Gudu--

Martin drank the cold mutton soup all the time, and suddenly became a little hesitant when he looked at the newspaper this week.

He felt as if he was forced to watch spam advertisements, and had to find useful information from the advertisements, and then wrote a summary of five thousand words.

It's so difficult!

After drinking the mutton soup and washing the dishes, Martin decided...

Change your thinking!

In order to convey information, this kind of message must be different from ordinary recruitment information, and it should have a specific word or a specific sentence structure.

However, the recruitment information is very short, so in order to look normal, it should be a specific person or place name.

Otherwise, you have to search one by one every time. The efficiency is too low and the process is too painful.

So, Martin began to recall such words.

Fortunately, both ritualists and programmers have good memories, so this kind of thing is not too difficult.

However, when the night became deeper, Martin couldn't remember any words that were special.

When he woke up the next morning, he stood by the window and looked at the towering bell tower in the distance. A place name suddenly popped out of his mind.

No. 56 Venar Street!

The Chronological Temple is located in the center of the city, with various patterns carved on the towering bell tower.

Every three hours, the bells at the top of the bell tower will ring, and this sound can be heard in most cities.

Many laborers in ports do not have the financial resources to buy pocket watches, and the bell is the ringtone for them to and from get off work.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the bell rang three times and started working.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, the bell rang six times and I went home from get off work.

Although they are nine to six in the morning, their work is not easy.

When I get off work, I am often exhausted and have all my energy drained by heavy labor.

Most of the employees in the city have a lot of comfort, and they get off work at 3:00 in the afternoon, which is the object of absolute envy of these workers.

The Bell Tower is the tallest building in the city and is also a branch of the Time-Sequence Temple.

The street it is located in is Venal Street.

As for No. 56, it is a coffee shop next to the temple.

As this address emerged from Martin's mind, it seemed like a chain reaction, more memories emerged quickly.

Silver Shield Tavern, Miss Doer, Gordon Inn, Mr. Oqui, Pigeon Restaurant!

There are five code names in total.

All those hidden behind these code names are ritualists.

If there are really job seekers looking for a job according to their location, they will naturally waste their efforts and end up getting nothing.

However, in this case, they only suspect that the newspaper information was published incorrectly and considered themselves unlucky.

After all, this kind of thing is not uncommon, and no one goes too far to pursue it.

Once these code names appear in Faralin's weekly report, the five people will know that the information is encrypted.

Silver Shield Tavern, the code name of Martin, was taken from his family name.

With this clue, Martin searched for the newspaper again.

really!

In this week's job information, Martin found a code name.

[House for rent, No. 56, Venar Street, a two-story single-family building with good lighting. Interested people contact Miss Duoer.]

This rental information was transformed into what it actually means in Martin's mind:

[A ceremony information is placed in the coffee shop at 56 Venar Street. Miss Duoer stays.]

The information of the ceremony is very complicated, especially various special materials, which cannot be fully expressed through the short two lines of words in the newspaper.

Moreover, the special requirements for the materials are even more bizarre. Once written in the recruitment information, it is easy to attract the attention of interested people.

Therefore, once the information is complex, other more insurable channels are needed to deliver it.

It's ridiculous to say that as the temple that wild ritualists don't want to face the least, it has become a reliable force.

This seems to be in line with the old saying that the most dangerous places are the safest.

No. 56 Venar Street, this coffee shop next to the temple, has become the best place.

However, they still did not meet each other and conveyed information through secret notes left in the coffee shop.

Martin stood in front of the window, looked at the bell tower in the distance, hesitated for a while, and planned to go to the coffee shop again in a few days.

Today is Friday, if the card is not eliminated, the curse should have exploded today...

In the morning, Martin drank the last bit of mutton soup and his body became much warmer.

As the ocean currents calmed, the temperature had begun to drop.

Adding a piece of clothing to the coat, Martin was about to go out to the library.

Just as he left the bedroom, a chill came!

Martin's body suddenly froze!

Whispers rang in my ears.

Wailing, screaming, crying, laughing wildly...

Various voices of negative emotions were constantly intertwined in his mind.

The cold touch from the soul seemed to freeze his thinking!

And his body was like a stuck part.

He felt something was entangling his soul!

curse!

Damn it, that curse!

Martin quickly reacted.

Why?

Haven't you destroyed the card?

This deadly curse is still there!

Martin's thinking became slower and slower, as if his soul was being frozen.

This feeling is not unfamiliar. When he first came here, he felt it in the original owner's experience of death.

Are you going to die...

Martin was full of reluctance, but could not do anything.

At this moment, an abnormal fluctuation emanated from his chest.

In his invisible pocket, the quill turned into a dark blue color, and one of the symbols was enlarged and was beating on the surface of the feathers.

The scene in front of Martin became a little illusory at some time, as if it was covered by a layer of gauze.

The coldness wrapped around the depths of the soul disappeared without realizing it. Martin suddenly realized that his body had returned to normal!

After rubbing his arms, Martin looked around again. Things in the room, including the room itself, were dyed with strange colors!

It was like when I was a child, I was blowing bubbles, and the streaming light on the film of the bubbles was colorful and still flowing continuously.

Even the light in the air becomes colorful, like floating ribbons, and slight fluctuations.

Martin subconsciously reached out and touched it, and the color circled over his palm. The flowing brilliance made Martin think of Van Gogh's famous painting - "Star Moon Night"

What's going on?

Could it be...a illusion of dying?

Martin's thoughts arose...

It really emerged!

A black bold question mark appeared on Martin's head.

Martin noticed the abnormality on his head and felt even more confused. The question mark became thicker and bigger!

Then, the question mark turned into an exclamation mark expressing surprise.

Can your own thinking be revealed and affect reality?

No, this is definitely not reality!

What is this place?
To be continued...