"Why are you here again, instead of your best martini, come to me to rub the rubbish whiskey?" The night watchman filled the glass in front of Ange, "Okay, I don't know if this wine has expired."

"It doesn't matter." Ange took a sip of the wine, paused for a moment, and swallowed, "It's a bit of an expiration date."

"Tell me, what's going on this time." The night watchman rested comfortably on the table.

"Borrow your stereo." Ange raised his hand, and the thing in his hand was a voice recorder, "I got a lot of interesting things from Chu Zihang."

……

"Entrance 000?" The Night's Watch whispered.

"Yes." Ange put away the recorder.

"Sounds like a nightmare." The night watchman was silent for a long time, brushed his hair, leaned back in the swivel chair, and let out a long breath in the sky, "That Maybach, did you find it at last?"

"I found it, in the wasteland outside the city, the body was badly damaged, as if it had been cut with a laser cutter and spot welded with a welding torch. The location where the car was found was 15 kilometres from the nearest viaduct."

Ange handed a copy of the print material to the Night's Watch, "It wasn't towed by a trailer, it was driven by itself, there was no trace of a trailer at the scene, there were obvious rut marks on the wasteland."

"Where's the information?"

"I quietly kept a copy of the 'Unknown Type of Crime' file that the school board obtained in China, and when it passed through my hands."

"What's the school board again?" The Night's Watch frowned slightly, "The last time you came was for the school board, right, as if they were looking for you lately?"

"To be honest, I'm a little annoyed with this school board, don't forget that we are a college now, we are not the secret party of the past, the school board should be just a row of portraits on the wall, what are they doing in charge of school affairs? Do you think you're a council of elders of the secret party?"

"That doesn't matter." Ange shrugged, "I came to you today for this matter that Chu Zihang said."

"Okay," the night watchman sat up straight, his glass draining, "someone else driving the car there?" Was the first scene where the car was found?"

"It's not someone else's drive, the fingerprints left by the steering wheel are only Chu Zihang and Chu Tianjiao, they are very clear, they have not been damaged, if someone drives the car over even if they wear gloves, they will leave traces."

"That is to say, the first scene is the wasteland, where Chu Zihang encountered ...... Odin, the leader of the Nordic Aesir gods, who he mistakenly thought he was on an elevated road." The Night's Watch swallowed the remaining ice cubes from the glass into his mouth and chewed slowly.

"I find you a little disgusting?" Ange suddenly said, "How long have you been sitting on that ice cube?" And what kind of water is it made of?"

"Small problems, don't worry about them." The night watchman laughed, "Why do you think Chu Zihang thinks that?"

"Hallucinations? Collective hallucinations? Some kind of spirit that can cause hallucinations?" Ange thought for a moment and replied, "Maybe there is a spirit of words that can affect the young Chu Zihang, but I know that Chu Tianjiao's spirit of words is 'time zero', and the purity of his bloodline should be similar to mine."

"Suppose even Chu Tianjiao didn't realize that he was in an illusion...... Then the only one who releases this spirit is the Dragon King." ….

"Will Odin be one of the dragon kings?" The night watchman asked.

"I don't know, if you deduce from Norse mythology, he is the god of justice, and the black dragon Nidhogg belongs to the evil camp."

The night watchman shrugged, "Okay, Odin, whether it's a god or something, let's call each other that way for now, or maybe it's a street sign forged to lead Chu Zihang and them into a no-man's land......

He thought for a moment, "For example, a road that has not yet been completed or abandoned, that road is not far from the wasteland, and in the end, Chu Zihang was very nervous when he escaped, mistakenly thinking that he was still on the elevated road, how about this explanation?"

"I've searched the map, but there's no such no-man's land." Ange said.

The Night's Watch was silent, his expression strange, his cheek muscles twitching, the corners of his eyes twitching, indescribably uneasiness or horror

It's still funny, if Lu Mingfei sees it, he will definitely say, "Hey, Mr. Vice Principal, why do you have a hellish look on your face?"

