Chapter 888 Golden Manor

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, so what were these two people here for?

"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 others are not allowed to do it. We must be so easy to talk to, so if you tell us honestly 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 in the room. Vivian’s hands and feet were After a quick and rough cleaning, the place could barely accommodate people. Pierre looked pale and was helped by Hao Ren to sit at the table. He took out a cleverly constructed hanging lamp from his bag and fixed it on the wall next to him. When he opened the bag, Hao Ren saw that there were many more inside. Strange things, including strange-shaped iron rods, telescope-like lenses, and weird creaking equipment. These things were dazzling, and 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 ghost stories 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. He relies on some technical gadgets to get involved in the field of surrealism. They can be said to be gamers. The special elements who walk on the edge of heterogeneous society are like scavengers in the magic field. There was no living space for such people in the Age of Mythology, but with the end of the Age of Mythology and the contraction of alien forces, many unattended gray areas were formed. This low-risk "heritage field" gave birth to people like Pierre That kind of people. Hao Ren has known for a long time that there must be people who make a living doing this in the world, 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 were 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, and believe it There should be very few people who exist and can find it here. It is said that thousands to ten thousand years ago, a group of 'Tara' people from the deep space of the dark universe 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 obviously perked up, 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 made 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 notebooks are 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 couldn't understand these records, and he wasn't interested in these maps. What he was interested in was the gold manor itself: "Is this manor really made 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 these golds 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 knows the "Leta Rune", so the legend of the Golden Manor is probably not just the nonsense of detectives in the spiritual world. This is probably the twisted version of the Ancatero family's legend in human society. Hao Ren turned his head and glanced 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 the 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 have 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’s something genuine about it.”

"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 spiritual detectives have gone back to dig out the secrets of the gods in the broken bricks and tiles left from the mythical era... 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."