Chapter 1115

Dinner time was 9 p.m. because of falling out with Caroline and his wife, Nick had to go to the kitchen to make one or two sandwiches, one by one with Chen ang, sit at the small table in the room and simply solve his dinner.

The small dining table is not big. When they sit at both ends and put a mirror in the middle, they occupy all their positions!

Nick took a deep bite of the sandwich, took a bite of sour cucumber and swallowed it.

"I won't ask why you have to set up a mirror when we eat." Nick said vaguely, biting his sandwich. "When shall we go to see the excitement?"

"Ah!" Chen ang raised his head and looked at a loss.

Nick said silently, "you asked me to install the mirror. Don't say you forgot. I hid the mirror in all kinds of places they absolutely didn't expect. It will be late at night soon. If there is something in the mirror, there will be fun downstairs!"

After eating, Chen ang wiped his hands on the napkin next to the table and said, "don't worry... In order to know more about the things in the mirror, we might as well play a few games first!"

Nick said, "what game?"

"It's not popular in the United States, but in Asia, our mystical culture is very popular to communicate with the dead... It's not your psychic communication. The United States believes more in professionals. In Asia, we usually invite some friends to explore the secrets of ghosts and gods... In this regard, we are full of adventure spirit, commonly known as death!"

"Let's play a very popular game in East Asian cultural circle this time!" Chen ang took out a piece of paper and a pen and put them on the table.

"Pen fairy!"

"Pen fairy?" Nick repeated the English translation of "pen Fairy". He didn't know what terrible Elves were. In European and American cultural circles, elves refer to naughty creatures like Peter Pan.

"The dead divination!" Chen ang changed an interpreter.

"The rules are like this. Generally speaking, before the game, we need to carry out some cumbersome rituals, such as preparing tribute, calling the dead and attaching to this pen. However, because the dead we need to call this time are very active, these rituals are not necessary."

"Now, we write two words on the paper, yes and No. after the release of divination, we will hold the pen together, and then ask a question. Where the nib moves is the answer given by the dead spirit." Chen ang wrote two words on the paper, then held the pen in one hand and put the nib in the middle of the paper.

"That's right!" Chen ang took a black cloth and covered his hand. "I temporarily improved the game. During the game, our hand with a pen will be covered under a black cloth."

"Strange East Asian divination game!" Nick muttered.

But he still stretched out a hand and held the pen with Chen ang. The atmosphere was suddenly embarrassed. They were silent for a moment. Nick said, "did your game consider this situation?"

Chen Ang's face was a little strange: "this game is usually played by little girls in school. The creator of the game doesn't seem to take into account the size of black hands. You can hold the pen holder with two fingers!"

When Chen ang finished, he bent his index finger and middle finger and pinched the lower end of the pen holder. Nick pinched the upper end with the side of his thumb and index finger. At this time, a cold, slender hand suddenly touched it and grabbed the middle end of the pen holder. Chen ang and Nick watched the end of the black cloth close to the mirror begin to bulge.

It's like the man in the mirror put out a hand and put it in.

"I think we can start divination now!" Nick cleared his throat. "I want to know if the Holy Shield knows where the fifth seal is?"

As soon as the voice fell, the pen holder didn't move like a mountain, and the hand didn't seem to move the pen holder at all.

But after a while, the nib began to move slowly, and Nick felt a force pulling the nib to the position of No.

Nick suddenly slapped heavily with his right hand, stood up and said angrily, "you're moving the tip of the pen. I see you're trying! This divination game is a scam..."

Chen ang patted the table, stood up and said loudly, "because you need to ask a question it knows, fool!"

Nick was furious: "what I need is the answer to a question I don't know. If it can't even answer this, it's a ghost divination. What's the use of it?"

"It's just a dead soul. Don't ask it such a question that the supreme mage can't see the answer with time gemstones! You're so awesome, why don't you ask the omniscient God?" Chen ang said: "it only knows what happened in this house, don't be a difficult home, okay?"

Nick then sat down, continued to cover the black cloth and asked, "are you the one killed by the wizard?"

As soon as this sentence fell, the hand began to exert slight force. It pulled the pen tip in one direction, but Nick held the pen and exerted force on his hand. The pen holder seemed to take root. He was pulled and stayed in place. The hand pulled it twice and found that he couldn't move it, so he began to pull the pen holder with more force.

Now it uses far more strength than ordinary men.

However, Nick has plenty of strength. He can't hold two tons of brute force transformed by an infinite formula. He pinches it to death. He lets that hand pull it, and the nib is towering.

