After talking, the two exchanged goodnight in the hallway and then went back to their rooms to rest.Bertha lay in bed and couldn't sleep all night, and Jobron seemed to give her more hope than hiring an expedition.Until the sun slowly rose in the east, Bertha sighed and got up from her bed.With some trepidation, she walked out of the room.After a basic wash, she descended the stairs."
Yo, good morning."
Jobron was already seated at the edge of the bar, where there were some documents and materials, and what seemed to be something being written.He didn't raise his head, just lowered his head and said softly."
Good morning, why are you up so early?"
Bertha asked curiously, and sat down beside Jot Brown."
Set some small plans, and you can't afford to waste the remaining days."
Jobron moved the sketched plan to Bertha, but there were some words on it that Bertha didn't understand."
Okay, but I'd suggest you talk to the rats, the journey may not go as planned.Have you had breakfast?
If you haven't already, I'll get you some cereal to eat?
”Bertha asked, and then walked into the back kitchen."
Okay."
Jobbuterrand replied briefly.He had heard voices outside the bar door, and a panting man seemed to be standing outside the door.Jobuterrand stood up and opened the door, but the people outside the door were rats who had arrived early."
Good morning, sir."
When the mouse saw that the man who opened the door was Joberland, he bowed respectfully."
Come in."
Jobuterron said unceremoniously.Jobbuterrand glanced at the large bags and small bags that the rat was carrying, and several of them were tightly wrapped."
Got all the equipment?"
Jobuterron gestured to the chair next to the bar and motioned for the mouse to sit down and rest for a while."
Well, I've bought most of them, and I've found a replacement for some of the ones I can't buy.Damn the Environmental Protection Bureau, you have to register your real name to buy an icebreaker axe, so I went to several stores to get a few that worked. ”The rat sat down and complained to Joberland."
Don't worry, drink saliva."
Jobuterron walked to the back of the bar, picked up a wooden cup, took a glass of water, and pushed it in front of the mouse."
Thank you, sir."
The mouse took it and drank it with a clatter, and after putting down the cup, he rolled up his sleeve and wiped the sweat drops from his forehead."
Now it's getting stricter, a lot of things are restricted, and I've heard that the Environmental Protection Agency seems to be patrolling the vicinity of Katla and forbidding people to go up the mountain without permission.My lord, I don't think it will go well. ”There was a hint of melancholy on the mouse's face, hoping that the news would not cause displeasure to the big man in front of him.When Chobuterron heard this, he pondered for a while and then waved his hand."
It's okay, this kind of trivial matter should be within my purview.It's because I didn't think it through, and if I gave you my credentials, you wouldn't have to run a few places. ”"My lord, you don't know, this is the hardest thing to do.You can't buy it in the market. ”The rat leaned his head over and slyly pointed to a large package that lay on the ground."
Oh?
What did you get?
Let me guess, nitroglycerin?
”Jo Butron teased with a smile on his face."
Well, I can't get nitroglycerin, it's just some black powder for blasting."
The mouse scratched its head in embarrassment, but immediately replied, "Hey, my lord, how did you guess?"
I've wrapped them so tightly. ”"Is it hard to guess the shape, the weight, and the powder of the charcoal on the outside of the cloth bag?"
Jobuterron gently patted the mouse on the shoulder."
Put these things in the room first, I have to go to the police station.Have you eaten?
If you haven't already, I'll ask Bertha to get you some cereal. ”After that, Jobbutran pointed upstairs, and the mouse took the initiative to lead all kinds of luggage up, and replied, "I have already eaten, my lord, as you arrange." ”Jot Brown nodded slightly, and buried his head in eating the cereal that Bertha had brought out.It was filled with some sgels and fruit slices, and it was a hearty breakfast."
Thank you for your hospitality, and I'll see you later."
Howbuterrand had hastily eaten and stood up, by which time the rat had carried all his luggage upstairs, and if these things were left outside, they would have been fatal to some reckless drinker."
My lord, where are we going today?"
The mouse asked respectfully as he bent over."
You don't need to call me an adult, just call me Chobutron.Let's go to the police station. ”Jobuterron put on a hat to shade the sun and said casually."
Yes, Mr.
Jobutron."
Despite Jobron's indifference, the rat still chooses to use honorifics, which is a heartfelt awe.The two walked slowly on the docks of the harbor, while Jot Brown walked ahead."
Mr.
Chobutron, this direction is not the way to the police station."
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The mouse reminded."
I know, I'm just telling you something I should know."
Jobuterron found a pier with which the gondoliers tied the rope, patted the ash on it, and sat down.He looked at the calm sea, flying carefree seagulls, waiting without a word for the rats to tell the secret of their family's destruction.The rat struggled for a moment, then sighed."
Mr.
Jobutron, our family was originally geoarchaeologists.My father, my brother and I all studied at the University of Iceland, Department of Geology and Archaeology.1 On the surface we are doing archaeological work, but in reality ...Our family was able to make a living by selling cultural relics. ”Hearing this, Chobuterron frowned and asked, "This is not reasonable, archaeology, especially geoarchaeology, should have a lot of subsidies to support."
Each project can be approved in Germany for at least 2,000 gold marks. ”The rat shook his head helplessly, "The allowance does exist, but it can't fall into the hands of us grassroots."
The head of the department lives a happy life of drinking wine and hugging beautiful women every day, and we...In the toughest of times, we had to take this path to the black market. ”"Is it embezzlement?
It's a problem that exists all over the world.Hehe.But that's why you're sourcing black powder, go on. ”Jobuterron sneered twice, now that he knows, he has to deal with it."
My father took my two brothers and us on an archaeological trip, and we had a terrible accident.In the end, I was the only one who came back alive. ”The rat recalled the memory that had plunged him into despair and covered his face sadly."
