I left work after dinner today. It was raining heavily, and he couldn't find a store that would pay attention to him without walking a long way, so he decided to stay in the park and walk around to get acquainted with the environment. The Fourth Incinerator Park occupies a vast area, and the whole park is a huge machine, and the employees live in it, doing their duty as cogs.

According to what Xiao Ballast and the old man said in the tree, there are only three human cogs in the entire park now, and most areas of the park are uninhabited. The Staff of Light was very particular when it built the Fourth Incinerator, and the building itself was very durable. There was no leakage in such heavy rain. He paid special attention to whether there were any cracks in the beams and columns, and all he found was that the paint on the surface was cracked, and there was no problem with the structure. The corridors and rooms that are not used have been filled with dust that has accumulated over time and has turned into mud, and grass has grown in the cracks of the walls and bricks near the windows. From time to time, you can find old documents on the ground that have been pulped and dried up, sticking to the ground. Crumbling ceiling panels and detached pipes hung overhead, shaking when the wind blew. Rick picks up empty kettles without lids, broken pencils, buttons, and other knick-knacks on the side of the road. There were also rows of tools that were supposed to be on the shelves, which fell to the ground as the wooden shelves decayed and collapsed. These things look like they've been lying there for a long time, tangled in cobwebs.

Wick cleaned up some of the dirt a little and found that some of the tiles had special decorations.

He imagined what it would be like when it was first built thirty-five years ago. It was as if he could see the filthy, dark hallway in front of him being fully illuminated. The walls and floors are shining. Along the side of the wall, about waist-high, there was a long strip of tiles of cats walking, licking, and playing with patterns. The tiles on the floor are marked with the route signs for each work area in floral letters.

There was thunder outside. Through the light of lightning, Xi Ke looked out of the dusty window and saw a jungle-like black shadow, which must have been a beautiful flower garden back then.

Nick took a rag and cleaned the cat tiles on the wall all the way, three-flower, black and white, orange, long-haired or short-haired...... Rick was surprised to find that none of the tile patterns were repeated, and each cat looked and postured differently.

The largest building in the park is the "Main Furnace Building". According to Seal's knowledge of the place, the huge oval-shaped main furnace, several stories high, was hidden there, and the garbage burned in the heart of the furnace, which was hot all year round. The decomposer didn't need to come here, so he just took a stroll while he had nothing to do.

The hearth is closed. Although there is still a walkway to the hearth, the door is sealed. Rick found the door on the first floor.

When he saw the door, he froze.

The door was used as a place where Zuihou was closed during the construction of the main furnace, and the material used was enchanted silver. It wasn't so much a door as a whole plate of enchanted silver that was welded to fill the place, and the piece of silver was still polished, with a small line carved into it at the height of the adult man's chest.

Xi Ke came closer, and it wasn't the door that blanked his head, but the atmosphere of the place as a whole. Around the door there are decorations that are evident to have been added after the entire place has been built: columns made of cement and eaves protruding from the wall at the upper end of the door. On the eaves there are sculptures of several birds, some with their wings folded, some fluttering and ready to take off. A small cement step was also made along the bottom of the door. None of these ornaments are painted, maintaining the gray color of cement. At the bottom of the room, in the corridor, a small room was built around the Silver Gate, and the Silver Gate became its door.

The moment he saw it, he felt that this was a cemetery. He came closer, and saw the silver door inscribed, "May the soul of this lovely son rest in peace Evina Sasson." 」

Rick didn't stay in this place for long, he only stopped for half a minute before leaving.

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He went up to the second floor and found strange footprints in the middle of the muddy dust. The footprint was large, probably stepped on in rain boots. Rick carefully observed the footprints. At first glance, the footprints seemed to stretch in a single row and in one direction towards the end of the hallway, but Rick noticed that there was a subtle blur around the footprints, and there was no mud in the footprints, which was not the same as if they were usually stepped on. If you only step on it once, the dust next to it is so thick that there should be a lot of mud in the footprint range. But the footprints were as clean as the ground that I walked on every day. It's the same person, stepping on the same place every time, walking many, many footprints left behind.

Nick looked in the direction where the footprints extended, where there was a room with a door sign that read "Main Control Room".

Rick stepped on the dust, carefully avoiding the footprints, and walked to the main control room. The door was unlocked, and he pushed it open, blinking at the sudden light.

Every lamp in here has a bulb, and it's all bright, unlike other places where they are all about to go out. The ceiling in this room is three times as high as in a normal room. The room was filled with a host of magic brains the size of a wardrobe. The top half of the three walls is a giant screen mounted on the wall, and the bottom half is a large number of buttons and joysticks, as well as a large row of keyboards that resemble desktops. There is no dust on these keyboards, and the lettering is not worn. The chassis of the Demon Brain host is as smooth as a mirror, and there is no smudge on the screen. There was no dust on the floor, no cracks in the walls, and everything in this room was as clean as new.

Nick entered the room, surprised by the state of the place, and after a turn he realized that the keyboards seemed to be being used, the keys sinking and bouncing on their own, and the levers moving up and down the tracks. Nick looked up at the screen, and there was a text file on the screen, and it was constantly typing out rows and rows of garbled characters.

The fourth incinerator is able to do almost all of its work automatically, so that it can operate with less than three human cogs. However, he didn't think that the mages would make the automatics and let the automatics affect the place where the fourth incinerator should be manually controlled. This place should not be used by people when no one is around.

