Chapter 168 The Meaning of Death
Defoe looks like a busy old man.
He fits the image of a priest in Milo's inherent impression. He is kind, kind-hearted, upright, and has a strong affinity. Basically, he has all the elements that a high-level clergy should have.
I don’t know if he likes little boys...
Ahem...
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"I won't waste too much of your time." Defoe didn't seem to be the kind of person who likes to ramble on. He didn't try to convey anything about gold to Milo and Old Theon in words. Shu's teachings may be because he knows that the heart of the man in black is as smelly and hard as a stone, so there is no need to waste words.
“In the final analysis, we have crossed the line in this matter, but I hope you two can understand it, because what we are investigating are sinners who have deviated from humanity. In essence, the original intention of both you and me is the same. "
"We can't pursue it even if we want to. This case has been classified as a confidential file in the law enforcement team. To put it bluntly, this kid and I are investigating it illegally," Old Xion said calmly.
"Then I think our next conversation will go relatively smoothly." Defoe was very satisfied with Old Sheehan's attitude.
Milo just stood without saying a word, quietly observing everything inside the Star Clock Tower Hall.
Defoe pushed away his chair and stood up slowly, took out a piece of yellowed draft paper from his desk, and handed it to Old Theon.
"Ethan Field, he lost his speech ability after the Great Library incident, but his basic mobility was normal for the first week. We tried various ways to communicate with him We communicated, but he never answered any of our questions through pen and paper, but he did write a lot of things, some of which we still can’t understand.”
A few crumpled drafts. The paper was bound together. In addition to the flying handwriting, there were some abstract simple drawings like children's graffiti, as well as some traces of saliva or snot stained on it.
Old Xion frowned and quickly flipped through the pages of draft paper.
After confirming that he couldn't understand any of the punctuation marks on it, he stuffed them all into Milo's hands.
Milo read through it very carefully, looking for any impressive content in the dense foreign texts, and asked while reading:
"These were all written by him on his own initiative. ?”
Defoe was pacing back and forth in front of his desk with his hands behind his back.
His face looks like he is at least sixty years old, but his body is in very good condition. He looks tall and tall, and he moves quickly.
Defoe said as he walked:
"Yes, in the first few days, as long as he was awake, he would write like crazy, without eating or drinking. At first we thought it was his spirit It was a manifestation of confusion, because what he wrote was illogical. Until the fifth day, after he stopped writing, his body began to shrink and his ability to move was completely lost... I think he might be recording himself. Various changes in the organs, but after roughly studying the content he recorded, I found that it doesn't look like..."
"These...really don't look like it." With Milo's level of education, naturally he couldn't see it. Understand the secrets hidden in these extremely abstract simple drawings and dense formulas.
“I asked a few old friends who are familiar with foreign languages to translate the above text. Most of them are just...weird gibberish, such as the last Arabic sentence on the first page.” Defoe Pointing to the draft in Milo's hand, he said: "The meaning of that sentence is-'The eternal existence will not die, but in the weird eternity, even death will die.'"
"What do you think it means?" Milo looked up at Defoe.
However, the wise old man threw the question back to Milo: "What do you think?"
Perhaps it was an illusion, or it could be that his eyes were dim, but Defoe noticed at a certain moment that the young man in front of him It seems that he is really thinking about this logically confusing sentence.
The fact is that Milo was really thinking seriously. When he heard this sentence, a number of mysterious concepts immediately popped up in his mind, corresponding to some of the words in the sentence. Is it the Ancient One who exists forever? The Old Ones? Old gods?
The information conveyed by the Scarlet Witch to Milo was too fragmented to form a system. Milo could only interpret it with a little knowledge and guesswork.
Maybe even he didn't realize that he was trying to decipher the words written by a person who was physically considered mentally ill.
Perhaps Defoe is right, this is the raving before losing his mind.
But for Milo, after he knew that the concept of spiritual vision existed, he had reason to believe that what Ethan Fields wrote was not completely meaningless.
He does not have high enough spiritual vision.
So after discovering something beyond cognition, Ethan paid a heavy price.
But before falling completely into the abyss, he still recorded what he learned in his own way, so he would record and write without eating or drinking as Defoe said.
He must have seen something shocking enough, something that made him willing to give up his life and record it.
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"This sounds a bit similar to that, the story of Wilfred Fenich."
Milo narrowed his eyes slightly.
If I remember correctly, Fenici's manuscript was compiled by him from the original text of the so-called "Necronomicon".
Is it possible that Fenich had the same experience as Ethan Field, but maybe his process was longer, enough to support him to write more than two hundred fragments of pages.
Milo felt a vague chill.
Perhaps this is the reason why evil books are given the prefix evil.
Those who understand it will be crazy to keep the part they understand, and to "share" or "protect" their gains in another way.
Just like Fenich and Ethan, they use various rare foreign languages, ancient texts, and special passwords and formulas to encrypt, simplifying and complicating it at the same time.
Simple refers to the fact that these obscure ancient information and knowledge have been digested through their brains, while complexity refers to the encryption methods added independently by the compiler.
This is like a continuous curse.
All those who comprehend it will pay their lives for it, and pass on and protect it in a similar way.
Perhaps this is the true meaning of the title of the Necronomicon?
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"I don't know how valuable this thing will be in the hands of the two of you, but this is the most effective clue that the church can provide." Defoe said lightly.
(End of this chapter)