Silent Crown Chapter 277: The pigeon is so big!

　　 In the dark basement, a robin in a red sacrificial suit walked into it, with cold eyes under the hood.　Fastest chapter update

　　 In the pool, the thick plasma rolled, and the naked Naberis walked out of it, and his skin continued to decay and regenerate. After fading the original slightly old posture, he even regained his youth.

　　 no more injuries.

　　He stepped onto the stone slab and took two steps forward. Darkness wrapped him like a garment, turning into a black dress.

　　 "I still waited for a long time." He smiled and looked at the robin: "Is there anything I can't get out of?"

　　 "It has nothing to do with you."

　　 Robin glanced at him: "Didn’t I tell you, there’s no need, don’t you contact me?"

　　 "Actually, I don't want to look at your face either." Naberis sighed helplessly: "No way, there is something wrong with the ban on Elizabeth Tower."

　　 Robin frowned: "The enchantment was originally built by the Purple Branch School. With the core heritage, isn't Ingmar's ability even reverse cracking impossible?"

　　"Not ability..."

　　Nabelis shrugged and pointed to his head: "It's here."

　　 said, he opened the secret door and led the way ahead. At the end of the passage was another door. In front of the door, a rickety old woman was sitting on a chair, dozing in front of the dim light.

　　 Seeing them coming, he didn't say anything, just got up and walked away.

　　 "Did he take the medicine?" Naberis asked.

　　 The old woman nodded and pointed to the stench in the corner of the copper kettle: "I just finished eating, I'll be quiet after a while."

　　Naberis nodded in satisfaction, motioned to the robin not to make a sound, and then opened the door.

　　 Behind the door, the wide room was covered with drawings of various colors. Some drawings are full of notes and meticulous. Some drawings have scribbled cracking ideas, and some drawings show the process of alchemy rituals.

　　 And more drawings... are full of strange graffiti that is completely incomprehensible. It looked like all kinds of people died tragically—it could be vaguely distinguished that a one-armed man was pierced by a thousand arrows, and a big-headed baby's hair was painted white. Five horses are divided, and there is a blond man who was split into pieces...

　　 is in that pile of drawings. A gray-haired man knelt on the ground, earnestly grabbing a crayon and smearing something on the white paper.

　　 The morbidly thin appearance and frantic eyes make my heart feel hairy.

　　Nabelis stood beside him, bent down, and whispered:

　　 "Student Ingmar~Student Ingmar."

　　 The man who was originally named Ingmar still drew his head and turned a deaf ear. Naberis reached out and picked up the drawing: "What are you drawing? Let uncle see, OK? Come on, be good, let uncle have a look!"

　　 It took a lot of effort before he pulled out the torn paper from Ingmar's hand. Without the torn paper, Ingmar wouldn't move. Just sitting on the ground blankly, muttering something incomprehensible.

　　 Robin took the drawing, frowned and distinguished the scribbled handwriting on it, and raised his head after a long time:

　　 "Is this... a pigeon?"

　　 Hearing him say ‘pigeon’, Naberis’ expression suddenly changed, but the words had already been spoken, and there was no time to stop him. Ingmar on the ground convulsed like a sickness, screaming in shock, crawling all over the floor.

　　 In the end, he had nowhere to go but curled up in the corner. He tried hard to pick up the shredded paper on the ground to cover himself, whistling in his mouth, his eyes scared and blank.

　　"Pigeon Pigeon Pigeon..."

　　 He mumbled repeatedly. Suddenly he giggled and looked at Naberis with joy: "Why do you think the pigeon is so big?

　　 What a big pigeon... it's flying! "

　　No one paid attention to him, so he grabbed the waste paper on the ground and threw it into the air, cheering excitedly: "Flying! Flying! Pigeons flying!

　　 But why is the pigeon so big? "

　　"……"

　　 Robin looked at Naberis in silence, waiting for an explanation.

　　 "No way, the sequelae of broken heart sounds."

　　Nabelis sighed, "The blood pressure soared, and my brain was almost broken when I was rescued—even if I transformed into a black musician, I wouldn’t be able to save it. I didn’t expect that I would develop for the Holy Spirit for the first time in 60 years. Believer. It turned out to be a fool...hehe."

　　 They left the room and closed the door.

　　"Now I can't mention anything about the interpretation of ancient documents in front of him. Nor can I mention the Voynich manuscript. With luck, he sometimes stays awake all day long. With bad luck...it's hard to say. "

　　Nabelis sighed: "In this state, there is no way to interpret it."

　　 "We don't have time to drive him crazy."

　　 Robin said coldly, "Inject the'mandala' to increase the dose and use the formula of'dead flower potion'. Inject until he wakes up."

　　 "What should I do if I die?"

　　 Robin glanced at him, "As long as the results come out, is there any difference between his alive and his death for us?"

　　 "Well, leave it to me. Now few black musicians dare to say that pharmacy is better than me." Naberis nodded, and the conversation turned:

　　 "However, things about Holmes are a bit difficult. I'm a little worried. He hasn't appeared again recently. I'm afraid he is still planning something secretly."

　　"You just need to do what you should do." Robin said flatly, "Don't be passive, otherwise the Holy Spirit will be easy to trap you for another sixty years."

