Chapter 952 Odin Appears (Two in One, Please Subscribe)
Chapter 952 Odin Appears (Two-in-one, please subscribe!!!)
"This story...is not good." Eri muttered something beside her.
"Eri, what are you reading?" Lu Mingfei asked, and Chu Zihang also looked over there.
Eri showed the hardcover book she was reading to Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang. Under the dim light of the kerosene lamp, the words on some of the worn-out covers had long been worn out and could not be seen clearly. Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang simply put down the old newspapers at hand and walked over there.
"Nibel...Song of the Nibelungs?" Lu Mingfei read out the name of the hardcover book, and always felt that the combination of these words was strange.
"The Song of the Nibelungs, a medieval poem, the author is unknown, probably written around 1200 AD, the language used is Middle High German." Chu Zihang's voice floated from behind, "The whole poem has 39 songs, 2379 stanzas, each stanza has four lines, a total of 9516 lines. This poem is characterized by being a heroic epic written in the style of a court knight epic. The content is the story of the great migration of the Germanic people from the fourth to sixth centuries AD, praising the ancient heroic legends of Europe, but in fact it is reflecting the history of the feudal dynasty from prosperity to decline." "No, senior brother, you Baidu Encyclopedia?" Lu Mingfei turned his head and looked at Chu Zihang, who had listed the origin of a book, with a surprised look, "So amazing? Then let me test you, when Einstein proposed the "Theory of Relativity", how many hairs were left on his head?" "Not so amazing, I just happened to have read this book." Chu Zihang Hang showed the memo on his phone, "Last year, my final paper in Professor Guderian's class cited the book 'Song of the Nibelungs'."
"You scared me to death. I thought you had evolved into an AI." Lu Mingfei patted his chest, "But Nibelungs...just say that the name is weird, what does it have to do with the Nibelungen?"
"I don't know, but these two words come from Norse mythology, which is older than the Middle Ages." Chu Zihang said, "Norse mythology has always been the focus of school research. I remember a radical professor in the school proposed that Norse mythology is not a myth record, but real history. It records what really happened thousands of years ago."
"I know that Professor Guderian also said something similar, but if this book is about Norse mythology..." Lu Mingfei didn't say much. He just walked to Eri's side and flipped through the other hardcover books stacked against the wall.
"'Edda'... 'Beowulf, Song of Roland, Song of Cid, Tale of Igor's Campaign'... 'Saga'..." Lu Mingfei read the names of those books, and his brows unconsciously frowned, "All books related to Norse mythology?"
Chu Zihang also came to Lu Mingfei and Eri, his fingers brushed over the exquisitely packaged but very old book covers. He didn't know where the people the boss lady had found collected these books, nor did he know what the connection was between these books and the things they investigated.
That rainy night seven years ago, those ghostly shadows, the god-like figure on the throne... Chu Zihang felt that there were many fragments scattered in his brain, the blurrier ones were seven years ago, and the clearer ones were now. There seemed to be some subtle relationship between these fragments, but every time Chu Zihang wanted to connect them together, it felt difficult to find a "bridge" to connect them.
"Norse mythology... I remembered it." Lu Mingfei suddenly said, "Heimdall is also a character in Norse mythology. The biggest thing these hardcover books and those parchments have in common is... they all describe things in Norse mythology!" "Yes, I thought of this too." Chu Zihang nodded and analyzed, "Like the 'Song of the Nibelungs', it seems to tell the legend of ancient heroes and the decline of the feudal dynasty. If the feudal dynasty in the poem refers to the dragon clan, and the so-called heroes refer to the people who resisted the dragon clan at that time, this statement coincides with the theory of some professors in the college. This speculation is very reasonable. . "
"But if Norse mythology is the clue left to us by those people, then what does this clue want to convey to us?" Chu Zihang asked in a low voice, "Ancient parchment, old hardcover books and a pile of old newspapers, I can't figure out what the connection is between these things."
At this time, Lu Mingfei suddenly raised his head and looked at Chu Zihang, and asked in a faint tone: "If it is a god... that thing may have a lifespan of thousands of years... right?"
Chu Zihang was shocked, and the scattered fragments in his mind seemed to be able to be pieced together. Lu Mingfei's words were like a "bridge" that connected all the scattered clues.
Yes, why can't it be a real god? He has lived from the Nordic mythology era to the present day, with a lifespan of thousands of years that is unimaginable for ordinary people, and the ability to disrupt the elements of a city... This is a fantasy and an illusory myth in the human world, but it is not necessarily so rare in the world of dragons. All dragon king-level beings possess such abilities. They are nearly immortal and possess world-destroying level word spirits that rank extremely high on the word spirit sequence list.
This is exactly in line with the professors' inference. Norse mythology is originally a history... a documentary history of dragons. Those gods and ghosts are real. They are species above humans. However, in the passage of time, their real names are gradually replaced by some hidden names in myths.
For ordinary people or hybrids, the existence of the Dragon King level is no different from gods. Just like the "God" in Japanese mythology refers to the White King, and the "holy bones" refer to the remains of the White King. The three sons of God, Amaterasu, Yuedu and Susanoo, are the three "hybrid kings" who inherited the purest bloodline of the White King... So this city is the same. The bad climate here and the frequent visions in the past few decades are made by a god who survived from Norse mythology to the present?
Chu Zihang thought of the majestic figure on the throne. It is not an exaggeration to call that kind of thing a "god". The corresponding person can also be found in Norse mythology... It is the synonym of death that stands at the commanding heights of all gods and has the most powerful power.
Odin
If that thing is really Odin, then what exactly is his word spirit? Calling the wind and rain, changing the climate of a city? Or distorting people's memories? Or erasing the existence of certain people?
