"Very good, it seems that the yin copy of this prophecy book has really reached my hands."

On the Greek island of Patmos, in a mansion converted from a white monastery, the well-dressed tycoon Gawain, holding a high-end cigar, was sitting on a leather chair, triumphantly facing the enamel box on the large oval table, and said to Daedalus, a cultural relics intermediary sitting opposite.

Then he turned his gaze to the other side—the same small crystal coffin was also placed on the table.

"Let me introduce you, my dear friend Daedalus, this is my proudest treasure before I got the dark copy of the prophecy of Sybil, it is the golden goat mask of death worn by Timur the Crippled, the most brutal king of Central Asia, hundreds of years ago.

Hearing this, Daedalus lifted the thick nearsighted lenses like the bottom of the bottle and approached the crystal coffin, and then he gently read the Persian inscription on it, "The manservant of the god of death came to him with a bitter glass of wine. ”

"Yes!" Gawain laughed and clapped his palm, this tycoon is worth hundreds of millions, or Latvia, Denmark, Russia, and China, his life experience and assets are a mystery, and many of them are gloomy, "So before he set out for China, he suddenly died in the city of Otrar, and his mausoleum was engraved with an inscription that was not allowed to disturb his sleep, and in the last century, that is, in 1941, the Soviet archaeological team did not believe in evil and opened it - immediately stormy and thunderous, and the next day hundreds of divisions of the Germans crossed the border." Now I don't dare to open this crystal coffin and take out the golden goat mask, otherwise, the manservant of the god of death will come to me with wine! ”

In the lavishly furnished living room, Daedalus smiled flatteringly, and said that it was indeed not allowed to be opened, and then he asked Gawain mysteriously, knowing that he did not know how the Yin copy of the Sybil Prophecy in his hand was operated.

"Let's listen to it, I only know that it was the yang copy of the Sybil Witch Prophecy Book that was burned by the ancient Roman emperor, but there is also a yin copy, which was sent by the witch to the distant land of Scythia before the yang book came out, and was later kept in the court of the Khazar Khanate, and it has also gone through thousands of years of wind and rain." Gawain's eyes burned, and he cut another cigar and tossed it to Daedalus, like "throwing a bone at a dog."

Flattered to receive the cigar, Daedalus opened the enamel box with the key, and then took out a somewhat whitened nameplate with the inscription Zodiac Star Palace, "Your birthday, please?" ”

"September 23rd." Gawain replied nonchalantly.

So Daedalus fell on it, recited the words with his fingers, and kept gesturing, and at last he muttered "yes", pressed it on a small grid, clicked two points, took out the parchment from the box, squinted, and continued to compare them in the horizontal and vertical sequences under Gawain's strange gaze, and finally wrote a line on the note with a pen, and handed it to Gawain.

"I don't understand that."

"This is the ancient text used in the prophecy of the Temple of Delphi, which translates to - what cannot be opened." Daedalus said.

Then, both of them were silent, and their eyes fell on the strange crystal coffin next to them, and a violent storm suddenly rose outside the floor-to-ceiling window, dark clouds covered the sky and the sun, and the chandelier hanging overhead crackled, flickering and dimming.

"Are you wishing me a Happy April Fool's Day in advance?" Gawain laughed, brushed his beautiful brown curls with his fingers, and suddenly flashed a trace of cold dissatisfaction in his pale blue eyes, and put his cigar to his lips, "It's not good, it's not good, my friend, Stephen. Gawain. Zhou is disgusted by being deceived. ”

"No, no, no!" The old antiquities dealer hurriedly waved his hand and said, "That's how the prophecy book calculates, at least within the technical range, I have done it completely accurately and impeccably." ”

A bolt of lightning fell, and Gawain's hair was reflected in a miserable white, "On one side is the crystal coffin that must not be opened, and on the other hand, the witch prophecy that bewitched me to open it, what an interesting paradoxical choice, really interesting." He said "interesting" several times in a row, and slowly rested his hand with the ring on the cold crystal surface, stroking the line of recessed words, and muttering to himself.

Suddenly another lightning bolt blew up the hairs on Daedalus's back, and he heard a terrible scream, and the whole hall shone with white light and black shadows, like a monster dancing, and he turned his head to look at the source of the sound, and it turned out to be a cat with green eyes, jumping down from the old pendulum cabinet, and barking at him a few more times, and then left with his tail up, and Daedalus cursed twice in his heart, and then turned back with a smile, and said, "It's a cat, it's just a cat." ”

Then, in the lightning, his mouth could not be closed in astonishment—there was a man sitting in front of him, no, Gawain, sitting in the chair opposite, but on his face was a golden glittering, strange goat mask, with two horns standing side by side, like a man more like a ghost.

Gawain didn't know why he did this, his sense of autonomy and self-discipline was lost the moment he opened the coffin, he involuntarily took out the mask, and in the devil's laughter, he unconsciously put it on his face, and soon it was pitch black.

In the darkness, no, as if in the black water, the face of a large, pale woman floated up, looking at herself expressionlessly.

"Who are you!" Gawain plucked up his courage in his consciousness and drank.

"I am Ajiehe, the princess of the Khazar Khanate, caught between the past and the future, and in two moments I saw the letters of the incantation written on my eyelids reflected in the mirror and died, forever dead, or forever in this devil's mask, which is called 'Khazar's face'." The woman's face, which had no eyes, replied in a suffocating tone.

"Let me out, let me out!" Gawain obviously felt that he was on the road today.

"Let me out, let me out!" Jiehe's face was also distorted, like a claw grasping at the trunk of a tree, chirping, "I'll give you a face, you give me a face, I want to live again, and I want to live better; You want to be reborn again, and you want to live better - drink this bitter and crimson bar, immortal traveler!

The ancient sword, the one that had hung on the wall, was now pierced in the chest of poor Daedalus, and the hilt was in the hand of Gawain, who wore the mask of a golden goat.

Blood poured out, spilled on the floor, soaked the carpet, and the manservant of death stood before me with bitter wine. Gawain chanted these words in the ancient language, and then he lifted the mask from his face, and looked at the tragic death, and a woman's smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "My lord, on our ship, the sailors are busy like ants"

The other Gawain, or the original Gawain, was lying on the ancient snow at this time, and when he turned over and opened his eyes, the snowflakes were coldly sticking to his eyelashes, and there were bare numbers on all sides, arching like a sharp sword, stabbing into the lead-gray clouds.