Chapter 173 Dissociative Identity Disorder
Maybe it’s a coincidence of time and space.
Separated by a long road, the two funerals reached a subtle tacit understanding at a certain moment.
Even the eulogy seemed to come from one person's mouth.
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"We are born of the blood of the old gods..."
"We are born of the blood of the old gods..."
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"We are made of the blood of the old gods..."< br>
“Made from the blood of the old gods…”
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“Die by the blood of the old gods…”
“Die by the blood of the old gods…”
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“Fear, the old Blood of God.”
"Fear, the blood of the old gods."
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"The dead will return, the corpses will rise, those who sleep in the dust will wake up and sing...the earth will also hand over its dead. . ”
“The dead will return, the corpses will rise, those who sleep in the dust will wake up and sing...the earth will give up its dead.”
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Dillashaw and Raven spoke the same eulogy in the same tone on two pieces of soil separated by endless sea water.
There seems to be some strange tacit understanding.
But for the deceased, no matter what their identity is, whether they are law enforcement officers or Solomon, those lying in the grave are treated with the same courtesy.
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The collective moment of silence at the funeral has ended.
Milo looked back at Enid:
"You look good. Who said you will have dark circles if you stay up late."
"I put on makeup, bastard." Enid stepped forward and thrust a notebook into Milo's hand. In addition to the pages of Ethan Field's draft paper, the notebook also contained more than ten pages of densely written decryption process and the presentation of the results.
Enid looked normal when she stood far away, but when she walked closer, Milo could see the heavy tiredness on this guy's face.
But that’s not the point.
The point is,
"Well done." Milo quickly flipped through what Enid had written.
How can I say this guy is an expert? Who can only calculate so many messy things at once?
"What is written in this thing is related to today's funeral ceremony, right?" Enid asked Milo solemnly despite her sleepiness. "Did he even mention these details?"
Milo quickly turned back.
He saw the patterns that Enid calculated through geometric puzzle solving. The graphics formed by combining many curves were many shadows gathered under the light, but there were no shadows around the light. Any entity exists.
Further scrolling back, Milo saw the familiar words:
"The eternal existence will not die, but in the weird eternity, even death will die."
In addition, there are many sentences that have not been translated word for word, but the careful Enid also marked their phonetic symbols one by one. If nothing else, these should be some special spells, and it is not unreasonable. Translated, but unable to be translated at all.
"Just say yes or no," Enid pressed.
"Yes." Milo did not hide anything from Enid, he nodded simply: "Seven people from our law enforcement office disappeared, just like Maggie Greene who disappeared on the night of the Great Library incident. "
Enid took the notebook from Milo's hand, opened the last page of the notebook, and pointed to a geometric totem she drew on it:
"The text above said, It is an evil spell, or you can call it magic. In short, its function is to imprison a living person in a two-dimensional world, using some kind of copper vessel as a medium to suppress it forever in that world, the desert. An ancient civilization in the world called this spell banishment, and it was generally used on prisoners who had committed serious crimes... Tell me, is it true that someone has implemented this magic ritual? Was it the missing person from the Gus Association? Did those people do it?”
Enid held Milo’s hand tightly.
In her eyes, Milo saw confusion, hesitation, and some imperceptible fear.
It is conceivable that Enid only interpreted this thing as a combined puzzle at the beginning, but as the encryption methods were cracked one by one, what she saw was a document from a certain The complete description of the spell caster, the authenticity of the content described in it, did not seem to be fabricated at all, which made her scalp tingle.
If it is just a horrifying story, then the writer does not need to add so many puzzles for protection.
And Milo didn’t need to go to great lengths to ask her for help.
All speculations point to one result - the things on the draft paper are true.
So Enid couldn't sleep at all after interpreting the contents of the scratch paper. After she went to the law enforcement station to inquire about Milo's whereabouts, she immediately rushed to the cemetery.
She needed a clear answer from Milo.
Does such things as spells and magic really exist in this world?
......
Looking at the tiny red bloodshot eyes in the corners of Enid's eyes, Milo suddenly had a bad feeling.
He began to realize that he might have done something stupid.
"Ah no, this is a job...that is to say, after the murderer killed someone, he had some problems." Milo pointed to his temple and said: "I don't know if you have any I have learned that when a person makes some major mistakes, he will create another scene in his mind and use various methods to convince himself that it was the people in the other scene that caused the current result. "< br>
"Dissociative Identity Disorder?" Enid immediately knew what Milo was trying to describe.
“It’s called split personality, that’s what it means.” Milo clapped his hands, cast an admiring look at Enid, and explained methodically: “The thing in your hand is what the murderer wrote after he committed the crime. He blamed everything on spells, magic rituals and the like, and claimed that he was also a victim, saying that his spirit had been tainted by evil books, so he would behave like that in order to Excuse yourself."
"So these are his imagination." Enid was confused.
"Yes, it's all his imagination." As Milo said, he slowly reached out and took out the notebook with totems from Enid's hand. He tried to slow down his speaking speed:
"Hey, you don't take what he writes seriously, do you? I mean, this hapless guy really has no creative thinking at all. I can find dozens of similar cliches like this in ghost novels. He still wants to use this to get away with it, really, whoever believes it is a fool."
Milo was not sure whether his words could dispel Enid's doubts.
But he can only say this, he must say this.
Because just now, Milo suddenly realized that his act of asking Enid to help interpret it was actually inviting her to read a certain page in the "Book of the Dead", and the previous one tried to Those who understand these strange totems die miserably.
He almost pushed Enid into the abyss...
(End of this chapter)