Chapter 11 Chapter 9 The Devil in the Eyes

People are really strange. In the face of death, some people choose to give up, while others choose to fight their way out. The three people sitting in the guest room, I think, are all the latter.Needless to say, I have always worked hard against fate.Regia could also see her desire to survive.As for Andrew, even though he was still carefree, even after we went back, we saw him lying on the floor sleeping soundly, but occasionally, I could still see his fear of the future. The current situation is very delicate, and I can only guess that there will be a kind of spiritual power called curse in folklore, which can affect people's mind and make them crazy.

Tossing and turning on the couch last night, my mind was full of solutions. A few days ago, I bought a strange thing at Andrew's house, which was used to block the nine-orifice jade of Mr. Chen's body.After testing, it has an inhibitory effect on some unknown supernatural energies. There is also the black box obtained in Japan many years ago, which can seal the curse.Although I don't know if it has any effect on this book, but if I really can't unlock the secrets in the book and break the mysterious spiritual power inside, I will still go to Canada to try using those two things.

Although that is the last resort. The three of us had a simple lunch in the restaurant, and sat in a daze in the coffee shop on the second floor.In the park opposite, the road remains closed.The car accident a few hours ago left many people stunned. Regia stared through the glass, looking at the scene closed by the police, still terrified. And Andrew was also silent, not because he was threatened, but because he was extremely angry when I told him that the manuscript might be a fake.Perhaps for him, the windfall he obtained turned into nothing, which was a more painful thing than death. Regia sighed, and casually came to my side. She curled up on the sofa like a cat, and leaned her head gently on my shoulder.

Andrew's eyes widened, and he almost spit out all the coffee in his mouth, "You two are a little strange, did you run out to open a room and do something strange while I was not paying attention?" "Fuck you, you The bastard's head is full of dirty thoughts, can you be a little purer?" I scolded. "Then why is she leaning on you? I have such a big pile of fat, and the area of ​​stress on my shoulders is much larger than yours. It's more comfortable to lean on than you, and I haven't seen her leaning on me." Andrew smiled strangely. Regia looked at Andrew who was talking nonsense, she was surprisingly lifeless, she just smirked sweetly, not knowing what else was going on in her mind.

Although even I don't know why Regia leaned on me so naturally, but this kind of thing itself becomes more and more confusing as I explain it. Fortunately, I didn't explain it.What's more, in the face of a frightened girl, can I drive her off me?I took a deep breath and took the black book out of the backpack. The book was not heavy, but after knowing that it had claimed countless lives, I was still a little nervous.Feeling the cold touch of the cover, I took another deep breath, and after much hesitation, I opened it. No matter what it is, as long as you start it, it seems to be much easier afterwards.My nervous heart calmed down with the flipping of the pages. I flipped through the yellowed paper one by one, and read the fairy tales one by one.

Not long after, I raised my head and asked abruptly, "Do you know about Edison's spirit world communicator?" Regia and Andrew were stunned at the same time and shook their heads. I said casually: "The reason why great men are called great men is that they all have their unique features. For example, Einstein, who had no faith, suddenly announced that he had a religion that he insisted on when he was old. Similarly, So did Edison." "In 1920, an American magazine called "Science America" ​​published a shocking article by Edison, who was 73 years old at the time."

"He said, if my soul still exists after death, then on the basis of scientific theory, I should be able to retain the memory, knowledge and abilities I got in this world. Therefore, the soul after death should be anxious to be with you. People who are still living in the world communicate. I think the soul can cause physical changes in the matter in this world. If this inference is correct, as long as I create an instrument that the soul can also manipulate in advance, I will be able to record the activities of the spirit world come down." "As a result, did he manufacture the spirit world communicator?" Andrew asked curiously.

"idiot." Regia stared at him sideways, "If it is really manufactured, the world will definitely be a sensation. Now it may have been confirmed that the soul exists, just like the theory of evolution that humans evolved from monkeys and become common knowledge." But every country has many secret departments, such as the eighth area, such as the UFO research system in the UK. Maybe Edison’s soul instrument can cause panic among the people, so it is hidden by the country.” Andrew relentlessly defended. "Idiot, it's too noisy." Regia pouted, "You've watched too many sci-fi movies."

