"After all, that side is more important."
……
"'detective'……?"
At the same time, in the corridor of the earthen fort.
Hearing the whisper of the woman in front of them, everyone, including Fatty Punkwell, turned to look at "Bena Larence" hanging at the back.
Flesius frowned, seeming very dissatisfied that there were still people playing the trick of hiding their identities.
Bafu raised the corner of his mouth slightly, pushed his glasses up and said nothing.
Jon breathed a sigh of relief, with an expression that said "as expected", and leaned completely against the wall, almost sliding down.
And Punkwell...his expression could be described as gloomy as water.
The title of detective is too broad, it can be used to refer to many people. Punkville can instantly give dozens of examples. They are all well-known detectives who are well-known in Wayne and even have cooperation with the Security Bureau.
But only here, in this occasion, the title that is suitable for this occasion, the gender, age and cunning behind that title...he can only think of one person who meets all these elements.
"Xie Yang...Count?"
"it's me."
Hitzfeld simply tore off the mask on his face, shook his head, and his brown hair turned back to its original gray.
"It's you!" Punkwell narrowed his eyes angrily and approached her immediately.
This is not the time to be polite and tell the truth.
What's the point of asking questions... He doesn't care about these things! What questions can't be asked after the person is subdued?
We must do it now! We must be the first to knock her down!
Punkwell's idea was correct, but his actions were too slow. Hitzfeld was too lazy to use his extraordinary strength, but just turned sideways nimbly, stretched out his leg and hooked the fat man in the middle, causing him to stagger and fall to the ground with a thump.
"Crack!"
It should be the sound of the pistol's safety being released.
But she had anticipated this. She raised her hand and lifted the corner of her skirt. Suddenly, a black shadow rushed out from it, curled up in front of her, and happened to block the cold bullet that was shot at her.
"Mr. Yellen..."
Slowly raising her head, the girl looked at Bafo-Yellen with a hint of disappointment in her eyes.
“I thought you were not such a person, and the Yellen family was just forced, but you let everyone down.”
Bafu didn't say anything. He knew very well what the girl's appearance here meant. He pulled the trigger of the gun in his hand repeatedly, and the sound of gunfire was deafening in the narrow tunnel.
Crazy crazy!
Jon had to cover his ears, partly because it was too noisy and partly because he was shocked at the audacity of these people.
As expected, I guessed correctly, it was Count Xieyang who came down personally...
But how dare these people shoot her?
He did hear his grandfather, old Film, say some strange things about restructuring... but as for restructuring, no matter how much he demanded it, it wouldn't mean killing important officials, right?
If Hitzfeld knew he thought this, she would definitely laugh at him for being so naive.
But now she didn't have time.
If you think about it, the gunshots have been heard, so it should be about time for the Shadow Lion agents lying in ambush outside to take action.
Yes - this operation was bound to fail for that thing. It was just using Vona's identity to perform a show and lure the most important prey - me - into this trap.
So what will it do next?
Continuing to control the bone snake to block all incoming bullets, ignoring the figure that was rushing towards Bafo-Yellen, Hitzfeld's sight seemed to penetrate the void and aim at Vona from all the chaos.
Then she saw the crown on Vona's head begin to glow blue.
Brilliant blue light continuously overflowed from the purple sapphire and Vona's eyes, gathering into a blurry shadow in the void and rushing straight towards this side.
Chapter 98: Second Contact
The invisible blue light spread over like a ripple of water reflected on the wall.
It easily passed through the gaps in all obstacles, blocking everything on its way, including those people... They only felt a slight chill somewhere on the surface of their bodies, and when they raised their eyes, they could only catch a glimpse of the tail of the blue light.
Then it was finally blocked.
If it was a violent information storm that was almost out of control, then at this moment, it finally encountered an opponent that was comparable to it.
What stood in its way was another storm, an information storm emanating from Hitzfeld's personal will. It contained not only traces of her repeatedly tracing back the traces of time, and her wandering in the ocean of information and time - just like a butterfly falling into a spider web of information, if she was lucky enough to return, she would not be untouched.
But it's not like that, it's not just that. According to Hitzfeld's own estimation, at this moment, she is not only stained with traces left by the information spider web, but it can be said that countless information spiders are entangled together, and at the same time, it comes with a mystery that even the mentor cannot solve.
Time travel.
How did she get to Namiia from her home Earth?
