Mysteries: Arcana Wars

Lynn's description was very vivid, but the more detailed his description became, the more doubts Scott had in his heart.

Why can he retain such a complete memory?

"…Then I passed out and knew nothing."

"In your family, you should be a Beyonder at your age, right?" Scott adjusted his sitting position. "Arbitrator, or sheriff?"

Lynn was slightly stunned, but still answered honestly.

"Now the sheriff, sir." Lynn was a little surprised, "You really know our family."

"Who told you that your family had a Valkyrie before?" Scott said with a wry smile.

Sitting in the interrogation room, Lynn couldn't see Scott behind the glass. At this moment, Lynn vaguely felt that he seemed to be involved in trouble.

"Since you are the sheriff, then draw the faces of Dodger Lamar and the magician as they were at that time. There is paper and pen on your desk, take them yourself."

As a sheriff, Lin En has a very high memory and sensitivity for the people he has seen. After finishing the sketch, Lin En uneasily stuffed the drawing paper into the storage basket.

This place is more like an interrogation room than an inquiry room.

Scott, holding the portrait, was silent for a long time, then scanned the portrait into the warehouse and printed several copies to give to his subordinates.

"Give these to the psychic and ritual magic investigation team. Pay attention to these two faces during the next questioning. Also, bring me a paper copy of the completed psychic and occult investigation transcript."

After his subordinates left, Scott spoke the closing words into the recording device and then turned off the camera. All records in this interrogation room must be recorded and archived, and the closing words are a required action.

"Okay, you can come out now."

Lin En was about to get up when he found a long-haired old man with glasses and sharp eyes walking up to him.

An intact obsidian earring appeared on the table.

"You left something in the church."

"This... Goddess! Thank you so much, old man! If you hadn't picked it up, I don't know what I would have done!"

Lynn excitedly put the pendant on her left ear.

Scott ignored Lynn, turned away, and stopped at the door again.

"Where is the other obsidian earring of the Valkyrie?"

"Uh... I don't know. From what I know about history, there is only one earring left in our family..."

This series of questions made Lynn's answer begin to hesitate.

"Sir, you seem to know a lot about our family secrets..."

"Your family's keepsake can be lost. Your family is truly hopeless..."

Scott sneered and closed the door.

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It was a dark and windy night, late at night, and my wife had not yet returned, so it was a perfect time to do something stupid.

Scott disguised himself in rags, walked into the deserted air-raid shelter, and headed towards the unknown basement.

This is Scott's secret base, even the church doesn't know about it.

Oh, those guys in the church, there are so many things they don’t know!

The elevators of the electrical age were laid off and reemployed here for hundreds of years, once again trapping Scott in the shaft with their unyielding spirit.

Scott stomped his feet on the ground as usual, and then the elevator broke into pieces and fell into the mud pile underground.

After passing through a corridor crisscrossed with pipelines, Scott finally arrived in front of an iron door.

The door was locked and a yellow light bulb was dimly lit.

"Fuck you, Kewawu! Open the door!"

The pitiful door opened, and Scott finally walked into his machine room and factory.

There is an open space at the entrance of the computer room. There is a faint mark on the floor, as if there was a pile of bulky machines here, but they suddenly disappeared, and they came and went several times.

Scott turned around and sat down in his seat, raising his hand to pull down the large cantilever with five monitors hanging on it. On the ground were humming computer boxes and servers. A message was left on Scott's monitor.

"(??w ??)y went to play. cwaoo_."

A rare message of departure, very sealable.

Scott was not surprised by the fact that Kowawu would run away with his host in the middle of the night. In fact, he had not been able to think of any way to completely contain this thing in the past three hundred years.

Every time the sun sets completely, Kewau will make some computers with his programs disappear on the spot. Sometimes he will even run away with his main computer, and no one knows where he goes.

Scott couldn't track it down at all, and could only find some cerebral hemorrhage posts from the account cwaoo_ on some unexpected dark web. In order to find a way to control it, Scott even locked himself in the chassis of the Kuwa host, but when the sun went down, the host disappeared, but he was still there.

The only thing to be thankful for is that the missing machines will return home on time at 12 o'clock every day. Sometimes some parts of the body are missing, and sometimes there are even a few extra hard drives - I really don’t know how an artificial intelligence can physically take away accessories from other computers!

Scott needed money badly, and one of the main reasons was to maintain this Kouwa who could run away with his own plane.

After his blood pressure dropped, Scott took out a small memory card and inserted it into the card slot.

The speed of reading files is a bit slow. Judging from the interface and storage technology, this memory card is at least three hundred years old. At that time, the information technology revolution had only just begun for a few decades, and the storage devices were far from being as sophisticated and efficient as today.

This memory card was found in Lynn's obsidian earrings.

The ancient obsidian was broken into two pieces, revealing the memory card hidden inside. From the neat slot and exquisite cut surface, this exquisitely crafted pendant was created from the beginning to hide this memory card. When Scott buckled the two halves of the gem, the characteristics of the obsidian and the ultimate craftsmanship made it impossible to feel the gap and the existence of the card.

No wonder this earring is so big, because there is something hidden inside!

Then there must be a piece of information hidden in the other earring lost by the Valkyrie family!

After decoding, a video is stored in the card.

The monitor showed an ancient and magnificent church, a place that Scott would not be able to mistake even if he turned into ashes.

St. Hierran's Church!

The picture shows a couple rehearsing their wedding, with the bride and groom each wearing a large, conspicuous obsidian earring. No one is wearing a formal dress.

The man standing in the middle of the picture acting as the priest is Scott, who is in his thirties!

"...From now on, you will...Damn it, you two are obviously followers of the Goddess of Night, why did you come to Saint Hillran Church to rehearse your wedding, and even ask me to be the master of ceremonies for you?"

"…because both St. Samuel's Church and St. Julie's Church have a series of ceremonies recently and we can't fit them in, we can only schedule the formal wedding for this weekend…" the blond groom said with a flattering smile, touching his head.

"Listen carefully, I am only reading the wedding vows of the God of Steam and Machinery here!"

"Hey, I understand, I understand, you are afraid——"

"Shut up!"

Scott, who was sitting in front of the computer, slammed the table in shock.

This video is completely different from what he remembers!

In Scott's recollection, this absurd rehearsal did exist, but in order to avoid trouble, this rehearsal was not recorded at all!

As a Sequence Three of the Universal Path, he could remember every day of the past three hundred years like the back of his hand. Unless he had extremely high-level power, his memory would not be so easily faulty.

But looking at the eye contact between the three people on the screen, there was indeed a fourth person recording the video at the scene, and he was an acquaintance of Scott and the newcomer!

Is it my memory or the video that was tampered with?

...Who is that forgotten fourth person?

"...Ahem, Mr. Jonathan Venturi, are you willing to marry the lady opposite you, no matter good times or bad..."

"Yes I do."

"...Ms. Margaret van der Rohe, are you willing to marry the gentleman opposite you, no matter whether it is good times or bad..."

"Yes I do."

"...between the gears and the pump...wait, damn, was the lens crooked just now? Did your photographer fall asleep or have a seizure? Should I read it again?"

The young Scott in the picture frowns and speaks loudly to a fourth person off-camera.

"Hey, hey! Photographer! The lens is crooked!"

"…Field Moretti! Steady the shot!"

The tilted lens suddenly shook violently!

"…I'm sorry, Mr. Scott."