The office is very clean and tidy, with only a wooden desk and a bookshelf on the wall behind it. It is densely filled with documents and books that Wilson cannot understand.
What hits my face is the smell of dusty books and a faint smell of tobacco, which is not too unpleasant.
The decoration style was different from the principal's office he had seen before. It obviously had some special things, such as the murals hanging on the walls that he couldn't understand, which had a unique and weird style.
Curator Armitage specially locked the doors and windows after Wilson came in, looking extremely serious.
Wilson hesitated slightly and asked tentatively: "Mr. Armitage, what are you doing?"
"Nothing, just making sure that the next thing goes smoothly." Director Armitage said the terrible words calmly.
Wilson frowned slightly, staring at the serious-faced elderly scholar in front of him with confusion and suspicion.
At this moment, his mind was filled with strange and bizarre thoughts from the twenty-first century.
Secret room murder case?
Did he accidentally come into contact with another side of the world and was about to be eliminated by the mastermind behind it?
Or is it that the curator wants to do something evil to him?
He was so poor that he only had a few decent clothes and some odds and ends, and there wasn't necessarily anything worth remembering...
Besides, this was the first time I met Director Armitage...
Or is it that Director Armitage saw his potential and wanted to choose him as a magical girl?
It's a pity that I have become Ultraman, otherwise it wouldn't be impossible...
Well, he actually wants a cute rainbow pony.
Wilson suppressed his messy thoughts, took a deep breath, and used his superb acting skills to portray the image of an ordinary person who encountered an abnormal event: "I don't know, Mr. Armitage...what do you mean?"
"Wait a moment." Curator Armitage said apologetically, then took out a strange triangular incense cone from somewhere and lit it.
White smoke slowly flowed down from the bottom like a stream, spread along the desk to the ground, and then dissipated into the air.
Suddenly there was a faint fragrance in the air.
It's not a rose salon scent that's common in the West. Instead, it's like sandalwood that's more oriental, mysterious and melodious.
Wilson remembered that before he took the college entrance examination, he had visited a local temple and the pungent sandalwood scent inside was so strong that it made people choke.
Although the taste here is very similar, there are still some differences. It seems to have a more sweet taste, which is light and soothing, not strong.
Wilson's expression relaxed unconsciously.
"This is a gift from a friend of mine from China." Curator Armitage simply explained, "This kind of incense has the effect of calming the mind and reassuring the soul, and it is very effective for people who are haunted by nightmares. My
Friends call it Requiem."
Seeing Wilson gradually relaxing, the serious look on Director Armitage's face relaxed a lot.
What he didn't say was that this fragrance also had another effect.
It can calm the soul of the body itself and soothe the anxious mind. However, once the soul and the body do not fit in and are interfered by the outside world, intense rejection will occur.
According to his Chinese friend, this was specially developed by their sect in order to prevent some resentful ghosts from taking advantage of the situation and corroding human beings.
Although the big black dog sergeant who was guarding the gate behaved very friendly towards Wilson, and the logic of his behavior was clear and clear, he did not seem to be crazy.
But out of caution, Director Armitage decided to light the few requiems.
Being cautious is extremely important to them.
You can beat them countless times, but as long as you lose once, you will never be able to recover.
Requiem is actually defective. Long-term use can lead to addiction. Once you stop, you will encounter an extremely painful withdrawal reaction. You will become crazy and obsessed with the tranquility brought by Requiem. Everything in the outside world, even
The sound of other people's breathing will become a nightmare for the user.
If you only use it in small amounts, it won't be a big problem.
"Ah...China?" Under this soothing aroma, Wilson murmured unconsciously, his tone was a little incomprehensible, but he soon realized it and immediately changed the focus, "The name Requiem is quite good.
of."
Wilson yawned slightly amid the relaxing aroma.
As expected of this name, he really wants to sleep now...
It’s been really bad to rest these past few days.
But now is not the time to sleep at all, he must cheer up.
He still didn't know what he had just experienced.
I don't know if he showed any abnormality while in the Requiem Incense, then it would probably be an old mark on his face.
Director Armitage is so perceptive that even if what he said is true, he perfectly acted out Professor Wilson's mentality. But acting is acting after all.
He couldn't understand that feeling without personally experiencing Wilson's past.
Fortunately, he didn't take Wilson's body.
He simply shared his life with Wilson, making it his human body. From then on, they only had one life, and he was now Professor Wilson.
"It's amazing, isn't it?" Curator Armitage's expression softened and he looked at Professor Wilson in front of him with a smile, "The power from the mysterious East."
"You should know better than me, right? You are a professor of ancient Chinese history."
After hearing Director Armitage's words, Wilson was stunned for a moment, maintained his calm expression, and said calmly: "Well, Chinese culture is vast and profound, and I only know the surface."
As a native flower grower, Nanke can't be said to be very familiar with traditional Chinese culture, let alone a foreigner.
Wilson did not want to dwell on the subject.
He is afraid that he will get more and more excited by talking about a topic he is familiar with and accidentally reveal himself.
"You seem to be very familiar with these things..." Wilson stared at Director Armitage, "About that statue...and my nightmare...what do you know?"
Wilson didn't beat around the bush and got straight to the point.
"I have not personally experienced it." Curator Armitage sighed, "But you are right. I understand what you are talking about. It is a horror that does not belong to this world."
"We humans have always been able to look at the world with narrow eyes. Anything beyond our knowledge will drive us crazy. But to a certain extent, it is protection."
"Once we cross the invisible barrier and witness the real world, we will find that our human world is just a leaf in the storm."
"What you see is an existence that exceeds the limits of human endurance."