Rick's heart was furious, and he shuffled his feet back in the direction of the door, but his back touched a hard plane. The door closed.

Xi Ke turned around and grabbed the doorknob and turned it hard, it didn't work, the door was locked! It wasn't made by the old dryad, who always made a sound when he appeared.

The Demon Brain host let out a rapid pressing sound. The file disappeared from the screen, revealing the face of a woman. The screen is constantly jumping, and the noise is like lightning across the screen. Rick recognized the face, the woman he had seen in the paranormal photo. She showed the appearance of squinting daxiao, and then turned into a frowning and pursing her lips and crying, and her expression kept changing. The background is blurred, except for her figure, which is close and farther away, but never far enough to see her whole body, and each image seems to come from a different time and space.

Rick began to feel breathless, indicating that the space was being taken up by something he couldn't see. He had to get out quickly. He pulled out his sacrificial knife and cast a lock spell on the door lock, but it was useless. He cast another spell to break the ghost stuck door, but it still didn't work. He then used the spell to break the elf's lock door, but it didn't work. He nervously looked up at the screen and found a row of bright red letters running by: "My generation, a soulless existence. 」

What is it that has no soul and is haunted?, Rick searched the database in his head, and finally thought of something he had learned in a supplementary school, but had never seen before.

"If there is a wracher, the door will be broken!" Rick shouted a spell in Soni, touching the doorknob with the tip of his knife. The doorknob spun down on its own, and Nick kicked the door open entirely, rushing out of the room and taking a big breath of fresh air.

The moment the door opened, he saw a stocky figure in the corridor outside, with a large number of protruding spikes on his head, which should be made of metal, as if he had long needles stuck in his head. The man stepped backwards on those big footprints, ran backwards faster than the average person ran forward, and in a blink of an eye he turned the corner and disappeared.

Rick pulled his legs and rushed back to his room.

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There was no need to wait for the old tree spirit to come over today, and he locked the door as soon as he entered the room. He sat cross-legged on the ground and pulled out the Dictionary of Magical Terms. This practical reference book published by the National Demon Court contains explanations of all the terminology used by mages. Not only is it very helpful for using spells, it has a hard shell and weighs up to two kilograms, so it can also be used as a throwing weapon with a lot of physical attack power.

Rick opened the book on his lap and followed the index to find the "Spirit".

The book reads: "Spirit: A spirit created by an object that has been or is being used by humans, and resembles a ghost. This kind of thing has never been less in the Fourth Incinerator!"The principle is that the human mind that remains on the objects it uses is a mixture, so it has no soul. Soulless, that's exactly what those guys say!, "It's common to be noisy, moving objects, and so on. If the conditions are suitable, it may also be transformed into an entity. It often appears in places where old objects are concentrated, or in places where human beings have lived for a long time. Such as museums, old castles or old houses. Rick would love to add one more location: the incinerator of magical items that have passed their useful life.

This is the execution ground where a large number of old items are destroyed in a centralized manner! No wonder there is a commotion.

In this way, all the unusual things so far, including the noise at night and the cries for help in the sorting box, have been caused by the spirits. Syck felt he had to learn more about these guys, figure out what they were going to do besides singing and playing percussion. He was going to stay here for four months, and he didn't want to leave with an iron bar stuck in his back.

If he had a round steel mirror in his hand, he would have considered casting a spell to monitor the hallway, but it had already been replaced by him for a pair of cotton trousers.

Now, he's going to have to deal with sleep problems first. He decided to go back tomorrow to gather the materials he needed to cast a large spell, and to deal with it tonight with a small soundproofing spell. Anyway, Sao Ling hadn't rushed into the room for the past two days, and he shouldn't have to worry about soundproofing him being a step slower to react to intruders.

Tick circled the scope of the room, drew the soundproofing range, and went to bed with peace of mind. I look forward to sleeping until dawn tonight.

The soundproofing technique was indeed effective at first, and Xi Ke's consciousness slowly sank into sleep, but I don't know if it was because the spirit was particularly active tonight or for other reasons, the sound was getting louder and louder, and Zuihou was still so noisy that Xi Ke couldn't sleep. He got up and crouched barefoot on the ground to check the spell, and put his hand on the ground to feel the spell fluctuations. Sick was surprised to find that the mana fluctuations were so weak that he could barely feel them, and as Sik probed, they suddenly became weaker, and the spell immediately disintegrated, and the sound of the spirit knocking on the metal outside the door sounded like an explosion.

Rick's eyes widened in disbelief. The spell disintegrates as if the foundations of a fortress had been dug up, losing the most basic support and collapsing. The spell energy that was the basis of the spell was devoured. Syk cast another small spell test, and he kept his hand on the ground to feel it. The spell energy really keeps draining until the spell disintegrates. Rick couldn't find where the energy was going. It reminded him of the situation of the Mini Vicious Mushroom Essence. The reason why the spell he used to bind the mushroom spirit was invalid may have something to do with this effect.

Tomorrow, Rick must find out all these mysteries. He had to get a good night's sleep tonight. Rick walked to the door and kicked hard, yelling, "It's noisy! What the hell is it that you don't sleep in the middle of the night!"

"We're not ghosts!" roared back from a large crowd of different people outside.

"I have to go to work tomorrow, a pile of garbage waiting for me to tear it down, I don't care what the hell you guys are!" Rick kicked the door again, and there was silence outside.

In the most primitive way, he let the spirit dissolve on the spot.