Shall we go to open up the wasteland together tomorrow?

Sure enough, in the master bedroom, Ethan found a locker.

Professor Taylor has devoted his life to research and is relatively withdrawn. It is said that he does not even have servants. Apart from the most basic physiological needs, he spends the rest of his time researching.

So his master bedroom also continues the simple style of the villa. When Ethan found this place, he noticed the locker at a glance.

This locker is embedded in the wall. Ethan can't see it clearly. He pushed it with his hand and found that it couldn't be moved. It was obvious that Professor Taylor did it on purpose.

Judging from the will, it might not be easy to open the locker.

The moonlight shines through the crystal window on the head of the bed, very quiet.

Ethan did not turn on the lighting crystal, but gently pulled the white moonlight on the head of the bed with his right hand. The moonlight suddenly began to deflect and spread in the direction of his hand until half of the room was filled with moonlight.

This is the use of the "light line" in the line of truth.

Since the last time Ethan was ambushed by the "gray organization", he has worked hard to develop his abilities.

This light refraction was figured out here.

The moonlight shines on the entire wall, and the locker is also illuminated.

There are nine black dots on it, and there is a water pipe as thick as a little finger below it, and under the water pipe is a delicate empty teacup.

Ethan looked at the locker in surprise. The nine dots looked a bit like the unlocking interface of the mobile phone in his previous life, but the catheter leading out was very strange.

But what would the password be?

As a famous mystic in the Federation, it would be easy for Professor Taylor to set a password.

But there were only nine black dots, and there was no clue at all. Even if Ethan racked his brains, he couldn't open it.

Could it be that Professor Taylor hid the clue in his book?

Ethan shook his head. He had the ability to remember everything he saw. He had already read Professor Taylor's collection of books. There were indeed many kinds of books in it, involving mysticism, history, linguistics, alchemy, etc., but there were no relevant clues.

"Ah~"

Ethan sighed for a long time.

Just when he was about to give up, a "ding ding" knocking sound suddenly came from the locker.

Ethan immediately felt creepy.

This is Professor Taylor's bedroom.

A bed, a lonely wardrobe, and a locker embedded in the wall.

It was late at night, and only a beam of moonlight was strangely projected on the locker.

In Ethan's perception, there was no line of life.

Could this locker block the 'line of truth'?

No, Ethan has not encountered anything that can block the line of truth.

Or is there a mechanism in the locker?

Ethan carefully put his ear to the locker, and there was no movement inside, and then he tapped it gently with his fingers.

"Ding ding ding ding~"

"Who is it?"

"Is it you, old man?"

"I'm suffocating in there!!"

"You old bastard!"

………………

Ethan listened to the abuse inside in amazement, which lasted for more than ten minutes before gradually stopping.

Although the voice was a bit shrill, it gave people a feeling of being old.

"Um... Hello, I'm not Professor Taylor."

It was not until this time that Ethan could really get a word in.

But the voice inside was a little surprised: "It's not that old guy? Is he dead?"

"Uh... In fact, Mr. Taylor did die. A memorial service was held not long ago."

"Sure enough... That guy really got his comeuppance."

"I can talk, I'm not a monster. Is it rare for a teapot to talk? Bastard, you actually locked me up in such a dark place! Bastard! Bastard!"

I didn't expect that after just one sentence, the other party started to talk again.

But what he said still made Ethan feel magical.

Teapot?

What the hell!

Of course it's strange for a teapot to talk!

"...Uh... Sorry to interrupt, of course it's strange for a teapot to talk~"

"You see, this is normal, I'm a teapot, and an old teapot. It's normal to be able to talk... Uh, wait, what did you say? You also think it's strange?"

The other party obviously didn't react at first, but soon understood what Ethan said. Unexpectedly, this young man was the same as Taylor, the old stubborn man.

"In fact, the teapot can talk, of course it's strange~"

Ethan didn't know what he should say but told the truth.

"Of course ordinary teapots can't talk, but I am an old teapot. It's normal for old teapots to talk."

"No, old teapots can't either."

"A very old teapot, a very old teapot, young man, I tell you that you are still too young, I am a very old teapot, and it's normal for me to talk.

Not only can I talk, I can also dance! Haha, now you understand."

As soon as the voice fell, a series of noises rang out in the locker.

"Ding Ding Dang Dang~"

"Ding Ding Dang Dang~"

"Uh... a very old teapot, but I have never seen a teapot that can talk and dance..."

"You... you young man, I have said that it is normal for an old teapot to talk, I emphasize again, I am a very old teapot!"

"...not normal..."

"I am so angry, I am so angry, I feel like the tea in my stomach is about to boil!"

I don't know if it is an illusion, there is really a steam floating from the locker.

The faint tea fragrance immediately made the lonely room lively.

This tea is not the sage tea from the Federation Continent, but a real fragrant tea.

Ethan's eyes lit up: "Senior, I smell a very fragrant tea."

"Huh~ Although you, a young man, are as ignorant as Taylor, you have a better aesthetic sense than him."

"Of course my tea is very fragrant."

Nine out of ten, Professor Taylor may not be used to the fragrance of this kind of tea.

There is no way they can appreciate the elegant taste from the far east.

"This tea is really fragrant, it would be great if I could have a sip."

"Hahaha, just call me Uncle T, come and open the door quickly, Grandpa, I will reward you with a bowl, although I am old, the tea in my stomach is more mellow!"

There was a big "haha" from the locker, and it was obvious that the other party enjoyed the praise.

"Uncle T, I'm Ethan. I also want to open the locker, but... Professor Taylor didn't tell me how to open it."

"What? This damn Taylor, is he going to keep the old teapot in such a dark place forever? He's going to torture me even in death! Damn it!"

"Ahhh! I have to open it again and boil it again! What a waste, what a waste!"

"I, I, I... I can't bear it anymore!!!"

Uncle T seemed to be trying his best to endure something, and his voice suddenly became loud.

"I... I'm coming!!!"

"Ah~~~"

As soon as the voice fell, he heard the sound of running water coming from the locker.

Then he saw that the catheter leading out of the locker began to slowly flow out of the yellow tea, and the tea just flowed into the empty teacup under the catheter.

"So cool~~~"

Fuck!

Water dispenser!

No, it's a tea dispenser!

PS: Thanks to the book friend Tankjia for the reward, Cauliflower is excited, typing!

PS: Recommendation tickets and monthly tickets are on the fast track.

PS: Book group: 189698162, come to the bowl quickly~