Hitzfeld walked over quickly and found him lying on the floor like a toad, studying the cracks between the tiles. He had completely abandoned the governor's demeanor.
"Look here!" The man pointed excitedly at a black crack in the ground, "Is there a pinhole in this position?"
When I guessed, I didn't expect it to be a pinhole... Hitzfeld glanced at him and thought that his eyesight was really good.
Then she took out something from the small cloth bag hanging on her belt - a magnifying glass.
Yes, in theory it should be a standard item for detectives in the old society, but because the cases she had encountered so far all involved damn mystery and weirdness, she had not had the opportunity to actually use this thing to look for clues until today.
After looking for a long time under the staring eyes of Bislow and the apprentice, Hitzfeld nodded and confirmed, "Yes, there is a pinhole."
She looked at the Governor: "Is it where the sunset and the reflection overlap?"
"Yes!" Bislo nodded, but his eyes seemed a little unfocused for some reason. He seemed to want to stare at her, but his gaze always unconsciously glanced around or to the floor.
"You..." Hitzfeld was about to continue asking when he noticed his abnormality. He immediately stepped forward and asked him to stop moving. He reached out and pried open his eyelids, pressed his eyeballs through his eyelids and eye sockets, and found that even after doing this, Bislo's eyeballs were still moving around unconsciously.
It was as if his eyeballs had suddenly lost control and had a mind of their own.
What did he see? How could he become like this in such a short time?
With great doubts rising in his heart, Hitzfeld turned to the blinds, stared at the setting sun, and began to adjust his position little by little.
There are indeed height and body factors in asking Bislo to do this, but it doesn't mean she can't do it herself.
She was wearing a long skirt, and unless it was necessary, she would rather maintain her manners in front of outsiders.
The elliptical reflection gradually merged into a perfect circle as the standing position changed. When the circle was finally formed, Hitzfeld couldn't help but reveal an expression of horror.
In the right eye, the circle did not change, it was just a pieced-together sunset.
But the sunset in her left eye seemed to be alive... It was like the eye of a giant monster existing in the sky. The reality of the image even gave her the illusion that it seemed to have just blinked at her...
No...how is this possible?
Nothing could be more ridiculous than this. She quickly exited that state, looked up at the mechanical lens, and ordered her apprentice: "Go and lower that thing!"
She had closed her eyes so as not to look at the sun, but even so, she could still feel a spontaneous urge in her right eye to break free from her control and glance over there.
It was as if after looking into the sun's eyes, a chaotic dbuff was added. No... this was too bizarre...
Why the sun?
How could it be the sun?
"What do you want to do?" Bislo saw that her face was serious, but he himself was confused and had no idea why.
"You..." Hitzfeld frowned and looked at him. Due to her strong self-control and the involvement of the nerves in her left eye, she was able to control her eyeballs from wandering around. "Don't you think the movement of your eyeballs is strange?"
"You are making a fuss, Sister." Bislo frowned, "Have you really done this at sea? Isn't it normal for everyone to have this reaction for a while after seeing the sun?"
I see. He was used to this kind of thing, so he didn't show any abnormality just now.
But how can this be taken for granted?
How can we get used to it?
Hitzfeld immediately asked him, "Is this normal?"
"Of course, that's the reaction of everyone who actually saw it."
"Whoever it is?"
"Whoever it is."
"Did they forge your file, or is the fog on the sea really that heavy?" Bislo began to doubt her. He told an axiom that he thought all the residents of the Kingdom of God knew - no matter who he is, as long as he has the opportunity to climb high and look far, and truly look directly at the sun's brilliance at sunrise and sunset, he will definitely fall into a state of confusion for a while.
This situation is understood by the locals as one cannot look directly at the god - yes, of course there is worship of the sun here, but people do not know the story of the Sun King or the Sun Goddess. Most of them think that the sun is also conscious, so it is normal for the sun to "blink".
But this is not normal!
Hitzfeld knew that was not the case at all.
The changes that have taken place in the Kingdom of Corrupted Blood, even the rivers becoming spirits, the strong winds becoming spirits, the clouds becoming forests, and even the rain becoming spirits, are all wonders that have occurred in this area of the Elsa continent and can be explained by "blood-borne infection."
