"This story... doesn't look good." Eriki on the side muttered something.
"Hui Liyi, what are you looking at?" Lu Mingfei approached and asked, and Chu Zihang also looked over there.
Hui Liyi showed the hardcover book she was reading to Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang. Under the dim light of the kerosene lamp, some of the words on the shabby cover had long been worn away, making it difficult to see clearly. Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang
Hang Hang simply put down the old newspaper in his hand and walked over there.
"Nibel...Song of the Nibelungs?" Lu Mingfei read out the name of the hardcover book, always feeling that the combination of these words was strange.
"Song of the Nibelungs, a medieval poem with an unknown author. It was probably written around 1200 AD. The language used is Middle High German." Chu Zihang's voice came from behind, "The entire poem has a total of thirty
Nine Songs, two thousand and seventy-nine stanzas, each stanza has four lines, a total of nine thousand five hundred and sixteen lines. This poem is characterized by a heroic epic written in the style of the court knight epic, and the content is AD
The stories of the Great Migration of the Germanic peoples from the fourth to the sixth centuries, praising the legends of ancient European heroes, actually mirror the history of the feudal dynasty from its rise to its decline."
"No, senior brother, what's your Baidu Encyclopedia?" Lu Mingfei turned his head and looked at Chu Zihang with surprised eyes, who reported the origin of a book like a treasure trove, "So awesome? Then I will test you and propose the 'theory of relativity'"
'How many hairs were left on Einstein's head?"
"It's not that amazing, I just happened to have read this book." Chu Zihang showed the memo on his phone, "Last year Professor Guderian's class, my final thesis quoted the book 'Song of the Nibelungs'
Book."
"I was scared to death. I thought you had evolved into AI, senior brother." Lu Mingfei patted his chest, "But the Nibelungs... just said that this name is weird. Does it have anything to do with the Nibelungs?"
"I don't know, but these two words come from Nordic mythology, which is older than the Middle Ages." Chu Zihang said, "Norse mythology has always been the focus of school research. I remember there was a certain radical in the school.
A professor has pointed out that Nordic mythology is actually not a myth, but a real history, and it records what really happened thousands of years ago."
"I know that Professor Guderian also said something similar, but this book is about Nordic mythology..." Lu Mingfei didn't say anything more. He just walked to Eryi's side and turned over the wall.
Next to other hardcover books.
"'Edda'...'Beowulf, Song of Roland, Song of Cid, Igor's Expedition'...'Saga'..." Lu Mingfei read the names of those books, his brows also
He frowned unconsciously, "Are they all books related to Norse mythology?"
Chu Zihang also came to Lu Mingfei and Hui Liyi. His fingers glanced at the book covers that were exquisitely packaged but looked very old. He didn't know where the people the boss lady found collected them.
I don't know what the connection is between these books and the things they are investigating.
On that rainy night seven years ago, those ghostly black shadows, the majestic figure like a god on the throne... Chu Zihang felt that there were many fragments scattered in his brain, the blurry ones were from seven years ago, and the clear ones were
Now, there seems to be some inextricable relationship between these fragments, but whenever Chu Zihang wants to connect them, he feels that it is difficult to find a "bridge" that can combine them.
"Norse mythology... I remembered it." Lu Mingfei suddenly said, "Heimdall is also a character in Nordic mythology. The biggest thing these hardcover books and those parchments have in common is... they all describe
Something out of Norse mythology!”
"Yes, I have thought of this too." Chu Zihang nodded and analyzed, "Just like the 'Song of the Nibelungs', it seems to tell the legend of ancient heroes and the decline of the feudal dynasty. If in the poem
The feudal dynasty refers to the Dragon Clan, and the so-called heroes refer to the people who resisted the Dragon Clan at that time. This statement coincides with the theory of some professors in the college. This guess is very reasonable."
