Chapter 44 Black Lake Ten
Jilan’s leather shoes made a rustling sound when he stepped on the gravel beach.
As he got closer to the wooden house in the lake, he discovered that there was actually a charred open space hidden in the forest on the left. There were many collapsed long logs that had been burned into charcoal, as well as the remains of some tents, tables, chairs, and metal boxes.
Gilan guessed that that area was probably the ruins of the prisoner-of-war camp of the "Expedition Exploration Team".
He did not go there, but planned to explore the situation of the cabin in the lake first. He looked up at the sky and remembered that he needed to return to the Black Lake Hotel to meet everyone in the community at noon, so he quickened his pace.
Not long after, Gilan stepped onto the wooden trestle.
I don’t know if it was due to the long history, but this small trestle was severely decayed, so much so that he staggered while walking on it, and heard creaking sounds from time to time under his feet.
Gilan had a calm mind, lowered his center of gravity, and walked forward unhurriedly.
His peripheral vision glanced at the lakes on both sides. The lake reflected the outline of the hut with calm waves, but the deeper lake bottom was pitch black, making Gillan feel inexplicably depressed... He didn't know what was underneath. , but it always feels very dangerous.
The trestle is about twenty meters long. Fortunately, until he pushed open the door of the wooden house, there was only a near miss.
The interior of the house was simply furnished, with only a bed, a set of tables and chairs against the wall, and a long box placed in the corner. There were moldy clothes in the open boxes, and the wooden walls, floor, and ceiling were covered with black-green moss, densely covered with spider webs, and moist and slippery.
Jilan resisted the stench in the house and started searching with a gun.
Looking at some moldy books, water glasses, ink bottles, quills and other miscellaneous items neatly arranged on the table, Gillan couldn’t help but wonder. The Rembrandt alchemist who lived in seclusion here did not seem to be Leaving in a prepared manner... more like encountering an accident and suddenly disappearing.
He stood in front of the table, looking through a diary on the table through the light that filtered through the window.
"Winter 1883, December 25th, overcast... Today is 'Christmas'. Although I am not a believer in the Dawn, I still praise Omer. He is the pioneer and beacon of mankind, worthy of respect... ...Maybe I should also use my power to do something for the people in my hometown? For example, cure diseases? Well, although I am not good at this, it is still okay to make some ordinary anti-miasma medicine or cold medicine. of..."
"In the winter of 1883, it rained on December 29... It has been more than a month since I returned to my hometown. I like it more and more. It is quiet and undisturbed, suitable for meditation and research... I have to sigh with emotion. After traveling for forty years, I How much have I lost in pursuing more profound knowledge and climbing to a higher 'original level', and is it worth it in retrospect?"
"Spring, March 1, 1884... Recent research I've fallen into a bottleneck, which always makes me fantasize about how great it would be to have a 'Philosopher's Stone' in my hand. Unfortunately, it's just a legendary supreme alchemy object, just like I always fantasize about having an 'Immortality' in the world. "It's the same as medicine."
"'Alchemy of Life' is a taboo in the mystical circle, and it is also a hypothesis that violates the law of truth. However, I am not willing to die of old age one day...even if I am a 'Long Time One'. , has a natural lifespan of 150 years, but still longs for immortality, so that he can have more time to explore the truth of the world."
"In the spring of 1884, March 6, there is something wrong here. What kind of power can influence a "Long-lived One" invisibly? "In the spring of 1884, on March 9, it was him!" This extinct volcano! This is where He once stayed. Only in this way can we explain the lingering sulfur gas, the most evil evil god since ancient times - 'Sulfur Lord'!"
"In the spring of 1884, on March 10, it rained heavily... I was unwilling to leave like this. I wanted to go to the bottom of the lake. If I could find some traces of Him, I could also have a glimpse of the peak of the 'Road of the Fire Sword'. What is it!”
“If anyone later finds my diary, please remember such a fool who is dedicated to the truth. His name is Rembrandt Eddy, a ‘Pentacle of the Forge’. Level 4 'Muttering'."
"I hope my hypnotic power will not come back to bite me."
After reading the diary, Ji Lan felt dizzy.
It was filled with so many terms that he was confused.
He could only be certain of one thing, that is, the alchemist did not come back after entering the bottom of the lake.
'Sure enough, the "elixir" does not exist... The "Path of the Fire Sword" was also mentioned in the diary. Is this alchemist named Rembrandt also a "spiritual mystic"? But why does he call himself "The One of Longevity"? What are the "Forge Star Coins" path and "Whispers"? ’ Jilan was full of doubts.
However, at this moment, when his hand touched the diary, a dazzling colorful light suddenly bloomed.
Gilan raised his hands to cover his eyes as a reflex, but the next second, he fell into a trance.
In the haze, he saw the flashback scene...
It was a man wearing a gray robe, with short curly brown hair, and his face could not be seen clearly. It was raining heavily outside, and inside he was writing a diary with a quill at his desk.
After he stopped writing, he turned around and walked out of the hut, drank a bottle of strange potion in the rain, and immediately plunged into the lake... Gillan noticed a detail. At this time, the Black Lake was still very... Clear and azure in color.
After the man in gray robe fell into the lake, he never came up again.
But soon the lake seemed to be infected by ink, gradually turning black and green.
After that, spring turns to winter, and another year comes.
An army escorted the prisoners to the lake, where construction began and a camp was built.
The army is stationed on the shore of Black Lake, and all domestic water comes from Black Lake.
The bearded officer headed by him is very keen on ancient creatures. He will stay up late every night to read and look through some atlases of long-extinct creatures. He is especially enthusiastic about "mammoths". He will even mix various mammoths Hang Xiang’s paintings in his tent for viewing.
Soon, the officer issued the order, and the prisoners in the prison camp became the targets of human experiments. The screams were endless, day and night.
But it didn't take long for the entire prison camp to undergo horrific changes.
The prisoners screamed and turned into monsters that were not afraid of bullets. Some grew wings, some could dig the ground, and some had multiple legs... and the soldiers also experienced mutations. , but their bodies grew fangs and claws unique to wild beasts, and the bearded officer among them turned into a huge mammoth.
Weirdly deformed mammoth!
On his chest is a twisted bearded face that originally belonged to him!
But those eyes have long lost their humanity, only pure malice!
"Hoo!" Jilan fell down in the hallucination, and his hand trying to support the table accidentally knocked over some bottles and jars, making a clanging sound.
He gasped for breath for a moment and then came to his senses.
In silence, Gilan raised his arm and stared at his hand.
The colored light on the five fingers slowly twisted and disappeared.
'It's the power of "beautiful"... I didn't expect that it can also trigger "apocalyptic dreams" in movies! No, it’s not a dream, it’s just a phantom flashback. It used the diary as a medium to allow me to see some key fragments of the past! ’
Jilan got up again and couldn't help but be frightened when he recalled the scene he had just seen.
He seemed to understand it all.
(End of this chapter)