"Dut...... Backbite. ”

While he was still stunned, the phone had been answered.

"Hey, why are you again?" the voice on the other side looked impatient. "Something to say, I'm going out soon. ”

Roland shook his head, forcing himself to gather his spirit, "Ah, that's it...... I just read this book, and it's a bit ......."

"Horror, right?" Garcia seemed to anticipate his reaction, "It's basically the same for people who watch it for the first time, but it's fiction after a good night's sleep, and you won't think about it after a good night's sleep." ”

"Fictional?" Roland frowned, "How?"

"Literally," a mockery came from the earpiece, "the Martial Arts Association investigated the remains of the volcano claimed by the author, and found that it was swallowed up by magma two hundred years ago—it was an active volcano, and although it had not erupted, it had not completely subsided for tens of thousands of years. Unless he can predict the prophet, or live for two centuries, and at the same time be afraid of heat and smoke. ”

He was surprised by the other party's answer, and paused for a while before asking, "So...... He made up everything in the book?"

"True or not, I've never had much interest in archaeology. The master also said that if he hadn't actually worn martial arts clothes and died in the association's library, the book wouldn't have even been included. ”

"But the association doesn't know his identity......"

"So the author himself is more famous than the book, which can be regarded as an unsolved mystery of the association. But don't think you can figure it out, listen to my master, the whole archive was rummaged through for this matter, and in the end, it still won't be over?" Garcia replied, "Anyway, that's all there is to say about this book, are you done?" I'm going to hang up. ”

"Don't, wait—" Roland hurriedly said, "when you get the book...... Have you seen it again?"

He wanted to ask directly about the note, but eventually changed his tune.

"I flipped over on the way back, what's wrong?"

"No, nothing...... Just wanted to ask. ”

"Click. The phone was hung up—apparently an almost teasing question that had pushed Garcia's patience beyond the limit.

From both walls, he could hear 0827 closing.

Roland couldn't help but sigh lightly, if it wasn't straight to the point, such a question would be of no use except to increase disgust.

First of all, the book "Raison d'être" is only halfway written, and the red note is likely to be sandwiched between the last few pages, and even reading through it is not guaranteed that you will notice it.

Secondly, I came back from the association and took the shuttle bus, which seemed to pass the time casually and looked at its seriousness.

No matter how the other person answered, it was impossible to tell that she had seen the note.

No—yes, definitely.

According to Garcia's character, if she saw it, she would never be indifferent to it.

In this way, these two comments are either pranks or some kind of joint message.

Roland couldn't help but have a thought at this time that he would rather it be a prank.

The latter may also be too ...... It's unbelievable.

Who is this note for, who is it for, who is it to meet when it is discovered, or does it have a specific goal?

Rationally speaking, he prefers the latter - this book is not a top-secret material, most of the martial artists have borrowed it because of its fame, it is not surprising that one person did not find it, but it is strange that so many people did not notice it. So it's very likely that the note wasn't in the book in the first place, but was only recently put in.

But it was this kind of rationality that made him feel creepy.

What does this mean?

It means that in the dream world, this fantasy world conceived by him, someone notices his difference. It's like when you're in a dream, and someone in your dream suddenly turns around and smiles at you.

Roland patted his cheek and suppressed the chill in his heart, what is there to be afraid of, he silently renewed his life, don't say that these are just speculations for the time being, even if it is true, as long as he leaves here, the time of the whole world will stand still, who else can threaten him?

And the message on the note is only waiting to be contacted, rather than actively coming to the door, which may also be telling.

As for where the Rose Cafe is, and what the divine will means in the world, it is better to leave it to the Tachira Witch to find out.

He hadn't forgotten that there was something to be done next.

Looking up at the wall clock on the wall, after confirming the time, he took out the key that had been prepared from the bedroom, closed the door and went downstairs.

In order to explore the fragments of memory in the building, Roland has done a lot of preparations since the arrival of the Tajira Witch, such as matching a copy of the key to each resident's door, and buying a violent lockpicking tool from the Internet - after all, only he can see this "non-existent" memory door, and if he really encounters a lock, he can only roll up his sleeves and go on it himself.

If it weren't for the expedition to Grey Keep, this part of the exploration would have been completed a long time ago.

Roland went down to the fifth floor and quickly found room 0510.

At this time, most people are taking a nap, and the autumn sun shines on people's lazy bodies, and the whole corridor seems quiet and serene, in stark contrast to the traffic outside the alley.

He inserted the key into the latch and turned it slightly.

The door opened.

A strange scent suddenly poured into his nose, causing him to involuntarily hold his breath.

Presumably, although the dream world has reserved a place for the devil, it has not corrected some details: such as body odor. In order to mask their own smell, the use of perfume in large quantities has become a last resort.

Roland searched the room thoroughly for two minutes, locked the door after making sure that no one was there, then took out the hydraulic shears in his backpack and went straight to the utility room at the end of the hallway.

This iron gate is one of the few that has been locked.

As it turned out, despite the mystery of what was connected behind the door, the door lock didn't show any extraordinariness in the face of the Physics Sword modification. After a few seconds, the lock silently broke in two.

He swallowed and pushed open the heavy door—

Then Roland was drawn to the sight before him.

He seemed to be standing on a bottomless cliff, the top of the cliff was in a ring, and the length was more than ten kilometers, and it was almost impossible to see the opposite side at a glance. This strange terrain encloses a magnificent mountain lake, but instead of springs, it is a dazzling red mist that flows through the lake!

The difference between the fog and the top is hundreds of meters, and when the probe looks down, it looks like a shimmering red crystal, rich as substance. If it weren't for the occasional fog rushing up from the bottom and going straight up with the strong wind, forming "pillars of fog" that stood in the sky, it would be difficult for him to associate it with the dirty and dark "bloody fog" in his impression.

When columns of fog that were much thicker than castles and as bright as molten steel appeared, Roland even felt like he was standing on the surface of the sun, admiring the magnificent scene of the coronal flares boiling. However, it does not emit unbearable heat, and as it grows in height, the color of the fog will quickly fade, and finally spread into the air, forming a layer of red fog that obscures the sky.

And that's not all he sees.

The circular cliffs are surrounded by towering blackstone buildings – mostly in the form of towers, differing only in the details. The world was darkened by the red mist, and only when there were multiple gushes at the bottom of the red mist lake did these black towers faintly reflect a glimmer of light.

It's like a dense forest of stone carvings.