Chapter 51

Du Zheng walked through the interrogation room silently, and Li Xu and Zhao Zhiyan fell to the ground not far apart, both alive. He crept between them, and could feel their steady breathing blowing the dust on the ground.

He raised his hand and expertly sent a cold-glowing fireball up to the ceiling. A new light source replaced the eerie dim blue light of the interrogation room, and the room brightened up in a steady firelight. The obsidian table top reflected a strange light in the middle of the room, and Du Zhengyi only paid a slight attention to the table, and the whispers in his head immediately became louder.

He frowned, recentrating his attention once more, firmly shielding the whispers from his consciousness. He took a few steps forward, careful not to touch the obsidian, the crystal coffin on the long table looked even ominous than the huge obsidian. The coffin made it look like a morgue or an ancient tomb, but he wasn't sure if the depression in his chest came from the crypt or from the ancient souls sleeping in the obsidian.

But when he got closer and took a closer look, he realized that the crystal coffin was not very old, at least there was no way to compare it to the obsidian. Suspecting that the form of the crystal coffin was mimicking some kind of human experimental instrument, he looked up and looked around at the beautiful tapestries hanging on the four walls, which at first glance he thought were in the style of Central Asia, but then he found them much older than his time.

On closer inspection, he saw that the tapestries were telling a complex series of stories. He could make out the sight of the birds landing, the ancient ancestors praying in the temple, and the humans prostrate beyond the sacred mountain, so small that they could barely be ignored. The style of the temple is older than that of the temple in the depths of the cave of the Lonely Mountain, and the shape is somewhat in the shadow of Ramses II, with the shadow of many civilizations. Du Zhengyi didn't think there was anything strange about this, in ancient times, geographical restrictions were not as insurmountable to magicians as they were to humans.

He quickly navigated the stories on the four walls, and the tapestry fully recounted the magician's descent into the world with the Xuanniao, his trials with the devil, and his eventual transcendence of the flesh and his transformation into a god in the temple. The only thing that Du Zhengyi cares about a little is that unlike the general myths and legends in which a person is admired by all sentient beings, in every picture of becoming a god here, it is a group of people who become gods. In the previous scene they hold hands as if praying in unison, and in the next they become gods of the clouds together. However, this thought only passed through his mind, and he did not care about the original metaphors that only these historians would be interested in, but instead probed the composition of the tapestry, delved into the material and year of the tapestry, and soon found a set of contradictory data.

The wool component of the tapestry is a specialty of Shuofang County in the Tang Dynasty, and Qionglin has many items left over from the previous temple, most of which are products of the late Tang Dynasty. Du Zhengyi grew up here and is very familiar with these. This is nothing, but everything will gradually disappear over time, and even careful care of magic can only slow down the process slightly.

So herein lies the problem. The tapestry is an irreproducible Tang Dynasty white felt bottom, but it is too new, unlike an object that has passed through the millennia. The contradiction between material and time may not be noticed by most people, but Du Zheng has always been meticulous. He is very good at finding contradictions, and once contradictions exist, no amount of real details are just lies. A subtle contradiction can puncture the grandest illusion.

Once aware of this, Du Zhengyi immediately withdrew all probes for the nodules in the interrogation room, carefully wrapping all consciousness in the shield. He knew that this ancient interrogation room was densely packed with intricate barriers, layers of locks made of scattered thoughts, like vines that wrapped around the walls of the place. The outermost layer of these illusionary enchantments is the real door lock, and the prisoner simply cannot break through this grand lock and get out of this interrogation room. Even the prisoners could not find even the most basic truth, let alone find a chance to leave.

In other words, if Du Zhengyi is deeply trapped here, he can only ensure that his mind is clear. This premise must be that his body is in good condition, energetic, healthy, and capable of building a shield of the mind. No magician can successfully escape from prison while the interrogation room is activated, unless...... Du Zhengyi thought helplessly, unless there was someone like Luo Qi, the illusion would have almost no effect on him. It never really occurred to him that Rocky couldn't see what the illusion meant, because the most logical answer was undoubtedly the most bizarre.

Du Zhengyi looked around and imagined what he would see from Rocky's point of view, perhaps the origin of things, whether it was a wall made of stone or a cave tamped with loess. He didn't quite know if it was sometimes a good thing to be able to see things as they were, and it was more comforting to be taken into a hole in the earth than to see a glorious vision.

He frowned, anxiety corroding a growing hollow in his chest. He condensed a test tube out of thin air and quickly removed some of the liquid from the crystal coffin. He didn't even want to think about what the crystal coffin was for, and he didn't want to know what Roach looked like now.

He had done all the work of collecting the samples, and then he reluctantly turned back to examine the two men on the ground, he had to decide how to do it, and he had to be quick.

Zhao Zhiyan had a strangulation mark on his neck, which seemed to have been strangled by someone's hand. He didn't think that Luo Qi had so much strength that he could let a second-level execution mage like Zhao Zhiyan let him choke his neck without resistance, that scene was ridiculous to think about. But if this possibility is ruled out, then it can only be guessed that Li Xu and Zhao Zhiyan have turned against each other. If that's the case, the situation is a little funny, it is probably that Zhao Zhiyan cursed the archmage Li Xu into a vegetative man with open eyes, and the vegetative master strangled Zhao Zhiyan half to death.

Du Zhengyi hoped that he could compile a report from this perspective, otherwise, Luo Qi would shock the entire wizarding world, and he would also be lucky enough to get a wanted warrant for most of the wizarding world.

Du Zhengyi fell into thought, but he had never been impatient, and within thirty seconds he knew that he could at least be sure of one thing—that is, he definitely had no time to waste writing a report. The sensing crystal he had left on the underground tunnel alerted him that someone was already heading here.

He stood up, raised his hands, and without hesitation, launched an attack on the two poor men who were lying on the ground, who were already unconscious.