Release that Witch - Chapter 986

[Chapter 969 Stepping into the Abyss]

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While he was still in a daze, the phone was connected.

“Hello? Why are you again?” The voice over there seemed very impatient.

“Say something, I’m going out soon.”

Roland shook his head, forcing himself to gather his energy, “Ah, that’s it… I just read this book, and its content is really…”

“Scary, isn’t it?” Garcia seemed to have expected his reaction long ago, “It’s basically the same for people watching it for the first time, but it’s a fiction after all, and you won’t think about it after you sleep.”

“Fictional?” Roland frowned, “How do you say it?”

“Literally,” a mocking voice came from the receiver, “The Martial Arts Association investigated the volcanic remains claimed by the author, and found that it was swallowed by magma two hundred years ago—it was an active volcano, although There have been big eruptions, but they haven’t subsided completely for tens of thousands of years. Unless he can predict the prophet, or live for two centuries, and at the same time, he is not afraid of heat and smoke.”

The other party’s answer surprised him, and he paused for a while before asking, “So… he made up all the contents of the book?”

“True or false, I have never had much interest in archaeology. The master also said that if he hadn’t been wearing the clothes of a martial artist and died in the library of the association, this book would not even be included. ”

“But the association doesn’t know his identity…”

“That’s why the author is more famous than the book. This can be regarded as an unsolved mystery of the association. But don’t think that you can figure it out. Listen to my master, the entire archives were searched for this matter back then. Over and over again, isn’t it still nothing?” Garcia replied, “In short, there are so many rumors about this book, have you finished? I’m going to hang up.”

“No, wait—” Roland said quickly, “After you got this book… have you read it again?”

He wanted to ask about the note directly, but he changed his mind in the end.

“On the way back, I flipped through it casually, what’s wrong?”

“No, nothing… just wanted to ask.”

“Crack.” The phone over there was hung up – apparently this almost teasing question made Garcia’s patience exceed the limit.

He could hear 0827’s door closing across two walls.

Roland couldn’t help sighing softly. If it wasn’t straight to the point, such a question would be useless except to increase disgust.

First of all, the book “Raison d’être” is only half written, and the red note is likely to be caught in the last few blank pages. Even if you read it through, there is no guarantee that you will notice it.

Secondly, I took the shuttle bus back from the association. It is conceivable how serious this kind of casual browsing is like passing the time.

No matter how the other party answered, it was impossible to judge that she had seen this note.

No—surely not.

According to Garcia’s personality, if she saw it, she would never be indifferent to it.

From this point of view, these two messages are either a prank, or some kind of connection message.

At this moment, Roland couldn’t help thinking that he would rather it be a prank.

The latter possibility is too…unbelievable.

Who is this note for?

Whoever finds out and meets whoever, or do you have a specific goal?

Rationally speaking, he is more inclined to the latter—this book is not top-secret information, and most martial arts masters have borrowed it because of its fame. It is not surprising that one person did not find it, but it is incredible that so many people did not notice it up.

So it’s quite possible that the note wasn’t in the book to begin with, but was put in more recently.

But it was this rationality that made him feel horrified.

what does that mean?

It meant the dream world——in this fantasy world conceived by him, someone noticed his difference.

It’s like when you are dreaming, a certain character in the dream suddenly turns around and smiles ferociously at you.

Roland patted his cheeks and suppressed the chill in his heart. There is nothing to be afraid of. He silently continued his life, not to mention that these are just guesses for the time being. Even if it is true, as long as you leave here, time in the whole world will stop , Who else can threaten him?

Moreover, the message on the note is just waiting to be contacted, rather than actively approaching the door, which may also explain some problems.

As for where the Rose Café is and what the meaning of the divine will is, we should leave it to the Taquila witch to find out.

He didn’t forget that there were still things to do next.

He looked up at the wall clock on the wall, and after confirming the time, he took out the key he had prepared from the bedroom, closed the door and went downstairs.

In order to explore the memory fragments of Tongzilou, Roland has done a lot of preparatory work since the arrival of the Taquila Witch, such as assigning a copy of the key to each resident’s door, and buying a violent lock-picking tool from the Internet – after all Only he can see this “non-existent” door of memory, and if it is really locked, he can only roll up his sleeves and open it by himself.

If it wasn’t for the expedition to Graycastle, this part of the exploration should have been completed long ago.

Roland went down to the fifth floor and quickly found room 0510.

At this time, most of the people were taking a nap, and the autumn sun made people feel lazy. The whole corridor looked quiet and serene, in stark contrast to the bustling traffic a street away.

He inserted the key into the lock and turned it lightly.

The door swung open.

A strange fragrance suddenly rushed into his nostrils, making him hold his breath involuntarily.

Probably, although the dream world reserved a place for the devil, it did not correct some details: such as body odor.

In order to cover up their own taste, a lot of use of perfume has become a last resort.

Roland searched the room thoroughly in two minutes, locked the door after confirming that no one was there, took out the hydraulic shears in his backpack, and went straight to the utility room at the end of the corridor.

This iron door was one of the few that was locked.

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Facts have proved that although the things connected behind the door are incomparably mysterious, the door lock does not show the slightest extraordinary in front of the modification of the holy sword of physics.

A few seconds later, the lock buckle broke in two silently.

He swallowed, and pushed open the heavy door——

Then Roland was attracted by the scene in front of him.

He seemed to be standing on a bottomless cliff. The top of the cliff was in the shape of a ring, at least more than ten kilometers in length, and it was almost impossible to see the opposite side at a glance.

This peculiar terrain encloses an extremely magnificent lake in the mountains, but what flows in the lake is not spring water, but dazzling red mist!

The drop between the foggy surface and the top is hundreds of meters, looking down from the probe, it looks like a flickering red crystal, so rich that it looks like a substance.

If it wasn’t for the occasional mist rushing up from the bottom and going straight up along the gust of wind, forming “fog columns” standing in the sky one by one, it would be difficult for him to connect it with the dirty and dark “bloody fog” in his impression.

When those fog columns, which were much thicker than castles and brighter than molten steel, appeared one after another, Roland even felt like he was standing on the surface of the sun, admiring the magnificent scene of coronal flares boiling.

It’s just that it doesn’t exude scorchingly high temperatures. As the height increases, the color of the mist will quickly dim, and finally spread into the air, forming a layer of red mist that covers the sky and the sun.

And that’s not all he saw.

Around the circular cliff, there are tall black stone buildings everywhere-most of them are tower-shaped, and they differ only in details.

Because the sun is blocked by the red mist, the whole world looks extraordinarily dark. Only when there are multiple gushes at the bottom of the red mist lake, these black towers will faintly reflect a glimmer of light.

Like a dense forest of stone carvings.

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