"But how do I open it?"

Eric scrutinized the silver suitcase. The design of the box was so coherent that it was impossible to find a mechanism such as a combination lock to open it. Mrs. Hudson did not answer, as if she wanted Eric to find an answer on her own.

Suddenly, Eric noticed a strange pattern in the middle of the top edge of the box: an eye embedded in a regular triangle. In Eric's memory, the motif was called the "All-Seeing Eye" and seemed to have a great connection with Christianity, and how could Nicholas, who admired science and knowledge, allow this religious pattern to appear on his core secrets?

Eric pondered as he carefully rubbed his thumb against the "All-Seeing Eye" pattern. At this time, Chiko reminded in surprise, "There is light!" Eric looked down, and sure enough, the eye embedded in the triangle actually emitted a faint red light.

Seeing this, Leonardo's eyes widened in disbelief. He snatched the box from Eric's hand, rubbed his eyes, stared at the fading omniscient eye, and muttered to himself, "Impossible, this impossible." ”

Mrs. Hudson, as if already aware of the situation, patted Leonardo on the shoulder soothingly, motioning for him to place the suitcase on the table. Leonardo looked at Mrs. Hudson and then at Eric, and placed the box in the center of the table as she had instructed.

Eric tentatively placed his right thumb on the pattern of the All-Seeing Eye again, and the red light in that "eye" lit up again. After a while, only a "click" was heard, and the silver suitcase, which had been integrated and had no gaps, revealed a continuous gap along the four sides of the box.

At this point, all eyes were on Eric.

"I, I. Even Eric himself couldn't believe what was happening in front of him, and he asked suspiciously, "I~ Is this the box opened?" Mrs. Hudson nodded.

Leonardo glared at Eric and said darkly: "You can really surprise me, I wonder if you forgot how you could open this box like you did 2 years ago." ”

At this point, Eric found that he was at a loss for words. The memory of 2 years ago, this suitcase that hides ancient secrets, the Smiling Legion, the Nicholas School, seems to have a transparent thread that skillfully connects the four, and he is the silver needle used to wire the leads, this kind of longitudinal feeling makes Eric deeply disgusted.

"A letter?" Catelyn, who had never followed the rules, reached out and opened the suitcase at some point. In front of everyone's eyes, this suitcase, known as the Secret Treasure of Nicholas, really contained only one letter. Is this the code that unlocks the Jewish Book of Abraham?

Eric took out the envelope, which was made of brown paper, with neither the sender nor the recipient on it. Eric proceeded to open the envelope, pulled out a folded piece of letter paper from the envelope, and placed him on the box. Eric hesitated for a moment, but when he saw everyone's eyes intertwined with doubt, anticipation, and doubt, he immediately opened the letter:

To Eric:

This is a letter that you wrote to yourself. If you read this letter, your plan has failed, but thankfully, you survived. In addition to celebrating, my sanity is no longer long, so I can only tell you to go to Aris immediately.

Written in the sacred site of the Nicolas school in the Paris tunnel.

At this point, Eric still refuses to admit defeat. He closed his eyes and was engrossed in the memory foam, and the encounter with Leonardo two years ago was like a film on a projector, quickly strung together into a complete picture. But still no clues have been found about the tunnel and the letter.

"Don't be nervous, I'll give you the answer. Mrs. Hudson poured Eric a new cup of tea and placed it in front of him. She picked up the remote control again and pressed another blue button, and the images of the Nicholas sages that had been reflected around her immediately turned into specks of light and disappeared. At this time, the projector on the roof of the secret room twisted slightly, and the white light that was originally cast on all sides gradually converged towards the center, and after a while, a one-meter-wide cube of white light was formed in the center of the table directly below, and then the same image appeared on each of the four sides of the cube.

"This, this is Eric!" Chiko looked at the figure in surprise as she looked at the figure in the image.

In the video, Eric is lying on the couch in the back room, and the silver suitcase is on the table. In a few moments, Eric struggles to get up, clutching his head, sitting on the couch, looking around suspiciously, apparently unfamiliar with the place. Suddenly, a bearded man with four black-robed men pushed the door in.

"He, he's ......" Chiko was even more shocked by the appearance of the bald man, whose face was exactly the same as Felix's ghostly smiling face, which was exactly the same as the photo in the document. At this moment, Mrs. Hudson pointed to Chiko's lips and motioned for her to be uneasy.

In the video, the four black-robed men stepped forward to restrain Eric as soon as they entered the door. The bearded man walked up to Eric, and the two of them seemed to be talking about something. Suddenly, the conversation came to an abrupt end, and the bearded man took out a delicate long box, shook it in front of Eric's eyes, and then took out a syringe from the box with great cherishment, and stabbed it in Eric's neck, only to see Eric in agony* and faint in a few moments.

Seeing this, Eric couldn't help but touch the part of himself that was pricked by the needle in the video, and such a painful experience did not leave the slightest impression and feeling. At this time, the bearded man in the image turned his back to answer a phone call, and after a moment, I saw him turn around, shrug his eyebrows, and show a weird smile. He then placed Eric's thumb on the omniscient eye of the suitcase, opened the box, and retrieved the parchment that looked like the Book of Jewish Abraham hidden in the box, and then left the secret room with the four black-robed men.

The footage in the video was still for five minutes, but everyone's eyes were still tirelessly and tightly fixed on Eric in the video, even Qianzi, who had been with Eric for a while, had never paid as much attention to this rogue detective who liked to cause trouble as he did today. Five minutes later, Eric twitches his fingers, seemingly unconsciously, and his chest begins to heaval slightly as the pace of his breathing increases. After a few moments, Erik's shoulders could be detected trying to shrink inward, as if struggling to sober himself.