"He's the hell then," the night watchman looked into Ange's eyes, "he's here...... A land of the dead?"

"Yes," Ange looked into the Night's Watchman's eyes, "That's my conclusion, the elevated road does exist, and so does the entrance to '000', but the average person can't find it."

"To this day, the elevated road is still there, empty, no one, exactly the same as what Chu Zihang saw that rainy night...... There it is...... The land of the dead!"

"You're!" The Night's Watch jumped up from his swivel chair, "You're here to tell me this? The Land of the Dead! What a sacred place it was, for thousands of years of human history, alchemists tried to break their heads in order to find it, how could a child enter it?"

"I don't know if you're talking nonsense, but I know you're worried, you haven't jumped up in front of me for decades, you're always huddled on the couch like a lazy snake, and you've grown a beer belly from drinking too much beer." Ange pointed to the night watchman's denim shirt that couldn't cover his belly.

The Night's Watch glanced down and realized that what Ange said was the truth, that his eight-pack abs, as a beautiful man of the older generation of Luotuo, had become a whole bulge, and he hadn't been excited for decades, because there was really nothing to be excited about.

It used to be nice to watch old westerns and sexy girl magazines to reminisce about his youth, but he realized why he had suddenly lost his temper, if the exit of that world really appeared...... His days of comfort are almost over.

"The Land of the Dead is just a legend, and may not exist at all." The night watchman sat back in his swivel chair, pondering the words.

"Tell me about the land of the dead, I am a new person in the secret party, and you know more about science, alchemy and dragons than I do." Ange said with a smile, handing over the empty wine glass, "Pour me another glass."

"It's a long story...... "The Night's Watch muttered, filling himself and Ange with a glass of pure malt.

"Long story short."

"Then it's two words, heaven."

"Heaven?"

The Night's Watch took a sip of whiskey, "Actually, none of the alchemists know what the 'Land of the Dead' is, and there is no shortage of alchemists in history who say they have been there, but none of them can prove themselves." ….

"The existence of this thing is more sacred than the "Philosopher's Stone", and the essence of alchemy is to "kill" matter, and then "regenerate" it."

"In the process, the magazine is eliminated and the substance is given a new lease of life. It's easy to kill people, but it's not so easy to kill matter, and in order to kill metal, alchemists are constantly chasing higher flame temperatures and more magical recipes."

"The premise of life is death." Raise your head.

"Yes, dead matter is the best material, and if you want to make gold, you have to kill silver, and if you want to make a sword, you must first kill steel." The Night's Watch whispered.

"And the land of the dead is a world that is said to coexist with our world. It's not just the dead people, it's the place where the dead matter accumulates."

"Imagine what a huge treasure trove it would be for alchemists, if they could get there and pick up a stone from the ground, it would be the best raw material. The dust there is worth nothing in this world."

"What does this have to do with the dragons, or with us?" Ange asked.

"It probably doesn't matter, because this dead man's country probably doesn't exist at all." Said the night watchman.

He paused, "However, it does fit a Norse mythology, where the black dragon stands guard by the branch of the 'World Tree' leading to the 'Land of the Dead', and it seems that he is the gatekeeper of the Land of the Dead."

"And when Ragnarok came, the sea was torn open, and a great ship of dead man's fingernails rose from the sea, which came from the land of the dead, and the ship was full of the spirits of the dead. They are armies sent by the land of the dead to challenge the living."

"Undead...... Those dark shadows that Chu Zihang saw?"

The Night's Watch nodded, "Have you ever felt over the years, though

We've worked so the dragons, and they're still mysterious."

"In fact, we have never unearthed such miraculous things, such as the towering bronze palace of the King of Bronze and Fire in Northern Europe, such as the Optimus Bronze Pillar that stands on the island of Greenland today, on which the Black King crucified the White King."

