How to beat a white flower

Although the manor is very dilapidated, the interior decoration is different from the nineteenth century exterior.

The iron frame was neatly stacked on the ground, and the two arrived at their destination after passing through several technologically-sense checkpoints.

Crotia's notes are well preserved in the incubator, and the slightly yellowed paper can be seen through the surface glass of the suitcase.

"This manor used to be the property of a viscount...it was converted into a temporary laboratory during the war..."

The old man's eyes were pale and dull, like the eyes of a ghoul under the dim white light. "Miss Crotia is doing research here. She is a gentle person and will share candy with the children nearby."

"Later, didn't the Viscount's descendants do anything?"

"I don't know, maybe the war took away too many things. I have been a gatekeeper here for 70 years, and I have never seen anyone who came to take away the manor."

"You are the first human being to enter the house in 70 years."

The air was swishingly cold, and the old man's voice was hoarse.

"Me? I'm just a ghost..."

"Please treat Miss Crotia's things well."

The old man stroked the guide dog, turned and said so to Sera.

"OK……"

The suitcase was not light, and Sierra started to feel sore after carrying it for a while. She took out the terminal and decided to try to get a taxi in this wilderness.

There was a screeching sound of tire rubbing, and a snow-white sports car stopped in front of Sierra.

The car window was rolled down, revealing Bai Lan's face.

"Serra sauce—"

He smiled sweetly, but it gave Sera goosebumps for no reason.

"Aren't you in neon?"

"But Sera sauce has come to Europe."

Bai Lantuo replied, and opened the car door.

"Stop talking so much, isn't the Sera sauce cold?"

The heater in the car gushed out gushing out, carrying the sweet smell that Bai Lan never left.

But Sierra didn't move, she examined Bai Lan, her eyes fixed on his eyes.

A familiar purple inverted crown tattoo.

"Huh? Is Sera-chan looking at this..." He suddenly moved closer, "Didn't Sera-chan tattooed it on me? Could it be that I'm not used to it?"

"nothing……"

Sera pulled up his collar and got into the car.

"You don't drive?"

"it is good--"

Beethoven's Sixth Symphony is played in the car, which is romantic and beautiful. Although it is snowing heavily outside, it seems to bring people back to the bright spring. Walking by the stream that has just thawed, the surrounding branches are sprouting buds little by little. .

Although he didn't ask her where she lived, Bai Lan still sent her to the hotel Kusanagi had booked in advance.

Serra didn't say much, just motioned him to pick up the luggage.

And she herself was carrying a suitcase.

Opening the suitcase in a room with a moderate temperature, the smell of stale ink hits in an instant, and the wind of the last century seems to be sealed inside.

Wearing film gloves, she flipped through the documents carefully, lest the fragile paper be broken or damaged.

On the first line of the first page of the notes, the dark blue handwriting pierces the back of the paper. It is written in obscure Latin and uses mirror images.

【World Cornerstone】

That's what the Silver King's sister, Claudia, called the Dresden Stones.

Sera's spirit was shaken, and she felt vaguely that she had touched some kind of truth.

[Although it is not completely confirmed, but unlike Weitzman, I think that "Slate" is not a purely material existence, and she should have her own consciousness. 】

The first sentence at the beginning made Sera's pupils shrink slightly, and a wonderful sense of trembling ran through her nerves through her fingertips, and some conjectures gradually surfaced.

[Today's experiment with the mouse was successful... The power of the slate was successfully pulled out by Weitzman, maybe we can really use this power. 】

……

[The power of the slate can be roughly divided into seven types. The light of different colors is very conspicuous. Some of the experimental mice that received the light died directly, and some possessed the power that can be called "supernatural power". 】

This part is similar to the Notes of the Silver King, but the language used in the narrative is softer.

[After preliminary experiments, I found that the slate has a certain effect of correcting life energy. This effect directly acts on the genetic level of the experimental mice. Perhaps, as expected, the slate can promote life to evolve at a faster speed. 】

[Whether this evolution is correct... I don't know, I just hope that the war will end soon. 】

In the corner of the manuscript, Sera saw that Crotia also recorded the number of children who were rescued and sheltered by the institute, and even wrote what each child liked to eat and where they lived.

Although most of them are "unknown address".

After turning over a few pages of data, the notes are all blank.

Serra knew this was because Crotia had died in the air raid by then.

Reorganize the notes and put them back in the incubator. These materials will be brought to Neon by a special person and kept by the rabbit.

"Sera-chan, is it over?" Just as the suitcase was closed, Bai Lan's voice sounded from outside.

"It's just over." She stood up and opened the door. Outside stood Bai Lan who had changed into a black turtleneck sweater. The tight-fitting sweater made him look wide-shouldered and narrow-waisted, full of aggressiveness and explosiveness like a leopard.

"Let's go eat together." He gave Selah one of the marshmallows in his hand.

Snow white and soft, exuding the taste of milk and candy.

Prynne really likes eating marshmallows.

Sera nodded, turned around, picked up the long coat hanging at the door, and followed him out.

The hotel's restaurant serves traditional German cuisine, and Serra's menu includes fried sausages, potato salad, lye bread and black and white cookies.

Prynne, on the other hand, chose the Holstein steak meal, which included veal steak, fried egg, capers and fish, and ordered curd croquettes.

The skin of the sausage is pierced with a fork, and the oil is sizzling, and enough cheese is added to the potato salad. German food is prepared for this cold winter and can provide enough heat.

Sierra has no special obsession with food other than desserts. With her hair coiled up, she eats at an almost uniform speed.

Instead, it was Bai Lan opposite her, holding a silver fork in one hand, and he was tossing a small fried egg over and over again. If the fried egg could talk, it must have protested loudly. pull.

It looked a little sick - Prynne used to look at Sera from time to time while eating, but it never brought this feeling to her.

As if to turn her into a sweet cotton candy and eat it in one bite.

Although he didn't deliberately use the ability, with this ability, Sera inevitably had a sharper intuition.

And now that intuition seemed to be shrouded in a fog of uneasiness, alarming her no matter what the truth was.

"Did Sera-chan find anything after reading the notes?" As if he mentioned it accidentally, Bai Lan finally let go of the poor fried egg, picked up the shiny silver knife instead, and sliced ​​up the veal steak bit by bit. .

The steak was only medium rare, the knife fell, and the bright red hemoglobin was squeezed out along the texture of the meat, leaving a trace on the porcelain white plate.

"It's not much different from Weitzman's notes, but Crotia also brought up a very interesting point."

Serra watched as he divided the steak into equal pieces, eating the leftovers and lining up the tenderest cubes in the center.

"She sees the slabs as the 'building blocks of the world'. "

Bai Lan's movements paused, he raised his head, and Sera was still eating in a leisurely manner. The mashed potatoes were mixed with various fresh vegetables and pickled fish, poured with sauce, and fed into the mouth spoon by spoon.

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The white flower has started to be a dog (.