Each of these abilities sounds extremely powerful. If you face such an enemy, is there really a chance to defeat it?
Chu Zihang's mind flashed a picture of a man swinging a knife at a god, and his fists clenched unconsciously.
"No... I still feel something is wrong..." Lu Mingfei lowered his head and muttered, "The strange things that happened in this city... Senior Brother's father... Missing Senior Brother Ye Sheng... Hunters hired to investigate these... Parchment and old newspapers... Norse mythology... A certain god..."
Lu Mingfei's pupils were blank, and his entire consciousness seemed to be emptied. He whispered repetitive words in his mouth. Chu Zihang glanced at his appearance and did not disturb him. Chu Zihang knew that Lu Mingfei had entered the state of "profiling". This was a skill taught to him by Nuonuo, piecing together the full picture of the matter and the hidden truth through some known clues.
Lu Mingfei's head started to hurt. He pressed his index finger against his temple. There were many known clues, but they were too messy. He tried to restore the truth buried deep in the city, but his consciousness was in chaos, like a bottomless whirlpool that was sucking his mind in.
Lu Mingfei always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell. If Nuonuo was here, he should have thought of that point, but he always felt that a key part was missing, and the whole machine seemed to be stuck and unable to move.
"There are so many books." Eriyi said unintentionally, "How long will it take to finish reading all these books?"
Lu Mingfei's body was startled. He turned his head in surprise, looked at Eriyi, and then looked at the room full of papers.
That's what he said! It felt like Nuonuo whispered in his ear: "Are known things not worthy of doubt? Why do you think that what you see with your own eyes must be true?"
"How long will it take to collect these books? How long will it take to read them all?" Lu Mingfei asked in a very low voice, as if talking to himself.
"What?" Chu Zihang didn't hear Lu Mingfei's words clearly.
"Brother, if you are a professional hunter and you have accepted a mission, and you have collected some useful intelligence." Lu Mingfei asked in a low voice, "Before you provide this intelligence to the client, will you first understand the content of this intelligence yourself?"
"Of course, the executive department has also had similar training." Chu Zihang nodded, "This is the most basic logical problem. If I don't understand the content of the intelligence myself, how can I judge whether it is useful or useless? For example, if it is textual information, I must read it word by word before providing it, otherwise the efficiency will be very low if the information is rejected..."
Speaking, Chu Zihang suddenly stopped. He looked at Lu Mingfei's face and suddenly understood what Lu Mingfei meant.
Chu Zihang turned his head and looked around the room at these books, these files and newspapers... At least thousands of them?
Then how many words should be on these papers? How long will it take to read all these words? If you don't read these things, how can you judge whether they are useful information for Lu Mingfei?
"Those guys..." Chu Zihang recalled the strange guys wearing masks.
"Those guys." Lu Mingfei looked into Chu Zihang's eyes and asked a question that made Chu Zihang shudder, "Brother, do you know what's wrong with them? It's not that they can collect so much information."
Chu Zihang opened his mouth, but couldn't speak. He vaguely sensed something wrong, but he couldn't think so accurately for a while. He just felt that something was abrupt, just like holding a piece of chalk and winning a calligraphy competition. It was fundamentally unreasonable.
"How do they know that our target is related to a god in Norse mythology?" Lu Mingfei asked this most fatal question word by word.
That's it! Chu Zihang figured it out instantly. If you don't understand the content of the intelligence, how can you judge what is useful intelligence? This is the most unreasonable part, just like following the answer to find the problem. Only when you know what the target is, can they find so much targeted information!
But except for Lu Mingfei and Xia Mi, Chu Zihang had not discussed this matter with anyone. Even Cassel College had never discovered the clues hidden in this city. How could a group of hunters have such a thing? ability? And can he accurately target a certain god?
Rustling, rustling... Chu Zihang seemed to hear the sound of rain, but this was a secret room in a building, surrounded by walls, and the only tunnel leading to the conference room was several meters long. How could he hear the sound of rain?
Chu Zihang thought it was an illusion caused by remembering the past. This closed secret room was too quiet. No one spoke. There was only the crackling sound of the kerosene lamp. Chu Zihang felt that he was shrouded in huge fear. This This feeling is not as sudden as in a horror movie when a ghost suddenly appears to scare you, but a kind of peeping and unknown terror... It's like there are a pair of eyes in the dark that are always watching you, and someone is sitting upright. High in the sky, overlooking the struggling... ants in the world!
Chu Zihang put "Song of the Nibelungs" on the bookshelf. I don't know if he lost his mind, but the books on the bookshelf lost their balance and collapsed in half in an instant.
"Mirror?" Hui Liyi looked behind Chu Zihang. There was something bright there, as if the mirror reflected the light of the kerosene lamp.
Why does a mirror appear in a secret room full of books? Lu Mingfei stared at the light behind Chu Zihang, and suddenly shouted at Chu Zihang: "Brother, get out of there quickly!"
But it was too late. When he heard the word "mirror", Chu Zihang had already turned his head and saw a scene that he would never forget.
There was a mirror on the wall behind him. The book fell and a corner of the mirror was exposed. Chu Zihang was the person closest to the mirror, and he saw the picture most clearly.
That was not a reflected kerosene lamp at all, but flaming eyes. Thunder and golden flames surged in the mirror. A majestic figure sat high in the sky. The scene reflected there was not Chu Zihang and the others at all. The secret room filled with books was instead an elevated road... The endless elevated road was filled with wind and rain.
The eight-legged horse raised its four hooves, its mouth breathed purple thunder, its curved spear burned with blazing fire, and the black flames carried the breath of death.
"O... Ding!" Chu Zihang said the name of the god with difficulty.