But the sun isn't on this fucking continent!
That was the radiation from the starry sky. Its main body was not only far away from the exiled alien space of the Elsa Continent, but also far away from the planet Namiia. How could it be possible that it was also affected by the blood source?
Even if the Blood King had great power, she couldn't possibly spill her blood on the sun! It was even more impossible for her to have any effect on the sun!
Moreover, the sun is the symbol and even the incarnation of the goddess. It's not like she hasn't bathed in real sunshine on Earth or in Sara. She knows that scorching and warm feeling very well. How could it possibly trigger such a strange phenomenon?
This is totally wrong.
That thing...she didn't think it was the sun!
But what was she going to say?
She looked at the Governor of Neptune City who was frowning and glaring at her, then looked at the confused apprentice beside her, and suddenly realized that she had all this scientific understanding but had no way to express it.
She felt that she would be finished immediately if she dared to say it.
This is something that is regarded as axiom and truth in the Kingdom of Corrupted Blood. Her explanation is nothing less than subverting everyone's cognition from the root.
What? You said there's something wrong with the sun?
Isn't the gray fog, which has always been regarded as the source of evil, protecting us?
Such a ridiculous statement made her feel that there was a good chance that she would be treated like a witch in the Middle Ages on Earth and burned alive at the stake.
So she wisely skipped the topic and asked the apprentice to lower the mechanical lens quickly.
"What do you want this for?"
Bislo's attention was quickly drawn away. He stood by with his hands behind his back, watching the large and small mechanical lenses being moved down and adjusted to various angles by the girl.
“Cast sunshine,” Hitzfeld said.
"Sunlight?"
"I'll just call it sunlight..." Hitzfeld muttered in a low voice, then returned to normal volume, "Isn't there a pinhole underneath? Don't worry... there will be an answer soon."
There were so many mechanical lenses after they were disassembled that Hitzfeld tried for a long time before finally finding a suitable angle that allowed the sunlight to continue to refract among them, eventually turning into a tiny ray of light that shot straight toward the pinhole on the ground.
It’s not just a matter of shooting into the pinhole; she guessed that all the lenses would have to be included in the project to be considered “passed”.
Because this mechanical lens is itself part of the mechanism.
Bislo still didn't understand what she wanted to do. Just when he was about to lose his patience, he found that the ground beneath his feet began to shake.
Click click click——
Those fine checkered floor tiles suddenly bulged and flipped like a Rubik's Cube, and quickly spread out in all directions with the pinhole of sunlight as the center, forming a lying arch in the original place.
"this!?"
Bislo was shocked, he didn't expect this development.
There is a secret door hidden underground?
And it's such a... such an evil and rebellious mechanical structure!
"Is this the truth?" He looked at Hitzfeld. "Luca is afraid of this? Is he actually a spy for the Mechanical Kingdom? Is his death the result of some kind of internal conflict?"
Hitzfeld said dimly, "Go down and take a look, and you'll know."
Then she seemed to remember something, turned around and said to the apprentice, "Do you want to come with us, or just pretend you haven't seen this thing and go back first?"
The apprentice was just about to say, "Of course I will accompany you." After all, the teacher had repeatedly emphasized to him that he must serve the two adults well.
But when he saw the girl's faint gaze, he suddenly realized: "I think I should go back first... Well... I really have never seen this strange thing..."
After he left, Bislo laughed at her: "I didn't realize you were so kind."
"This is not kindness, it's unnecessary."
"It's too late. You can't pretend you haven't seen this. If you don't do it, then I will. This person must shut up forever."
"You want to silence me without even knowing what's in there?" Hitzfeld didn't want to pay attention to him and went down the stairs alone.
Bislo thought about it and found that it was true.
At worst, we can just open the things up and demolish the bell tower.
What a crap loot! It’s not mine, so I don’t care about you, go to hell.
He quickly followed him down the stairs. Bislo's first impression was that the atmosphere here was a bit weird.
This is undoubtedly a secret room, a hidden and sealed space.
Its outer layer, used to conceal its existence, was undoubtedly a means of rebellion. He was too familiar with that mechanical style. He had encountered the same style of mechanical fortresses countless times on the floating city of flesh and blood.
