"Don't worry, let's deal with this first." Garon looked at Golden Hoop Number 9, who immediately tensed up.
Golden Hoop Number 8 sneered and rushed over, pointing his index finger.
Swoosh!
"Ugh!"
Golden Hoop Number 9 groaned as a bloody hole appeared in his chest. With a bang, he flew over the handrail and fell into the dark hole in the middle of the stairs.
"Let's go." Golden Hoop Number 8 turned around and walked up without looking down. "We got what we wanted. Once we hand it in, there's nothing left for us to do. We'll talk about the appraisal later."
Garon looked down at where Golden Hoop Number 9 had fallen. It was pitch black and he couldn't see anything. He quickly followed Golden Hoop Number 8 up.
"Oh right, did you find any clues about the Turbid Vine? Why haven't I seen the Turbid Vine? "he suddenly asked as he recalled the strangeness of the Silversilk Castle.
"Turbid Vine? That thing is very effective in causing hallucinations and killing people. Our people collected all of it. The only thing left is that crazy woman has some, but it's not much, "Golden Hoop Number 8 said casually. "Okay, I'll go up first and retreat with my people. You can go after me to avoid Dale Quicksilver's suspicion. If you join us and become Golden Hoop Number 9, this identity can be a good cover. "
"Okay." Garon nodded. He stood still and watched as the Eighth Hoop sped up and disappeared into the darkness.
He looked back at the darkness behind him. The stairs extended downwards as if it could lead to a bottomless abyss. The entire staircase was eerily quiet.
"Why was Golden Hoop Number 9 in such a hurry to steal things?" He still had doubts in his heart, but Golden Hoop Number 9 was already dead. It was almost impossible for him to survive after falling from such a high place and being seriously injured.
Shaking his head, Garon sped up and ran up.
At the bottom of the stairs.
Golden Hoop Number 9 was lying on the ground. Numerous spikes on the ground pierced through his body. His eyes were wide open, and he was no longer breathing. His blood slowly seeped into the black soil below and slowly solidified.
*****
In the afternoon, the Silversilk Castle glowed red under the faint evening sun. On the grassland of the castle, a few police officers were checking the bodies of their teammates. Their faces were pale, some were cursing in a low voice, and some were sobbing.
The sheriff's arm was wrapped in white gauze, and he stood with Detective Dale with a grim expression. White Eagle, Black Panther, and the rest were also there. Ge Reese stood with Garon and Cynthia. Cynthia's expression wasn't too bad. Her subordinates didn't suffer many casualties, so the losses were still bearable.
Garon stood at the side and watched the detectives in front of him discussing something in low voices. He was too lazy to listen. The biggest gain this time was to establish a relationship with the Golden Hoop. If everything went well, at least he wouldn't have to worry about his family being threatened.
"I didn't do much this time. Unfortunately, "Garon said in a low voice." I was planning to follow the detective to find out the secrets of the Silversilk Castle and see if I could get my hands on some antiques. Now it seems that I was thinking too much. "
"Next time you run off, can you please let me know in advance?" Cynthia said impatiently. Her face and body were dirty, but miraculously, she wasn't injured. She didn't get hurt in such a fierce gunfight, which showed that she had extraordinary combat skills.
"Got it." Garon smiled and didn't say anything else. "Okay, we should go back. Now is not the time for us to stay."
He walked directly to Detective Dale and the rest in front of him.
After a simple farewell, Garon took Ge Reese, Cynthia, and the rest of the team back to Canoe Town.
In the evening, they returned to Canoe Town before dark. Garon got into Ge Reese's car and rushed back to the city.
Back in the city, life gradually returned to normal. Garon completely forgot about the Silversilk Castle. Every day, other than going to the library to read, he would go to the old man to learn identification knowledge. At the same time, he was waiting for the boss of Manuyllton Company to find time to meet him.
*****
A few weeks later …
In the library, surrounded by bookshelves, Garon sat in a small room with his back against a red sofa. He flipped through a black hardcover book the size of a magazine with a focused expression.
There was a cup of black coffee on the black table in front of him. The coffee was completely out of steam.
"The Book of Silence?" On the red sofa to his right, a beautiful girl with light blonde hair sat sideways. She had a black headband in the middle of her long hair. The black silk dress she was wearing accentuated her full breasts and slender waist. There were dark red flowers on the dress. The black and red gave off an elegant and peaceful aura. The length of the dress barely covered her knees. It was neither too long nor too short.
"Why did you suddenly want to look up information about this book?" The girl was Felicity. She had just returned from Manroland two days ago. She had contacted Garon to come out for a gathering.
