Welcome to the game room of luck supremacy

The paper feels a bit strange, and the surface of the paper feels a little rough. At first, Shen Lin thought it was the backwardness of the times——now that the paper industry is not so developed, it is impossible to make paper that is as smooth as modern times, but if His guess is correct, there is only one possibility, the paper is made of some special material.

He rolls Cthulhu Mythos skill check: 25/2, big success!

Spiritual murmurs poured into his mind, and Shen Lin seemed to be caught in the heart by some kind of greatness lurking in the deep sea or sleeping in the depths of the stars. The colorful brilliance exploded like fireworks in front of his eyes, and the layers of black mist became more and more intense. Fading and fading, he seemed to be pulled into a fantasy world, with twisted and twisted clouds and mists filling his eyes.

He saw a mysterious clay tablet bought by a ragged young man from a second-hand goods market to a poor home, and it was covered with dense, symmetrical and undecipherable words.Since then, the man has had nightmares almost every night, and he can always hear some deep and long voices ringing in his ears, and see the dots of lights, which are connected to the thread of prayer in the dream that rolls forward night after night , he heard the call of something and responded one night.

That night, the shattered windows were half-opened, and the squalling wind and showers poured in through the windows.

He used worn clothes to block the wind and rain, lived in a corner of the room and wrote quickly.

The pen could no longer write ink, and the plastic box filled with water was almost colorless. He was writing hard, almost relying on the tip of the pen to scratch the paper to complete the records of his thoughts.

Someone was knocking on the door outside the door, and the sound of abuse was mixed in the rain. They urged him to pay rent and pay his debts.

Suddenly it was pitch black, and even the last kerosene lamp burned to the end.

There was a strange silence in the darkness, the man suddenly dropped his pen and roared, he slammed the table hard, the wedding photo was swept to the ground, the photo frame was broken, the man hugged his head in sleepiness, lying on the table, Let out a low whimper of pain.

At this moment, the stone slab on the side seemed to be attracted by extreme negative emotions, and the mysterious and unpredictable words glowed faintly. Those distorted words extended from the slate and turned into tentacles with teeth and claws, holding the man tightly. surrounded tightly.

The man didn't show any discomfort, he couldn't even feel the existence of these tentacles, he felt that his spirituality had drifted into a certain imaginary space, where the planes collided and blended constantly, and the stars of the universe were all at hand, he seemed to be able to Destroying or creating a civilization and time and space, he vaguely saw a huge thick fog exploding at the end of the universe, and there seemed to be something indescribably great sleeping in it, his eyes were penetrating the vastness and distance, staring deeply at himself .

At that moment, Shen Lin seemed to be himself.

He clearly perceives everything that a man perceives, and his body and spirit seem to have received some kind of gift-like transformation, which made him obtain an indescribable extraordinary sublimation.

The storm stopped suddenly, and the constant knocking on the door downstairs also disappeared, and time seemed to stand still. The man could only hear his brisk heartbeat and heavy breathing.

He stood up, rummaged around, and finally found the slate that he had brought back on the ground. There were still unreadable words on it. He remembered his original intention of bringing this slate back—he heard the mysterious message from the slate. Calling, so I reluctantly used the last money to bring it home.

Now, he can vaguely understand these words, each stroke is incomparably clear, he picked up the pen, dipped the little ink left and wrote the first paragraph of words on the slate, his spirituality began to wander again Take to the skies, embarking on one fantastical adventure after another with each world he creates.

Shen Lin came back to his senses, and it clearly appeared in his mind: "This is the No. 19 clay tablet. At the beginning, 23 clay panels were found in the early Triassic stratum in a sand mining area, with densely packed symmetrical symbols on them—— It is not enough to be called a text, because it does not belong to any language system in the world, and no one can translate what it means. Until later, someone vaguely deciphered the meaning of the words engraved on the No. 19 clay board. , He said it was chanting the guardian of knowledge, and wrote a spell that could summon the guardian of knowledge. It is omnipotent and omnipotent. But no one can verify the authenticity of his interpretation. Later, his intact body was found Discovery, despair before death."

When Yan Xiu saw that Shen Rin seemed to have fallen into a demon, his eyes were dazed for a long time, and he couldn't help asking in a low voice: "What's wrong?"

Shen Lin's eyes lit up, he opened the notebook to the last blank space, took out the pen from his pocket, pulled off the cap, and tried to write on it, but the ink couldn't stay, and all the words disappeared quickly with time.

Is it impossible to write something on it with a normal pen... Sure enough, it's not that simple.

Shen Lin looked up at the wall clock on the wall, it was about to start the second half of the auction.

He closed the book, wrapped the cover with a handkerchief, and strode towards the carriage where the auction was held. His other hand was still tightly clenched with Yan Xiu.

"How much money do you have?" Shen Lin asked Yan Xiuyi.

"No money," Yan Xiuyi said frankly, "I am a policeman, and the businessman is just a disguised identity."

"It's okay, I'll just ask casually." Shen Lin was not surprised, "You don't look like rich either."

Yan Xiuyi: "..."

He glanced at the entrance of the auction and didn't see Anderson, then went back to the carriage they lived in and knocked on Anderson's door.

I wonder how Anderson is doing now?Maybe he was crazy like everyone else, hoping to have some self-awareness, and then the door opened, and Anderson stood there with clear eyes, a suit and leather shoes, a potbellied man, and he was tightening his half-tied tie with one hand.

"What's wrong? Rin?" Anderson asked.

