Yaphgomon, the ruler of time and space, is able to achieve immortality through potions and psionic circles, accompanied by killing and madness.

Honestly, it's hard for Holden not to associate it all with Mattigan Stinson and, more importantly, with further thoughts of what happened to Viscount Philo's private residence.

Of course, Horden still lacks enough evidence to connect all the pieces together, and speculation can only stay at the speculative stage, but if everything that happened in Viscount Philo's private residence is for immortality, and Horden is the medium of "sacrifice", and at the same time, those deaths and killings are also sacrifices of Yaphgomon, then things seem to be able to be pieced together.

However, there are still many questions.

Like, What the hell is going on with Samuel?

For example, what is the role of Mr. Harfford's dinner?

For example, Laos is scattered with the wind, Mathigan's whereabouts are unknown, and Viscount Philo is rumored to be dead, so who is continuing to carry it out now?

For example, how much does Count Gustav know, or what role does he play?

For example, how much of Yapgomon's influence radiated? Did Holden and Robben and others never be affected, or were they affected without knowing it? Nightingale's self-suicidal symptoms did not match Yapgomon's methods, so is there any other possibility?

Even if the speculation of "pursuing immortality through Yafergomon" can be established, there are still many doubts that cannot be explained.

Hodden's instinct was that Yafergomon might or may not be the truth, but it should be more or less involved, and he was missing the most important piece of the puzzle right now, the messy, trivial, vague threads all piled up in a simple and crude way that could not be sorted out quickly.

Vaguely, Hoden seemed to have some clues, but they quickly slipped out of his palm—and he was sure that it wasn't his own negligence, but that there was an unknown void waiting to be filled, and then all the doubts could be connected.

So, what exactly is the blank space?

Unfortunately, "Call from the Abyss" is just a pure folk anecdote and does not list the corresponding potion recipes and psionic circle maps, otherwise Hoden would have been able to compare the motifs in Viscount Philo's private residence to see if they could be connected.

So far, judging from Howlen's knowledge, he still can't accurately judge whether it is a psionic circle or not, it is indeed a magic circle from the perspective of the framework, but there are too many specious and inexplicable symbols, and there are even many conflicting symbols, which cannot be operated at all, and there are too many symbols that have no meaning and no effect, and there is no way to start deconstruction.

Or, it's a top-level psionic circle that is beyond the scope of knowledge, say, related to evil gods.

Or, it wasn't a psionic circle, and it had nothing to do with the evil gods, and Hoden's investigation was fundamentally wrong.

However, Holden's intuition always believed that the evil gods should be inextricably linked, which can be seen from what happened to Nightingale and Issa, but he is not 100% sure now that it is because the evil gods are beyond the scope of his knowledge, so when he has no clue, he subconsciously hopes that the answer is hidden in those unknowns, which sends a wrong intuitive signal, which is not necessarily impossible.

Sometimes, you don't always understand yourself 100%.

Still, Horden continued to read seriously, and when he suddenly woke up, he realized that the hour hand had been bought past nine o'clock.

Before the book was finished, Hodden quickly returned the book to the shelf and restored everything to its original state according to the psionic circle.

Originally, Hodden was still a little worried that if this was Professor Decimas's hidden bookshelf, his recklessness might reveal his true intentions, but he had already started to flip through the books before he had time to think about it, and now it was too late to regret it.

But on second thought, Hoden calmed down again.

Professor Desimas didn't set up a high-level password or secret room - otherwise, with Professor Decimas's strength, it would definitely not be so easy to expose the target, and the psionic circle that hides the bookshelf is more like a small level of a treasure hunt game, as long as you are careful enough enough to crack it, and then you can open a small treasure, which also means that Professor Desimas doesn't mind anyone reading these books.

At least that's how Holden judges.

Click.

It's as if the lights are turned off, and the bookshelves are restored to their original state, and when you look past the shelves, you can't help but skim through them, not caring what books are placed here, let alone what their names are.

Then Hodden turned around and began to pack his things, but did not take a book home as usual. Because the amount of information today is really overloaded, in addition to the cold and fear, curiosity is becoming more and more turbulent, and there are many things that need to be digested, understood, and extended thinking.

When we get home tonight, Holden will be ready to gather his thoughts, and there will be no time for other books.

As far as Holden's lazy principle is concerned, if you can not carry "heavy objects", then try not to carry them, and reduce the burden a little.

Pushing open the heavy office door, the cold air rushed directly to the face, and a series of goosebumps quickly appeared on the surface of the skin.

Hodden couldn't help but pull the heavy dark gray coat tightly to block the cold wind, and then couldn't help but start imagining that if he could sit around the hot pot at this time, boiling mutton and beef, pouring oil and spicy seeds into his dipping sauce like this, snoring and stuffing the tender and tender hairy belly into his mouth, the hot taste made the stomach boil together, then the world was delicious at this time.

Whew.

Whew.

The blade-like cold wind blew in his face, and his progress couldn't help but pause for a moment, "Even if it's not a hot pot, a cup of hot cocoa is good", Horden couldn't help muttering in a low voice, and then he could smell a faint smell of fireworks under his nose.

Is there really someone making shabu-shabu?

No, no, it's supposed to be a barbecue!

Ahhh

Grilled lamb, grilled beef, grilled leeks, grilled chicken wings, grilled chicken thighs, grilled scallops, grilled shrimp, grilled baby cabbage, grilled bullfrog, grilled stinky tofu...... Would you like to serve 50 skewers of roast lamb first?

Saliva had begun to secrete, the worms were protesting strongly, Hodden couldn't help sniffing his nose and looked at the smell of fireworks, but under the blue night in his sight, he could only see the sparkling lights swaying gently, outlining the outlines of families, sitting together to resist the cold.

Who's barbecuing?

It seems that they are like-minded people, they should sit down face to face and masturbate together, and it is better to be happy alone than to be happy, right?