Conan's grammatical investigator

Chapter 410 Impulsive Punishment

It's just that he didn't take care of it at a glance, and the wooden Xiaobu mask in Qin Zhibo's arms just now turned into a platinum mask.

The original rough and austere mask also has some more details, such as pointy ears and chins, and dozens of tentacled appendages hanging from the eyebrows, like sea anemones.

A minute later, Mr. Clock was still holding the mask in both hands, deeply moved.

"Mr. Qin, you really surprised me."

"Whatever it costs, this mask is all I need so please state your price!"

"Whether it's strong limbs, a smart brain, or even immortality! I can fulfill your wish!"

"Say it. Buzz—"

Mr. Clock hugged the mask into his arms, and his voice became less and less human-like, and even finally exposed the essence of its voice—a kind of insect chirping.

Qin Zhibo could tell that even if he refused to hand over the mask to it, it might be difficult to get it back.

"Is this mask important to you?" Qin Zhibo narrowed his eyes and asked calmly.

"Yes." Mr. Clock nodded tremblingly. "This is the mask of Jus Tragon. Our race has been looking for it for nearly two hundred years."

"Us Tragon is an important technology created by us using dark technology, and it is an important prop to hold a sacrificial ceremony to Us Tragon."

"Jus Tragon?" Qin Zhibo asked suspiciously.

Mr. Clock's eyes were empty, as if he had lost his soul, but his mouth was still speaking between opening and closing.

"Yus Tragon comes from the planet Yuggos, which is what you humans call Pluto. He is the avatar of the One Who Turns All Things into One, and the only supreme god on the planet Yuggos."

"He came to the earth in the ancient times of you humans, so our race also came with him."

"On Earth, we fought against the evil race that ruled the Earth at the time, and won in the end, transforming the Earth into our colony. However, after evaluation, the Earth was no longer suitable for large-scale racial activities, so we switched to underground."

"With the migration of the race, there are also great technologies in some races, including this Juus Tragon's mask."

"It was stolen from us by a vile magician two hundred years ago."

"Sixty years ago in Berlin, Germany, the mask of Juus Tragon appeared for a while, but disappeared soon after."

"Now, this treasure is finally returned to its original owner"

Before getting Qin Zhibo's consent, Mr. Clock had already tacitly obtained the ownership of the mask in his words.

Qin Zhibo felt a little surprised.

What surprised me was not Mr. Clock's self-righteous idea, but Mr. Clock's description was completely different from the information he had.

I obtained the task by reading "The King in Yellow", and the "Pale Mask" is also a prop closely related to the King in Yellow.

When it came to Mr. Clock, the "Pale Mask" became the "Masque of Jus Tragon", and this transformation was in a physical sense.

In order to clarify this doubt, Qin Zhibo continued to ask: "Do you know the king in yellow?"

"Om~"

Mr. Clock paused, and replied without any ups and downs: "Yes, I know."

"During our race's long colonization of the universe, we have seen countless supreme gods on many planets."

"According to your human words, we know how to do as the Romans do."

Mr. Clock shook his head from side to side at an angle that humans cannot reach, and continued: "Our race is very flexible. As long as we come to a new planet, we will believe in the supreme god of that planet."

"The king in yellow is Adibalam, the supreme god who rules Aldebaran. We once worshiped him as a god, and devoutly followed his will and served his royal city and people."

"But the desire of the king in yellow cannot be satisfied, what he wants is absolute and only loyalty, and he uses us"

"And we betrayed Him."

Mr. Clock's voice was intermittent, until it was slowed down several times, and the human voice, which was no different from the sound of an insect, completely disappeared in Qin Zhibo's ears.

Qin Zhibo's right hand was trembling slightly, and an inexplicable restlessness was born in his heart.

Suddenly, Qin Zhibo grabbed the pen on the table, leaned forward, and thrust the pen tip into Mr. Clock's head!

White blood gushed out like a brain burst, and this disgusting and viscous liquid splashed on the desk, the manuscript, and his face.
Although it is Mr. Clock inside, it is indeed a human skin.

While in a trance, Qin Zhibo's brain felt intermittent tremors.

Mr Qin, please
don't play
my pen
Qin Zhibo came back to his senses in shock, and saw that Mr. Clock was standing right across the desk, and he was holding his used pen in his hand, and put the nib of the pen on the mahogany desktop.

Under Qin Zhibo's force, the steel nib was bent like two frost-beaten leaves, and the ink splashed on the table.

"Sorry, I was just distracted"

Qin Zhibo quickly put the pen back on the table, and Mr. Clock took the broken pen in his hand and observed it.

"In my judgment, the nib mechanism of this pen is replaceable."

"If it's not too much trouble, could you please help me buy a nib to go with this pen?"

"My palms are used to the thickness of this pen."

Facing Mr. Clock's reasonable request, Qin Zhibo replied with a guilty conscience: "No problem, just leave it to me."

Qin Zhibo pretended to be calm and sat back on the chair, while thinking about what happened just now.

What happened to the impulse and illusion in the brain just now?

When I met Mr. Clock face to face for the first time, I seemed to have the same impulse in my heart, wanting to kill him urgently.

This feeling is like seeing a cockroach and the first thought in the brain is to kill it.

But besides that, Qin Zhibo also noticed another thing.

That is, although Mr. Clock can perceive his own existence through some kind of telepathy, which makes invisibility invalid for it, and can even transmit intermittent information to his brain like just now, but it cannot really be like Master your thoughts like you can read minds.

Otherwise, with the picture that appeared in his mind just now, it is absolutely impossible for Mr. Clock to sit across from him so calmly, stroking that pair of platinum masks.

Qin Zhibo silently remembered this in his heart.

"Mr. Clock, this mask is yours, but I have one condition."

"I would like to hear the details." Mr. Clock said flatly.

"I don't want immortality or anything, I just want you to take me and another person to 'Enkai'."

At the same time, Koizumi Hongzi, who was far away in the Witch's House, was watching the picture in the crystal ball, her exquisite face slightly stunned.

(End of this chapter)