of Ikanser said something thoughtfully.

After a wave of water swayed on the surface of the silver mirror, new words emerged:

"Do you want to play trivia with me too?"

The member of the Machinery Heart team who originally raised the question shrank back and said nothing.

Ikanse stretched out his hand and pressed it in mid-air, signaling the surrounding team members to keep quiet. Then he lowered his eyes and looked at the magic mirror in his hand, took a deep breath and said:

"Great Arrods, what I want to ask is the 'fraudster' who appeared in Backlund. Who is it? Where is it now?"

A water film swayed on the surface of the silver mirror, and then a few bloody words emerged: "These are two questions."

Ikanser nodded slightly and said in a low voice:

"I understand, please tell me the answer."

As he finished speaking, the surface of the silver mirror instantly became deep and dark, as if it was in some dark place. After a while, dim yellow spots began to emerge.

The picture in the mirror gradually became clearer, and what appeared was a dimly lit basement, where several boys and girls dressed more delicately gathered together and were holding some kind of ceremony.

In the thick shadow that they couldn't notice, a somewhat dull translucent rabbit emerged from the spirit world and threw the gray-brown book in his hand into the ceremony. The book turned into pale spots of light. Disappeared quickly.

The picture shook quickly, as if it had been accelerated. When the picture in the mirror became clear again, the ceremony held by the group of boys and girls had already received a response. A trace of pale fire spread across the ground, outlines of each Rune words.

"Who is praying to me?"

"You disturbed a lonely soul"

"What do you want to gain by waking me up from my slumber? Following the principle of equivalent exchange, you need to pay a corresponding price for everything you pray for."

On the ground in front of the ceremony, there were some scattered jewelry and banknotes ranging from a few pounds to several soles, which seemed to be the most valuable things that this group of boys and girls had improvised.

The picture quickly floated, and it came to the spiritual world with rich colors. A translucent rabbit that looked a little dull was roaming in a certain direction.

In its hand, there is a folded gray-brown book. On the cover of the book is a twelve-section ancient mottled clock. Around the clock are scattered many mysterious symbols symbolizing heart, time and deceit.

The gray-brown book quickly flipped through a few pages in the hand of the rabbit-shaped spiritual creature, revealing the crimson twisted Hermetic words on it:

"Those little guys are so easy to deceive, don't you think so? As a voyeur looking through the spiritual world, I smell some omniscience in you, which really disgusts the book."

The picture on the surface of the silver mirror shook a few times, and then quickly dimmed as if the signal was poor. After a brief silence, silvery white water waves swayed on the mirror surface, outlining several silvery Rune words:

"That book is a little strange in some aspects. It has some qualities of a high-order audience path, and I can detect my gaze."

"Okay, it's my turn to ask questions."

Ikonser took a deep breath and stared at the magic mirror in his hand with a look of death, waiting for the other party's almost sentencing question.

Although the surrounding members of the Heart of Machinery team were a little curious about the characteristics of the high-sequence of the audience path and what the rabbit-like spiritual creature was, no one asked questions at this time. Everyone looked at the silver mirror with some curiosity. on the surface, but he didn't dare to show his gaze too obviously.

The water on the surface of the silver mirror swayed for a while before scarlet words began to form:

“Question number one: How often do you release in that area of ​​your life?”

All the surrounding members of the Heart of Machine team lowered their heads in tacit agreement, like quails pretending to be dead. Only Ikanser's face turned red and white.

He gritted his teeth, looked straight at the silver mirror in his hand expressionlessly, and replied in a low voice:

"Once every three days, if there are busy tasks, it may be once every four or five days."

There was a wave of water on the surface of the silver mirror, and soon new scarlet words appeared, like blood still flowing, dripping down:

"correct answer."

"Now the second question:

I would like to ask, when you are released, are the people you usually think about in your mind people you know and can come into contact with on a daily basis? "

Arrodes magnified the words "knowing" and "contacting" as if in a playful way.

The surrounding members of the Heart of Machinery team lowered their heads and looked towards their toes. As people watching, they were somewhat looking forward to their captain's answer, but also somewhat worried about the other party's answer.

Ikonser's face flushed for a while, then he lowered his head as if accepting his fate, and said in a low voice:

"I choose to accept the punishment."

Boom!

A silver-white electric light appeared out of thin air and struck directly on Ikanser.

After the dazzling silvery white dissipated, there was a layer of charred black on the body of Ikonse, who was sitting in the position. His hair stood on end, and wisps of white smoke rose from his body, accompanied by a burning smell. odor.

On the table in front of him, a silver mirror with a simple pattern had scarlet blood flowing on its surface, outlining the words:

"The trivia game is over!"

It only lasted less than half a minute, and the words on the surface of the mirror gradually dimmed, turning into an ordinary silver mirror with a dark surface.

Across the round table, a young member of the Heart of Machinery tried hard to restrain his thoughts and expressions, and with a serious look on his face, he talked about what "Magic Mirror" Arrods had just shown:

"Captain, that rabbit-like spiritual creature doesn't look powerful. There is a high probability that there are other extraordinary beings behind them."

Ikanser took a long breath, blew out a gray smoke ring from his mouth, stretched out his hand and rubbed his somewhat charred face and said:

"That spirit world creature can appear anywhere through the spirit world with that magical item that likes to deceive. The area involved is too wide. This incident needs to be handed over to the Mechanical Heart team that specializes in handling mobile incidents."

"Repp, you compile the information we collected into a file. I will report it to the church headquarters tomorrow. I need to deal with the traces on my body first."