　　 "Don't say such horrible things, I'm already very scared." Nabelis sighed with disappointment: "I wanted to hear some words of encouragement from you. But what if I can't figure it out? "

　　 "I have my own way."

　　 Robin turned and left, his figure melted into the darkness.

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　　Three days later, on the dock in the afternoon, rotten vegetable leaves were left in the sewage of the sewer and discharged into the ocean.

　　 Amidst the smell of fish and cries, a cargo ship from afar landed, and the second officer Bonin commanded two sailors to move a heavy wooden box to the shore.

　　 "Finally here."

　　 During three days and nights, he was sailing day and night, and objects were continuously delivered into his hands along the way, until the wooden box was full when he arrived at Avalon.

　　 Those things are wrapped tightly in heavy greased paper, like steel. It is very curious.

　　 But Bonin is far from having the guts to open them up and see: After so many years of discussing life at sea, he has seen enough what the unruly guys are going to do. It's okay if it's other smuggled goods, but what the shaman wants. No one dared to move other thoughts.

　　 Everyone who dared to think is dead.

　　 Besides...Who knows what the hot thing is inside? Sometimes, just to have a look. It would be too stupid to lose one's life.

　　As a small smuggler, Bonin was suddenly choked with such a hot errand, and he felt uneasy. For a few days, he had no idea how many terrible conspiracies and evil plans had been filled in his mind.

　　 Along the way, I don’t have to worry about it. Now I finally arrived at Avalon. He only prayed that someone would take this thing away as soon as possible.

　　 just. Why is the contact person always missing? Could it be...

　　For some reason, he suddenly felt a little panicked. Obviously under the hot sunlight, he only felt a bit of cold entangled him.

　　 God bless, have you really been involved in something you shouldn’t touch?

　　 He swallowed the foam, looked at the people around him fearfully, and began to hesitate whether he should stay here anymore.

　　 "Bonin?" In his ear, a cold voice sounded.

　　 He was horrified, and turned around abruptly, but saw nothing. In the crowd, a vague figure looked at him from a distance.

　　 "Come and see me."

　　 said the voice. He looked up subconsciously, only to see a pair of indifferent eyes.

　　 Those pupils are jet black, but they have a sense of geology like colored glaze. Bottomless, as if there is an invisible vortex hidden-just looking at it makes people feel that they can't escape.

　　 When he came back to his senses, he was already standing in the noisy market.

　　In the corner of the market, in front of him, the boy was sitting on the steps, leaning against the corner wall, seeming to be basking in the sun.

　　 He squinted his eyes and hummed comfortably. The singing was vague and distant.

　　Beside him, the vendors shouted. Sailors occupies every docking place to carry goods, and people come and go. The sailor had started a fight with a grumpy rudeness, and there was a sound of cheering and cursing...

　　 But for some reason, no one noticed the figure of the young man beside him, as if he did not exist in this world.

　　 Then, what is there that exists here?

　　Wraith?

　　 Knowing you, Bonin’s back neck is exuded with fine cold sweat, and his two strands tremble.

　　 But the boy just threw a note into his arms and pointed to the open space in front of him. Like a pardon, he dropped the box and fled without looking back.

　　 He turned his head back with lingering fear and looked at the crowd: from beginning to end, the boy had never opened his eyes, as if sleeping soundly in the afternoon sun.

　　 He withdrew his gaze, did not dare to look any more, and fled to the pier-no matter what, this **** job was finally over.

　　 After a long time, the boy finally woke up from his sleep.

　　 He rubbed his face and got up from the ground, with a sad look on his face: "Why fell asleep again? I knew I didn't play cards all night, and I lost so many, hey... I hope my aunt will not be angry."

　　 He muttered in a low voice, and ran into the bakery next to him, and soon there was an angry rant from the shop. The boy nodded and hugged the freshly baked bread to the hotel across the street.

　　 And that box, I don’t know when the workers who moved the vegetables dropped it into the carriage~IndoMTL.com~The carriage rushed along the street, stopping in front of a restaurant, putting down fresh vegetables, meat, and seafood. . The wooden boxes mixed in were carried off the carriage by the helpers and distributed to the entrance of a restaurant opened by Tianzhu immigrants. The man in the big headscarf was smoking a hookah and instructed the children to move things into the kitchen.

　　"Boss, isn't there another box?" A child worker asked suspiciously.

　　 "Where is there a box?" The boss glanced at him: "We order so many dishes every day. How can those Angelu miseres give me one more box? Don't give you so much less than a dozen pounds. It’s already pretty good."

　　 The child looked at the original direction in confusion, the wooden box lying there has disappeared...

　　 That's it, the wooden box was shipped around Avalon by accident all afternoon. Until the end, it was thrown into the mail car as an ordinary parcel and sent to the college.

　　"Three hours and twenty minutes."

　　 In the coffee shop opposite the school, in the open-air cafe, Ye Qingxuan stopped the timing of his pocket watch, "Although it has already been calculated, there is still a ten-minute error.

　　There is still room for improvement..."

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　　 New Year’s Eve will be in a few hours, I wish you all a Happy New Year, and please continue to take care of you in the new year.

　　 And, I have been really busy recently, so I asked for a day off during the Chinese New Year~ (To be continued.)>