Frozen Light (4)

Stephen held his hand up the stairs, and at the corner of the second staircase stood a samurai with a spear on his shoulder, a red robe draped over his body. The silver armor of the pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info faintly emitted a crystal light, and it seemed that there was a cold smile hidden deep in the helmet.

Stephen smiled nervously at the samurai, and saw that he had a gem-encrusted scimitar hanging from his waist, with a gold sheath of fine workmanship and the letters A.F.R. on the hilt. Stephen raised his hand to his chin and guessed that the warrior must have been a nobleman, because in the Middle Ages or beyond, armor was a status symbol, and only the king's bodyguard and high-ranking knights could have silver armor. Stephen pointed the lighter to the side and found Leonardo da Vinci's famous painting 'Mona Lisa's Smile' hanging on the wall. Stephen walked up to him, looked at the painting closely, and almost put his entire face on it.

"Nice drawing! The master's true handiwork is indeed worthy of its name! This smile exudes feminine brilliance, with dignified feelings and beautiful postures, which makes people unconsciously fascinated. The perfect combination of the tone of the picture and the characters, and the use of artistic techniques, have reached the point of perfection. It was as if the eyes were magical, my soul had been pulled out, and my whole body seemed to be about to erupt with fire. This flame ignites me, and a desire arises, and it makes people suffer. Stephen said, and couldn't help but lean down and give the Mona Lisa an affectionate kiss.

Stephen slowly raised his head, looked at the Mona Lisa with enthusiastic eyes, and then excitedly raised his hand and shouted, "No one would believe that I would be favored by the Mona Lisa today!" This is the truth of art, and whoever can really do this is the greatest master of painting in the world! ”

Stephen reluctantly left, looking back and again, trying to relive the passionate scene just now. At this time, the night was already deep, and the surroundings were quiet, and the mysterious face of the Mona Lisa seemed even more meaningful at this moment. Stephen walked to the top floor, and saw no more paintings of samurai and masters in armor, except for an old gate across from him. Stephen gently pushed open the door, and he was amazed by the view inside: the room was large, richly decorated, and very different from the downstairs, two completely different worlds. The sandalwood seats are old, but you can still see the style of the past through the exquisite patterns. The huge lighting on the roof of the shed is made of crystal, transparent and pure, like a newborn baby with innocent eyes. What is even more amazing is that there are many sculptures in the hall, including men, women, old people, and children, all of which are naked, reflecting the primitive roughness and soft beauty of the human body. Stephen was fascinated by the scenery in front of him, and felt that time and space had been confused, and he seemed to be wandering in an art museum.

Stephen seemed so excited that he walked around the room, carefully observing each statue and admiring every line on it. From time to time, he stretched out his hand to touch the delicate skin, and then looked around with a red face, afraid that someone would find out about his evil deeds. Stephen inadvertently looked up and saw a wax table in a niche on the wall, and several flaming candles were stuck on it. He reached out and took it, lit each candle with a lighter, and the room suddenly filled with a beating light. The candlelight spilled through every corner of the room, illuminating Stephen's face at the same time.

Stephen gently placed the candle on the table, walked around the room a few more times, and breathed a few more times, and a thick sleepiness hit his heart. There was a bed in the room, he walked to the bed, took off his shoes and fell on it, and when he lifted the quilt to cover his body, a metal box was shaken out and fell on the head of the bed.

Stephen picked up the metal box and found that there were many hieroglyphs on it, like a group of small tadpoles, and he couldn't guess what it meant. The box was inlaid with ivory, rubies, and emeralds, and a gold lock held the box so tightly that Stephen could not open it with all his strength.

"Forget it! Whatever is inside! I'm going to sleep now, and tomorrow I'm going to find a job and end my homeless life. Stephen took a deep breath and covered the quilt and fell asleep......

The light of the candle gradually dimmed, the flickering flame became smaller and smaller, and the faint light was almost invisible. The red light in the samurai helmet downstairs began to flicker, limbs writhed, and the soul hidden deep suddenly awakened. Knights with swords and nobles with spears on their shoulders made their way up the stairs, the sound of heavy footsteps making a dull sound in the hallway.

