Mermaid Reef

Juan opened his eyes and saw the water-stained ceiling.

This trace is quite familiar.

That's right, this is the ward where he lived.

Juan tried to sit up, and then he saw his right leg, suspended in mid-air with a bandage.

"I have a fracture?"

Juan tried his best to remember, but the experience of the third time travel was too short. He only remembered that he was almost swept away by the waves as soon as he landed.

How the evil god appeared and how he survived, Juan has no memory at all.

"Wait, where's the compass?"

Juan hastily reached out and groped under the pillow, but couldn't find it.

The pockets of the hospital gown were also empty, neither on the cabinet next to the bed nor in the drawers.

Oops!

Juan was worried that the compass would be picked up by uninformed people, because it looked very valuable, and maybe people would try to sell it, but it was an item belonging to the evil god, and it was still bound to the user.Everyone who tries to take possession of this compass may die like an antique dealer.

Juan looked up and saw Nick walking in with a dinner plate, and immediately wanted to ask about the situation happily, but Juan found that Nick's expression was very stiff, and he walked even more with the same hands and feet.

"What happened?"

Nick shook his head desperately, his eyes frightened, and he signaled repeatedly.

Juan didn't understand: "Behind me? Is there anything there?"

If I remember correctly, it was a window, and this is the third floor.

Juan turned his head and his pupils shrank instantly.

Someone stepped on the window sill that was empty just now.

——Jason is as easy and natural as walking up the steps of the opera house, wearing a double-breasted black dress and a sapphire cane.

The only thing that didn't match was that he was holding a colorful magazine in his hand.

It is a local magazine that reports the news that the government supports the archaeological team to salvage the treasure of the pirate capital, and also recommends resort hotels, summer beach food, etc. to tourists from Europe and the United States.

Because the official language of Jamaica is English, Jason can understand it.

"Are you awake?" Jason put away the magazine and took out a cigar box from his pocket.

Juan almost thought that the evil god also had the habit of smoking, and he still smoked the same brand of cigarettes as Dr. Marat, but Jason opened the cigar box, and there was the golden compass lying in it.

A spider web of cracks appeared on the compass case.

Juan was horrified, he suspected that his own bones were broken in the same way.

"No, you were injured by quicksand and failed to save yourself."

Jason felt that Juan's thoughts were all written on his face, which was very easy to understand.

It's a pity that Juan thinks that the evil gods have mind reading skills—if they do, they generally don't use them on humans, because they are useless when they are used up. In the literal sense, they are the kind that will be sent to garbage incinerators.

Juan subconsciously covered his legs and glanced at Nick, not knowing how to ask Jason about his current situation while concealing the truth.

With his eyes closed and his body trembling, Nick sat on the edge of the bed and said the name of God.

"Don't worry, I met your assistant at work yesterday, and Dr. Mara, the leader of your archaeological excavation team."

Jansen's words surprised Juan, it's not a good thing to be "known" by the evil god.

Jason went on to explain as thoughtfully as he could read minds: "They see the compass, and there may be some bad influence..."

Nick read the prayer aloud.

Juan: "..."

"He thinks I'm an illusion, and he thinks I'm a curse itself. Do you humans have a myth that a devil is locked in the compass?"

"It's in a bottle." Juan replied subconsciously.

Jason nodded: "Oh, anyway, the devil will kill the person who opened the cork... I mean the person who opened the compass, so he kept pretending not to see me. He wanted to warn you just now, and hoped that you would not talk to me, but You completely misunderstood what he meant."

Nick trembled more violently, then rolled his eyes suddenly, and fell unconscious.

Juan grabbed his hand in a hurry, and because he couldn't get out of bed, he could only stretch his neck to observe Nick's situation.

"He's fine, and he'll completely forget about it when I'm gone."

Jason said calmly, "He saw the mysterious existence because he was too close to you. When all the abnormalities disappear, the matter will be resolved."

"Where's Dr. Mara?" Juan didn't forget the other person Jason had just mentioned.

"He also..."

Jason thought for a few seconds, changed the adjective from glowing, and said tactfully, "He has the same quality of seeing the truth as you, so you might have to explain it to him."

Juan tensed.

"Actually, when we got out of trouble, we created a big earthquake in 1907. You may not remember it. When we arrived at the normal timeline in 1959, we also caused a small earthquake. Although the scale was small, I don't think you are suitable to stay. If you continue to dig here, you may see afterimages and hallucinations... If you don't want to go crazy, I suggest you change jobs."

Jason was sitting in Juan's bedside chair, the same one Nick had been sitting in.

Juan glanced at Nick lying on the ground with a complicated expression, and then looked at the evil god who seemed to be just visiting the patient normally.

"Well, before I resign, I will give Dr. Mara some accurate drawings of Port Royal." Juan insisted on completing his job, and did not want to give up the most precious treasure brought by this adventure.

Although it is still very laborious to salvage the underwater ruins sunk in the sand with the restoration map, it will save some detours.

For example, the probability of finding gold has increased many times, and the search time has also been shortened a lot. At least you can make a deal with the local government that employs them.

Jason said he didn't care about this matter, he just came to pay the final payment.

"what?"

Juan was shocked.

It turns out that the evil god will really give money?

