Mystery: The Lamp God’s Path To Freedom

Pulitzer Harbor.

On the corner of the main street, quite far from the port, there is a bookstore.

This is an old store with old decoration. From the appearance, it is completely different from other beautifully decorated, grand or luxurious storefronts on the main street. It looks like an old man mixed with a large group of vigorous young men and women.

The interior decoration of the bookstore is also quite simple, with only a few rows of sparse bookshelves and flat display stands for the so-called bestsellers. The display stand is covered with thin and thick hardcover books. The most conspicuous place is a brand-new book with exquisite cover illustrations. In the middle are two lines of beautiful print, the title of the book in a larger font size and the author's name in a smaller font size. , "Storm House", Fors Wall, by.

Bernadette walked down the stairs from the second floor of the bookstore slowly, her boots stepped on the wooden stairs, making rhythmic "da" and "da" sounds.

The bookstore owner, who usually looks like a salted fish, is like a catfish that was suddenly doused with sea water. A carp straightened up and stood up.

He first looked around and found that there were no customers as usual, then he breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and approached quickly.

"Your Majesty, what are your orders this time?"

"I have maintained the layout of the upstairs room well, and replaced the spiritual materials. You can come over at any time."

Bernadette hummed briefly.

The figure passed the bookshelf, and glanced casually. On the spines of books that were either large or small, thin or thick, there were a few words printed on them, written by Russell Gustav.

"Give me the materials collected during this period and ready to be handed in."

"Yes, wait a moment, it's on the second floor."

The bookstore owner hurried upstairs, opened the secret compartment, took out a stack of neatly bound paper documents, restored the secret compartment, and hurried downstairs again.

After receiving all kinds of information and preliminary verification materials secretly collected by the members of Dawn of Elements in Pulitzer Harbor for a period of time, Bernadette strolled on the noisy main street.

As the most important port of the Loen Kingdom, Pulitzer Harbor is densely populated, but most of the lower-level workers are here, so the economic level is far inferior to that of Backlund.

Bernadette came out of the main street, turned two corners, and arrived at White Oak Avenue.

Bernadette walked to the door of No. 32. Compared with the neighbors, this house was obviously neglected for a long time. The flower bed in front of the door was overgrown with weeds, and there was no room for the delicate flowers to live.

Bernadette took out a key from nowhere, opened the door, and walked in.

This is Bernadette's property, inherited from her father. My father was clearly the owner of Intis back then, but he didn't know why he bought a lot of real estate anonymously in important cities around the world, as if he had a collection habit.

Bernadette passed the yard, and the flowers and trees in the not-so-big garden trembled. The bullied flowers cheered up, and the proud weeds suddenly uprooted themselves, and trotted all the way with their long roots , thrown into the arms of the garbage dump, the dead branches and leaves also left the body one after another, and were thrown into the garbage dump together with the weeds.

Bernadette walked into the room, stood in the large living room and looked around, then walked to a chair, sat down, took out the information obtained from the salted fish boss, and read it seriously.

The brooms, buckets, rags, brushes and other cleaning tools in the storage room suddenly seemed to have life, flying out one after another and going to their jobs. The curtains, sofa towels, and tablecloths in each room unbuttoned by themselves, hula-la flew out, circled around, and rushed into the bathtub. Water began to flow out from the side of the bathtub, and the jars containing soap powder poured over the body, and cloths of various textures began to rub the body and clean themselves. Teapots, teacups, dishes, and kitchen utensils swirl out of the open closet and throw them into the sink, letting the rushing water wash over their bodies.

The sound of tinkling and colliding, the sound of splashing water, and the sound of rubbing fabrics all converge into a joyful piece of music full of life.

Amidst the breezy background music, Bernadette turned over one page after another of the document.

On the other side, Wang Zichuan was wandering around in various neighborhoods, like a countryman who had never seen the world, but no one could see him, and no one could laugh at him.

Bernadette used the method of turning the sea's daughter into foam to directly enter the spirit world, escaped from the spirit world from the preset coordinates, and came to the second floor of a bookstore in Pritz Harbor. This room has an obvious arrangement of ritual magic. The spiritual materials are integrated into the ceremony through a wonderful combination, marking a stable coordinate point, pointing out the direction for Bernadette who is not good at traveling through the spirit world.

As soon as he appeared, Wang Zichuan rushed out of the magic lamp impatiently, greeted Bernadette casually, passed through the wall, and disappeared.

At this moment, Wang Zichuan was wandering around the pier area, trying to find the Pulitzer, which was very popular when it came out, but unfortunately he couldn't find it.

There are many passenger ships and cargo ships in the port, but they all look very serious and ordinary ships.

After wandering for a while, feeling very bored, Wang Zichuan walked through the streets and alleys again, admiring the street scene similar to Victorian Europe.

Tuxedos, shirts, suits, overalls, long skirts, top hats and canes of various colors... It's a pity that I didn't see a windbreaker. The crowd is constantly flowing, cars and horses are passing by quickly, a street lamp, a doorbell, a spire, a carved flower... The exquisite style, the warm brown-red tone of the times, all of these seem real and illusory, like watching a movie , It's like I'm acting in a movie.

I don't belong here, and I don't belong here.

I am not playing him, I am him.

After feeling for a long time, Wang Zichuan's thoughts returned to reality. After careful identification, he found that the street he was on was White Oak Street, and he suddenly remembered a person.

Following his memory, Wang Zichuan slowly searched for the old small building with the sign of the Fishermen's Association.

It was easy to find, and after a while, he saw a small building with a really dilapidated appearance, and a sign that looked decadent hung in an inconspicuous place.

Wang Zichuan floated in directly, crossing rows of rooms, until he saw a middle-aged man with thick arms who didn't look like a cultured man was sitting at his desk writing something.

Suddenly a strange gust of wind blew in from the window, and it happened to blow away a stack of sorted documents and scattered them all over the place. Some of the papers were signed, Dorian Gray.

"Strange, why is there such a strong wind all of a sudden?"

Dorian left his seat, bent down, picked up the fallen documents, arranged them again, and sat down again to continue the work just now.

Suddenly, he stopped for a while, and muttered to himself: "Why is there such a strong wind all of a sudden? This is a bit..."

Immediately, he stood up, looked out the window and the door, but found no one, so he locked the door, went to the window, closed the window, drew the curtains, and took out a A pure crystal ball sparkling with starlight.

The wind is not right, I have to do a divination.