A voice in the darkness spoke in a low and slow voice, "The death knell of dusk has sounded, and the night has passed through the walls of the Netherworld. I recast the glory with my blood, and the cold wind blows, and on the cold streets, people's souls soar freely. Ancient thoughts are thrown into the blazing fire, and in the firelight I can come and go freely, I ...... I am a deadly virus that lives on human beings from birth until death. I...... I am the shadow of terror, from which no one can escape, rising in the flames and perishing all of them. The world and the darkness and me plunge the world into endless desolation. With a human body, you can manifest your existence, and the power of the gods of Hades will drive you mad. This ancient curse crossed the Wall of Death and was inlaid into the skulls of humans. Rush, disperse everything, devour all the rebels! Chong, that heroic spirit must not be resurrected! Kill them all! Blood, blood can give me new strength! ”

The knight with the sword kicked open the door and frantically swung the sword in his hand. The statue in the room suddenly split its head and fell to the ground with a terrifying sound. Tables and chairs flew into the air, smashing into the glass and shattering into a large hole. The limbs were cut off and flew everywhere. The nobleman with the spear rushed straight to the head of the bed and stabbed Stephen in the face with ferocity.

Stephen was awakened in his sleep, and a spirit rolled under the bed, and the spear was pierced just above the restrest of his head. The nobleman stepped on the bed with one foot, drew his spear, and turned to stab at Stephen. Stephen tumbled along the floor, spears dangling beside him, sharp tips glittering with a terrifying chill. The spear pierced the floor, each time only an inch or two away from Stephen.

Stephen grabbed a chair and threw it at the nobleman, and the chair smashed into his helmet and shattered. Stephen took the opportunity to get up from the ground and staggered towards the door. The knight with the sword scurried up to Stephen with a lunge, blocking his way.

Stephen asked in a trembling voice, "What are you going to do?" Do you want to kill? Are you crazy? ”

The knight with the sword did not answer, and slashed at Stephen with a sword. Stephen slid on the ground, and the nobleman's spear stabbed at his heel. Stephen struggled, the upper of his shoe was torn, and he fled with one foot in a hurry. The knights and nobles chased after them with their weapons in hand, and there was no way back, and Stephen was forced to the side of the bed again. The knight held the sword, and the nobleman carried the spear, and approached step by step.

Stephen nervously squeezed out a smile and squeezed a few words out between his teeth: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding!" I can give you money! Money! Good stuff, you're going to love it! Stephen said as he took off his shoes and took out the insole, his face immediately turned pale: "Money, oh, I remember, in that shoe just now!" Get out of the way, and let me go and get the money. ”

Stephen patted the armor of the knights and nobles and squinted his eyes, hoping that they would answer his questions soon. The helmets of the knights and nobles slowly turned, flashing red in the helmets, as if communicating with each other. Stephen's expression was frozen at this point, and he stood still waiting for the unpredictable ending. They shook their heads, stretched out their hands in a look of helplessness, and then raised their weapons to carry out the violence to the end.

Stephen stared in surprise and retreated, his eyes showing a look of fear. Another sword slashed head-on, like wind and thunder, and it was too late to dodge. In the dimness, Stephen's palm touched the mysterious metal box on the bed. He hurriedly raised it, and the long sword slashed into it, instantly smashing into countless flying sparks. The golden lock fell to the ground, the lid slowly opened, and the whole room immediately shone brightly. Swords and spears were held in the air and could not fall.

Stephen looked into the metal box in amazement and found a golden crown inside, with many precious gems encrusted on top of the crown. Stephen held the crown in both hands, and the light illuminated the room, and countless rays of light pierced through the darkness, imprinting everything clearly on his heart. Stephen's heart was uneasy, and he looked down to find a book in the box, which absorbed the light and temperature and slowly floated into the air. Hieroglyphs shine on the pages, and below the pages are translations of Old English. The light inspired by the words flickered and flickered, as if to attract the soul of man to it.

"It's Sumerian! Well, let me translate it in Old English below, it means......" Stephen looked at the page and fell into deep thought.

"Understood, this is a legend about King Arthur! Could it be that the ancient Sumerians already knew that King Arthur would appear in the future and start a great business? Stephen patted his head and finally realized.