The vest magic changes the earth

As a qualified detective, Allen is the kind of person with strong action and imagination.

Once he finds a thread, he can tear the entire fabric like a curious cat.

So he came to the room on the top floor, accompanied by the fat cat, and Randolph said that he had to take care of some things and left first.All the sundries belonging to Lucien Simmons are stored in the top room.

It is said that this was requested by the ancestor himself. Along with his urn came back a letter, which specifically explained that all his belongings should be stored away.Fortunately, the entire old house is empty and there is no shortage of a room, so it has been safely and securely collected until now.

Allen pushed the door and went in. It was cleaned regularly, so it was very clean. He turned on the light, looked around, and kicked the fat cat lying at his feet and yawning.

"Garfield, get up and work."

The fat cat gave him a paw, and showed disdain for humans, and went to sleep in the corner by itself.

Allen raised his middle finger at Fat Cat.

He could only search for this room by himself, and opened the box, which exuded a dampness characteristic of old things, which was a bit cold.The things here are all neatly arranged, and it can be seen that they have been tidied up with care.

But at the same time, it can be seen that no one has touched these things for a long time. To find out what is inside, they just dust them regularly.

Allen found another notebook from inside, and it could be seen that Lucien Simmons really liked this kind of hard leather notebook.

Opening the notebook, a stack of papers fell out of it. Allen caught it in a hurry, and unfolded it. It was a map of the world.

The world map is a version of more than the last century, the color is dull, and various characters have been marked on the map with a pen, and the handwriting is the same as that on the notebook.

Among them, the circles were drawn unevenly on the map, and Allen counted them, 22 in total.

He took out his mobile phone, and someone on Twitter had already found most of the points, marked those beams of light, and compared them one by one according to the map, and they were completely consistent.

He then flipped back, and most of the notebook was blank, at most there were some traces of scribbled calculations, which Allen couldn't understand and were of little value.

Turning to the middle page, it was suddenly filled with a page.

3 month 17 day,

London rarely has such continuous downpours, especially in spring.

The season of spring and the city of London always give me a bad feeling. The old times and the old places always make people feel a little depressing.Especially after all these years, I am also old, my knees are bad, and it always hurts all night and all night in this humid place.

But it doesn't matter anymore, the No.20 'path' has been planted, and it can be completed immediately.

Ha, when it's finished, I can die in peace.

[No. 20 root 'path'? Does 'path' mean those beams of light?Allen thought that his heart had already set off a storm, and he always thought that those beams of light were something similar to miracles.But now it seems that this ancestor built it by himself.This is no less shocking than a person who went on to build the Tower of Babel by himself.

It's incredible how he did it.

Allen then looked down. 】

I was woken up by the sound of rain in the middle of the night, and dreamed of Metatron again.If he sees these 22 paths, he will be very happy, after all, they will become the best barrier for human beings.

But maybe it's still insignificant to him, after all, he loves everyone so fairly.

I recently read the Bible: "All the rivers flow into the sea, but the sea is not full." To the angel's long life, everyone is like the river to the sea, which embraces everything and dissolves everything.

Alas, I shouldn't have said this, and I didn't have the habit of keeping a diary before.

As people get older, especially at nights like this, it is easy to feel sad when they cannot sleep.You really shouldn't think about such meaningless things.Let me say one last thing, if one day the 'Path' is activated and someone discovers these things I left behind, remember that the 'Path' can only persist for a year at most after it is triggered.

The diary stopped abruptly at this point, and Allen turned a few pages more unwillingly, and found that Lucien Simmons had not left a solution, and there were still some incomprehensible calculation formulas and special symbols behind.

He closed the notebook and flipped through other things.The most inside are books, all kinds of books, from natural science to religious mysticism, as well as annotations written by Lucien Simmons himself.

Allen took a closer look and found that he hardly understood it at all. He knew every letter, and when he spelled it into a sentence, there were words to recognize him.He was a little sad in his heart. It seemed that he did not inherit the talent of his ancestors at all, and he could only study philosophy in college.

What was left was some odds and ends, such as the rusted silver dagger, the incense bottle that had evaporated long ago, the squashed gold cup, the astrolabe, and so on.

There is also a small box containing a necklace of diamonds.

Fat Cat raised his eyes, yawned lazily, and took a look: "They are all instruments used in ritual magic."

It's not that Allen didn't dabble in these things at the university level. As a detective, he needs to know a little about everything.

"Ceremony to Neptune? And diamonds, what do these represent?"

The fat cat took a deep look at those things: "This is high-level magic, and it may be trying to call a response from a higher spirit body. The diamond and Neptune may be symbols of someone's existence."

Tuk Tuk-

There was a knock on the door of the room.

The fat cat dozing off in the corner shivered, and stared at the door warily.

Allen's questioning was interrupted. He turned his head and was still studying with an astrolabe in his hand. He shouted impatiently, "Didn't I tell you not to disturb me?"

The knock on the door stopped, and the old butler said helplessly, "I'm sorry, but I have to come down. Your father is back."

Alan and Fat Mao looked at each other. Fat Mao flicked its tail and ran away from the window first.

He could only open the door, and was led down by the old housekeeper to meet the annoying father he had been hiding for many years.

As soon as he entered, the old man looked at him with a look of regret in hatred and a sense of superiority: "I have something very important to ask you, this is a secret passed down from generation to generation in the Simmons family, We have guarded it for hundreds of years. Originally, only every earl could know. But now, the world has changed."

"Oh."

"What is your attitude!"

"Oh, you want to talk about Lucien Simmons and the 22 'paths', I know." Allen said, with a calm and indifferent face on his face, and he was almost laughing in his heart.

The expression on the old man's face was wonderful for a moment, as if he wanted to beat up the unlucky boy on the spot, and Allen felt very happy in his heart, as if drinking a bottle of ice water in summer.

......

"call--"

On the American continent far away on the other side of the earth, it was already late at night.Manny put away her phone and boarded a bus.

The above-ground public transport system here has outdated facilities, relatively few trains, and a waste of time, so few people take it.

But the advantage is that the coverage of the bus is very wide and can extend to every corner of the city.Therefore, many domestic service workers will choose to take this bus, from urban areas with lower income to wealthy urban areas.They can't afford their own cars, so they can only choose to travel by public transport.

Manny is the nanny of the family, taking care of their precious children for the family with a monthly income of hundreds of thousands of dollars.

Now, she also spends more than 90 minutes going home after get off work.

Even if the catastrophe that destroyed the world happened just two days ago, it didn't have much to do with her. Unless the world was destroyed, she would have to work until the last moment, or she would sleep on the streets before the end.

There won't be much change in this society.

She was already very tired, a three or four year old boy was too tormenting, it took a lot of her energy.

Manny saw the familiar bus swaying past, the light was dim, and she was too tired.Didn't notice the water stains on the wheels, the lights were damaged and there was a dent in the front of the car.

She swiped her phone with her head down, and walked in.

The bottom of the car was a little damp, and Manny frowned.

The passengers in the car sat with their heads bowed sporadically, no one paid attention to her, and no one talked to each other.

She randomly found a place to sit down, and the chair was also a little damp.

The door squeaked, ready to close.

"and many more--"

A man shouted, he ran quickly, held the car door, and rushed in.

The driver cursed impatiently in a low voice.

The man didn't care, he smiled, walked over to Manny, and sat down.

Manny was a little unwell. Being approached by a strange young man in the middle of the night made her feel scared.

She raised her head and saw the other person's emerald green eyes, deep and beautiful, like a lake in the forest.

After a pause, she dismissed the idea of ​​changing seats, and sat down again.