Dinner was at nine o 'clock in the evening. Because of the falling out with the Carolyns, Nick had to personally go to the kitchen to make one or two sandwiches. He and Chen Ang sat at the small dining table in the room and had a simple dinner.
The small dining table was not big. The two of them sat at both ends, and a mirror was placed in the middle, which took up all the space!
Nick took a deep bite of the sandwich and swallowed it with a pickled cucumber.
"I won't ask you why you have to place a mirror when we are eating." Nick bit the sandwich and said vaguely, "When are we going to watch the show?"
"Ah!" Chen Ang raised his head, looking a little confused.
Nick was speechless. "You were the one who asked me to install the mirror. Don't tell me you forgot. I hid the mirror in all kinds of places they would never think of. It will be late at night soon. If there is really something in the mirror, then there will be a lot of fun downstairs! "
After Chen Ang finished eating, he wiped his hands on the napkin next to the table and said, "Don't rush … In order to better understand what is in the mirror, why don't we play a few games first!"
Nick said, "What games?"
"It is not popular here in America, but in Asia, our occult culture is very popular to communicate with the dead … It is not like the communication of spirit mediums here. Here in America, we trust professionals more. In Asia, we usually invite a few friends to explore the secrets of ghosts and gods … In this aspect, we are very adventurous, which is commonly known as — courting death!"
"This time, we will play a game that is especially popular in East Asian culture!" Chen Ang took out a piece of paper and a pen and placed it on the table.
"Pen spirit!"
"Pen spirit?" Nick repeated the English translation of "pen spirit." He had no idea what was so scary about elves. In European and American culture, elves were naughty creatures like Peter Pan.
"Dead Spirit Divination!" Chen Ang changed the translation.
"Here are the rules. Normally, this game requires some complicated rituals, such as preparing tributes, summoning dead spirits, and attaching themselves to this pen. However, because the dead spirit we need to summon is very active this time, these rituals are unnecessary."
"Now, we will write two words on a piece of paper, yes and no. After the divination is done, we will hold the pen together and ask the question. Where the pen tip moves to will be the answer given by the dead spirit." Chen Ang wrote two words on the paper, then held the pen with one hand and placed the tip of the pen in the middle of the paper.
"Oh right!" Chen Ang took a piece of black cloth and covered his hand. "I've made some changes to the game. During the game, our hand holding the pen will be covered by a piece of black cloth."
"What a weird East Asian divination game!" Nick mumbled.
But he still reached out a hand and held the pen together with Chen Ang. The atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward. After a moment of silence, Nick said, "Did your game consider this situation?"
Chen Ang's expression was a little strange. "This game is usually played by girls in school. The creator of the game doesn't seem to have considered the size of a black person's palm. You just need to pinch the pen shaft with two fingers! "
After Chen Ang said that, he bent his index and middle fingers to pinch the bottom end of the pen shaft. Nick used the side of his thumb and index finger to pinch the top end. At this time, a cold, slender hand suddenly reached out and grabbed the middle end of the pen shaft. Chen Ang and Nick watched as the end of the black cloth near the mirror began to bulge.
It was as if the person in the mirror had reached out and inserted a hand.
"I think we can start the divination now!" Nick cleared his throat and said, "I want to know, does the Holy Shield know where the fifth seal is?"
As soon as he said that, the pen shaft did not move. The hand did not seem to have any intention of moving the pen shaft.
But after a while, the pen tip began to move slowly. Nick felt a force pulling the pen tip to the no position.
Nick suddenly slammed his right hand and stood up. He said angrily, "You're the one who's moving the pen tip. I saw you using force! This divination game is a scam … "
Chen Ang also slammed the table and stood up. He said loudly, "Because you need to ask a question it knows, idiot!"
Nick's anger did not subside. "What I need is an answer to a question I don't know. If it can't even answer this, then what kind of divination is it? What use do I have for it?"
"It's just a dead spirit. Don't ask it a question that even the Sorcerer Supreme can't answer with the Time Gem! If you're so awesome, why don't you ask the omniscient and omnipotent God? " Chen Ang said, "It only knows what happened in this house. Don't make things difficult for it, okay?"
Only then did Nick sit down and continue to cover it with the black cloth. He asked, "Were you killed by a wizard?"
As soon as he said that, the hand began to exert force. It pulled the pen tip in a certain direction, but Nick did not move the pen. He exerted force, and the pen shaft seemed to be rooted to the ground. The hand pulled twice and realized that it could not move, so it began to pull the pen even harder.
The strength it was using now was far beyond that of a normal big man.