"I heard the name a while ago. I was curious. It seems like this book is very mysterious." Garon shrugged. He definitely wouldn't tell the truth.
"You've asked the right person for information about this." The girl's eyes curved. She was clearly in a good mood. "The Book of Silence is an ancient book that records mysterious knowledge. The most mysterious and brutal ancient civilization, the Ancient Endor civilization, was the birthplace of the Book of Silence. Oh … there are a few books here that I'd like to read. I'll take you with me. "Felicity stood up and patted her butt." Follow me. "
Garon quickly put down the book and followed her out of the small room.
Felicity whispered a few words to a young maid standing by the door. The latter nodded and began to lead the way.
The three of them passed through a few connected study rooms. Soon, they entered a small door on the left. Inside the door was a wooden staircase that led downwards. It was a little dark. The floor was covered with a thick black carpet. Stepping on it made no sound.
Garon followed Felicity and the maid down three flights of stairs. They opened a few doors and unlocked a series of large locks. Finally, they arrived at a spacious and deserted underground library.
The library was a long, rectangular hall. It was completely dark. From left to right, there were more than ten rows of black wooden bookshelves, but most of them were empty. There was no one inside. It was cold and cheerless.
After Felicity waved the maid away, she excitedly led Garon to the bookshelf on the right.
"The books here are all ancient books. There are books on mysterious knowledge as well, but you'll have to find them yourself."
Garon nodded and sniffed. There was a musty smell in the air.
Without another word, the two of them rolled up their sleeves and began to look through the ancient books.
There were very few books on the bookshelves. Even if there were, they had accumulated a lot of dust. Taking them down brought out a large puff of white dust. It was very choking. Felicity didn't care at all. With great interest, she began to look through the books on mysterious knowledge with Garon.
They flipped through the bookshelf on the right and found the one on the left. The two of them found a few books on mysterious knowledge, but it was obvious that they were made up. The contents were more like storybooks for children.
"Many of the books here were left behind by my friend's ancestor. He organized most of them and gave them away. There were still many left. Later, because of family reasons, these books weren't organized and were pretty much forgotten here. If you hadn't asked me today, I might not have remembered this place. Cough cough … "Felicity said in a low voice. She took out a gray leather book and patted the dust off it. A puff of white dust immediately spread out. The girl choked and coughed repeatedly.
"There's no rush. Take your time." Garon smiled. He didn't seem to be impatient at all.
The firelight on the wall flickered slowly. In the dim hall, time passed by slowly.
After an unknown amount of time, a sudden crashing sound came from the left corner of the wall.
A thick puff of dust rose high into the air.
"Cough cough … cough cough cough … So choking!! Why did it all fall down? " Felicity complained as she walked out from between the bookshelves. Her whole body was covered in dust. Her black silk dress was no longer pure black. It was covered in a layer of white dust. She looked very pathetic.
"Eh?" Garon suddenly let out a soft sound of surprise. "There's a book here." He was standing not far from the girl. After the bookshelf fell, he suddenly saw a book roll down from the top of the shelf. He hurried over and picked it up.
He patted the dust off the book. The book was completely black. On the cover was a circular golden necklace. Below it was the author's name: Philip Jefferies.
Garon gently flipped it open. The pages were pale yellow. It was obvious that they were originally white, but had turned pale yellow after too long.
There was a sentence on the first page.
"To the scholar who has spent his life searching for mysterious knowledge."
He flipped to the second page. On it was a simple table of contents. There were only three sections: Nightmare, White, and Ritual.
At the bottom of each section, there were many detailed labels, followed by the page numbers.
"What's this?" Felicity asked. "A golden necklace? Why doesn't this book have a title? "
"No title?" Garon was stunned. "It really doesn't have a title."
"There are two kinds of situations like this. One, it's a private book. It's not listed in the National Bureau of Bibliographies. Not writing the title is a way to avoid this. A book like this will be considered a diary or something," Felicity explained. She was very knowledgeable. "And the other kind." At the mention of this, her expression became serious.
"The other kind is the so-called forbidden book. It contains taboo content. Not writing the title is also to avoid the Bureau of Bibliographies. Because these kinds of books are classified as forbidden by the Bureau of Bibliographies. Most of these books only have the author's name. "
"Forbidden book?" Garon was instantly interested. He casually flipped to the back of the book. The whole book was filled with intricate drawings and strangely shaped words that he couldn't understand.
"Come, let's go sit over there and read. This book is definitely forbidden! I've never seen a real forbidden book. "Felicity's interest was also greatly piqued.
The two of them came to a mahogany table in the library. They pulled out chairs and wiped them clean before sitting down. The lamp on the table had already been lit by a maid. The light was somewhat dim, but it didn't affect their reading.
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