"Beep... Beep."
While he was still in a daze, the call was connected.
"Hello? Why is it you again? "The voice on the other end sounded very impatient. "If you have something to say, just say it. I'm going out now."
Roland shook his head and forced himself to concentrate. "Ah, it's like this... I just read this book, and its content is really..."
"Scary, right?" Garcia seemed to have expected his reaction. "People who read it for the first time are usually like this. But after all, it's fictitious. You won't think about it after a good night's sleep."
"Fictitious?" Roland frowned. "What do you mean?"
"Literally." A mocking laugh came from the other end of the phone. "The Martialist Association investigated the volcanic ruins claimed by the author and found that it was swallowed by magma 200 years ago. It was an active volcano. Although it had never erupted, it had never completely subsided for tens of thousands of years. Unless he could predict the future, or live for two centuries, and was not afraid of high temperature and thick smoke. "
Garcia's answer surprised him. After a long pause, he asked, "So... the content in the book was all made up by him?"
"I don't know if it's true or not. I've never been interested in archaeology. Master also said that if he hadn't worn the clothes of a martialist and died in the Association's library, this book wouldn't have been included. "
"But the Association didn't know his identity..."
"That's why the author is more famous than the book. This is also an unsolved mystery of the Association. But don't think that you can figure it out by yourself. I heard from my master that the higher-ups searched the entire Archives for this matter, but in the end, they still didn't find anything, "Garcia replied." Anyway, that's all about the rumors about this book. Are you done? I'm going to hang up. "
"No, wait..." Roland said hurriedly. "After you got this book... did you read it again?"
He wanted to ask about the note directly, but he changed his mind in the end.
"I flipped through it on the way back. What's wrong?"
"No, nothing... I just wanted to ask."
"Click." The phone was hung up. Obviously, this teasing question had pushed Garcia's patience to the limit.
Separated by two walls, he could hear the sound of 0827 closing the door.
Roland couldn't help but sigh softly. If he didn't get straight to the point, such a question would only add to his disgust.
First of all, "Raison d 'Être" was only half written, and the red note was likely to be stuck in the last few blank pages. Even if one read through it, there was no guarantee that one would notice it.
Secondly, he had taken the bus back from the association. It was easy to imagine how serious he was when he flipped through the books casually to kill time.
No matter how she answered, it was impossible to tell that she had seen the note.
No — definitely not.
According to Garcia's character, if she had seen it before, she would definitely not be indifferent.
From the looks of it, these two messages were either a prank or some kind of message.
At this moment, Roland could not help but think that he would rather it was a prank.
The latter possibility was too … inconceivable.
Who is this note for? Did he arrange to meet with anyone who discovered him, or did he have a specific target?
Rationally speaking, he was more inclined to the latter — this book was not top-secret information. Most martialists had borrowed it because of its fame, so it was not surprising that one person did not discover it, but it was incredible that so many people did not discover it. Therefore, it was very likely that the note was not in the book from the beginning, but had been put in recently.
But it was this kind of rationality that made his hair stand on end.
What did this mean?
It meant that someone in the Dream World, the illusion that he had created, had noticed his difference. It was as if someone in the dream suddenly turned around and gave him a ferocious smile.
Roland patted his cheeks and suppressed the chill in his heart. "There's nothing to be afraid of," he silently said to himself. Not to mention that these were just speculations, even if they were true, as long as he left this world, the time of the whole world would stop. Who could threaten him then?
Moreover, the message on the note said that it was waiting for contact instead of coming to him, which might explain something.
As for the location of the Rose Café and the appearance of the Divine Will, he would leave it to the Taquila witches to find out.
He did not forget that he still had things to do next.
He looked up at the clock on the wall to confirm the time, took out the key that he had prepared in the bedroom, closed the door, and went downstairs.
In order to explore the memory fragments of the tube-shaped apartment, Roland had done a lot of preparation work since the arrival of the Taquila witches. For example, he made a replica of the key to each door and bought a tool to open the door by force from the Internet. After all, only he could see the "non-existent" Door of Memory, and if he really encountered a locked door, he would have to roll up his sleeves and open it himself.
If it were not for the expedition to Graycastle, this part of the exploration would have been completed a long time ago.
Roland went down to the fifth floor and quickly found room 0510.
At this time, most people were taking an afternoon nap. The autumn sun shone lazily, and the entire corridor seemed quiet and serene, in stark contrast to the heavy traffic on the other side of the street.
He inserted the key into the lock and turned it gently.
The door opened at the sound of his voice.
A strange fragrance suddenly rushed into his nose, and he could not help but hold his breath.
Although the Dream World reserved a place for the demons, it did not modify some details, such as body odor. In order to cover up his own smell, he had to use a lot of perfume.
Roland thoroughly searched the room in two minutes. After confirming that there was no one, he locked the door, took out the hydraulic shears from his backpack, and went straight to the utility room at the end of the corridor.
This iron door was one of the few locked doors.
It turned out that although the thing connected to the door was extremely mysterious, the door lock did not show the slightest extraordinary in the face of the Holy Sword of Physics. A few seconds later, the lock quietly broke into two pieces.
He swallowed and pushed the heavy door open.
Then, Roland was completely attracted by the scene in front of him.
He seemed to be standing on a bottomless cliff. The top of the cliff was circular, and it was at least more than ten kilometers long. He could not see the other side at a glance. This strange terrain surrounded an extremely magnificent mountain lake, but what flowed in the lake was not spring water, but dazzling red mist!
The difference between the surface of the mist and the top of the mountain was hundreds of meters. Looking down, it was like a sparkling red crystal, so dense that it was almost tangible. If it were not for the occasional mist rushing up from the bottom and straight up with the wind to form a "mist pillar" that stood in the sky, it would be difficult for him to connect it with the dirty and dark "bloody mist" in his memory.
When the mist pillars that were much thicker than castles and as bright as molten steel appeared one after another, Roland even felt like he was standing on the surface of the sun, enjoying the magnificent scene of a coronal flare. However, it did not emit an unbearably high temperature. As the height increased, the color of the mist would quickly dim, and finally spread into the air, forming a red mist layer that covered the sky.
And this was not all he saw.
Around the circular cliff, there were towering black stone buildings everywhere. Most of them were tower-shaped, and only the details were different. Because the sun was blocked by the red mist, the whole world seemed particularly dim. Only when there were multiple eruptions at the bottom of the Red Mist Lake would these black towers faintly reflect a trace of light.
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