Unfortunately, Nick had all the strength he could muster. Not even two tons of brute force from the Infinite Formula could hold him back. He gripped it tightly, and no matter how hard that hand pulled, the tip of the pen wouldn't budge.
Chen Ang could not stand it anymore. He looked up at Nick and said, "Are you having a tug-of-war?"
"Show some respect to the pen spirit … It's about to cry!"
Only then did Nick loosen his grip. The hand moved the pen tip to the 'yes' position. He answered sincerely, "I just wanted to test its strength … These dead spirits may not have a physical body, but they're very strong. They're like a trained boxer. And they're heavyweight boxers … big, strong men! "
Chen Ang sighed helplessly. He took out a small box from his back and took out a suit part with an engine — the kind that Stark often used. There were jet thrusters in the palm and small compensating engines in all directions.
"A suit part for Miss Potts," Chen Ang explained to Nick. "I brought it with me. I'm going to take it to the spear for maintenance."
Chen Ang put on the suit glove and held the pen. He made an inviting gesture to Nick. "Come, let's continue!"
"Are the Carolyns in this house the wizards who killed you?" Nick continued to ask.
This time, under the threat of Chen Ang holding the suit glove, Nick did not hold the pen. Instead, he started to use the electric shock bracelet made by S.H.I.E.L.D. to use a high-voltage discharge to shock the hand. The buzzing sound of the electric current on the pen made by the three hands was heard, and the dazzling electric current radiated from the pen tip — it was a Tesla reaction.
Chen Ang had no choice but to use a countercurrent to shock Nick until his whole body was convulsing.
Seeing the pen stop at the 'yes' position again, Nick's body started to smell burnt. His hair stood up against his scalp, and he twitched from time to time. He crawled up from under the table and said, "It's not afraid of electricity! It's very likely that it won't react to energy attacks. "
He asked again, "Are the two wizards the black servants who once served the banker?"
Chen Ang wore the Adamantium glove and watched the high-energy laser pass through his hand. The Adamantium alloy shell sizzled and sparked, and the black cloth had been cut full of holes by the laser. Nick's five fingertips were equipped with a small laser generator, and his right hand held the sunglasses that hung on the bridge of his nose.
"It won't be hurt by the laser … So why don't they come out during the day?"
Nick's expression was a bit solemn.
If that thing was invisible and could not be hurt by physics (which Nick had just confirmed with a knife), could not be hurt by electricity, and did not fear lasers, then most technological means would not work on it. That thing had strength comparable to Hercules, could directly use physical means to interfere with reality, and had a certain degree of intelligence. If it had some special means, then it would be a very difficult enemy to deal with.
"From a scientific point of view … Yes, daytime only means the side of the earth that can receive sunlight, but from a mystical point of view … daytime is not that simple. It has a special meaning," Chen Ang said.
"There are three elements of mysticism — timing, symbolism, and ritual."
"For some witchcraft and magic spells, conceptual symbolism is very important. What they need is a metaphysical concept that is formed subjectively above matter. It's the product of human consciousness reflecting reality. It's some elements of information science, some … concepts!"
"Yes, they can't come out during the day because most people are afraid of the dark. When human genes were spread, some of the fear of nocturnal predators was engraved in their genes. Those who were afraid of the dark survived, and the genes they carried were also passed down."
"So, compared to the dark, people think that the day is safe!"
"Light and fire can give them a sense of security."
"So the concept of safety exists in the day. Human consciousness gives it the meaning of safety, so when we face certain things, it can protect us!"
Nick said. "But there are many images that give it the concept of protection and safety. I tried it with a cross just now, and it is not afraid of the cross at all …"
"The 'spirits' formed by different cultural concepts have different ways of dealing with it," Chen Ang answered. "As the saying goes … believe it, believe it, don't believe it, don't believe it. The Voodoo Cult uses red brick powder to defend against enemies, Catholicism believes that salt can exorcise evil, Japan believes in Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, and China uses cinnabar to suppress ghosts. "
"Ghosts born from a culture can only be dealt with using the concept unique to that culture."
"Using a foreign holy object to exorcise the evil of our own country. Using a foreigner's sword to kill our own officials. What kind of logic is that? "
"If you want to know why the ghosts here can't be exorcised using the holy object of Catholicism, then you have to ask those wizards how they created these ghosts."
Chen Ang turned to ask the Pen Spirit, "Do you want revenge?"
The pen that no one was holding stood vertically on the paper. Under the control of an invisible force, the tip of the pen slowly moved to the 'yes'.
Chen Ang had Nick leave first while he walked to the door with the pen. With his back facing the room, he tossed the pen behind him, and there was no sound behind him.
Chen Ang smiled and walked down the stairs.
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