Chapter 33 Epilogue Patriot's Solo Show

Malta, Valletta Castle, 105 meters underground, the Knights Templar Vault. Few people can believe that such a paradoxical room exists in the world.It is so simple and old, but so noble and sacred, it is so crowded that two people can barely walk side by side, but it is so broad that it can hold the entire history of mankind—especially those parts that have not been written into the history books. People who have been in contact with this room jokingly call her the "black room", just like the bedroom of Emperor Constantine, it is full of half-truths and half-false legends and priceless secret treasures.Countless ambitious explorers, well-informed tomb robbers, and henchmen of emperors and generals have spent their entire lives just to prove her existence, but in the end, they often only reap one after another. puzzles, or one cold corpse after another.

Leng Bing was not one of these crazy chasers. In fact, he had never heard of the legend of the "black room"—even if he had, he probably wouldn't be interested. He doesn't like adventure, he doesn't like legends, he doesn't like anything that is uncertain or has no proof. But fate happens to be a naughty and stubborn beautiful girl who rejects fanatical suitors, but accepts Leng Bing, an unintentional visitor. The last time he appeared in the dark room was half a month ago. Things are different, which always makes the bystanders sigh.At that time, Leng Bing was so high-spirited, so determined, and so arrogant, like a towering god who had never failed, standing in front of every villain who dared to fight against the knights.

And now, for the first time in his life, he lost so badly.During the Battle of Paget Island, Major Nada's mercenary regiment was wiped out, the experimental biological computer "Sophia" disappeared, and Leng Bing himself lost two of his confidants and lost an arm.The most important thing is that after paying so many "unacceptable" prices, the Knights Templar got nothing but some innocuous "research data" - and without the original stone samples, the information itself is basically It just doesn't make sense. After all the coldness, she was still as calm as before—the eyes, expressions, and demeanor were all as calm and calm as half a month ago, as if nothing had happened.

Fate taunted him mercilessly on Paget Island, but he took it easy and mocked fate in his own way. At this very moment, he is standing in a corner of the "black room", surrounded by mountains of ancient books, classics and rare treasures. Just by raising his hand, he can come across one or two things that he can't name, The "good things" that are enough to make half of the archaeologists on the earth go crazy-the Sumerian sacrificial mask, the honor carved spear of the Roman Empire, the religious relics of the Middle Ages, Tesla's work log... and so on, These legendary things that cannot be measured by money are close at hand, but they can't arouse the slightest desire in Leng Bing's heart, and they can't draw his eyes away from the pages in front of him.

This is an old book—green cover, hemp thread binding, black ink, and rows of flying and phoenix Chinese characters drawn on the yellowish paper. No matter from which angle you look at it, its history is obviously not too short—— Maybe a hundred years, maybe a thousand years. Although it is his mother tongue, it is difficult for Leng Bing to understand the content of the book - he knows who wrote the book, so he has already prepared for it. It is enough to find a few words in this obscure maze of classical Chinese—some words that can bring him close to the answer. Holding the book in one hand, he deftly used only two fingers to turn over one page, and then another. He turned slowly and softly, as if he was dealing with a very fragile and precious work of art. Any professional connoisseur of cultural relics is inferior.He silently read the sound of each Chinese character, trying to connect the meanings behind them together, and find clues about "that mystery".

In the silent secret room, everything seems to have stopped, only the heartbeat is still "thumping" reminding myself that time and life are still passing mercilessly. He is always so focused, just like those days and nights in the Seventh Secret Service in the past, when Leng Bing decided on one thing and focused on this moment, whether it was an order from the boss or a colleague's advice, Nothing can stop him from going his own way—even if he wants to confront the whole world, he will smile and never turn back. So stubborn, like Shura who rebelled against the way of heaven.

On the page of the book that was just turned over, there appeared a few lines of discordant blue Chinese characters. Judging from the color and font, this is obviously a trace of writing with a pen, that is to say, this book has long been written by someone. A compatriot has studied it, and left an eye-catching "reading note". Unconcealable disappointment climbed up his cold, majestic and sharp-edged face. After thinking for a moment, he finally focused his gaze on the page again: "'This is not the authentic work of Layman Yixin, so it can be concluded that after that, "Yehuo" has reincarnated at least once again...'" He read in a low voice in Chinese: "'The last place of appearance has been unverifiable, this fake There is no value, no matter who is reading this book with me, I can only say sorry to you in a few years, and start all over again.'”

At this moment, the original author, copyist, note-taker and reader transcended the barrier of thousands of years and were connected together by a subtle thread. Like a tacit understanding, the next visitor was disappointed. "You didn't attend the funeral of Jialin and Mina." Suddenly, a soft female voice broke the silence in the "black room": "Nor did you attend the mass on Sunday morning." "I don't believe in God," Leng Bing said without looking back, "There's no need to pretend to be so pious every time." "In this sanctuary blessed by three saints, uttering such treasonous words," the masked woman in a gorgeous silver robe slowly walked out of the shadows, and stopped by the bookshelf: "Except for God himself, I'm afraid there are only monsters like you."

