The flowers on the oil painting are not very large, but if you look closely, the flowers look like small white bowls. The magician frowned and looked closer, the shape of the flower inexplicably reminded her of a flower that looked very similar in appearance......

"Poppy ......?"

The girl quickly turned back to another room, and she remembered that the white flower was introduced in a very remote room. She walked past one glass display case after another, then stopped in front of a display sign in front of one cabinet.

【White Claudia】

[Extremely sensitive to the growth environment, there are only a large number of rare plant varieties in the vicinity of Silent Mountain, and the flowers have extremely high ornamental value. It is said that hundreds of years before the town was founded, if not more, the local indigenous Indians had a tradition of using the flower as a sacred medicine. 】

Makes sense.

Primitive tribal civilizations around the world usually have a very extensive tradition of using psychedelics in their rituals. And this place is regarded as a "sacred" "place of soul silence" by the Indians, and I am afraid that the biggest reason is because of this place that the "White Claudia" grows. This flower can be said to be a natural psychedelic agent, and with the lake on the edge of this town, the foggy weather is characteristic of the area......

It's pollen.

Pollen is dispersed with the air, and although this natural psychedelic agent is not very effective, long-term inhalation will undoubtedly cause people to have symptoms such as neurasthenia, visual hallucinations, and auditory hallucinations. In this kind of environment where physical effects forcibly weaken human psychological defense, people with strong mental strength can consciously or unconsciously interfere with other people's brain waves, causing various illusions.

It is no wonder that there are frequent incidents related to cults here, and this place is simply a natural place for mission. Just give it a psychological cue. People who inhale hallucinogenic pollen for years fall into hallucinations created by their brains. If you add the influence of some kind of "supernatural force", or say that you don't use the phrase "supernatural power". And changed to "residual magnetic field of the human body", in various disasters for hundreds of years. Mass deaths, witch burning, and the effects of electromagnetic fields left over from various mass events, it's not surprising that there is nothing wrong with this place.

"I see." The word came out of the magician's lips.

The glass case in front of her with withered flowers was reflected in the fluorescent lamp, and she smashed the glass hard, and there was a bronze key in the withered bud, and I don't know who put it.

Illusion or reality?

The small bronze key has a heavy feel. Lu Mengyao picked up the key, took out a small flashlight, and gathered the light on the surface of the key. There are many messy scratches on the surface of this key, and the wear and tear is relatively severe. And on the handle of the key is a piece of adhesive tape. The words "prayer room" are written on it in the handwriting of a nearly faded ballpoint pen.

clues, as well as traps. The magician puts the key in his pocket, and if he stands in the other party's perspective, he will inevitably set up multiple scenes, using different clues to guide the victim through the puzzle, step by step to immerse him in the mysterious clues that seem to be real and illusory, and make him "believe" in the existence of supernatural power in his heart.

Only by "believing" can we give strength to the other party. For this, Lu Mengyao is very sure. If the other party does have supernatural powers. If you can play with them in the palm of your hand, you don't need any puzzles, clues, or games, just use some dark power to erode them. Such a lot of trouble can only show one problem: that is, the other party can only defeat them in a soft and roundabout way.

But. With Lu Mengyao's understanding of this kind of world that is similar to a "realm" in the literature, its exit is usually very hidden, and it is the center of the whole world. It is very similar to the "maze technique". A person who is caught up in a spell can usually only get out if the conditions set by the initiator are met. And this also means that you have to go through the game that the devil has arranged.

Other words. She must take the initiative to enter the world of illusions.

She wanders through the exhibition halls, using her senses to gather all the useful information. The dreary, cold air, the crisp echo of her own footsteps, the faint, almost imperceptible strange scent - this may have been just her imagination. Lu Mengyao felt uncomfortable at the thought that countless pollen molecules were now entering the blood vessels through his nasal mucosa, and then affecting his hormone secretion, stimulating the nerve centers of the cerebral cortex, and gradually corrupting his mind.

"Don't have a permanent effect on the nerves."

After walking around, she stopped in front of an oil painting. Sensing something unusual, the magician reached out of his sleeve with his white palm and pressed it against the painting of the burning of witches.

Temperature. The temperature distribution throughout the museum is uneven, and the isotherms seem to draw an irregular concentric circle around the painting. To be honest, this difference in temperature is very small, at most it is only a difference of four or five degrees Celsius, and only a girl with naturally sensitive skin like Lu Mengyao can feel it.

The flames on the oil painting are curling and flying, licking the body of the witch who is bound to the stake by thorns, half of the face of the woman in the portrait is hidden in the shadows, and her long black hair is curled up by the heat of the flames. It's just that the woman's expression on the oil painting has an indescribable uncomfortable feeling, obviously her expression is full of resentment, but her eyes are as cold as water.