"But……" "Okay, listen to me." I knocked on the table with my hand to make them quiet, "Edison's remarks caused an uproar in the world at that time. .” "But who is he, he is Edison, the great man who led his team to invent thousands of important items. His influence is unparalleled. People don't care whether they are scientific or not, and they even begin to believe that there is indeed a spiritual world. Existence, began to wait patiently for their great Edison to invent the spirit communicator." I took a sip of coffee, "But since that speech was published, Edison has remained silent. He never mentioned the spirit world communicator on subsequent occasions, and he never mentioned his spirit world experiment to anyone."

"On October 18, 1931, Edison passed away and left the world forever. People found that he left a room full of devices and research contents, but there was no information about the spirit world communicator at all. " Regia also showed a curious expression at the moment, "The so-called spirit world communicator is really a bragging right?" "I don't know about that." I shrugged my shoulders, "In the decades since then, there have been different opinions. Some people say that Edison did create a spirit world communicator, but he hid it for some reason; some people say that something that has no scientific basis at all is impossible. Made it out, Edison retreated in spite of the difficulties."

"Is the story you tell related to our current situation?" Regia asked after thinking for a while. "Smart!" I unconsciously flipped the "It's really related. I studied this book and found some strange things. First of all, the four words on the cover title are in Old German. You guys Should have seen it." Regia nodded. And Andrew patted his forehead hard, pretending to be awake. "Ah, so it's Old German, no wonder I feel a bit jerky when reading it." I ignored the idiot and continued: "Secondly, the cover is made of cowhide dyed black. In ancient Germany, important things were recorded on sheepskin. Even when paper was used in large quantities, more than two hundred years ago In Germany, there is still the habit of using sheepskin as the cover of the book. It is very rare to use cowhide as the cover, which really makes me very concerned.” I pulled out the cowhide cover by hand, turned to the inside page, pointed to a very obscure place in the lower right corner, "Look carefully here." "It seems to be something, round, like a strange sign." Regia rubbed her eyes. "This logo is somewhat similar to the emblem of the Protestant Church, but it is only similar. If you look closely, you can still see many differences." I explained, "In Germany now, there are mainly four ethnic groups, Germans, Danes, Gypsies, and Sorbs. After many years of integration, religions have actually been mixed together." "I know this." Andrew said proudly, "My mother is a Protestant, but the emblem at home is not the same as this one." "That's the current Protestant badge. It was different two hundred years ago. At that time, Protestantism was far from widespread in Germany, and it was still in its infancy. Many people didn't know that period of history." I said lightly. "Of course, the badge on this book has nothing to do with Protestantism, so I won't mention it. But the totem text of the old Sorb people calling for souls has many similarities with this thing." "And this round sign with irregular lines inside is in the lower right corner of every page of this fairy tale book, and the lines on each page are subtly different. Who drew these lines? It’s really interesting to know what purpose and what effect you want to achieve.” I supported my head with my hands and fell into deep thought as I spoke. "Aye. Hey, Aye!" Regia shook me vigorously, "Keep talking, I still haven't understood it yet." "Sorry, I'm in a trance again." I closed the book, "In general, my preliminary judgment, this book may have a certain religious definition. According to the changes of the totem on each page of the book, I found some rules. The totem may be a very ancient language , I don’t understand it, but I’m afraid the professor of natural history who taught me knows.” As I said that, I ignored them, and took photos of the totems one by one with my mobile phone. I turned on the phone and dialed the Internet, wrote an E-mail to the professor, and sent it to the professor, asking him if he knew In this language, translate it as soon as possible. Regia waited quietly for me to finish, and then said: "How long are we going to be in this coffee shop?" "Where else can we go if we don't sit here? Relatively speaking, this place is already what I can think of." The safest place. There is no horror story that can happen in the coffee shop in that fairy tale book." I knocked on the book on the table, "Wait for the professor's reply first. If the ancient text in the book is explained, the context of the matter will be much clearer. In short, I now think that this book is very likely to be used in some religious ceremonies." In fact, it is even similar to Edison's so-called spirit world communicator." As soon as I said this, I smelled a strange stench in my nose. "Did you smell a smell? I frowned." Andrew straightened his nose and sniffed around, "Smell? What kind of smell could it be?" Girls were more careful, and Regia frowned immediately, "It does have a smell." "Gasoline!" I lowered my voice. She looked up at me, "Why does the hotel coffee shop smell like gasoline?" "I