"But if Nordic mythology is the clue left to us by those people, then what does this clue want to convey to us?" Chu Zihang asked in a low voice, "Ancient parchment scrolls, old hardcover books and a pile of old
Newspapers, I can’t figure out how these things are related.”
At this time, Lu Mingfei suddenly raised his head and looked at Chu Zihang, and asked in a faint tone: "If it is a god... the lifespan of that thing may be several thousand years... right?"
Chu Zihang was shocked. The scattered fragments in his mind seemed to be put together. Lu Mingfei's words were like a "bridge", connecting all the scattered clues.
Yes, why can't it be a real god? He has lived from the age of Nordic mythology to the present, has a lifespan of thousands of years that ordinary people can't imagine, and has the ability to disrupt the elements of a city... This is not possible in the human world
It's a fantasy and a myth, but it's not that rare in the world of the Dragon Clan. Dragon King-level beings all have this kind of ability. They are nearly immortal and have the highest ranking in the list of the Word Spirit Sequence.
A high-level world-destroying spirit.
This is also in line with the professors' inference. Nordic mythology is originally a piece of history...a documentary, the history of dragons. Those gods and ghosts are real. They are species that are superior to humans. It's just that
Over the years, their real names were gradually replaced by some mythical anonymous names.
To ordinary people or hybrids, dragon king-level existences are no different from gods. Just like the "god" in Japanese mythology refers to the White King, and the "holy bones" refer to the bones of the White King.
, Amaterasu, Tsuki and Susano'o are the three "Kings of Mixed Races" who inherited the purest blood of King Haku... So the same goes for this city. The bad climate here and the frequent changes in the past few decades
Were the visions created by a god who survived from Norse mythology to the present day?
Chu Zihang thought of the majestic figure on the throne. Calling that kind of thing a "god" is not an exaggeration at all. The corresponding figure can also be found in Nordic mythology... That is the person who stands on the commanding heights of all gods and has the highest authority.
Synonymous with powerful death.
Odin.
If that thing is really Odin, then what exactly is his voice? Can it control the wind and rain, change the climate of a city? Or distort people's memories? Or erase the existence of certain people?
Each of these abilities sounds extremely powerful. If you face such an enemy, is there really a chance to defeat it?
An image of a man slashing at a god with a knife flashed in Chu Zihang's mind, and his fists clenched unconsciously.
"No...I still feel something is wrong..." Lu Mingfei lowered his head and kept mumbling, "Those strange things that happened in this city...Senior brother's father...the missing Ye Sheng
Senior brother...the hunters hired to investigate these...the parchments and old newspapers...Norse mythology...a certain god..."
Lu Mingfei's eyes were blank, and his whole consciousness seemed to have been drained away. He whispered repeated words in his mouth. Chu Zihang glanced at his appearance and did not disturb him. Chu Zihang knew that Lu Mingfei
Unless this was a state of "profile", this was a technique taught to him by Nono, using some known clues to piece together the full picture and hidden truth of the matter.
Lu Mingfei's head started to hurt. He pressed his index finger firmly on his temple. There were many known clues, but they were too confusing. He tried to restore the truth buried deep in this city, but his consciousness was blurred.
Chaos was like a bottomless whirlpool, trying to suck his soul in.
Lu Mingfei always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't explain it. If Nono was here, he should have thought of that, but he always felt that a key part was missing, and the whole machine seemed to be stuck.
move.
"There are really a lot of books." Eriyi on the side said accidentally, "How long will it take to read all these books?"
Lu Mingfei was startled. He turned his head in surprise, glanced at Eli Yi, and then at the room filled with papers.
That’s it! It felt like Nuonuo whispered in his ear: “Isn’t the known thing worth doubting? Why do you think that what you see with your own eyes must be true?
?”
"How long will it take to collect these books? How long will it take to read them all?" Lu Mingfei asked in a very low voice, as if talking to himself.
"What?" Chu Zihang didn't hear what Lu Mingfei said clearly.
