Rhodes breathed a sigh of relief at the familiar college environment.
Although he has only been in the academy for three days in total, he seems to be used to it.
Perhaps this is because he has spent most of the past decades in similar environments. Although Kingworth College is completely different from them, its inner essence has not changed.
As long as you accept its uniqueness, you will be able to adapt quickly.
Rhodes rushed back to the dormitory. It was still class time and there were not many people in the entire dormitory building.
Go through the empty common room and go up the corridor on the 10th Department side of the Third Hospital.
His dormitory is on the third floor, and the entire tenth group's dormitories are on this floor, so Kashan can bring the entire tenth group to knock on his door every time.
Rhodes opened the repaired door, jumped onto the bed, crossed his thumbs, and made a lightning symbol.
The next moment, my mind went into a trance, my vision became blurred, and my soul felt light, as if it was rising into the sky.
When the sight returned again, a faint gray mist was flowing around him. In front of him was a three-meter-high cyan obelisk, with a black altar to the side and behind.
This is the fourth time Rhodes has come to Dreamland, and he is still amazed by its mystery and strangeness.
But he was more anxious to verify his conjecture.
Rhodes ran to the stone tablet and did not see the soul fire at the last location.
Touching the four sides of the obelisk in turn made no difference.
"No? Did I guess wrong?"
In a daze, Rhodes saw the black altar in a blink of an eye. In the big open hand in the center of the altar, six groups of soul flames were floating in the air.
Five of them were very small, and when Rhodes concentrated, their information appeared in his mind.
【dusty soul】
There is also a line of small words below.
[Part of the soul from the dead river ghost]
This part of the text is in common language and is accompanied by his own voice, which is very easy to recognize.
These five flames are exactly the same, and there is no difference in appearance. They are all white flames as thin as gossamer with dots of black entwined in them.
Rhodes came to his senses.
Aren't these the five balloons he popped before, the "dead souls" that Lauren called them?
Devouring souls is indeed true.
Rhodes didn't know whether he was happy and excited or worried, so he turned his gaze to another flame.
[The Tainted Soul of Sotir Red]
The small text below reads [Part of the soul with characteristics from Sotir Red].
Sure enough!
Rhodes suddenly clenched his hands.
His soul is with me.
His name is not Bass, his real name is Sotir Red.
If the secrets in his soul can be dug out, all the broken clues can be connected, and the real murderer or scapegoat may be found.
Rhodes became excited.
However, he soon discovered that he did not know how to interpret this soul.
He tried to touch it, but his finger went right through.
He tried to talk to it, but got no response.
This soul is like a phantom, there is no way to interact with it.
Rhodes tried all his methods, but finally found only one useful one, which was to stare at it and listen to it.
Then, he heard a very small voice.
"13 Baker Street..."
"Alex..."
They echo in the depths of Sotir Red's soul, like the melody that makes up this soul, repeating endlessly.
Only these two pieces of information.
It's a bit disappointing, but at least it's better than getting nothing.
Rhodes tried to listen to the other five souls, but only heard crazy noises and chaotic roars.
He immediately withdrew from this state.
Although I only listened to it for a few seconds, I felt very headache, nausea and discomfort.
"Grass!"
Rod angrily named a plant.
As expected, you cannot listen to the voice of the soul casually. The world is so weird, what if you hear something you shouldn’t hear?
You must be careful and steady.
Rhodes said to himself in his heart.
He looked at the six groups of souls in front of him and began to think about his next move.
He doesn't plan to hand over this news yet.
Because it is difficult to explain the source of the information.
Secondly, when the situation is unclear, it is best not to rashly take the initiative to promote the case.
Although he believes that he is not the murderer, the truth will not change just because he believes it or not.
If the situation permits, it is best to verify these two pieces of information yourself before deciding on the next step.
With his thoughts settled, Rhodes glanced at the obelisk and thought: "There seems to be only so much information that can be obtained from souls. I can try to see if these souls can really ignite the light spots on the obelisk...
…If we can have a little more strength, it’s not necessarily a bad thing.”
Thinking of this, Rhodes jumped off the altar and came to the obelisk.
Reaching out to touch the surface of the monument, the deep starry sky appeared again, with countless dark light spots appearing or disappearing on the black background.
The "Dark Devourer" in the center still exudes a dark red light, like an ominous eye.
It’s no different than before.
However, when Rhodes concentrated his attention, he instantly noticed the existence of the altar, his spirit seemed to be connected to it, and his mind seemed to be touched by something.
This is a wonderful connection, and the Dark Altar seems to be under his thoughts.
Rhodes has a feeling that he can throw the soul on the altar into any point of light in the starry sky at any time.
However, when he tried to choose the dark red light spot as the target, a clear prohibitive intention appeared in his mind.
"Uh...this won't work."
Rhodes moved his eyes towards the flickering light spots, and found that when he aimed his sight at them, the light spots turned into black holes.
"Does this mean you want me to fill the black hole?"
Rhodes chose one that pleased his eyes from the bright spots in the sky.
It is on the upper right side of "Dark Devourer" and is relatively close.
When you don't look at it directly, it glows slightly with blue light, the stars are light, and it looks a bit transparent in the background of the night sky. If you don't pay attention, you will lose the target, like a phantom.
But when Rhodes focused his attention on it, it turned into a black hole, with obvious boundaries, separated from the black background.
As soon as Rhodes thought, six balls of soul fire rose from the black altar and flew into the obelisk.
Then, these six groups of soul fires appeared from the starry sky, followed Rhodes' line of sight, and fell into the black hole like meteors.
However, the black hole was not ignited.
These six tiny fires stay quietly in the black hole, occupying a small part of the space.
"Not enough."
Rhodes thought.
"More souls are needed."
What to do?
Where do I get it? How do I get it?
Rhodes didn't think clearly for a moment, and when he was about to continue looking, he suddenly tensed up, and then his eyes blurred, and a familiar falling feeling appeared.
Too bad!
He knew that someone outside must have interfered with him and made him escape from the dream.
Sure enough.
When his vision returned, Rhodes immediately saw Kashan's lake-like light blue eyes and the blond hair hanging down from her forehead.
"You finally woke up?"
She snorted, straightened up, and moved her face away from him.
"It's a hell of a sleep."
Rhodes quickly put away his gesture. Fortunately, he was covered with a quilt, otherwise his suspicion would have deepened with this cultist-like symbol.
Looking up, there were several senior students standing behind her. One of them with a red armband stepped forward and said, "Rhode, we are from the Academic Affairs Office, please come over now.
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Rhodes was shocked, I won't be fired, right? He asked quickly: "What's wrong? What's the matter?"
Hong Armband smiled kindly and said: "Don't worry, it's just a test. Time is a bit tight, let's talk as we go."
Rhodes glanced at Kashan, who misunderstood the look, raised her head and said arrogantly: "Don't worry, it's not a bad thing."
"No." Rhodes said, "I'm asking, how did you get in?"
Kashan smiled slightly, a hint of cunning flashed in her light blue eyes.
"I have the key."
"Where did it come from?"
"When we were repairing the door, I gave him a hand. Don't ever think of shutting me out again."
This ambiguous statement caused a lot of misunderstanding.
On the way to the academic office, a senior sighed softly: "Young people today are really good at playing."
His tone was full of envy.
"Maybe we can see the first batch of freshmen taking maternity leave."