Lord of the Silver Crow

In this world, although the original Diago also knew that there were ironclad ships and ironclad merchant ships, he had not seen them with his own eyes.

The dirty and smelly gray crystal river, although the river is not narrow, but it is not wide, and the river is probably not deep.

These iron-clad ships are basically very large, and they will not sail into the Grey Crystal River, and it is even more unlikely that they will be anchored in the river port of Di Lud City.

He didn't know how many black technologies the ironclad ships in this world had, and he didn't express any opinions.

However, he didn't say anything more. After sighing, he turned his head and looked at a booth near the inside, stuffed shredded tobacco and mint leaves into his dark brown meerschaum pipe, and said with a slightly erratic voice. :

"Compared to those, let's look for clues first, here."

The owner of the pavilion, Kolenk, walked to a stand and stopped.

Yago and Paulin followed the old pavilion owner to the booth.

The base is similar to other booths, a wooden base with a glass box on it.

However, the glass box was already empty.

With a pipe in his mouth, the owner of the old pavilion took a step forward, stepped on the white line drawn by the police around the booth, took out a pair of white gloves from his pocket and put it on, then carefully pushed out the glass plate on the side, and moved the glass plate. Place it against the ground.

After taking off his gloves, grabbing the pipe back with his right hand, and taking a deep breath, he described the situation:

"When we discovered the theft, it was during the day. In the morning, as soon as I heard the news, I rushed over. The glass showcase was not opened."

After breathing out a puff of smoke, the old museum owner continued:

"Obviously, after the prisoner took away the contents of the glass showcase, he must have closed the glass showcase quite calmly. Therefore, the time to sneak in should be at night!"

His determined tone made Yago feel a little speechless.

Is there a necessary connection between these?

"Mr. Kolenk, who was the first person to discover the scene and when was it?" Yago did not follow his words, but started the investigation from the beginning.

To determine the time of the crime, it is natural to confirm the first discoverer at the scene to determine the upper limit of the time.

Although Yago is not a qualified detective, he has played many times in various games. The general process is still clear.

Hearing this, the owner of the old museum turned his head and looked at the gate of this exhibition hall. The young man dressed in security guards shouted loudly:

"Habaq! Are you the first to discover the scene!?"

The security guard of the exhibition hall called Habak rushed over, and after the old hall owner asked again, he replied:

"Yes, I was the first to discover the scene."

"What time is it?" Yago asked.

"It's about seven o'clock in the morning, and I rushed to the museum immediately after I got up to wash."

The security Habak responded quickly.

It's hard work at seven in the morning.

He glanced at Bao Lin, who was leaning toward the open glass showcase, and he couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"When are you off work? Is there a night security replacement?"

After getting the first answer, Yago came to ask three times.

Upon hearing the question, the security guard Habak glanced at the old museum owner next to him subconsciously before answering the question:

"I got off work at 6 in the afternoon. There used to be a replacement night security guard, but now there is no one!"

"original?"

Following his gaze, Yago looked at the curator of the museum, Kolenk.

"The original night security?"

The old museum owner stared:

"That **** thief has been sent to a suburban jail by me!"

Thief?

Has there been a scene of self-stealing by guards?

"In other words, no one is on duty at night?"

He questioned the owner of the old museum, but the upward perspective was to pay attention to the security guard Habak.

"So, from six in the afternoon to seven in the morning, no one is on duty in the museum, right?"

Bao Lin on one side came over and said.

"should be!"

Although the owner of the old museum is the owner of the museum, he probably doesn't know what happened at night in terms of words.

Didn't you live nearby?

"Mr. Colenk, where do you live? Do you usually stay in the museum?" Yago asked.

"Also on Firebird Road."

The old museum owner didn't give much description, just said briefly, and then said:

"I usually stay in the museum and study various historical relics."

He pointed to the large bookshelf:

"A large part of those books are related to archaeology and art. If a visitor does not understand the relevant history, he can find it directly from the book next to it."

"...What a unique design..."

Yago really saw this setting for the first time and put the reference materials directly in the exhibition hall.

He turned his body symbolically to look at the surrounding bookshelves:

"Aren't those books cultural relics?"

"That part is." He raised his pipe and pointed to the book wall cabinet sewn to the opposite side of the door.

"Others, most of them are copied copies."

The old curator raised his black and white brows: "I don't believe they can have any self-control. I don't want to get dirty, and they can't afford it."

It is a common occurrence for tourists to use their hands and feet to damage cultural relics deliberately.

Yago nodded in agreement, did not continue to expand, but asked the topic:

"Then were you at the museum yesterday? What time did you leave here?"

"I'm here."

The owner of the old pavilion nodded, then walked to the left side of the exhibition hall, and stopped next to the display cabinet with the sign of "Dela Empire" in an enlarged font size on a sign:

"I've been studying this buddy who just sent me yesterday."

Yago leaned closer.

The things in the showcase are bone objects.

Like a flute, there are several round openings in the upper row.

"This is an ancient cultural relic found in the colony of Delaware, which is the eastern continent."

The old museum owner habitually introduced:

"The Dera Empire is an ancient empire in the Eastern Continent."

He took a mouthful of cigarettes and removed his pipe, as the smoke screen pouring from his mouth, the voice continued to sound:

"This thing, according to reports, should be a ritual tool for sacrifices, used to worship gods and pray for avoiding natural disasters."

"Their myth is quite exaggerated."

Having said that, he smiled:

"They think the world has been destroyed four times and reborn four times."

what? This familiar setting is...

Hearing the first sentence, Yago thought of a well-known myth in his last life.

"In their mythology, the sky and the earth were originally connected together as a cloud of mist-like chaos. After that, a huge eye appeared, drawing a chasm, separating the mist, the heaven and the earth, the original The inhabitants call it the'primitive god'."

"But the sky is falling, and the ground is rising. In order to keep the sky and the earth separated, the original **** created nine obelisks to support the sky and the ground."

"The original **** was too tired and fell into a deep sleep."

"When the eyes of the original **** are opened again, disasters will occur in the world, and when the eyes of the original **** are closed, the world will calm down..."

"..." Dare to mix a few more?

Listening to the myth narrated by the owner of the museum, Kolenk, Yago's heart was full.

In just a few words, he heard a mixture of six myths in the previous life.