Leng Bing casually turned a page, without saying a word. "I know you've been using us since you joined the Knights Templar..." The woman pulled out an ancient book from the shelf, flipped through it a few times before putting it back gently: "I know you're using the Knights Our intelligence network and resources are assigning our people to do this and that—and none of it has anything to do with the mission. More importantly..." She paused, and took a step forward: "I know you're looking for something—and I know what you're looking for." Leng Bing turned his back and covered the reading material in his hand as if resisting:

"You don't have to hide it, Grand Crusader Leng Bing..." Regardless of whether Leng Bing saw it or not, the woman reached out and pointed at the folder: "I've already seen the thing in your hand. Although I don't Can speak Chinese, but there are many knights who can understand it." "Well, it sounds like you didn't come here today to study with me." "An explanation, cold, I want an explanation... that's all." Leng Bing was silent for a few seconds, and suddenly closed the ancient book in his hand with a "snap": "First of all, I do things with a clear conscience. There is no need to explain to anyone, so there is no need to hide anything." He turned around, and with just a sharp look in his eyes, he forced the woman to take half a step back: "Secondly... Artore, I don't remember you being so annoying before."

"I have to find out what you did after joining the Templars." "Did someone order you to do this? The Grand Master himself? Or some boring old knight?" "No, it's just pure...personal interest." The corner of Leng Bing's mouth raised slightly, and he hummed softly: "You have to be aware of your situation, little girl, even if I really need to be investigated, the Knights will never send you here." "I understand that." "But I'm still curious, what exactly did you 'figure out'?" Leng Bing raised her chin slightly: "You just said 'you know I'm looking for something'?" "I guess," the other party paused: "It's called 'Yehuo', right?" I have to admit that Leng Bing was really taken aback: "Do you know what 'karma fire' is?" "Do you know what 'Yehuo' is?" The other party immediately asked in the exact words. Leng Bing weighed it carefully for a few seconds: "No, but, it's almost here." Of course he knows what "karma fire" is, he knows what kind of frightening role "karma fire" has played in the history of civilization in the past four thousand years, and how much disaster and destruction it has brought; but at the same time he knows I also understand that even in this Knights Templar, which is known for its faithfulness, there is no companion who can share the secret of "karma fire". "When this mystery is solved, you will leave the Knights Templar, right?" "You want me to go?" "Please answer my question, Leng Bing." Even though she couldn't see the expression, Leng Bing could still hear a trace of sincerity in the woman's tone. "It depends on how long it takes me to solve this mystery..." He sighed softly, and put the ancient book back on the shelf: "As for whether I will leave here by then, Artore, just like me Whether you will betray the knight order is not something you need to worry about." "You must also be aware of your situation, Leng Bing, you are a traitor, and your failure on Paget Island is suspicious..." The woman shook her head: "I am just reminding you from the perspective of a friend, no matter the headquarters How much you value you, other people will not always turn a blind eye to your arbitrariness." Although trying to maintain restraint, the cold right eye still twitched slightly: "I remember I warned you, Artore, in this world, there are only two people who are qualified to call me a 'traitor' in front of me, one of them is Lin Feiyu, and the other... unfortunately, it's not you. " The woman obviously felt the sensitivity of this topic, and even her voice trembled a little: "Your motherland is looking for you, your compatriots are spurning you, and your former friends are hating you. That's all, you can't be counted as a real man. A 'traitor'?" "I know the truth, and I have long been aware of the pain and infamy." As if being mentioned to the pain point, Leng Bing showed a touch of sadness: "On the contrary, those ordinary people who know nothing live happily Self-satisfied, pointing fingers at the heroes who silently guard them after dinner, cursing, spurning, and hating—I thought I could accept these grievances calmly, but now I find that it is much harder than I imagined, especially when face to face,' The words "traitor" are too harsh for me... So, Artore, please be careful with your words in the future." The woman nodded: "Then why did you give 'Lin Feiyu' a little extra?" "Because I did betray him..." Seemingly bitter and self-deprecating, Leng Bing smiled unnaturally: "And I believe that one day, when he knows everything I know, when he understands After the true meaning of "karma fire", I will definitely forgive the sins I have committed, and then inherit my career and ideals, and fight with my back to save a country with a population of 1.4 billion, even if I lose my reputation--he That's the kind of person I'm not mistaken about." As she was talking, Leng Bing suddenly became agitated—this made Artore quite confused. She couldn't understand why Leng Bing pinned her hopes on an enemy, and she couldn't understand what method he had to rely on to get Lin Feiyu Get to your side - maybe the Knights Templar side. "Is he really that important? Is it worth your effort?" "Since he has passed the final test..." Leng Bing paused meaningfully: "Well, 'worth it'... Now I have embarked on the road of no return. I have no choice but to believe that he is 'worth it' There is no other way." "The final...test?" "I need to make sure that his loyalty will not waver at any time, in front of anyone... I understand him. After all, he is not mentally sound..." Leng Bing shook his head: "If I can really rely on Bring him back to the Knights with just a few words, then he will be even more vulnerable when he knows the truth about the 'fire of karma'." "So now, how do you get him to know about Karma? Call him and tell him? Or write an anonymous email?" "No need...except for him, I have already killed everyone in the Seventh Secret Service," Leng Bing said calmly, "When the 'karmic fire' starts, I will naturally find him." "So you're just here waiting for the 'fire of karma' to start? Huh? Then pin your hopes on a kid 10 years younger than you? That's not your style." As if being questioned, Leng Bing suddenly froze for a moment, and there was a slight "change" in his always proud and cold eyes: "No, Artore, you're wrong, I didn't wait for the 'fire of karma' to start..." An extremely rare look of fear slowly climbed up the brow of this fearless man: "It's already started." (full text)