Chen ang couldn't see it anymore. He looked up at Nick and said, "are you in a tug of war?"

"Give me some respect for the pen fairy... It's almost crying!"

Nick loosened his hand and moved the nib to the yes position with that hand. He sincerely replied, "I just want to test its power... Although these dead have no entity, they have great power, which is equivalent to a trained boxer. They are heavyweight boxers... Big men!"

Chen ang sighed helplessly. He took out a small box from behind and took out a armor part with an engine - the kind commonly used by stark, with jet thrusters in the palm and gloves with small compensation engines in all directions.

"The parts of the war suit for Miss Boz!" Chen ang explained to Nick, "I happen to have it with me and am going to take it to the God spear for maintenance!"

Chen ang put on his machine armor gloves, held the pen pole and made an invitation gesture to Nick: "come on, continue!"

"Are the Carolines in this house the wizards who killed you?" Nick continued.

This time, under the threat of Chen ang holding a mecha glove, Nick didn't hold the pen again, but he began to shock the hand with the electric shock Bracelet produced by the s.h.i.e.l.d. with high-voltage discharge. The chirping electric current sounded on the pen held by three hands, and the dazzling electric current radiated from the pen tip - what a Tesla coil reaction.

Chen ang had to use a hedge current to make Nick convulse.

Watching the pen stay in the yes position again, he began to have a burning smell on his body. Nick, whose hair stood up close to his scalp and twitched from time to time, got up from under the table and said, "it's not afraid of electricity! It may not respond to energy attack."

Ask again, "are those two wizards black servants who used to serve bankers?"

Chen ang, wearing Edelman alloy gloves, watched the high-energy laser pass through his hand. The shell of Edelman alloy was sparking. The black cloth had been cut full of holes by the laser. Nick's five fingertips had a small laser generator, and his right hand held the ink mirror on the bridge of his nose.

"It won't be hurt by the laser... So why don't they come out during the day?"

Nick looked a little dignified.

If that kind of thing is intangible, will not be physically hurt (Nick has just confirmed with a knife), will not be hurt by current, and is not afraid of laser, then most scientific and technological means will not work on it, and that thing has the power comparable to Hercules, can directly interfere with reality by physical means, and has a certain degree of wisdom, If there are some special means, it will be a very difficult enemy.

"From a scientific point of view... Yes, day only means that the earth can accept the sun's light, but from a mystical point of view... Day is not that simple, it has some special implications." Chen angdao.

"The three elements of mysticism -- timing, symbol and ceremony."

"Some willful witchcraft and magic, symbols in the conceptual sense are very important. What they need is a metaphysical concept formed subjectively on matter, a product of human consciousness reflecting reality, some elements in Informatics, some... Concepts!"

"Yes, they can't come out during the day because most people fear darkness, because when human genes spread, they remember some fears of night predators in their genes. Those humans who fear darkness survived, and the genes they carry for fear of darkness also passed down."

"So, compared with the night, people think the day is safe!"

"Light and fire can give them a sense of security."

"So we have the concept of safety during the day. People's consciousness gives it the meaning of safety. Therefore, when facing something, it can protect us!"

Nick said: "but it gives a lot of images to the concept of protection and security. I just tried with the cross. It is completely not afraid of the cross..."

Chen ang replied, "the 'spirit' formed by different cultural concepts has different ways to deal with it. As the saying goes... Believe it, there is, and don't believe it, there is nothing. Voodoo uses red brick powder to defend enemies, Catholicism believes that salt can exorcise evil spirits, Japan believes in Tibetan king Bodhisattva, and China uses cinnabar to restrain ghosts."

"Ghosts born of a culture can only be dealt with by this unique concept of culture."

"Take the sacred things of foreign countries to drive away the evil of our own country. Take the sword of foreigners and cut off the officials of our Dynasty. How can this be true?"

"If you want to know why the ghosts here can't be expelled with Catholic Holy objects, ask those wizards how to create these ghosts?"

Chen ang turned and asked the pen fairy, "do you want revenge?"

No one held the pen upright on the paper. Under the control of an invisible force, the tip of the pen slowly moved to "yes".

Chen ang asked Nick to go first. He grabbed the pen and came to the door. He turned his back to the room, threw the pen back, and there was silence behind him.

Chen ang smiled and walked downstairs.

Nick waited for him in front. He heard Chen Ang's footsteps. As soon as he wanted to turn back, he was held down by Chen ang. Chen ang whispered, "don't turn back! Go ahead... Meet our two great wizards. We have to tell them... Their good friends have come to see them!"