The outer walls of the ancient castle are covered with moss, the flowerbeds are full of withered grass, the corners of the walls are covered with spider webs, the doors and windows have been weathered for a long time and have almost lost their original color, and even the outer masonry is somewhat broken.
Everything looked so dilapidated and devoid of any popularity.
But today, cars came quickly and parked next to them. Soldiers jumped out of the cars one by one and surrounded the castle. Then several teams of technicians wearing chemical protective suits came with various weapons.
The instruments, protected by soldiers holding weapons, carefully entered the castle.
In the Dram car behind, Munakata watched attentively the real-time footage of the commandos displayed on the front windshield.
This is the residence found by the dreamer Hiroshi Narumi in the metropolitan security system - a very ancient castle.
Xincheng stood outside the car, holding a victory rifle in his hand, looking at the castle not far away, and said: "He actually built a castle here."
Although this castle doesn't look big, it's a mini version in terms of volume and height, but it's still a castle anyway, and it looks very old.
At that time, a castle could be built in this deep mountain and old forest. It was definitely not ordinary people. Xincheng was very curious about the reason why he built this miniature castle in such an inaccessible place. With such financial resources, everyone
Can we build a small town outside the mountains?
And in recent years, metropolitan areas have been expanding, even to small towns. Wouldn't it be better to get rich immediately by writing scripts and collecting rents directly? This is no better than staying in the deep mountains and old forests.
"Maybe it has some special meaning." Horii stood on the other side of the car, also holding up a victory rifle. There was no discovery of the monster at the scene. Tiga's flames burned everything clean, except for the big pits.
, there is nothing left. If you want to know something about alchemy, you can only hope to find something in this alchemist's home.
Soon, a commando team composed mainly of chemical defense soldiers entered the interior of the castle and began to clean up the overgrown weeds in the courtyard according to the procedures. The engineering department followed closely to build a two-person wide passage to allow subsequent personnel to pass quickly.
Enter the castle, divide into several teams, and break in with guns:
"Safety!"
"Safety!"
Safety instructions were sent back to Zongfang. After all the rooms were searched and nothing was found, Zongfang asked the soldiers to withdraw. People from the Science Department entered with instruments to conduct detailed surveys and sampling of the castle.
After the deployment was completed, Zongfang turned around and said to Qianye Cheng in the back seat: "Let's go!"
"Yeah!" Chiba Makoto, who was wearing a TPC uniform, nodded, picked up the hat next to him, put it on, followed Munakata with a box, and entered the castle together.
From the wide open door, beams of sunlight shine in, reflecting the light and shadow in the room. There is a thick layer of dust everywhere on the ground. The wind from outside blows in and rolls up a thin layer of dust, which is reflected in the light and shadow.
Dance in between.
"There are no footprints. It looks like no one has lived there for a long time." Zongfang glanced around. There were only footprints at the door when the commando came in. The dust in the house was still there, and there was no trace of human life at all.
"That's right, how could there be anyone in such a shabby place?" Xincheng said, lowering the victory rifle in his hand.
In his opinion, this place is inaccessible. Let alone ordering takeout, just to buy something, you have to travel thousands of miles away. It is simply too inconvenient. Which modern person can endure this kind of life without the Internet.
At this moment, a soldier hurried over, saluted, and said: "Commander, we found a basement over there."
"Let's go!" Zongfang immediately strode over, along the newly cleared path, to the basement entrance next to the side room.
The covered wooden door is rotten to the point that it will break if touched, and the surrounding area is covered with weeds. If it were spring and summer, the lush vegetation would definitely cover up the entrance.
"Open it!" Munakata ordered, Shinjo and Horii stepped forward, pulled the broken wooden door aside, and then carefully walked in holding the victory rifle.
The tactical flashlight illuminated a room full of debris:
The clothes were scattered everywhere, and they were almost torn into strips of cloth. They even blended into the wet mud on the ground. They had obviously been left there for a long, long time.
The tables, chairs and benches were all twisted and twisted, turning into a pile of broken wood, which was crispy to the slightest touch. There were also some broken glass and broken bottles mixed in among the debris. Some of them were still intact, and they could be seen as beakers and measuring cups.
There are some dark things stuck to the walls of jars and other containers, but I don’t know what they were originally packed with.
"This..." Xincheng slowly lowered the victory rifle in his hand. This room was even worse than other rooms. If other places seemed to have been vacant for only a few years, then this place seemed to have been vacant for decades, so that everything was ruined.
It was rotten into pieces.
"Collect some samples for analysis." Horii immediately went out and called someone to collect the samples.
And Chiba Makoto has walked into the depths of the room, looking at the wreckage on the ground, the picture shown in the flames emerges in his mind. It seems to be here behind Narumi Hiroshi, but everything was still fine at that time, but now
But they are all in disrepair, as if time is passing faster here.
As I was walking, I stepped on something hard under my feet. When I looked down, I saw it was a thick book with a hard shell.
After brushing off the stains on the thick shell, a complex inverted pentagram array was revealed, with figures that looked like lizards and snakes underneath, giving people an ominous feeling.
Chiba Makoto carefully opened the pieces of paper. He didn't know how long he had thrown them on the ground, so that the stains soaked into the paper, causing the entire book to be severely stained. Many of the writings were no longer clear and could only be read roughly.
...
I heard a voice calling me, but XXXX
...
I heard that voice again, it seemed to be answering the question, but I never XXX
...
I heard my own voice, my God, this is XXX
...
There is someone I am talking to
...
I want to hurry XXX
...
I'm about to swallow me up, hurry up XXXX
...
It's coming, it's coming
...
I XXX
...
The time I wake up is getting shorter and shorter, I want to give myself to XXX
...
Who can save XXX
...
Although most of the content is not clear, only these identifiable parts and the information revealed between the lines give people a feeling of palpitations.
Narumi Koya's mental illness seems to be not only due to the death of a relative, but also due to the inexplicable voice in his mind, and an 'I'. What exactly is the 'waking time' he refers to? Could it be schizophrenia?
The other him is seizing control of the body, or...
At the end of what can be seen, Narumi Hiroshi also sent out a cry for help, but why was it recorded in the notebook? Who knows?