Chapter 1258 Activation Abnormal
There are no surprises outside the castle, but after entering, the golden light is bright.
The soft dark red carpet was laid out in a straight line, like a guide sign along the straight passage, leading to a magnificent auditorium.
Inside the huge building, many exquisite art paintings have become decorations on the walls on both sides.
The crystal chandelier on the ceiling is spotless, and the warm golden light shines through the refraction of the crystal, making the place bright and spacious.
Since Orange Lake Castle is not a group castle, but more like a very large villa structure, the venue here is not too grand.
But even so, looking at the high ceiling gives you the illusion of being in a palace.
Ji Li, Hou Guisheng, Luo Xian, Wei Guang, Clyde, Bai Lang, Huangfu Jiajia, Li Mochou, eight store managers and deputy store managers gathered together and walked slowly towards the auditorium.
In the meantime, everyone focused on the paintings on the stone walls on both sides.
The person who is most familiar with these is Clyde. Before entering the hotel, he was a photographer who traveled to dozens of countries and was particularly knowledgeable about such things.
Clyde's mood was very stable at this time, he had no worries about gold coins or ghosts, and he was most reluctant to leave.
He often stops in front of a certain painting while walking, admires it for a few seconds, and then admires it from the bottom of his heart.
"The paintings here are all authentic, and the earliest works of art are nearly seven hundred years old."
Clyde won't be shocked. In reality, few people may be able to do this kind of thing, but this is a supernatural place where everything is possible.
"Relevant topic?"
Hou Guisheng was born and raised, and he has a corresponding sense of resistance to Western things in his bones, so he pays more attention to the meaning of artworks.
After hearing this, Clyde thought for a moment and said frankly:
"That's not obvious. After all, it is Ta that we want to see. Ta is related to the eyes, and it is not reflected in these paintings."
At this time, Huangfu Jiajia reached out and touched the edge of the frame. There was no dust, indicating that these paintings may be new or have been cleaned frequently.
Li Mochou looked nervous at the side, leaned over and whispered:
"The store manager does not necessarily have nothing to do with him. After all, our eyes have seen these paintings, and they are actually related to him."
A bit far-fetched, but not necessarily impossible.
Ji Li also had the same idea.
Since he entered the castle, he has never looked at the art paintings on both sides, and he has not even paid attention to the most eye-catching auditorium directly in front.
Ji Li's thoughts have been focused on the seven people traveling with him.
He himself was marching at the front. From Hou Guisheng to Luoxian, the positions of the seven people were staggered. On the surface, it didn't look like much.
But if we freeze the current eight people standing and look back from Ji Li's perspective, we can only see four of them clearly.
For example, when he turned around now, the only people he could see were Hou Guisheng, Clyde, Bai Lang and Huangfu Jiajia.
Stepping back for a second, from that position, he would only see Hou Guisheng, Clyde, Huangfu Jiajia and Li Mochou.
This is a very simple phenomenon.
It's just that their positions are different, causing the person in front to block the figure of the person behind.
But the strange thing is that Ji Li can only see 4 people every time he looks back.
Since its abilities are unknown, the most representative one is to downplay abnormalities, especially those that stand out in the "eyes".
Ji Li imprinted this seemingly ordinary detail into his heart and regarded it as a serious doubt.
At the end of the team is Luo Xian.
She was now wearing a mask she didn't know where to hide, covering her terrifying face. The pattern on the mask was simple, just a few black lines tracing the lines of her facial features.
Somewhat similar to Ji Li, her eyes hidden under the mask did not seem to focus on the artwork, but also on the people.
But the difference was that she was not paying attention to everyone, but just staring at Clyde.
In Luo Xian's eyes, there seemed to be a kind of magic in Clyde that made it difficult for her to take her eyes away. She couldn't tell exactly what it was, but she could not help but keep her eyes on this blond foreigner.
But this is not appreciation, it is just a strange feeling.
A person who was obviously perfectly normal everywhere, but there was something strange about him that made her feel strange inexplicably.
"Has the anomaly been downplayed?"
Ji Li and Luo Xian, a pair of store managers who have executed special projects three times and the other four times, echoed these words in their hearts.
Maybe there are some things that only these two people are qualified to sense.
But the abnormalities they felt were different. Whether it was true or false, right or wrong, there is no conclusion yet.
The corridor finally came to an end.
The magnificent and bright auditorium welcomed the only group of tourists tonight. Dozens of empty seats bowed respectfully towards a stone platform.
From the main entrance to the art gallery and then to the auditorium, the jumping nature of the space made the eight people feel a sense of jumping in their hearts.
This weird spatial arrangement is consistent with supernatural attributes, but it will deepen people’s doubts and scrutiny of this place.
"Mother woo woo woo..."
The five-color translucent glass seemed to be reflecting light, making the atmosphere of the auditorium seem a bit strange. The sound of singing seemed to be heard in the empty seats, but if you listened carefully, it became an illusion.
The eyes of the eight people were involuntarily attracted to the table on the stone platform. There was a book on the table, but it was standing on the table, as if waiting for someone to open it.
After a few glances crossed each other, Hou Guisheng volunteered to walk through the layers of tables and chairs and came to the stone table.
He stood in the most conspicuous place in the auditorium and picked up the book with a hard leather cover under everyone's gaze.
"Huhu..."
The strange thing is that when he just took the book in his hands, auditory hallucinations seemed to ring in everyone's ears again.
The seven store managers began to be vigilant, and slowly moved their positions, landing in various positions in the auditorium in a more dispersed position.
Hou Guisheng weighed the heavy old book, looked at the seven people below and opened it.
The title page is completely empty, the first page is completely empty, and a paragraph appears on the second page, which is in Chinese and has English annotations.
When he saw this passage, his expression changed a little. After a moment of silence, he slowly read out:
"Please allow me to beg your forgiveness on behalf of him, her, it, it, before you show up to save me.
The land under my feet no longer has purity and nobility. Dirty ghosts, evil villains, and hypocritical gentlemen are synonymous with them.
But you should forgive these fools for not having permanently clear eyes like yours, so they can only see darkness and fall into the mire.
I hope you can help him before he is killed by the Heart Eater. I hope it's not too late. ”
On dozens of empty seats, when Hou Guisheng read this passage, voices of agreement came out of thin air, and gradually gathered into waves of sound, rushing towards the seven people below.
The words that are full of weirdness squeeze into people's thoughts in an unstoppable manner.
The sound is secondary, and the main thing is text.
After entering the mind, it makes people feel strangely uncomfortable from both physical and psychological aspects, as if it has stimulated some potential abnormal state.
Ji Li's vision was slightly blurred. He couldn't help but rub his swollen temples. He felt a sudden chill in his chest in a daze.
A large amount of bright and dazzling red blood suddenly oozed from his chest, as if a flower had bloomed, and the blood kept flowing downwards.
But he was not injured. The blood belonged to someone else.
Then, a staggering figure fell down with his back to him, knocking over a row of wooden chairs, and finally fell into a pool of blood.
The knife stuck in the chest was shining with silver light, and the smooth blade reflected the face of the deceased, which was a white wolf with a fierce look and a frown.