According to the information collected so far, it seems that it is because of the "Inverted Coffin", a magical artifact that can reverse life and death and even cause and effect. It is said that even the Sun King himself has been affected by it, which shows how powerful it is.
Ms. Yusirion guessed that it was because she had passed through the "Inverted Coffin" that she, Asun-Hitzfell, woke up here. It was her mother who used this artifact to forcibly reverse life and death... and also reversed her gender.
It can only be said that compared with life and death, gender is not important. The only thing Hitzfeld was thankful for was that she was not very old when she died. In addition, due to factors such as her family, school, and living environment, she tended to be a loner, so she could accept this physical change.
As for how she passed through the "Upside-down Coffin", what form she took inside the "Upside-down Coffin", and what exactly happened in between, she asked the little crow, but the little crow could not answer.
Hitzfeld was particularly impressed by this because it was almost the only question that, as soon as she asked it, the little crow told her "there is no answer" without even thinking about it, and then added a bunch of long-winded questions that almost made her dizzy.
"How should I tell you about this thing? ... The Upside-Down Coffin, that artifact, Harwin said that thing is related to the branch of time and space."
"I don't know what the physical rules are on your home planet, the place called 'Earth', but the rules here in Namibia are very strange."
"Yes, it is very strange. Even though I am a 'native' and have never seen other worlds, I still say this because it was not like what you see now, a... um, 'stocky individual', that is, 'only'."
"It is scattered, with many layers, from the real world to the flesh and blood world, from the flesh and blood world to the shadow world and the world where only color and light exist, and then to the world without any color at all, only dots and lines. It is layer by layer and will gradually become 'distorted'."
"I guess the innermost Namibia should be just a 'dot', or simply nothing, a void. The weirdest thing is that every person and object in this world is related."
"Do you understand what I mean? Just like from the 'real world' to the 'shadow world', you are standing in the 'real world', but everything you do in the 'real world' will interfere with and affect the 'shadow world' - it is not just called the 'shadow world', it is a projection of the real world. It can even be said that most of the 'shadow world' itself is a projection of the 'real world'."
"This influence and interference will spread infinitely in this series of 'worlds'. Each world here is like a thin piece of paper, and this influence is like a line passing through each piece of paper."
"Where is the source of the line? No one knows, but there are only two answers. It is either in the innermost layer that no one has ever been to, or in the hands of people in the outermost 'real world'. But one thing is certain: as long as the source of the line moves, all worlds must move with it. If there is an 'Esun-Hitzfell' in the 'real world', there is probably one in the 'shadow world' as well. They once had such a strange relationship."
"Then--"
"We speculate that the reason why Namiia triggered the epochal disaster is that this relationship was broken."
"A world... no matter how weird its operating logic is, as long as it can still function, it's probably fine. But at that time, something went wrong in Namibia, causing the original operating relationship to be completely messed up."
"Each 'other world' jumped out independently at that time, just like a stack of papers connected to a line, and each subsequent paper was torn from the line."
"But the tearing is not complete - there is still a small half of them hanging on the line. The consequence is that 'reality' - that is, the piece of paper hanging in the front - can still affect and interfere with them, but the strength of this interference is very limited. It is impossible to prevent them from invading."
"Invasion... yes, even Namiia, a fool, knows how to save herself. These pieces of paper... I mean, these creatures living in the other world, they certainly don't want to die."
"'The Order of the Rose', 'Blood and Bone Mage Society', 'Shadow Assassin', 'Primary Color Painter'."
"Ah... I haven't called them like this for a long time... It was a long and boring war, a war that engulfed the entire line."
"Don't take it too seriously, Aisuen. This information is not important... because it has already happened and has been buried in history."
"Namiya is no longer a weird structure. It is now a piece of cardboard, where all the pieces of paper merge into one. So you don't have to worry about your shadow coming out to kill you or take your body, your name, or the meaning of your existence."
"I just want you to understand a little bit of this background, so that you can understand the Upside-Down Coffin - this artifact that condenses all the hopes of the 'Shadow Realm'."
"That's right. The Upside-Down Coffin is not actually an original product of Namiya. It comes from another Harwin, from the Shadow Realm."
"So it's completely useless for you to ask me about the operating logic of this thing. I guess even Harwin himself doesn't know how it works. This involves some 'old rules' that have been abandoned by the 'new world'. I can only tell you unilaterally that I think the reason why it can bring you from Earth to here is because it also used this power to connect 'shadows' and 'reality'."
