Hao Ren was stunned when he heard about the Golden Manor, and Pierre looked even more surprised after seeing Hao Ren's reaction. He didn't expect that the vampire in front of him (he subconsciously regarded Hao Ren as a vampire) didn't know about the Golden Manor.
What are these two people doing here?
"What is the Golden Manor?" Vivian frowned and looked at the freelance detective in front of her, "Listen, we don't want to hurt anyone, but you'd better be honest. This place has been targeted by many people now, and other people are not allowed to do it.
We must be so easy to talk to, so if you tell the truth now, maybe we can still protect you."
The cold breath around Vivian made Pierre's teeth chatter uncontrollably. Hao Ren saw that he was about to get sick again, so he patted Vivian on the shoulder: "You should withdraw your magical power first, and then save the two people."
I probably won’t be able to save him this time.”
This was not a good place to talk, so Hao Ren took Pierre to a nearby bedroom. There was only a rickety old wooden table and a few dusty chairs. Vivian's hands and feet
After a quick and rough cleaning, the place could barely accommodate people. Pierre looked pale and was supported by Hao Ren to sit at the table. He took out a hanging lamp with an ingenious structure from his carry-on bag and fixed it on the wall next to him.
, when Hao Ren opened the bag, he saw that there were many strange things inside, including strange-shaped iron rods, telescope-like lens groups, and weird creaking equipment. These things were dazzling,
Hao Ren couldn't help but sigh: "Your tools are quite complete. What are they for?"
Pierre sighed: "I'm not lying to you: I'm really a detective, but the things I investigate are different from ordinary detectives. I investigate things that are regarded as street rumors and fairy tales.
...that is your world."
Hao Ren was immediately interested: "A ghost hunter? A supernatural detective? A vampire lover or something like that?"
He can roughly guess what kind of profession Pierre is: this kind of supernatural worker who is an ordinary human being with no special powers relies on some technical gadgets to get involved in the field of surrealism. They can be said to be gamers.
Special elements walking on the edge of alien society are like scavengers in the magic field. In the age of mythology, there was no living space for such people, but as the age of mythology came to an end, the alien forces shrank and many unattended people were formed.
The gray area, this low-risk "heritage field" has given birth to people like Pierre. Hao Ren has known for a long time that there must be people in the world who make a living in this way, but he has never seen it before.
After hearing Hao Ren's words, Pierre nodded slightly awkwardly: "Absolutely... I thought you would understand our industry better. After all, you really live in 'that world'."
"Have you ever come into contact with other 'others'?" Vivian asked casually out of curiosity.
"Very few. But we have contact by chance," Pierre nodded. "They are all experiences of escaping from death, but thanks to those experiences. I could barely calm down after seeing you."
Hao Ren waved his hand: "Let's not talk about it anymore. What is the Golden Manor you mentioned just now?"
A light flashed in Pierre's eyes, and then he carefully took out a crumpled notebook from his bag: "The Golden Manor is a lost ancient ruins. There are very, very few spiritual detectives who know about the existence of this manor, but believe in it
There should be very few people who exist and can find it here. It is said that thousands to ten thousand years ago, there was a group of 'Tara' people from the deep space of the dark universe who were exiled from their hometown. They wandered in the cold starry sky, and
Landed on this land on a stormy night. Although they came from the cold and dark starry sky, these 'Tara' were originally a civilization surrounded by light and wealth, so they built incredibly powerful fortresses when they landed on Earth.
, that is the Golden Manor.”
When he talked about the "Golden Manor", Pierre's spirit was obviously lifted, and his previous timid and panicked demeanor completely disappeared. He pointed out the messy illustrations and notes in his notebook to Hao Ren and Vivian.
: "According to legend, the ancient gods of Earth fought a battle with 'Tara'. But after the battle the two sides came to an agreement that Tara could build her own camp around a hill in South America made of black stone.
and dark brown soil, with a river flowing parallel to both sides. At a certain time every summer solstice, the sun will shine down from the top of the hill, evenly covering the entire plain in front of the hill. On the hillside where the sun shines is
The location of the Golden Manor. I have been searching for many years and finally determined that this place is the location of the legendary Black Mountain."