Accidents?
Demolition mistake or attack by wild animals?
”Jobuterron sensed that something seemed wrong, so he first tested it with the usual surprises."
No, there were no problems with the blasting.We have also prepared measures to deal with wild animals, and our family is still very experienced in surviving in the wild. ”The mouse bit his lip and said with some gritted teeth, "It was an exploration of the tomb at the southern end of Vatnajökull Icefield, which is located directly below the glacier lagoon.That's right, it was actually a tomb robbery.We dodged many traps, crossed many dangerous places that ordinary people could not pass, but we stayed in an empty hall. ”"What's in the hall?"
Jobbuterrand asked curiously."
Countless ice crystals like diamonds, hovering over the ceiling.When we looked up, we saw that the ceiling of the tomb was a single block of ice connected to it.When you enter the hall, you can feel the chill and humidity seeping through the glacier lagoon above.Behind these beautiful beauties lies a great horror that I will never forget for the rest of my life.By the way, the entire hall is arc-shaped, even the ice coffin in the middle. ”The rat's hands trembled as he finished speaking."
Mr.
Jobutron, I have never told anyone the rest of the story, for I am afraid that others will treat me as crazy.Will you too?
”The mouse asked with expectant eyes looking at Jobbuterrand, who was sitting on the pier."
Don't worry, I've seen more horrors than you can imagine."
Jobuterrand pulled out a box of his own cigarettes from his bosom, lit one and handed it to the mouse.The rat took it and exhaled deeply, "The murals around are painted with some obscure patterns, and they look very, very old.The frescoes record some animals that we have never heard of, worshipping something like a starfish, and hiding some tentacles with eyes in the shadows.The tentacles rolled towards the creatures in the frame, tearing them apart, and the starfish-like objects showed rage and fought back at the tentacles.The final picture is a ruined city, submerged in snow and ice.Stone taken from the rock face shows that it is more than a billion years old.Ridiculous, right?
A billion years ago, where did human civilization come from?
Hehe. ”The rat laughed self-deprecatingly, and felt that what he had said was utterly ridiculous."
But it's true.Because those murals aren't something left over from humans, right?
”Jot Brown also lit a cigarette for himself, and said with some vicissitudes as he looked at the calm sea."
Hahahaha, worthy of Mr.
Tubtrand, what you said is not wrong at all.At first our employer just told us to go and take out a crystal from the tomb, a purple crystal, and according to the rules, we couldn't ask, and we didn't dare to ask.Who would have thought that such a simple job would make a sure profit of 2,000 ISK.Hahahaha, the thing that left the mural is still alive.Like a ghost guarding the tomb, waiting for the intruders and tearing them apart. ”The rat laughed maniacally and shed sad tears.Jobuterron didn't make a sound, but let the man with a rough fate cry for a while.After a while, after the rat's emotions calmed down, Jobbuterrand asked, "The emotions that have been suppressed in my heart feel much better after the catharsis, right?"
”"Well, Mr.
Jobtron has been delayed."
The mouse wiped away his tears and said with some guilt."
Okay, another cigarette?"
Jobron threw his burned cigarette butt into the sea and asked casually.The mouse waved his hand to indicate that it was no longer needed, and continued, "In the middle of the hall is a coffin made of black ice, which I am sure is black ice that will not melt for thousands of years.And the statue we were looking for at that time should be inside.When I was completely prepared, my father and my brother went up to open the coffin, and the horrible thing came out. ”"Is it a starfish, or is it a tentacle?"
Jobuterrand immediately asked."
Lying in the coffin of black ice was a starfish, which looked more than two meters tall, and its body resembled a huge spindle-shaped vat, with starfish-like appendages at the top and bottom of its body.It resembles both a plant and an animal, and if it were discovered by paleontologists, it would surely be amazingly appreciated by the academic community. ”The mouse said helplessly."
Is the starfish alive or dead?"
Jobuterrand frowned, feeling that things did not seem to be simple."
Alive, the crystal that our employer needs is in its mouth.It seems to be very upset and angry by our disturbance, as if we had disturbed its plans.After it got up from the ice coffin, it fluttered its umbrella-like tentacles restlessly, as if it wanted to lock itself in the ice coffin again and continue to sleep, but a mutation occurred.In the ice coffin appeared gray smoke, which I saw with my own eyes.It was smoke out of thin air.Three hideous heads poked out of the smoke, their vicious gaze fixed on us, and the target of its hunt for years: the starfish-like monster.I swear that thing with three heads must be our legendary Garm, the Greek myth of Kerberus.It easily tore the starfish monster to shreds, and by the way, my father and brother were also torn apart in front of me.Like a coward, I kept backing and backing and sticking my body to the edge of the arc-shaped hall.I remember the way it looked at me, hollow and evil, but instead of killing me, it returned to the gray mist.It cruelly left me alone in this world.That's my story, Mr.
Jobuterrand. ”With that, the mouse turned to look at Jobron's face.Jobuterrand turned his head and looked directly into the mouse's eyes, and in his eyes there was sincerity in addition to the red tendons that appeared because of his sorrow."
I believe in you.Hounds, hehe, it's getting more and more complicated. ”Jobrunt remembered the painting hidden in the underground archives of the city of Umur."
Hounds", an oil painting by the young painter Freya, depicts three helpless men facing a three-headed dog from the fog.2 "Let's go, go to the police station, I guess I have to run somewhere." ”With that, Jobron stood up, patted the ash that had fallen on him, and extended his hand to the mouse sitting on the ground.Is all this a coincidence?
Or is it fate?
Tubtrand didn't know, but he would find out, even if it cost him.