"For example, the transoceanic Shinto that was built by the Black King's order to connect the European continent and the Atlantic islands, according to the literature, the Shinto is about 400 meters wide, enough for a Macedonian phalanx of 10,000 people to keep the formation through, flat as water, straight without a trace of bending."

"If there were such roads, I would definitely drive to the top speed and try it." Raise your head.

"But as soon as the Black King dies, these things disappear, like Atlantis sinking into the Atlantic." The night watchman asked, "Why?"

"Something to do with the land of the dead?" Ange said.

"This is one of the speculations, that the kingdom of the dragons is not built in a normal dimension at all, but in the 'land of the dead' that they rule."

"It's a mythical dimension, a world of another concept, coexisting with the world we have now, and only a few interfaces can reach it."

"Or you can explain it in parallel worlds." The night watchman drank malt whiskey.

Ange slowly tilted his head and spat out the alcohol-filled gas of the first floor against the pitch-black roof, feeling the mysterious aura of the legend that magically steamed up. ….

"It's getting a little troublesome." The Night's Watch exhaled into the roof, "Remember how the name Flamel came from?"

"Of course, the original Nicholas Flamel was born in 1330. Well educated, proficient in Latin and Greek, good at calligraphy and copying."

"He made a living in Paris by selling books and copying articles, and he also took students, taught them to copy and illustrate, and one day suddenly became the most powerful alchemist."

"In the past, nobles often paid him to copy rare manuscripts, so some speculated that he might have copied some kind of alchemical manuscript." Ange said, "Why do you ask this?"

"Your story isn't comprehensive." The Night's Watch shook his head, "My mentor, the last generation of Nicholas Flamel, told me that the life of the first Nicholas was legendary."

"The first half of the first Flamel's ordinary life took a dramatic turn one night, when an angel came to him in a dream and told him that he would receive a magical book that he would have to study and understand thoroughly in order to gain the power of extraordinary wonder."

"This dream came true, and he wrote in his manuscript The Book of Hieroglyphs: I have in my hand an ancient and huge book that I had exchanged for two florins. It is not made of paper or sheepskin, like other books, but of delicate, smooth young bark."

"The cover is tightly wrapped in brass, and it's engraved with words or strange symbols...... It has three groups of seven pages, including the first page, and the seventh page of each group has no text, but on the seventh page of the first group, there is a wand devoured by a serpent."

"This mysterious document is called the Jewish Book of Abraham. The original Flamel spent 21 years gathering information before interpreting it."

"Finally, with the help of a Hebrew scholar, he was able to write at 13@

"Is that really immortal?" Ange asked.

"If he had been immortal, there would be no Flamel of ours today." The Night's Watch spread his hands, "But my mentor has said that when the kingdom of the dead reappears on earth, it will be when he returns."

"Who's coming back?" Ange frowned, "The first Flammel?"

"No, the original Flamel is dead." The Night's Watch looked mysterious, "My mentor has seen him go up and down...... Anyway, I don't know how many generations of Flamel's notes have been up."

"The note says that the angel who appeared in the dream of the original Nicholas and gave him the Jewish Book of Abraham is real."

"What? A real angel?" Ange smiled dumbly, "What is this going on? Assemblies of the Gods? First of all, Odin in Chu Zihang's mouth, and here is another angel."

"Don't laugh, be serious!" The Night's Watch glared, "My mentor doesn't lie!"

"Then you can show me the notes." Ange stretched out his hand.

"Uh...... What's this...... I don't have it in my hands." The Night's Watch softened again, "My mentor thinks my generation is too shameful, and he even said before he died: I think Flamel is extinct in your generation!"

"So he left me with a lot of things until he died."

"Toast him, your mentor can see things as they are." Ange raised his glass to the air.

"Don't interrupt me!" The Night's Watch scolded, "Where did I come from?"

"The angel is coming." Angers reminds.

"yes, the angel is back." The night watchman put on a fanatical expression of adoration, "That angel is the legendary god of alchemy!"

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