don't know, anyway, let's be careful. If it's the influence of a curse, it will definitely kill me." I winked and motioned for the two to leave quietly. Just as the three of us were about to stand up, we saw a man near the bar raised a gun and yelled: "Don't move, put your hands down and lie down on the table." Everyone in the coffee shop was stunned by the sudden scene. Many people held the coffee with two fingers gracefully, and were about to take a sip, but their heads obviously didn't react. The action also stays at this moment. I turned my head and took a glimpse, and saw the man with the gun clearly. He is about forty years old, with a bald head, a very unremarkable middle-aged man.This kind of person will not attract the attention of others when walking on the road, let alone feel that he is in danger.But it was this kind of person who was supposed to be harmless. He held a gun and saw that his words did not attract enough attention, so he shot at the nearest woman. The woman screamed, and the bullet hit her forehead, spraying blood everywhere. "Again, put your hands under the table and put your head down. Come on, come on, I don't have much patience!" the man roared, his eyes red with anger. "Keep your head down and do as he says." I pushed down Regia's head.Andrew has a strong sense of crisis, and he has consciously put his face on the table for a long time.I also lowered my head, winked at them quietly, and whispered to each other. "This lunatic seems familiar." Andrew grunted. "I know him." Regia said, "He lives next door to my house, not far from Dr. Blank's house. He is a well-known good old man on Elm Street. I can't see that he would do such a horrible thing. No wonder he is in his forties. I can’t get a wife after I’m finished, so my heart is so dark!” “It’s not right, this matter is a bit troublesome. Generally, people who commit suicide or have a tendency to destroy are usually very unhappy people. I don’t think he looks like the kind who will miss People who give up their lives for no reason." I secretly took out the makeup mirror from Regia's handbag, and watched the madman's every move in the mirror. "I'm not married in my forties, so I'm not considered a failure in life? God, I used to think he was a good person and liked to go to his house to play. Now thinking about it, I'm afraid. If he had a psychotic attack at that time, What if I raped and dismembered me!" It is estimated that Regia's divergent thinking is also quite strong, and she turned pale with fear, "A Ye, don't you have a gun? Now, aim for the head and finish him off." Hearing these words, I smiled wryly, "Not to mention my poor accuracy, the gun used for self-defense is almost for courage. If I can really hit more than 20 meters in such a complicated environment in the coffee shop If there is someone else's head, why am I still here, I have already gone to participate in the Olympic shooting competition. Besides, you should take a closer look at his feet, and think about the smell just now." As I said that, I moved the vanity mirror downward, and saw a slightly yellowish liquid flowing out of a travel bag at the foot of the man with the gun.Those liquids follow the unevenness of the terrain and persistently spread towards the distance. "Steam, petrol!" Regia stammered. "What else but gasoline." I smiled wryly, "This guy has thought carefully. Although he doesn't know his purpose, he definitely wants to risk his life, not only his own life, but also the lives of everyone in the entire coffee shop." "Then what shall we do?" She asked in fear. Just as I was about to answer, Andrew suddenly whispered: "I remembered, I've seen this person before!" "Have you seen him? Where have you seen him?" I was very surprised. "In Uncle Blank's house, the lawyer handed over uncle's estate to me that day, and I was this guy's notary. He also kindly confirmed the book and opened it for a few minutes." "What! Damn, why didn't you say it earlier!" I was so shocked that my mind was in a mess. Andrew was very aggrieved, "If he didn't come out to kill himself today, why should I mention him. This ordinary old man is completely an existence that is forgotten after seeing it." "It seems that our estimates are all wrong." Regia and I exchanged glances, with a wry smile on the corner of our mouths, "This is the real seventh victim. The curse hasn't come to you at all. The car accident in the morning is probably a real accident." "Let's think about how to deal with the current situation. If we wait any longer, we won't be cursed, and we will definitely die." Andrew Nander said the truth. I ignored him again, and just said to Regia: "Which story in the book do you think this situation corresponds to?" "A Fairy Tale of 'Man and Wolf'." She thought for a while before answering, "It was mentioned in the story that a hunter on a long journey met a pack of wolves in the forest. The mother wolf begged him to let her cubs go, but the hunter still killed the cubs. When the wolf was dying, he cursed him and told his family to be ruined." "When the hunter returned to the village with a full load, the curse began. In his eyes, the whole village looked like a wolf, including his wife and children. The hunter was terrified. That night, he set fire to the village and burned all The sleeping villagers were burned to death in their sleep." "What about the ending?" I asked again. "Finally he saw the reflection on the water and found a ferocious wolf reflected in the