The Uncanny: The Knowledgeable Returns From Warhammer

Chapter 13 The True Past

"And there are too many witnesses to this incident, so you need to realize the seriousness of the problem and cooperate with our investigation!"

"Maybe you should ask Mister Pichai, it would be even better if you can find that statue!" A cheerful smile suddenly appeared on Ivan's face, and the haze that had been brought to him by the dream began to slowly fade away. dissipate.

Through the other party's explanation, he has roughly restored the appearance of that dream.

That was the containment operation, which was never really carried out from the beginning to the end. From the very beginning, he was subjected to repeated interrogation in the interrogation room until he opened the deep dream and followed the Fifth Special Operations Team of Tingen City in the dream, or the mechanical The Heart Squad takes action.

And because of the influence of the "Weeping Angel" statue, the members of the team killed each other. Dick, who led the team, was attacked by Mister Pichai, the mastermind behind the scenes.

In the end, the situation completely out of control gave him the opportunity to get close to the statue, but the statue that tried to resurrect saw the Emperor in his memory, and was wiped out under the glory of the Emperor.

And all of this pulled many people into dreams by unknown forces, and turned them into memories in the minds of participants and witnesses in the containment operation, resulting in the social death of some people.

As we all know, there are actually three types of death for a person:
First, biological death at the physical level.

Second, social death at the spiritual level; that is, the people the deceased knew knew the news of his death, and psychologically believed that the other party was indeed dead.

Third, it completely disappeared in the long river of time; all photos, texts, and images about him were all erased by time, all people who knew him died rationally, all memories about him no longer existed, and no one remembered that there was ever Such a person has existed and lived in this world!

In the end, ashes to ashes, dust to dust...

However, an unknown force disrupted the order of the three, forcibly overwriting the memory directly from the second one, creating the illusion that the three became tigers.

"This unknown force should have the statue of an angel who is still alive, the weird machine in the interrogation room, and... me!"

Thinking of this, Ai Wen's eyes suddenly froze, and the image of a crying angel appeared in his mind.

The marble-like white body, the scale-like smooth feathers on the wings, and the clear teardrops flowing down from the eyes as pale as the skin tone, are all detailed and real.

Although he can be sure that the statue of the angel has been completely shattered under the light of the emperor, even if it is just a dream.

But don't forget, the other party can communicate through vision and memory, that is to say, as long as he recreates a statue according to the appearance in memory, the "weeping angel" will reappear in this world.

"This thing is really a weird and troublesome thing, even I could be tricked at the beginning!" Ai Wen sighed helplessly in the bottom of his heart.

Turning his gaze again, Ikanser on the opposite side of the bed said, "Before that, maybe you can listen to my guess."

"You can say whatever you want!"

Seeing that the other party nodded in agreement, he adjusted his mood, and he began to recount his previous guess.

It’s just that the matter of the emperor’s apparition was still not mentioned, and the power to rewrite cognition was pushed to the statue of the “Weeping Angel” and Mister Pichai without any seriousness.

After Aiwen finished the guide dry-mouthed, Ikanser nodded thoughtfully and said:

"Next, I will make some judgments on the questions you answered before, please don't panic."

After finishing speaking, he put his finger on the mirror surface of the simple silver mirror and began to sand it repeatedly, until three times later, in front of the puzzled Aiwen, he said:
"Dear Arrods, my question is whether Evan Stimson has cheated or concealed in the conversation just now."

"Mirror-shaped polygraph?"

Hearing the other party's question, Ai Wen raised his brows, and his heart couldn't help beating.

After all, he deliberately concealed the emperor's affairs in the narration just now.

And following Ikanser, he asked his own question to the mirror.

Leaning slightly, the light in the lounge suddenly became dim, and the darkness gradually rose in the small space. The gas lamp on the wall, like a malfunctioning light bulb in a horror movie, began to flicker violently.

Under the sudden abnormal phenomenon, two large blood-red characters slowly appeared on the ancient silver mirror placed on Ikanser's knee:
"no!"

"Huh? It's interesting! Is this thing inaccurate, or did you deliberately conceal it?" Ivan looked curiously at the handwriting that appeared on the mirror.

He turned his gaze to Ikanser, who suddenly seemed a little nervous.

After that, before Ikanser could calm down, the old handwriting began to dissipate rapidly, and a line of scarlet phrases that were even more distorted resurfaced on the mirror:
"According to the principle of reciprocity, it's my turn to ask questions. If you lie or fail to answer, you will accept the task I arrange, or I will punish you."

"My question is, your boyfriend likes you, what color panties do you wear?"

The handwriting on the mirror slowly froze, and Aiwen became dazed, and when he saw Ikanser's big, angular face, he suddenly flushed.

He pursed his lips slightly, as if he didn't dare to look up at all, and it took him a long time to squeeze out two words as softly as a mosquito:

"Pink...pink!"

"Not loud enough for me to hear clearly, Mr. Ikanser Bernard!"

The handwriting on the mirror quickly disappeared and reappeared, as if to completely destroy the last trace of restraint of the other party.

"Pink, pink!"

As if being stimulated by some kind of stimulation, Ikanser suddenly roared loudly, his face turned into a pig's liver, and his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.

This made Ivan, who was sitting blankly on the opposite bed, feel that the dignity of the other party was shattered, especially in front of a stranger.

"He's really... a guy with a bad personality!" Ivan murmured silently.

After a while, he noticed that Ikanser suddenly took a deep breath, quickly adjusted his mentality, and then said in a trembling tone:
"Dear Arrods, my... second question is about the true process of the extraordinary incident at Tingen City Institute of Technology."

As soon as the voice fell, the light that had just returned to normal became dim again. With the gradual darkness, the surface of the silver mirror began to sparkle, and like an old TV set with a bad signal, some fragmented images flashed :

A figure in a gray robe was standing in front of a collapsed ruin and was fiddling with the astrolabe in his hand. He seemed to sense that something was watching from the dark and turned his head sideways, revealing that he was wearing a felt hat and had two cheeks. Blurred face with high side cheekbones.

"Mister Pichai!"

Almost at the same time, the two guessed the identity of the figure in the picture, but Aiwen passed the dream, while Ikanser passed the portrait provided by the Mechanic Heart Squad in Tingen City.

Then the picture in the silver mirror suddenly shattered, revealing another scene:
A figure suspected to be Mister Pichai walked out of the gate with the signboard of Tingen City Technical College, found a gangster mouse, whispered to him for a while, and took out a few gold pounds from his pocket...

Then the screen turned, and Ai Wen saw that "I" was standing at the entrance of the artificially excavated ruins with dozens of students who were also young after being in contact with the gang rats, dancing around a small pile of ancient relics. The center of the pile of items was impressively placed, with a small copper knife standing in the middle, and a rusty box all over the body.

The screen jumped again, it was a chaotic school auditorium, "Ewen Stimson" was soaked in blood, holding a broken copper knife, getting rid of several scale-like feathers on the body surface After forcibly rushing out of the auditorium gate, he stumbled all the way to Shu, a policeman from the North District of Tingen City.

At the end of the screen, the suspected figure of Mister Pichai reappeared, took off the remaining half of the blade on the box, took out a brand new dagger and inserted it.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a scroll filled with densely packed mysterious symbols from his bosom, and with the sudden rising flames, dozens of alienated corpses on the ground were burned to ashes.

Then he picked up the box, turned around and walked out of the auditorium, disappearing into the night...

(End of this chapter)