Chapter 239 Interpretation

The walls of the renovated basement are made of ten-centimeter steel plates, which are stronger than the safe in Lynch's home.

There were strange lines carved on the ground, and green glimmers flashed from time to time.

As soon as he entered the room, Lynch felt as if he had entered a chemistry laboratory. Four test benches were arranged neatly. Several reagent cabinets filled with bottles and jars had strong big locks on the doors. The stove in the center of the room was , beakers and flasks of various sizes are placed on four gas nozzles of different sizes.

Are all pharmacists in this era like this?

He's not wearing a black robe and a wizard's hat, stirring a big pot on the fire, throwing in a few delicious children from time to time, and there is a stupid-looking black cat on the side who steals the potion in the pot. ?

Sorry, I revealed my age in my previous life.

"You are talking about the Fourth Age. Times have changed, Mr. Detective." Miss Valente patted Lynch on the back with her folding fan. "We are in the steam age. It is too efficient to cook children in a big pot." It’s low, now we use steam equipment to squeeze the baby into essential oil and add it, which is already in the potion you took before.”

This girl has really strong taste. She deserves to be a doctor and pharmacist. Lynch's mouth twitched and he couldn't laugh anymore: "This joke is a bit too serious."

"Mr. Lynch, I never joke about this kind of thing, and I can't joke about it."

"Hiss...really?"

"Pfft, of course it's a lie. Who dared you to say that I cook children?" The aristocratic girl stuck out her tongue with a naughty look on her face. As soon as Lin Qi was relieved, she heard the girl add, "Corpse oil can only be used on certain things." You can’t drink the death potion at all, unless you want to turn into a zombie. Well, if you are interested in trying it, I can help you prepare it.”

No, are the tastes of you mystics really so unfathomable?

Lynch no longer dared to challenge the endurance of the medical workers, and hurried into the laboratory, watching Miss Valente carefully close the thick safety door.

"This is my studio. It has been specially treated and has high security."

"Indeed, such a thick steel plate is enough to keep the enemy out."

"That's not the case. It means that when the potion fails, the mystery will not cause people outside to commit collective suicide, or after I lose control inside, the twisted body I turn into cannot rush out and kill everyone in the family. So for researchers, A room like this is necessary.”

Miss Valente said it calmly, and Lynch actually listened calmly. He suddenly realized that after hearing these words, he had no emotion in his heart. He was even considering whether to include Mrs. Maggie's fourth floor. Rent it and renovate it as a laboratory. After all, I will have to come into contact with mysterious knowledge such as various rituals sooner or later, so it is better to prepare early.

Let’s talk about it later.

Shaking his head to put away the distracting thoughts in his mind, Lin Qi selected an empty wall and put the information in his hands one by one with magnets. As he posted it, he said:

"First of all, this is normal behavior. If doing this could activate the effect of the mysterious file, Rhine and Nolin would have been strewn with corpses. So in theory, this is safe."

Miss Valente leaned against the wall and did not observe the documents Lynch posted on the wall. She just watched quietly as Lynch posted the information attentively. The light in his eyes flickered with the pulsation of the gas lamp, as focused as Lynch's gaze.

"What all the deceased have in common is that they all died after August 15, 1937, which means that something has been born since August 15."

"Not a discovery, but a birth?" asked Miss Valente.

"I think it is, if it is based on the existing documents, it is impossible that there was no abnormality at all before, and it did not start to explode until the 15th."

"It's reasonable, but creating mysterious documents out of thin air, and mysterious documents with such a high degree of harm, it would be difficult for ordinary people like them to do it."

"Just like that day at the Archaeological Association, I wanted to record the information about the mirror. But Professor Green also mentioned that day that there are other ways to circumvent the restrictions on creating mysterious documents, but there is no such thing as innocence in the mysterious world. , once the mysterious file is born, the soul of the creator will be drained, and the creator will often fall into never-ending madness until complete death.”

"I understand, this is the cause of death of those master craftsmen, they are all crazy."

I don’t know since when, Miss Valente no longer stared at Lynch’s face, but focused on watching him organize the information, and carefully helped him analyze:

"They were guided in some way and unconsciously produced mysterious documents according to certain requirements."

