Chapter 270 Relic
For a moment, Lumian suspected that he had hallucinated:
There was no couple at all, and there was no attempt to blow out the candle at all!
If it weren't for the deep memory and a very clear understanding of the dangers of the underground Trier, Lumian would definitely have looked for problems in himself, rather than looking for traces of the couple's existence here.
The few guests who had been behind the couple before quickened their pace and caught up with the people in front, filling in the gap that suddenly appeared between the lines.
They were not surprised, not afraid, and not confused.
Everything is normal.
Lumian, who was already being watched by countless invisible eyes, had tiny bumps on the surface of his body that looked like goosebumps.
He subconsciously looked at the tomb keeper Kendall who was walking in front of the two policemen to see how he reacted to what had just happened.
Wearing yellow trousers and a blue vest, Kendall held an extinguished calcium carbide lamp in one hand and a quietly burning white candle in the other, and walked along the way he came to the exit of the catacombs without squinting, seemingly unaware of what was happening in the team next to him.
Suddenly, he turned his head, his eyes colliding with Lumian's.
"Is there something wrong?" Kendall's slightly low voice echoed in the corridors of the tombs on both sides, echoing in the cavities of the nearby skull.
Lumian didn't see anything unusual, and replied quite calmly:
"I'm afraid of losing it."
Kendall nodded invisibly:
"Then I'll slow down a little longer."
He continued to walk towards the exit doorway, his pace slowed down a lot, slowly, staggeringly, and extremely silent, like a living corpse described in some horror novels.
Lumian held a white candle flickering with yellowish flames, past the group of newlywed party participants who were still laughing and deliberately looking at a certain white skull from time to time, and one thought after another flashed through his mind:
"They really didn't notice that there were fewer people......
"When they leave the catacombs, will the family of the man and woman find out that their relatives are missing?
"I was thinking before that the catacombs are open to the public, and college students often come here to adventure and dance with skeletons.
"Even if you are led by the tomb keeper, there will be people who do not listen to the warning, not to mention the young people who enter the catacombs with a white candle themselves......
"I originally thought there were safer protection measures, or the frequency of accidents was not high, and I couldn't scare those people, but now it seems that it seems to be a different matter......"
Lumian suspects that people who are "devoured" by the catacombs will not only disappear physically, but also the impression of their existence in the minds of friends and relatives will be erased!
"Why can I remember them? Because I have Thermibolos sealed in my body, and my fate is connected to him to some extent?
"Why is such a dangerous place still open to the public by the government and the two major churches? The catacombs need to have a large number of living people coming and going frequently to suppress what? Those who do not heed the warning shall be considered necessary sacrifices?" The more Lumian thought about it, the more his hair stood up, forcing himself not to analyze it deeply.
Without enough information, he could not analyze it in depth.
Anyway, there is nothing worth venturing into the catacombs to explore, once in a while, as long as you follow the rules, there will be no problem!
From the moment he entered the catacombs, the "talkative" policeman Robert fell silent and didn't seem to fit in with the environment here.
He didn't speak, let alone chat, and the group of four returned to the natural door opening with exquisite reliefs in indescribable silence and walked out.
As soon as he crossed that line, Lumian immediately felt countless invisible gazes disappear.
There was no longer a chill inside his body, and his skin quickly returned to normal.
"Huh......" Robert let out a long breath, "Every time I enter the catacombs, I feel uncomfortable, Kendall, how can you go in more than ten times a day and be very happy?"
Kendall chuckled:
"Do you think we won't be affected? As long as they don't have to be on night duty, those who have families will quickly go to their wives, and those who don't have will go to places like City Wall Street to warm themselves with other people's temperatures.
"Seriously, after staying here for a long time, I feel like I'm slowly turning into a corpse."
During the chat, Kendall lit a calcium carbide lamp and extinguished the candle in his hand.
All the way back to the ground, Robert glanced at the carriage of the Market District Police General Headquarters parked outside the entrance building, and smiled at his colleagues and Lu Mian:
"I've been uncomfortable for a long time, I just want to pee, you wait for me, I'll go to the bathroom first."
After saying that, he walked towards the mud-gray two-story building that sold tickets for the catacombs.
Lumian glanced at the dome covered with stone carvings, stood by the pillars on the edge, and aimlessly looked at the pedestrians heading towards Purgatory Square, while the other policeman got into the carriage and sat and waited.
At this moment, Lumian suddenly felt a little chill again.
This is very similar to how he felt after entering the catacombs, but not as strongly.
He turned his body instinctively and guardedly, and saw the tomb keeper Kendall standing behind him, staring at him expressionlessly.