Wait, it's as if he's hoping the 1959 Kingston doesn't have an accident?The evil god is satisfied with this, and increased the amount of remuneration?

Jensen pressed the compass case and opened it.

The crystal ball inside floated up automatically, and this time it clearly cast a reflection on the wall opposite the hospital bed.

It was an ancient city with mountains on its back and the sea on its back.

Because the building is too small, it can only be seen that the overall style looks like Rome.

The bay is near the city, and the mountains in the distance seem to be emitting thick smoke.

"This is!"

Juan stopped breathing, and he looked at the projection in disbelief.

Where is the most coveted place for archaeologists and field diggers?

The Apennine Peninsula, under Mount Vesuvius, the ancient city of Pompeii.

"There is only one chance to use it." Jason closed the compass and said to Juan, who was flushed with excitement, "The method is to reach the point of space coincidence first, and then open this compass, it can take you to the city in the image, use your The familiar method is to find the time crack in the still city, and then open the compass again, and you can return. After using it, it will lose all its power, and the crystal ball will shatter, turning into an ordinary compass.”

Jason let go, and Juan caught the compass in a hurry, as if he was looking at a dream lover, or holding a key that could open a golden treasure house.

Jason smiled and turned to the window.

If possible, he would also like to see the sight of Juan yelling and exploring in that ancient city, it must be very interesting.

This is also the main reason why Gemil is willing to spend his strength to pay this reward.

"Thank you!" Juan came back to his senses and hurriedly shouted at Jason's back,

Jason raised the brim of his hat, said goodbye like a gentleman, and then his figure disappeared into the whirling tree shadows and the night.

***

The sea breeze blows the petals in the courtyard.

Gemil touched the mask on his face, stood at the door of this wooden villa, and said with a half-smile: "It seems that I should knock on the door?"

There was no movement in the house.

It's like someone is insisting on playing dead.

"OK then."

Gemil raised his chin, and the sea behind him began to choppy without warning.

"do not!"

John suddenly pushed open the window, half of his body lying on the window sill in a state of embarrassment, and smashed a pot of daisies placed there.

Gemil turned his head and looked at John. He didn't notice the detective's aging immediately. After all, when the evil god distinguishes ants, he first looks at the brightness, and John's brightness is ideal.

"You should have guessed what kind of visitors will come to your door, why do you pretend that there is no such thing?" Gemil found it difficult for humans to understand.

Sea God walked into the courtyard, he glanced at the trembling cat at the root of the tree, and then turned his gaze back to the house.

"Is this the reward Jason gave you in London?"

"if not?"

John muttered, took out a teapot and started pouring black tea, "What misunderstanding do you have about the detective's income? Even the great Mr. Holmes needs to share the rent with others. Usually we earn as much as we use, because we have to travel around. There are also some unexpected difficulties to deal with... I must say that it is rare to find a client as generous as you."

"May I know what you paid Juan? Please forgive my inappropriate curiosity." John changed the subject without a trace.

Gamil chose the most comfortable rocking chair in the courtyard, leaned back slightly, frowned and said, "Travel orientation to Pompeii."

Even John, who has a lot of experience and has seen many big scenes, was shocked.

"Wow."

John sighed in a very un-British way, and he couldn't help but say, "This is too rich, for Juan."

Gemil didn't feel it.

That was the suggestion of Jensen, who said there was a better-known location in human treasure-digging adventure fiction than Port Royal.

Gemil went there to see that there is indeed a time crack, which is easy to locate.

Anyway, it was just a human being, and the order of time would not pay attention to such a weak existence.

Gemil looked across the wall and saw a picture frame on the fireplace in the living room of the house.

John is in the center of the photo, next to him is a woman with a wrinkled face, but still can see the beauty of her youth.

"Your wife, and children?"

"That's right, Mr. Holmes is not married, he can afford a house in the country, and I still have to support a family!" John picked up the shivering short-haired cat, feeling that his pet was so pitiful, and was frightened by the evil spirits, paws He held on to the buttons of his clothes and refused to let go.

If I knew it earlier, I should have sent my wife and children to take the cat on vacation.

It's a pity that carrying pets is very troublesome and painful, whether boarding a ship or taking a car.John is really not a rich man, and he can't pay high VIP fees when his family goes on vacation (refuge).

"Yesterday Hans called me and said that I saw you, and I knew you would come."

John stretched his head, as if he wanted to see Jason's figure on the path at the end of the flower tree.

Gemil knocked on the table in the courtyard with his knuckles, and said indifferently: "How long have you been married."

"Uh, 26 years?"

"How are your feelings?"

"..."

John suddenly realized that Gemil might have deliberately found an opportunity to find himself alone.

Sure enough, the next second, the evil god said bluntly: "How do human beings get along after marriage? I mean, after you have an intimate physical relationship and soul resonance, how do you return to the situation when you were passionately in love?"

John: "..."

John tentatively asked, "May I make a book list for you?"

Gemil was noncommittal, but John could see that Sea God was not satisfied at all.

"Well, I suggest that you go back to the place where you first met and recall the sweet past, or go to a new place to start a re-encounter game where you don't know me and I don't know you." John said while talking , and found that Gemil's sitting posture has changed subtly, from arrogance to a slightly interested "I'm listening" state.

Oh, evil god.

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