"He's asking us?" Lukka asked, lowering his voice, Taylor's image squinting at him, as if waiting for an answer. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"No," Shut up explained in his ear, "he's waiting for a visitor from memory, Sergeant Griffin, except that in this memory, you seem to coincide with this visitor." Just like the original memory, didn't you reunite with the Assassin there?"

"Why is it always me?" Lukka muttered.

"Nonsense, the target of his attack was you, right? I was dragged into the water by you!" shut up and let out a very dissatisfied "snort" from his nose.

"So what should I do now, answer him? I don't know what to say......" Lukka was a little overwhelmed, the first memory didn't give him a chance to ask, so he shot and killed, but this time Sergeant Griffin didn't move.

Could it be that the memory of the old Taylor has faded? Luca had heard of this kind of thing, many people always forget recent events when they get old, but they remember the experience of a long time ago very clearly.

Finally, another phantom began to coalesce in Luka's place.

"So, where is the 'special gain' you call Sergeant Griffin?" Taylor repeated the phrase again, as if repositioning the starting point of the memory.

The phantom beside Lukka bowed, then stepped forward. In order not to be seen as flawed, he also followed the comparison a few times.

"Your Excellency, please take a look. The image of Sergeant Griffin hands over a thirty-centimeter-long wooden box. Lukka also quickly followed his movements and raised his hand, although he was not slow to react, but there was still a little time difference between him and the image.

Luckily, Taylor didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary, and he opened the box and looked intently at the contents.

"Please be careful, Your Excellency. Sergeant Griffin took two steps back, "Several of our soldiers lost their minds while digging this thing and couldn't salvage it. ”

Lukka followed him back, a little flustered.

Shut up and finally couldn't help it: "Don't be ashamed of showing your eyes, okay?" This memory has begun to recur when he speaks, and now his emotions are not fluctuating, he can't see you at all, and he doesn't need you to dance here!"

"You didn't say it sooner......" Lukka blushed and stepped aside.

"How many men did you say we lost?" Taylor asked suddenly.

"Together with Captain Benson, who passed away just yesterday, sixteen people were killed, and seven are still in the hospital. Sergeant Griffin's face was not clear, and even then his mourning could be discerned. Originally, with his military rank, it was not enough to stand here and talk to Taylor, but among the few people left in the team he belonged to who could still walk on his own, the rank of sergeant was already the highest.

"Well, because of this thing, more than half of the expedition team was lost. Taylor nodded, "Don't worry, I won't be so reckless, you can step down." ”

Sergeant Griffin's figure vanished into the doorway, and another, more blurred image walked in.

"Why is this getting more and more blurry?" Lukka looked at the image, feeling like his eyes were about to become as nearsighted as Crete.

"The clearer Taylor's memory is, the clearer the image becomes, and this person is probably like an event background. Shut up and replied.

Sure enough, Taylor opened his mouth and said, "What's your name, forget it, whatever." Ask someone to bring my message to the Great Library, and ask Director Werner to come at once. ”

The Phantom led the way, and Taylor vigilantly pushed the wooden box away from the table.

If Sgt. Griffin's words are true, it's better that you don't touch the contents of this box. Luca thought.

Taylor's thoughts seemed to be the same as his, and instead of looking at the box, he began to pace back and forth in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window with his hands behind his back.

"Even if that thing is dangerous, it won't have any effect on us in our memory, right?" asked Ollie suddenly.

"Yes!" Lukka turned his head to look at Shut Mouth, and seeing that the parrot nodded affirmatively, he walked quickly to the table and took a look at the contents of the box.

He was a little disappointed, it was only three or four centimeters in diameter, and it looked like the cabinet of cutlery that Thea had broken. Although porcelain is a luxury item in the Sunset Islands, how could such a broken piece of porcelain that cannot be seen in its original appearance make Taylor so close to his enemy?

Suddenly, the porcelain tiles in the box shook slightly.

Lukka thought it was the sunset outside the window that dazzled him, and reached out to rub it.

The porcelain piece shook again, much more than before.

"What's going on?" he cried out in surprise this time when he even shut up, it stands to reason that Taylor was now facing away from the tabletop, and it was impossible to see the movement of the porcelain piece, and he shouldn't have this picture in his memory.

But the porcelain piece shook for the third time, and this time the action was even more violent, turning itself over entirely.

The side that the porcelain piece originally washed down should be its front. The pure white background is like a freshly peeled egg, and the level of exquisiteness is far ahead of the current level of porcelain making in the Sunset Islands. On this white background, the figure that Luca is all too familiar with, but he has never been able to figure out the source: a jumble of tangled black curves.

In the shocked gaze of several onlookers, the curve moved!

It sprang out from the porcelain tiles, crawled down the legs of the table to the floor, and crawled from the ground to Taylor's pacing feet, then to his trouser legs.

Taylor, on the other hand, knew nothing about all this.

He was still pacing back and forth unhurriedly, as if he was moving his legs, which were already less agile. With his rhythmic steps, black curves squirmed all over his body.

Taylor seemed to notice something, and his body trembled violently, but his footsteps seemed uncontrollable, still maintaining their rhythm until the curves caressed his wrinkled face.

Now, the curves gathered around his eyes, and after a slight pause, they rushed to his pupils.

Taylor's eyes, like those of most old men, had long since lost the clarity of their youth, and had turned a somewhat cloudy gray. But as the black curves poured in one by one, the eyes slowly brightened again.

When the last curve disappeared from Taylor's face, his eyes had become radiant, and his dark and deep pupils flashed with a strange light.

It's just that this pupil, which is darker than the darkest night color, is not the blue eyes of Taylor's youth.

There was a banging knock on the door, and the virtual figure with the same background as the event said outside the door: "Your Excellency, Curator Werner has arrived. ”

An old man, not much younger than Taylor, pushed the door open and walked in.

"Come in, Mark, I'm waiting for you. Taylor's voice didn't change.