The black and red steam train passed through a countryside, with snow-white smoke columns emitting from the huge chimneys.
Inside the first-class carriage.
Aaron, Clark, and Bruce occupied a small room, sitting opposite each other, with a small tea table in front of them.
Once the outer box door is closed, the inside becomes its own space with a high degree of privacy.
"Even so...the slowness and vibration of this train are unavoidable."
Aaron looked at the scenery outside the window and sighed in his heart.
After some consideration, he agreed to Clark's request.
The history professor immediately took leave, and the three of them took a steam train together to prepare for the Tangjila Mountains.
At this time, the train seats were divided into three categories: first class, second class, and third class. The first class tickets were such small boxes, and the second class tickets only had seats stacked in rows.
But overall, they are better than third-class seats.
Especially in the carriage behind the mine furnace, if the windows were not closed tightly, a large amount of coal ash would immediately drift in. Many third-class passengers turned into black people after getting off the train.
Aaron put his cane aside and held the newspaper in his hand. He always felt that a female flight attendant pushing a trolley full of candy would pass by in the aisle outside the window at any time.
Clark closed the curtains and threw out a silver charm.
A spiritual wall emerged, separating the inside and outside of the carriage.
"Okay, now we can talk about the destination."
Clark coughed and stuffed tobacco into his pipe: "The ruins we are going to are an abandoned small mountain village in the Tangjila Mountains. According to my investigation, it has a history of more than three hundred years. It was once the 'Lotus Eater'
The birthplace of people's organizations."
"Lotus Eaters?" Aaron inexplicably thought of the content in the book "Sleepwalking Chronicles": "That seems to be a spiritual creature..."
"Yes, but then someone came into contact with them in a dream, so in reality there was a secret society that worshiped ghouls and believed in the 'Skeleton Lord'..."
Clark sighed: "It is precisely because of this that the secret organizations and esoteric cult groups are always unable to be eradicated, because the Bureau of Investigation cannot prevent people from dreaming... Even ordinary people who do not know the 'Key of Dreams' spell are still sleepwalking.
Possibly contacting the dream world."
"The 'Lord of the Bones' is the god in charge of February... It's August now, so there shouldn't be any problems."
Aaron sighed and said, but he was secretly alert in his heart.
It involves a secret organization and a Si Sui, and his divination may be misled!
'Sure enough, you still can't trust the ability of divination too much...'
"Very good, it seems that your knowledge of mysticism has increased again." Clark nodded with satisfaction, and took out documents and stacks of manuscripts from the briefcase at hand: "I am investigating to find the 'Lotus Eaters'
It has been a long time since the birthplace of "The First Breakthrough" was the acquisition of this letterhead in the infamous 'Rainy Night Butcher' case!"
He pointed to the old letter paper at the top of the table and motioned for Aaron to open it.
Next to him, Bruce was exclaiming: "That murderer who was active a hundred years ago and liked to kill young girls on rainy nights? He caused a lot of sensation and panic back then..."
Aaron opened the letter and saw the slightly scrawled writing on the yellowed paper:
[Dear Master Teacher, I can’t wait to share with you that I have found another fresh lotus flower. It is so beautiful, so swaying...]
[This reminds me of your teachings on the Holy Mountain, how to select truly fresh lotus flowers, how to peel off their fresh petals and find the delicious and juicy lotus seeds...]
[I dream that one day I can return to the Holy Mountain, to Tangjila, and listen to your teachings...]
…
Looking at these large numbers of words full of metaphors, Aaron, who was well aware of what a group of followers of 'Red' were, couldn't help but frown.
"Ahem... I found this from the relics of the 'Rainy Night Butcher' after he was sentenced to hanging two years ago. It was hidden by a mysterious method with the original writing... But as a 'secret history scholar',
I have a pair of eyes that are good at discovering secrets..."
Clark Dass coughed, and excitement appeared on his face: "Then, I have been tracking down the ancient stronghold of the Lotus Eaters organization. I have hired many groups of archaeologists and extraordinary people to go deep into Tangjila Mountain, and finally found it recently!
"
"After the case that shocked the country that year, the Investigation Bureau carried out a brutal attack and suppression of the Lotus Eaters organization, forcing them to abandon their original ancient stronghold. According to the subsequent batches of Extraordinaries, it was safer there. Of course, it was also
There are no extraordinary materials or secret transmissions..."
'Hiding yourself in a big city and sending people to explore ancient ruins is really your style!' Aaron cursed in his heart, and then said: "But the ancient history contained in those ruins is still quite valuable?"
"Exactly."
Clark Dass nodded: "This is also to lay a good foundation for Bruce... You don't have to worry about the ordinary beasts in the Tangjila Mountains. What I am worried about is that there may be ghosts and ghosts lingering in those places... and 'Yao'
'Extraordinary people are always good at purification."
"Leave it to me."
Aaron nodded.
…
More than two hours later, the three of them got off the steam train, hired a carriage, and arrived at the edge of the Tangjila Mountains.
"Let's go!"
Clark Dass, who was wearing a hunter uniform and dressed very smartly, walked into the jungle first.
Aaron looked at Bruce who was carrying a big hiking bag, shook his head, and followed behind with a walking stick.
Chi Chi!
Suddenly, several colorful birds fell from the tree crown in front.
They landed on Clark Dath's shoulders, chirped, and flew into the sky.
"I'm sure there is no danger in the road ahead."
Clark Das seemed like a capable wilderness survival master, and his tone was full of confidence.
"Communicating animals?"
Aaron looked at it for a few times and suddenly spoke.
"Yes!"
Clark said proudly: "This is the ability of a 'Druid'. A 'Druid' can master both 'Red' and 'Pupa'. I once held a 'history retrospective' ceremony in a Druid holy land, but it was a pity that
My rank was too low at that time, and I only gained the abilities of 'Animal Affinity' and 'Beast Language'..."
"Historical review?" Bruce also asked curiously: "Teacher, what is that?"
"This is the core ability of our secret history scholars!" Clark glanced at Aaron: "But there are more people who know about it, and even if they know it, they can't target it, so I can talk about it..."
He was obviously preparing to conduct a teaching on the 'secret' path, and he was not afraid of Aaron attending.