Chapter 886: Gold estate
Hao Ren was a glimpse after hearing the gold manor, and Pierre was even more surprised after seeing Hao Ren’s reaction. He didn't think that the vampire in front of him (he subconsciously treated Hao Ren as a vampire) didn't know about the Golden Manor. What did the two men do?
“What is the Golden Manor?” Vivienne frowned and looked at the free detective in front of her eyes. “Listen, we don’t want to hurt people, but you’d better be honest. This place has been stared at by many people now, others are not There must be us talking so well, so if you honestly confess now, maybe we can protect you."
The cold breath around Vivienne made Pierre's teeth unable to fight. Hao Ren watched his eyes screaming and succumbing to the disease, so he took a shot of Vivian's shoulder: "You first received the magical power, then rescued two I guess it will be rescued."
It was not a good place to talk, so Hao Ren took Pierre to the next bedroom, which had only a rickety shabby wooden table and a few dusty chairs. After he had cleaned up the land, he was barely able to sit down. Pierre was pale and was sitting at the table by Hao Ren. He took a clever hanging lamp from the carry-on bag and fixed it on the side wall. When the bag was opened, Hao Ren saw that there were still many inside. Strange things, grotesque iron bars, lens sets like telescopes, and weird devices that creak. These things are dazzling, Hao Ren could not help but sigh: "You have enough tools, what is this?"
Pierre sighed: "One thing I didn't lie to you: I am really a detective, but the things I investigate are not the same as ordinary detectives. I am investigating things that are regarded as street whims and myths. ...that is your world."
Hao Ren was very interested in: "Hunting ghosts? Spooky detectives? Vampire lovers and the like?"
He can roughly guess what kind of career Pierre is: this kind of ordinary worker who has no special strength and relies on some technical gadgets to get involved in the surreal field. They can be said to be swimming. Special molecules that are at the very edge of a heterogeneous society are like scavengers in the field of magic. In the age of mythology, there is no such human living space, but with the end of the myth era, the heterogeneous forces contracted and formed a lot of unattended gray areas. This low-risk "heritage field" gave birth to Pierre like Pierre. such a man. Hao Ren knew long ago that there must be people who made a living in this world, but he had never seen it before.
After hearing the words of Hao Ren, Pierre said with a slight sigh: "Almost... I thought you could understand more about our business. After all, you really live in the world."
“Have you ever touched another ‘heterogeneous’?” Vivian asked curiously.
"Rarely. But there was occasional contact," Pierre nodded. "It’s all the experience of escape, but thanks to those experiences. I barely calmed down after seeing you."
Hao Ren waved his hand: "Don't say this, what is the gold manor you just mentioned?"
Pierre's eyes flashed a ray of light, and then carefully took out a crumpled notebook from the bag: "Golden Manor is a lost ancient relic, knowing that there are very few detectives in this manor, and believe it. There are few that exist and can be found here. It is said to be thousands to 10,000 years ago. A group of 'Tara' people from the dark space of the dark are exiled by their hometown, they are wandering in the cold stars, and They landed on this land on a blizzard night. Although they came from the cold and dark stars, these 'Tara' were originally a civilization surrounded by light and wealth, so they built an incredibly powerful fortress when they landed on Earth. That is the gold manor."
When talking about the "Golden Manor", Pierre's spirit was obviously uplifted. The previous timid and panicked attitude disappeared completely. He pointed out the messy illustrations and notes in his notebook to Hao Ren and Wei Wei'an. "According to the legend, the ancient gods on the earth fought with 'Tara'. But after the battle, the two sides reached an agreement, Tara can build his own camp around a hill in South America, this hill is made of black stones It is piled up with dark brown soil, and there is a river running in parallel on each side. At some point during the summer solstice, the sun will sprinkle from the top of the hill, evenly spreading the entire plain in front of the hill, on the hillside where the sun shines. The location of the Golden Manor. I have been looking for years and finally determined that this place is the location of the legendary Montenegro."
Pierre's notebooks are all rough and hand-painted illustrations, and a lot of comments are written next to the illustrations with strange shorthand symbols. These things should be the whispers that the so-called "spiritual detectives" will use. Hao Ren couldn't understand these records. He didn't have any interest in these maps. He was interested in the gold manor itself: "Is this manor really built of gold?"
"This is the most crucial part of the story!" Pierre was so excited that his face was red. "Tara people have magical magic. They can turn sunlight into gold! And gold is the least valuable thing in their society." They are made of gold plated with extremely purified gold on each wall of the gold manor, as well as railings and benches in the manor, all of which are pure gold. These golds are of the highest quality that can be purified by human history. Gold is also pure and has the power of the sun. Those who touch these gold can master the magic and read the mysterious Lyta text!"
The other party even knows "Letta Rune". The legend of the gold manor is probably not the talk of the detectives of the spiritual world. This is probably the version of the legend of the Ancatero family that has been distorted in human society. Hao Ren turned his head and looked at the window. There was only one darkness under the night: "Where is the gold manor you said?"
"The Tara people have been exiled," Pierre said with a serious face. "Because the planets of the solar system are disturbing each other, the magical power on this planet is declining, and even the Tara people are slowly In order to maintain their power, they decided to leave the planet. In order to collect the necessary energy, they closed the gold manor and sealed it in the shadow formed by the intersection of sunlight and darkness. Because the golden manor itself was built by the sun. So, after it is exiled, it is as untouchable as light. To find a way to enter the golden manor, you must change your own vision, you must be able to see the road in the light..."
Hao Ren quietly poked Vivian's arm: "The folk version of the story that I didn't think of the end of the mythology was like this."
Vivian looked at the strange lens in the Pierre bag: "So you intend to use this stuff to change your ‘vision’ to find the entrance to the gold manor in the sun?”
"It's very effective. I used to find a lot of secrets in this thing," Pierre said confidently, but he quickly thought of the two people in front of him. He showed a sly expression. "Of course, this is just us. These super-thin-minded people are forced to use things that you definitely can't use."
Vivian picked up the set of lenses and saw that the lenses emitted blue light in the dark. Some lenses showed strange patterns when they overlap each other. She had some accidents: "Is it treated with potions? You are really Some real goods."
"I have inherited these lenses and made a few potions from my grandfather, my grandfather..."
"Most of it is a servant of a vampire or a werewolf," Vivian said. "This is what he learned from his master. The descendants of the servants of the gods turned into spiritual detectives by relying on this incomplete inheritance. These spiritual detectives have turned back to dig the secrets of the gods in the broken bricks left by the mythological era... Really, who could have thought that there would be such a day."
Vivian said, put the lens back: "I suggest that you almost stop, the potion hurts the human body, and this lens will let your eyes see something that should not be seen, those things Will invade your spirit, if you don't want to spend in the madhouse after the age of 50, it is best to stay away from this field when you are in the normal state of mind. Of course, it is your business to listen to it, I am talking about you. sentence."
Pierre responded ambiguously. Hao Ren saw that the atmosphere began to linger, so he re-introduced the golden manor: "So you are going to the gold?"
Pierre’s expression changed slightly, but his answer was out of Hao Ren and Wei Wei’an. “Gold... It’s really one of the reasons, but I’m more hoping to see the legendary sun in the shadow of the wrath. Roulette. My desire for wealth is far less than the longing for knowledge. If you can see the sun disk, even if you disregard the gold of the entire manor, it is okay." (To be continued.)