It must be admitted that Hitzfeld was deeply touched when he learned this part.
She never dreamed that the overall structure of the original Namiia world would be so outrageous.
What is connected on a causal line... The mentor's metaphor is still too difficult to understand.
According to what she said...a world is divided into so many layers, isn't this the Creation Mountain in Dragon Ball Z?
She shrank her neck when this thought came to her mind.
If Little Crow knew that she was using concepts from children's animation to illustrate such a serious matter, she would definitely be scolded.
But it really is similar... except that the concept is indeed more fantastic, and it becomes gradually distorted as you go down layer by layer.
The world of flesh and blood, fading away reality.
The realm of primary colors, fading away the form.
A realm of shadows, fading light.
Until only lines exist, and there is even no lines or points in the void. This is truly the most mysterious and gorgeous concept she has ever heard of.
But that's all. The little crow also said that even if she knew these things, "it's useless", because all the worlds in Namiia are now unified. Regardless of whether this unified form is because Amen Harwin also came from Earth and so subconsciously made it very similar to Earth... At the very least, those inner worlds have merged and died, and the creatures in them have naturally been completely killed and no longer pose any threat.
This is indeed the case, and this information is of little use.
But as the case progressed, Hitzfeld gradually realized who her real enemy was, and she brought up the term "Inverted Coffin" again.
She couldn’t help but wonder, am I still entangled in the “old rules”?
Taking the "Crown" as the imaginary enemy, this thing is omniscient and omnipotent, knowing everything... It can obtain all the knowledge about the origin of the world from the new mother tree that is being nurtured. If it is just an unconscious tool, it is fine, but if it awakens its own spirit and "deteriorates its filial piety" due to contact with mortal thoughts, will it also be contaminated by knowledge? Will it become our enemy completely?
She suddenly realized that if this was the case, then she, who was entangled in the "spider web of old rules", might be the only one who could restrain herself and fight against the crown.
Because this data is not available in the newly born Namibia host.
It is old data. It was most likely deleted when the new Namiia was born. The only person who might know the data, the Sun King, was absent and busy with something else. The newly born mother tree was confused and ignorant - how could it understand this "old secret"?
The source of this data, secret, and information is not the current Namibian world, but the past.
All the information the Crown receives comes from the New World.
Therefore, the Crown will definitely not understand the knowledge that the New World does not understand.
This was the only guess she didn't tell even to Ms. Yusilian and Xia Yibing, because it was one of her trump cards to defeat the enemy.
…She wants to use this secret to protect herself!
Protect everything she holds dear!
"I have considered all the factors... Yes, I believe in myself 100%. There is no other way out at this point!"
"Then come on!"
"See if you eat me or I reject you!"
The blue light instantly overlapped with the girl, and then a weird "light" suddenly burst out from the surface of Hitzfeld's body.
Colonel Fresius...Punkville...Everyone who looked at her raised their hands to cover their eyes.
But the moment before they raised their hands, they all saw the "black light".
Pure black light?
But it also exudes a colorful luster.
At that moment, the space and time of the individual named "Aisun Hitzfeld" seemed to be distorted. It was as if two extremely strong impacts were fighting against each other on her body surface, and the ripples emitted by that process were the "black light" seen by the onlookers.
Hitzfeld wasn't feeling well either.
She thought she was pretty resilient enough to adapt to the occasional whispers in the void.
In fact, it was true - a normal person would have been tortured to death, but she was able to subconsciously block them out and treat them as something "similar to the sound of rain", which was really amazing.
But this time... when the impact broke out... she didn't hear any extra noise in her ears, just the whispers in the void that she had been able to block out subconsciously, which were given a layer of pitch-shifting effect.
Every syllable is distorted from pronunciation to ending.
Sometimes big, sometimes small, sometimes near, sometimes far away.
She was so shocked that her eyes started to sparkle... She had never thought that she could "hear" the changing colors through "hearing".
But the effect was just like that, the distorted pronunciation brought about a dreamlike gradient of colors, like a melting rainbow, the reflection of oil... It was as if all her five senses were disordered, and she couldn't help but take a step back and grab her collar to suppress the nausea that was surging up, and then - lifted up her scattered bangs and stared back with a pair of eyes.
…I don’t want to!!!
There was a "boom".
Everyone in the corridor seemed to hear an explosion.