Shen Lin carefully observed Anderson's state: "Let's do an investigation."

"Never mind, I'll give you some friendly help, he's not crazy."

"Anderson, are you rich?" Shen Lin asked.

"He's quite rich." Anderson was stunned. "What? You want to borrow money from me?"

"A thing was auctioned at the auction," Shen Lin said, "This room is a circle of perpetual circulation, and I need that thing to break the balance now."

Anderson: "Wait??? Please explain clearly, I didn't understand, what!?"

Shen Lin: "Time is running out, there is no time to explain too much, first help me take a picture of that thing, called the Eye of the Nibelungen, you should be able to take pictures with your financial resources."

Anderson was still in a dazed state, and Shen Rin turned back to Alice's room. When he opened the door and entered, Alice was still sitting in front of the dressing table. Seeing Shen Rin, she said aggrievedly: "Rin, you go Where? Why did I come back? I don't know which clothes to wear, and which accessories to choose. If you don't come back, I will just wear a casual outfit. Fortunately, I am only in the second half of the auction something you want."

Shen Lin: "..."

Yan Xiuyi stood outside the door, leaning against the wall outside the room, listening to the sounds in the room.

Shen Lin suppressed the urge to stay with Yan Xiuyi all the time, and chose a suitable outfit for Alice. When it was time to choose jewelry, Shen Lin put away the dressing box and put it aside.

He sent Alice out, and at the door, Shen Lin gave Yan Xiu a gesture, and Yan Xiu slipped into the room neatly.

KP: "Over confrontation, stealth versus detection."

"Let's discuss and quickly investigate." Yan Xiuyi said.

KP said generously: "Yes."

Yan Xiuyi throws agility 80/55, normal success; Alice throws detection 70/82, fails.

All Alice's thoughts were on the upcoming auction, and she didn't even notice that when she turned around and ran to the auction carriage, someone swiftly flashed past her behind, and then slipped into his room.

As soon as Yan Xiu took away the jewelry box, he walked out calmly, closed the door, and went to the auction to meet Shen Lin.

At the auction, just like the picture in memory, Alice and Errol fiercely photographed the Eye of the Nibelungen. Without the support of Doramond, Alice quickly lost the battle. When Errol thought he had the chance to win, Anderson lived up to Shen Lin's expectations and bid a higher price than Errol, and finally succeeded in winning the Eye of the Nibelungen.

Alice walked back to the room in a daze, she didn't even hear Shen Rin's leave request, Shen Rin looked at the girl's pale back and left, feeling a little sorry.

Whether it is Alice, Errol or Doramond, they are all nodes on a ring that can never break free. They are all nailed to this ring, and the Eye of Nibelungen is their core. , but cannot change their fate.

Shen Lin let out a sigh of relief, and went to ask Anderson for the Eye of the Nibelungen.

Anderson looked at the box that was as big as a slap, and said, "What the hell is this thing? Why do you want it so much? What do you mean by the ring you just said? What, isn't it not long since our game started?" Why? Why is there so much information?!"

Shen Lin took the Eye of the Nibelungen from him, and briefly explained the situation in this room. When he learned that the last san-check test was 1d20/1d30, the Andersons were almost frightened, and waited for their reaction. Come over, patted his protruding belly, and said with emotion: "Then I'm so lucky! I'm not crazy?!"

The box was opened by Shen Rin, revealing a strange eyeball. For a moment, Shen Rin didn't know how to use this stone to leave marks on the notebook. He opened the chair beside him and sat down, and took out the notebook he found in the library. , when turning the page, the pentagram pattern like a distorted starfish was still infinite on the back of Shen Lin's hand, with four corners pointing to four directions, east, west, north, south, and the other corner pointing to an indescribable direction.

Shen Lin laid the notebook flat on the table, picked up the Eye of the Nibelungen and pointed it at the light to find any clues.

KP: "You do a reconnaissance."

The successful investigation made Shen Lin discover that there is a flowing liquid in the eyeball of the Eye of the Nibelungen, which is constantly flowing along the delicate and rich capillaries in the eyeball.

"Ashtray." Yan Xiuyi said suddenly.

"What?!" Anderson didn't respond.

"Give me the ashtray." Yan Xiuyi repeated.

Anderson was still a little dazed, but he followed Yan Xiuyi's instructions and gave Yan Xiuyi an ashtray made of an iron plate for holding cigars.

Yan Xiuyi was very familiar with Shen Lin's every move. He put the ashtray by Shen Lin's hand, and Shen Lin took advantage of the opportunity to put the Eye of Nibelungen on the tray. He looked around and found a metal ornament with hard corners. The Eye of the Nibelung smashed down hard.

KP: "..."

Shen Lin smashed it twice, and handed the thing to Yan Xiuyi: "My strength is not high, you smash it."

"Don't smash it, don't smash it," KP: "Well, you pass the power, but every time you pass the power, you will definitely lose 1d3 points of health. I will not count you as a pass until you roll your first big success. "

Yan Xiu has been throwing directly: 80/3, a big success!

Shen Lin: "..."

KP: “………………” It’s outrageous.

As Yan Xiu lifted the knife with one hand, the Eye of the Nibelungen burst open, and thick black liquid flowed out from the crack, soon filling up a plate of ashtrays.

Shen Lin dipped the pen into the liquid and tried to write the first word in the notebook.

He waited for a while, but the handwriting was still clear. It seemed that this was the correct way to use the notebook.

So, what should he put on paper to reverse the status quo?