"Is there something wrong?" Lumian asked calmly.
Kendall, who had a thick brown beard, asked in a low voice:
"What were you looking at just now?"
Lumian felt slightly heavy, and asked half sincerely and half performingly:
"Which time are you referring to?"
"On the way back, when I passed by that group of people." Kendall's tone didn't fluctuate.
Lumian made a look of sudden realization:
"I was very interested in the wedding held in the pile of dead people, and they didn't seem to be afraid at all and had a great time."
Kendall stared at him for two seconds, nodded and said:
"Don't learn from them."
After saying that, the tomb caretaker carried an unlit calcium carbide lamp and walked towards the mud gray two-story building that belonged to them.
Not long after, police officer Robert trotted over, and the carriage returned to the Honest Market area.
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The Market District Police General Headquarters is located in the "Relic Room" deep in the corridor on the first floor.
Robert walked to the wooden frame divided into multiple grids, pointed to one of the grids and said:
"Oh, Flemish relic."
There was a dark suitcase, pens, paper, inkwells, and a couple of tome books.
Lumian took out a book, flipped through it briefly, and found that it was a mineralogy textbook on the underground rock formations of Trier, which was very difficult for him, an out-of-school young man, and even had a large number of words that he did not know, which were proper nouns belonging to mineralogy.
The other books are also mineralogy, some are basic textbooks, and some are more complex collections.
After a little confirmation, Lumian took out the suitcase, put it on the ground, and opened it.
In addition to two sets of clothing and the necessary daily necessities, the suitcase was filled with one small gray-white cloth bag after another, on which different names were written in pen:
"Flowers", "Sedge", "Sheep"......
This is the name of the different rock formations under Trier mentioned by Flemish...... Is the bag containing the corresponding mineral specimen? Lumian recalled a little and probably guessed what was inside those cloth bags.
After Flemish went crazy, he didn't forget to bring his own research objects!
And these didn't mean anything to Lumian, and he began to think about letting the Police Headquarters take care of it themselves.
At this moment, the magnificent cascading voice of Thermibolos sounded in his ears:
"The cloth bag on the far right."
Yo, you, the loser, finally spoke again? Lumian's first reaction was to mock Thermiporos, and then he turned his gaze to the bag prompted by the fateful angel in surprise and suspicion.
The cloth bag is located on the far right side of the suitcase, with Flemish socks above and his razor below, with a combined proper noun written on its surface in dark blue ink:
"Earth Blood"
Earth ...... Blood ...... Lumian, who was already squatting next to the suitcase, muttered silently, and very calmly picked up the cloth bag in front of the police officer Robert and opened it.
There was a piece of stone in the bag, the surface was tan, there were many pits, and each pit had dark red patches, as if the earth was oozing blood.
For some reason, Lumian felt quite irritable just by seeing this thing.
He didn't touch the mineral specimen with his hands, tied the bag again, and put it back in the suitcase.
Immediately afterwards, he quickly flipped through the mineralogical material about the underground rock formations in Trier.
Because the purpose was clear, he quickly discovered the answer:
"The 'Geoblood' rock formation is located between 55 and 56 meters underground in Trier and is about 0.76 meters thick...... This is the deepest mineral we can collect, and further down is the Ancient Ruins Reserve, which is not allowed to enter the ......."
Next to this textbook description, Flemish wrote a few words in his familiar handwriting:
"The small amount of ore in the 'Earth Blood' formation is more special than the rest, suspected to contain volatile toxins that can make people irritable and even suffer from a mental illness called mania.
"A researcher suddenly went berserk and slashed his colleagues.
"Corresponding protective equipment must be worn to access specific mineral specimens of the 'earth blood' rock formation."
"Earth Blood" is a rock formation near Trier in the Quaternary? There are obvious peculiarities in itself...... No wonder Thermibolos brought my attention to ...... While Lumian was thinking, police officer Robert urged:
"Do you want it or not? Hurry up and make a decision!"
"Yes." Lumian stood up.
Although all he wanted was a mineral specimen of the "Blood" rock formation and a mineralogy textbook about the underground rock formations of Trier, he signed to take away all the relics of Flemish in order not to arouse suspicion.
After returning to room 207 of the Golden Rooster Hotel, Lumian didn't care about washing off the mysterious makeup on his face now, and asked Thermipolos in a low voice:
"What's so special about this mineral specimen?"
Thermiporos' voice echoed in Lumian's ears once again:
"You wouldn't think it's normal that the ghost of Monsouri never came to kill Flemish, right?"
(End of this chapter)