Mystery: The Star Key

After reciting the honorable name in Chinese, layers of mist suddenly appeared in front of Ignatius' eyes, and there seemed to be some voice whispering in his ear.

He couldn't hear what the voice was saying.

However, at this moment, Igna felt as if a steel needle had been stabbed into his head, starting from the temple, dense and pervasive. It's like turning his brain upside down.

Ignatius has never suffered such crushing pain.

It was so painful that Igna wanted to yell, but something seemed to be choking him. There was some obstruction in his neck, making him speechless and unable to move.

Just when Igna felt that he was about to drown in this fog, the pain he felt suddenly disappeared.

In the blink of an eye, there was no trace, not even the impression of the sore spot.

In front of Ignatius, an endless corridor appeared at an unknown time.

"This... where is this?" Igna looked around subconsciously.

The floor of the corridor is paved with beautiful off-white marble, which is very modern, but the lamps and ceilings used for lighting at the top have the style of the upper class of the Loen Kingdom.

Although the decoration on this corridor combines two very different styles, there is nothing that makes Ignat feel incongruous.

On the contrary, Igna felt that the decorations of this corridor complemented each other, were self-contained, harmonious and blended with each other.

In addition, Ignatius also found oil paintings hanging on both sides of this corridor.

Oil painting mainly focuses on figure painting, there are single people and groups.

There are civil servants who are a little old-fashioned but high-spirited, there is a police officer with a slightly taller hairline and eyes like lake water, there is a gentleman with a black mole under his right ear, and there is a gentleman who acts like an old urchin. There are occultists with expressions, there are handsome young people with poetic temperament, there are children who eat five ice cream **** at the same time, there are tall but young and sunny teenagers, there are navigators with thick hair like seaweed and a strong body, and there are reserved and dull people. Doctors, there are also poor people who are stooped but have a happy expression...

There are young and lovely girls with black hair and black pupils, there are blond aristocrats with delicate looks like an elf, there are beautiful girls who wear palace soft hats as beautiful as puppets, there are also female pirates with a restrained and deep temperament, and there are magician robes that seem to hide in their eyes. There are ladies with stars, there are writers with a fashionable soft hat and a lazy expression, and there are girls who are obviously cute but pretend to be serious...

Although all the paintings in front of him are oil paintings, even a layman like Igna can see the emotions that the painter poured into these paintings.

Because, these people in the painting have agile expressions, as if they can come out of the picture with a breath.

"This... I, have I succeeded?"

Ignat looked around and muttered in confusion.

Under the circumstance that his previous prayers had failed, he had no idea that he would succeed.

But why did he come here?

And, where is this place?

Ignatius once imagined what it would look like after success.

Obtaining divine revelation, obtaining gifts, being marked, being sacrificed, and even losing control... are all within the scope of his original conjecture.

But the scene in front of him, he never imagined.

Although the architectural style of this place appeals to Igna, and Ignatius admires and loves it, but, apart from the magical power that brought him here from the hotel room in an instant, this place does not seem to be related to the gods. place.

It's not sacred at all, it's not glorious at all, and it doesn't want people to worship at all.

On the contrary, it is very daily.

And, extremely... lonely.

There are no human figures here, only paintings that are meticulously preserved and traced.

Ignatius strolled in this section of the corridor and took in all the pictures in the oil painting.

In addition to the figure paintings, there are also some scene paintings. A reception room full of chats and laughter, teachers and students who teach with each other, training of apprentice knights, gatherings for dinner and drinks, colleagues who gather to play quint cards...

"...Where exactly is this place?"

At first, Igna was still thinking about this question, but later, he was tired of walking, and he had no brain to think about it.

However, the paintings on the long corridor in front of him gradually began to repeat.

"...This isn't a Hobius ring, is it?" Igna grimaced.

"Just because I chanted the honorable name of the **** in Chinese, I will be punished by him for walking in the endless corridor and breaking my leg?"

"Should I find a place to sit down? It's impossible to go on like this..."

Just when Igna thought so, the scene in front of him suddenly changed.

He actually entered a living room like this.

"…"

Igna's mouth widened.

"Is it still possible?"

Ignat, who subconsciously looked at his surroundings, was taken aback by this living room again.

Actually, Ignatius wondered if he could call this a living room.

The whole here is what the living room looks like, with modern sofas and modern movie screens.

However, behind the huge movie screen is not a wall, but a starry sky.

The dark blue background is like night, but it is illuminated by countless stars. Every moment, Igna can see the stars blinking, and they emit a pure and tranquil light.

Among these stars, five were particularly bright, and eight were glowing crimson.

Together, they form a peaceful and vibrant scene.

And in the middle of this starry sky, there is a huge screen.

There was a movie Ignatius had never seen before.

A young man with black hair and black eyes, holding a cane, wearing a half-height silk top hat, and wearing a slightly cheap double-breasted formal suit, knocked on the door of a security company.