water, so he panicked and shot indiscriminately, the gun went off and killed himself." "That's it." I was silent for a moment: "The curse should develop according to the plot of the story, do you want to gamble?" "How?" Regia asked. I pouted and signaled, "The curtain on the window three meters away from me is drawn, which happens to form a mirror image effect. As long as we go out alone to attract him and let him notice himself in the mirror image, it may have an unexpected effect!" "Wow! I dare not, I can't predict what will happen at all." Andrew hurriedly objected in fear. "What can happen, there are at most two outcomes. One is that the judgment is wrong, and the person who attracted him was beaten into a hornet's nest;" I wrenched my fingers, "The other is that he kills himself." "But who dares to attract him?" Andrew objected even more, "Besides, there is gasoline all over the floor. If he shoots randomly, it will definitely explode." "There shouldn't be an explosion, but a fire is certain. But it won't burn our place for a while. As long as you run into the fire escape in a short time, you'll be fine." I signaled the emergency exit ten meters away with my gaze, and then focused on that lunatic, "As for the person who attracts his attention, if the diagonals are equal, there is only one choice." I carefully observed the honest man with a gun twenty meters away. This guy was holding a bottle of whiskey, talking nonsense about the distress of his life while drinking. People who were already terrified became even more terrified.At the corner of the street, several police cars were coming at a high speed, and the rapid and sharp sirens seemed to distract him. Here's your chance!I kicked hard and stepped on Andrew's instep hard. He was not prepared for it at all. Under the severe pain, he reflexively screamed and jumped up from the sofa. The lunatic with the gun was very nervous. He was taken aback by Andrew's sudden behavior. When he reacted, he immediately swore and raised his gun to shoot. Andrew's seemingly huge body suddenly became agile, and he didn't care about the pain in his feet. He hugged his head and hid under the table at a speed faster than a bullet. After Andrew, who separated the lunatic from the mirror, disappeared, the gunman's sight naturally fell on the glass.The man's red eyes widened and he looked at the mirror without blinking.His whole body trembled with fear. "The devil! It's all the devil. Wow! God, please save me!" The gunman became hysterical. He looked at the world reflected in the mirror and went crazy, shooting continuously. One of the shots hit the ground, and the gasoline burned violently. The cafe was in chaos because of the fire, and everyone no longer cared about the threat of gunpoint. They swarmed to avoid the flames and tried to rush out. Gunshots continued to sound randomly, and from time to time, people who were shot fell to the ground wailing, and then were trampled by the crowd and swallowed by fierce flames. The gunman was already surrounded by flames, he stood motionless in despair, finally pointed the gun at himself, touched his already bald head, and screamed: "I won't give in, you guys! These devils, even if I die, you will not get my soul!" After shouting heart-piercingly, he pulled the trigger.The gun went off, and his body fell straight down. In this noisy situation, the three of us bent down to avoid the bullets earlier, slipped into the fire escape, and escaped successfully. "I'm saved!" Regia panted heavily, and patted her heart vigorously. We stood across from each other and looked at the fire, with expressions of survivors. "It seems that what the gun-wielding uncle saw was not a wolf. The curse made him regard everyone as a devil. Maybe until the end of his death, he thought he was saving mankind." I judged, dragging my chin. Andrew stared at me angrily, "A Ye, you are my best friend, I trust you so much, but you framed me and almost killed me." "But you are not dead. You are still alive and kicking." I patted him on the shoulder, "At most, I'll treat you to pizza in the future." "My life is only worth a slice of pizza?" he said angrily. "Two boxes?" "At least five boxes!" He spread five fingers to bargain. "Stop being an idiot, both of you. I'll be the next to be cursed!" Regia twisted on my arm. Alas, woman, why do you always like to torture men's arms?This is a question that can never be explained by science.I scratched my head, "Speaking of which, I suddenly thought of a clue just now." "Say!" Regia glared at me, but I could see fear in her eyes.If a person clearly knows that he is the next person who will die, and it is difficult to escape, I am afraid that everyone will be afraid of incontinence.But this girl with a weak appearance was strong enough not to show her uneasiness. "Isn't there a poem on the title page of this fairy tale book wrapped in black leather? Have you noticed it?" I asked. "I've seen it, it's a very poignant little poem. Although I can't understand it." Regia nodded. "Very good. In my opinion, this poem should be written by the real author of the book. From the content of the poem, I can roughly determine the place he described, or in other words, the place where the counterfeit book was compiled." I looked at the panicked crowd running out of the fire, and said slowly. Regia cheered up: "Really? Where do you think it will be?" "There is only one place in Germany." I spit out a place name: "Germany's highest peak, Zugspitze."