The palm pressed against the painting could feel a definite temperature, and the magician examined the frame closely, and unexpectedly found signs of prying on the lower edge. She used a pen she carried with her to pry open the gap in the painting, and then lifted the heavy frame with great force, and behind the painting was a door with an intricate circular spell mark on it.

The girl held the oil painting on her shoulder, took a picture of the spell mark with the camera function of her mobile phone, and then pulled out the key to open the secret door. Thick door panels silently slid into the wall, revealing the space behind it.

As she had expected, the prayer room was filled with large, white candles. The shelves and cabinets were densely packed with candlesticks, and hundreds of candles illuminated the room. At the end of the room is a small table with an altar.

It doesn't make sense. Lu Mengyao twisted a piece of solidified wax oil and rubbed it between her fingertips, judging from the solidification of the wax oil, these big candles would not have been lit for more than twenty-five minutes, and within twenty-five minutes, there had been people here, and so many candles had been lit carefully...... Have you entered the world of illusions?

The altar still had the same spell sigil on it, but there was a closed human eye painted on the wall. Some kind of hint, Lu Mengyao silently turned a few thoughts in her heart, and then her attention was attracted by a silver object, she picked up a silver lighter that had been left here from the table, and it felt very familiar.

This is...... Su Jing once gave her a gift.

When she was in college, in order to maintain her image as a flawless three-good student, although she had the habit of smoking to relieve stress, Lu Mengyao still had to wait until no one was there to smoke the cigarette case, and she was also very cautious about using chewing gum and breath freshener after smoking. And only Su Jing knows about this habit of hers, although Su Jing hates cigarettes, but he respects her habits very much. After the two started dating, Su Jing once gave her this silver lighter. But after the two broke up peacefully, Lu Mengyao put all the things related to Su Jing into a box, and then threw them in an unknown corner.

"Didn't you taste this little trick?" The magician sneered, and she blew out the white candles one by one along the cabinet. The light faded away, and a slightly pungent smell of candles wafted through the room. From the moment she walked into this prayer room, Lu Mengyao noticed that there was something strange about these candles, and more than 80% of them might be special scented candles mixed with pollen in wax oil.

When the last bit of light also dissipated, the closed eyes on the wall behind the altar opened in the darkness. Fluorescent paint painted with eyes glowing a faint red, countless fluorescent spell prints appear on the surrounding walls, and large sections of doodle by believers, most of which are crazy gibberish, prayers to the gods, prayers for salvation, and so on.

Lu Mengyao walked in front of her open eyes, stretched out her fingers and groped on the wall, the brick and stone where the eyes were painted seemed to be loose, she pressed it hard, and with a heavy friction sound, another secret door opened.

Ahead is a deep tunnel, all the way down.

The magician lit a candlestick with a lighter, then held the candlestick and walked step by step into the abyss.

The phone vibrated in her pocket, and she held the candlestick with her left hand to light the way, and took out the phone with her right hand and pressed the answer button.

[It took only twenty minutes from entering this historical museum to entering the underground passage, which is worthy of praise.] If there is a clearance rating, I think your evaluation will be S, congratulations, my cute kiss little poisonous snake. 】

"It's hard for you to remember this lighter."

The further down you go, the walls of the tunnel show an unusual decay. The black liquid flowed between the cracks in the masonry, giving off a slightly bitter and faint smell. The stone steps beneath your feet are also becoming more and more rugged, as if they were stacked of rough cut raw stones, and the size is not the same.

[Although we don't seem to have given any serious gifts between us, I remember the few things clearly...... You will find out from the first moment you enter this world. 】

"Cell phone."

The mobile phone in the magician's pocket was not what she used now, but was bought to her by Su Jing a few years ago. In the second half of the night when the two spent together, the sleepy-eyed Lu Mengyao found Su Jing squatting on the edge of the bedside table, using a screwdriver to knock her phone's camera into pieces. This overage child's thinking is sometimes as naïve and naïve as a fool, because he doesn't like her to post selfies on social networks like ordinary girls, so he tries to directly break her phone.

At that time, Su Jing didn't know that Lu Mengyao had a mild neurasthenia, and her sleep quality at night was not very good, and she would wake up when she heard a sound. As a result, Su Jing, who was caught red-handed, had to accompany her to change her mobile phone the next day, and she used this mobile phone until the second year.

[It's here.] 】

Lu Mengyao removed her phone slightly and looked at the iron door at the bottom of the tunnel, which was open with a crack, and there was a faint light in the crack of the door.

"That's the game you designed for me."

【Welcome.】 (To be continued......)