But why is this place filled with an old and deep smell of blood?
He had just guessed that Luca was a spy from the Mechanical Kingdom. So in the subsequent predictions, the secret room that a spy from the Mechanical Kingdom tried desperately to hide should have things in a rebellious style.
But not so.
As another step was stepped upon, Bislo stopped with a frown, carefully feeling the touch of the soles of his feet.
There was no doubt about it. Although he couldn't see clearly, he could clearly feel the softness on the soles of his feet.
Then the further you go down, the more obvious it becomes, indicating that the steps are covered with a layer of biomass, which is a blood mud material similar to that of the Blood Temple.
The mechanical rebel is hiding in a mechanical-style secret room and playing with blood mud?
Bislo felt more and more that his brain was not enough.
He suddenly regretted getting involved in this matter. Although he would still like to find out the root of it all if he were given another chance, he always felt stupid when he was with Sister Hashem.
It's a bit strange. She is walking in front and faster than me. It's so dark here. Can she see clearly?
Remembering that he seemed to be smoking, Bislo reached into his arms to feel for a match.
With a "hiss" sound, he lit the flame and discovered through the projection of the firelight that the corridor environment was indeed as he had guessed, covered with a layer of light pink substance that had a texture a bit like the gums in the mouth.
After two breaths, he suddenly understood. What appeared before him was a secret room also covered by "gum". There was indeed a table here - it was indeed formed by blood mud rising from the ground naturally. A large number of things like tendons and granulations connected the ceiling and the ground walls. In the middle of these granulation grids, there were huge pus bags bulging outwards. Through the translucent flesh membrane, he could vaguely see various human organs stored inside... This place perfectly fits the nightmare imagination of any flesh-phobia patient.
So this is what Luca is really afraid of...
Bislo was silent.
He knew the necessity of the existence of flesh and blood magic, but even someone like him, who was surrounded by human kings, felt a little disgusted when he saw this scene.
This is normal, because he is a human being after all, and humans have natures. It is the nature of animals that they cannot bear to see their own kind being treated too cruelly because that will make them further think about whether they will be the next one.
“They all match up.”
"what?"
"It matches the diagrams he drew in his notes and files," Hitzfeld emphasized. "This is where he actually did his experiments, and this is where he really began to be afraid and doubtful."
The meanings of these two "places" are actually different. Bislo didn't understand and asked in confusion: "Why?"
If a person has been doing evil for a long time, then he must have gradually abandoned those good cognitions. He either felt that it was terrible from the beginning and stopped doing it, how could he suddenly feel scared halfway through?
"Because he hadn't been targeted before, he didn't think deeply about the hidden story behind it." Hitzfeld continued to answer.
She stood right underneath a piece of flesh and blood. The lit oil lamp cast her back, which swayed slightly on the flesh blanket, like a demonic shadow existing there.
"A hidden secret." She continued to emphasize, "Yes... If he hadn't been suddenly involved in this strange incident, he wouldn't have thought about the connection between this mechanical clock tower and the mechanical rebels."
"Because this is, after all, a task assigned to him by His Majesty. He has been doing this for a long time and hiding it from everyone, including you. This can only be done with His Majesty's support. Even this place may have been discovered by His Majesty's instruction."
"Sister..." Bislo's lips twitched. "What do you want to say?"
"Let me ask you something." Hitzfeld changed the subject. "The so-called frontline friction... Does the war between Sea King City and the mechanical rebellion usually last for a few days before it ends?"
"Yes, but what does it have to do with this?"
"Let me ask you another question... In your memory, how long has it been since you had a high-level, large-scale battle with the Sea King City, or this 'front line'?"
"Isn't this a good thing?" Bislo lowered his voice. "Of course I also hope to completely eliminate them, but if the price is the lives of many soldiers, everyone will have to weigh the pros and cons."
"That's not the case."
"what?"
"The Mechanical Kingdom is not actually your enemy."
Without looking at the Governor of Neptune City who had been completely stunned, Hitzfeld approached a huge pustule and squinted at the heart beating in the pus.
"If I'm not mistaken, the other side always takes the initiative to retreat?"
"……how do you know?"
"And sometimes even when the enemy suffers heavy losses, they still quickly retreat and are unwilling to fight you?"
