"Dou...dou."

While he was still stunned, the phone was already connected.

"Hey? Why are you again?" The voice over there seemed to be very impatient. "If you have something to say, I'm going to go out soon."

Roland shook his head and forced himself to gather his spirits, "Ah, that's it... I just read this book, and its content is really... "

"Thriller, right?" Gassia seemed to have expected his reaction. "There are basically people who have watched it for the first time, but it is fictional. You won't think about it after a night's sleep."

"Fiction?" Roland frowned, "What do you say?"

"Literally," a mockery came from the receiver. "The Martial Arts Association investigated the volcanic remains claimed by the author, and found that it had been swallowed up by magma two hundred years ago - it was an active volcano, which had not completely calmed down for tens of thousands of years, unless he could predict the future or live for two centuries, without fear of high temperatures and thick smoke."

The other party's answer surprised him. He paused for a while before asking, "So... he compiled the contents in the book?"

"It's true or false. I have never had much interest in archaeology. The master also said that if he hadn't been wearing martial arts clothes and died in the association's library, this book wouldn't have even been included."

"But the association does not know his identity..."

"So the author 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. I heard from my master that the master read through the entire archives for this matter, but it was still in vain?" Garcia replied, "In short, there are so many rumors about this book. Have you finished talking? I'm going to hang up the phone."

"Don't wait--" Roland quickly spoke, "Have you read this book again after you get it?"

He wanted to ask the note directly, but he changed his mouth in the end.

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

"No, nothing... I just want to ask."

"Click." The phone was hung up over there - obviously this almost teasing question made Kassia's patience exceed his limit.

Through the two walls, he could hear the sound of 0827 closing the door.

Roland couldn't help but sigh. If it weren't for the straightforwardness, such a problem would be useless except to increase disgust.

First of all, the book "Reasons for Existence" is only half written, and the red note is likely to be stuck in the blanks of the last few pages. Even if you read it through, you cannot guarantee that you will notice it.

Secondly, I took the shuttle bus when I came back from the association. The seriousness of the time-passing look can be imagined.

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

No - there is definitely not.

According to Kassia's personality, if you have seen it, you will never be indifferent to it.

In this way, these two messages are either pranks or some kind of linkage message.

Roland couldn't help but have the idea of ​​wishing it was a prank.

The latter possibility is too...unbelievable.

Who is this note left for? Whoever finds out will meet with whom, or has a specific goal?

Rationally speaking, he prefers the latter - this book is not a top secret information. Most martial artists have borrowed it because of their fame. It is not surprising that no one finds it, but it is incredible that so many people don’t notice it. Therefore, it is very likely that the note was not in the book at the beginning, but was only recently put in.

But it was this rationality that made him feel creepy.

what does that mean?

It means the dream world - in this illusion conceived by him, someone noticed his difference. It's like when dreaming, a character in the dream suddenly turns around and smiles at you with a hideous smile.

Roland patted his cheek and suppressed the chill in his heart. What's there to be afraid of? He silently extended his life to himself. Not to mention that these are just speculations for the time being. Even if it is true, as long as you leave here, the whole world will stagnate. Who else can threaten him?

Moreover, the message on the note is just waiting for contact, rather than coming to the door on its own initiative, which may also explain some problems.

As for where the Rose Cafe is and what does the God-intentioned world refer to, it should be left to the Taqira Witch to investigate.

He did not forget that there was something to do next.

He looked up at the wall clock on the wall. After confirming the time, he took out the keys he had prepared from the bedroom and closed the door and went downstairs.

In order to explore the memory fragments of the Twin Tower, Roland has done a lot of preparations since the arrival of the Witch Tatchila, such as having a copy of the keys to each resident's door, and purchasing violent lock-opening tools from the Internet - after all, only he can see this "non-existent" memory door, and when he really encounters locked, he can only roll up his sleeves and go up by himself.

If it weren't for the expedition to Gray Castle, this part of the exploration should have been completed long ago.

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

At this time, most people were taking naps. The autumn sun shone lazily, and the entire corridor seemed quiet and peaceful, which was in sharp contrast with the traffic outside the streets and alleys.

He inserted the key into the lock and turned it gently.

The door opened in response to the sound.

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

Perhaps although the Dream World has reserved a place for the devil, it has not corrected some details: such as body odor. In order to cover up its own taste, it has become a last resort to use perfumes in large quantities.

Roland spent two minutes to search the room thoroughly, and after confirming that there was no one, he locked the door. Then he took out the hydraulic shears from his backpack and headed straight to the utility room at the end of the corridor.

This iron door is one of the few locked ones.

As it turns out, although the things connected behind the door are extremely mysterious, the door lock did not show any extraordinaryness in the face of the modification of the Holy Sword of Physics. After a few seconds, the lock was quietly broken into two pieces.

He swallowed and pushed open the heavy door-

Then Roland was attracted by the scene in front of him and his whole eyes were attracted.

He seemed to stand on a bottomless cliff. The cliff top was circular, with a length of at least ten kilometers, almost impossible to see the opposite side at a glance. This strange terrain surrounded a very magnificent lake in the mountains, but what flowed in the lake was not spring water, but dazzling red fog!

The drop between the fog surface and the top is hundreds of meters. When he looks downward, he looks like a flashing red crystal, rich and shaped like a substance. If it weren't for the occasional fog rushing from the bottom and rising up along the strong wind, forming "fog columns" standing in the sky, it would be difficult for him to associate it with the dirty and dark "bloody fog" in his impression.

When those mist columns that are much thicker than castles and are as bright as those of the castle, Roland even appears one after another, standing on the surface of the sun and enjoying the magnificent scene of the boiling coronal flares. However, it does not emit a scorching high temperature. As the height increases, the color of the fog will dim quickly and finally spread into the air, forming a red fog layer that covers the sky and the sun.

And that's not everything he saw.

Around the circular cliffs, there are towering black stone buildings everywhere - most of them are tower-shaped and only differ in details. Because the sunlight is blocked by red fog, the whole world seems particularly dark. Only when there are multiple gushings at the bottom of the Red Mist Lake will these black towers faintly reflect a trace of light.
Chapter completed!