Pierre's notebook is full of rough hand-drawn illustrations, and there are many comments written in strange shorthand symbols next to the illustrations. These things should be code words used by so-called "spiritual detectives". Hao Ren can't understand these.
According to records, he was not interested in these maps. What he was interested in was the gold manor itself: "Is this manor really built of gold?"
"This is the most critical part of the story!" Pierre's face flushed with excitement, "The Tara people have magical magic. They can turn sunlight into gold! And gold is the least valuable thing in their society.
.They used extremely purified gold to make gold plates and paste them on every wall of the gold manor, as well as the railings and benches in the manor, all of which are pure gold. The purity of this gold is better than the highest quality that humans have ever purified.
The gold must be pure and carry the power of the sun. Those who touch this gold can master magic and read the mysterious Laita script!"
The other party even knew the "Leita Rune". The legend of the Golden Manor was probably not just the nonsense of detectives in the spiritual world. It was probably the distorted version of the legend of the Ancatero family in human society. Hao Ren turned his head.
Glancing outside the window, there was only darkness in the night: "Where is the golden manor you mentioned now?"
"They were exiled by the Tara people themselves," Pierre said with a serious face. "Because several major planets in the solar system interfered with each other, the magical power on this planet was declining day by day, and slowly even the Tara people were gone.
There was no way to maintain their power, so they decided to leave the planet. In order to collect the necessary energy, they closed the Golden Manor and sealed it in the shadow formed by the intersection of sunlight and darkness. Because the Golden Manor itself was built by sunlight.
, so after it was exiled, it became as untouchable as light. To find a way to enter the golden manor, you must change your vision and be able to see the road in the light..."
Hao Ren quietly poked Vivian's arm: "I didn't expect that the folk version of the end of the mythical age would be like this."
Vivian looked at the strange set of lenses in Pierre's handbag: "So you plan to use this thing to change your 'vision' so that you can find the entrance to the golden manor in the sun?"
"It's very effective. I've used this thing to find the entrances to many secret realms," Pierre said confidently, but soon thinking of the identities of the two people in front of him, he showed a sly expression, "Of course, this is just us.
You will definitely not be able to use these things that people with little knowledge of magic have to use."
Vivian picked up the set of lenses casually. She saw that the lenses were emitting blue light slightly in the dark, and some of the lenses showed strange patterns when they overlapped each other. She was a little surprised: "Was it treated with magic medicine? You really
There are some genuine ones.”
"I inherited these lenses and the knowledge of making several potions from my grandfather, who..."
"Probably a servant of a vampire or a werewolf," Vivian said smoothly, "He learned this from his master. The descendants of the servants of the gods relied on this incomplete inheritance to become detectives in the spirit world.
These spirit world detectives have gone back to dig out the secrets of the gods in the broken bricks and tiles left from the mythical age... Really, who could have imagined that such a day would come."
Vivian said and put the lens back: "I suggest you just stop it. Potions are harmful to the human body, and this lens will make your eyes see things you shouldn't see. Those things
It will invade your spirit. If you don’t want to spend time in a lunatic asylum after the age of fifty, it is best to stay away from this field while you are sane. Of course, it is your business to listen or not. I am just meddling in your business.
sentence."
Pierre responded vaguely, and Hao Ren saw that the atmosphere was getting awkward, so he brought up the matter of the gold manor again: "So you went there for the gold?"
Pierre's expression changed slightly, but his answer was beyond Hao Ren and Vivian's expectations: "Gold... is indeed one of the reasons, but more importantly, I hope to see the legendary sun that seals the Shadow of God's Wrath.
Roulette. My desire for wealth is far less than my yearning for knowledge. If I can see the sun disk, I can even abandon the gold in the entire manor." (To be continued.)