"Brother, if you are a professional hunter and you have accepted a mission, you have collected some useful information." Lu Mingfei asked in a low voice, "Before you provide this information to your clients, you will first understand it yourself.
What’s the content?”
"Of course, the execution department has also had similar training." Chu Zihang nodded, "This is the most basic logical question. If I don't understand the content of the intelligence myself, how can I judge whether it is useful or useless? Let's take a look.
For example, if it is written information, I must read it word for word before providing it, otherwise the efficiency will be very low if the information is sent back..."
As he was talking, Chu Zihang suddenly stopped. He looked at Lu Mingfei's face and suddenly understood what Lu Mingfei meant.
Chu Zihang turned around and looked around at the books in the room. These files and newspapers... there were at least several thousand?
How many words should be on these papers? How much time should it take to read all these words? If you don't read these things, how can you judge whether they are useful information for Lu Mingfei?
"Those guys..." Chu Zihang recalled those strange guys wearing masks.
"Those guys." Lu Mingfei looked into Chu Zihang's eyes and asked a question that made Chu Zihang's hair stand on end. "Brother, do you know what's most wrong with them? It's not like they can collect so much information."
Chu Zihang opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything. He vaguely noticed something was wrong, but he couldn't think so accurately for a while. He just felt that something was very abrupt, like holding a piece of chalk to win.
Just like a calligraphy competition, it is fundamentally unreasonable.
"How do they know that our target is related to a certain god in Norse mythology?" Lu Mingfei asked this most fatal question word for word.
That's right! Chu Zihang figured it out in an instant. If he doesn't understand the content of the information, how can he judge what is useful information? This is the most unreasonable thing. It's like following the answer to find the question. Only by knowing
What is the goal so that they can find so much targeted information!
But Chu Zihang has not discussed this matter with anyone except Lu Mingfei and Xia Mi. Even Kassel College has never discovered the clues hidden in this city. How could a group of hunters have such a thing?
Ability? And he can also accurately target a certain god?
Rustling, rustling... Chu Zihang seemed to hear the sound of rain, but this was a secret room in a building, surrounded by walls, and the only tunnel leading to the conference room was several meters long. How could he hear the sound of rain?
Chu Zihang thought it was an illusion caused by remembering the past. This closed secret room was too quiet. No one spoke. There was only the crackling sound of the kerosene lamp. Chu Zihang felt that he was shrouded in huge fear. This
This feeling is not as abrupt as in a horror movie where a ghost suddenly appears to scare you, but a kind of peeping, unknown terror... It's like there are a pair of eyes in the dark that have been watching you, and someone is sitting upright.
High in the sky, overlooking the struggling... ants in the world!
Chu Zihang put "Song of the Nibelungs" on the bookshelf. I don't know if he lost his mind, but the stack of books on the bookshelf lost its balance and collapsed in half in an instant.
"Mirror?" Hui Liyi looked behind Chu Zihang. There was something bright there, as if the mirror reflected the light of the kerosene lamp.
Why is there a mirror in a secret room full of books? Lu Mingfei stared at the light behind Chu Zihang. He suddenly yelled at Chu Zihang: "Brother, get out of there quickly!"
But it was already too late. When he heard the word "mirror", Chu Zihang had already turned his head and saw a scene that he would never forget.
There was a mirror on the wall behind him. The book fell and a corner of the mirror was exposed. Chu Zihang was the person closest to the mirror, and he saw the picture most clearly.
That was not a reflected kerosene lamp at all, but a burning eye. Thunder and golden flames surged in the mirror. A majestic figure sat high in the sky. The scene reflected there was not Chu Zihang and the others at all.
The secret room filled with books was instead an elevated road... The endless elevated road was filled with wind and rain.
The eight-legged horse raised its four hooves, its mouth breathed purple thunder, its curved spear burned with blazing fire, and the black flames carried the breath of death.
"O... Ding!" Chu Zihang said the name of the god with difficulty.