Lynch sighed, and the movements of his hands stopped for a while: "They are burdened with tasks assigned by the country and entrusted by the Rose family. I don't know if these two concepts will help to avoid the mysterious documents. Restrictions, according to some stories I have read before, have very special effects in the name of the country or using the national destiny as a medium. Perhaps it was through this that the restrictions were broken and the mysterious document was completed, so the three key masters among them Unexplained madness leads to death.”

Miss Valente added thoughtfully: "And those people at the back, whether they are workers, students, professors, or engineering directors, they were mysteriously eroded after seeing what was created in the seminar."

"That should be the case, so the first step is to select all the results of the seminar." Lynch pressed the last magnet and took two steps back to admire his results. "This is the result of the seminar, the overall planning map of the Norin-Rhine Railway."

That was not a whole drawing, but a planning map made up of many drawings. Later, it was indeed sorted out on a piece of paper, but that copy was not rescued.

But this did not affect Lynch's work. He subconsciously folded the edges of the scattered planning maps according to the numbers and overlapped them together, forming a complete pattern on the wall, including the Best Tunnel that passed through the Carlos Mountains.

But of course, nothing happened.

"Leave the following matters to me. To be honest, I have a strong will. With the help of the soul-returning grass, I can directly see the true body of some evil gods. Although I am not sure, I should be able to survive the filthy erosion of the mysterious file in a short time. I am sure of this, so..."

"Okay, then I won't look, think, or guess." Miss Valente nodded immediately without any entanglement, "From now on, you look at the file, I will only watch you and be your security officer. If you have any abnormality, I will wake you up."

As he said, he pulled the bolt of the folding fan.

? ? ?

Wait, what are you going to use to wake me up?

Seeing Miss Valente covering her mouth and laughing, but with deep concern in her eyes, Lynch didn't say much, but just raised his hat and bowed slightly to her.

After cracking this mysterious file, we will go back to the apartment for dinner. The dinner in the apartment is already cooked and waiting for me to go back.

Lynch smiled to himself, holding his pipe, and turned his attention to the documents on the wall. Miss Valente did as she said, looking straight ahead, her subtle eyes lingering on Lynch's face.

No, this is wrong. Although folding like this can form a complete pattern, it does not match Donnie's situation at the time. There are no creases on those photos, and he can't make the photos like this.

So, just arrange them normally, or separate them.

But it's still wrong. The photos are smaller than ordinary patterns. I took a few steps back to try. The visual effect at this distance is similar, but there is still no reaction. The direction should be wrong.

By the way, those people who died from pollution and erosion later must have seen the complete plan map, not separated, while Donnie's photos were separated, which means that this is not the point.

Then what is the point? Is there something I didn't see? Invisible ink? It shouldn't be.

Although he thought it would not happen, Lynch still took a basin of water and moved it to the wall. He wanted to take down a few sheets and soak them to try, but after hesitating for a few times, he gave up the risk. After all, there was only one copy of this thing, and if it was damaged, it would be completely gone.

Lynch sighed, shook his head and stepped back a few steps, staring at the water in the basin in a daze. The light of the gas lamp flickered, reflecting a little light in the basin, swaying and attracting Lynch's attention.

Lynch subconsciously stared at the light and shadow on the water surface for a few times, and at the same time saw the mirror reflection of the documents in the water.

Hmm?

Interesting, you don't feel it when you look at it from the front, but from the reflection, some of the maps in these planning drawings look like strange symbols.

It's a bit like some totem patterns in archaeology, but it's more distorted and abstract. It's a bit far-fetched to connect them, but once you feel the similarity, the more you look at it, the more you feel like a weird symbol. Could it be that this is... Wait, that's not right.

Lynch was just thinking wildly and divergently. He was not sure. He had not thought about interpreting it. He just had this consciousness. Even he himself did not react.

However, at this moment, there was an unprecedented pain in the center of his eyebrows, like a red-hot steel needle piercing his brain.

Dongdong, dongdong, there was a sound like a heartbeat in his ears, hitting the eardrum one by one, as if it was hitting his heart.

There were waves of trance in front of his eyes, and the red mist spread for no reason. In an instant, everything around him had become blurred.

Fear, irritability, dizziness, nausea, all kinds of feelings eroded Lynch's brain.

At this moment, he finally recalled the experience that Mr. Klin had told him before his death.

Interpreting mysterious documents is an extremely dangerous act. You don't even need to read it. When you realize that you have found a way to interpret it, you are actually facing death.

Damn it.