Mystery: The Lamp God's Path To Freedom Chapter 51

On Backlund's Sunday, it was after six o'clock in the afternoon.

A young man in a tuxedo suit and a half-height silk top hat, carrying a large suitcase, walked out of the Backlund steam train station.

This is exactly Klein who just arrived in Backlund, the Land of Hope.

The sky was dark and foggy.

The cold air seems to be magically attacking the pedestrians without the protection of the fireplace.

He closed the map in his hand, held it in his left hand together with the newspaper, lifted the suitcase in his right hand, and walked towards the subway entrance.

Just as he was approaching the entrance that looked like the gate of a department store, Klein noticed two street lamps on either side of the door.

One of them has the same shape as the street lamp on the street just passed. It has a black metal grid and a glass covered with thin dust. The orange light shines through, conveying a meager warmth to the homeless travelers.

The other one has a peculiar shape, not like a street lamp at all, but rather like the kind of art statues that are specially placed outside landmark buildings to show a sense of luxury.

Where there should have been a gas lamp, it was a golden-yellow oil lamp with a strange shape. It had a long spout on one side, a delicate handle on the other, and a pagodshaped lamp cover on its bulging belly.

It is like a serious street lamp, emitting a soft light, only illuminating a not far area.

The shape of this street lamp is quite unique, but it is a little small and does not look very harmonious. Hmm... It's made of brass, so I'm not afraid of being stolen. Backlund is really a big city.

Klein thought to himself, but he didn't particularly care. He passed through the gate without stopping, and followed the sparse flow of people to the ticket office.

Take the subway to the scheduled destination, Chowood District, get out of the subway, and take a rental carriage to No. 17 Minsk Street, where there is a house for rent.

After knocking on the door, he entered the living room of Mrs. Somer's house. The warm air made Klein feel at ease.

He was politely let Mrs. Summer to the sofa, and the maid served black tea in time.

In a comfortable atmosphere, Klein looked around the entire living room.

He saw the Bogu shelf in front of the wall where the oil paintings were hung in the living room. In the well-proportioned grids, there were red wine, statues, plates painted with bright colors and complex patterns and other decorations.

Suddenly, in a grid, he saw a small and delicate oil lamp of simple golden yellow.

Is this an antique?

Why do I feel so familiar.

Ah, at the subway entrance near the Backlund steam train station, there was an identical gas lamp in the shape of an oil lamp.

Is Backlund popular with oil lamps for decoration?

Klein vaguely felt something unusual, but he couldn't do a divination in front of Mrs. Summer.

Would you like to borrow the bathroom from Mrs. Summer?

While chatting with Mrs. Somer, Klein settled on the renting of the 15th next door.

Declining Mr. Summer's invitation to dinner, Klein walked out of Summer's house and came to the next door. He was about to take out the key and open the door.

Suddenly, he felt something beside his feet, and when he looked down, an old golden oil lamp was lying quietly on the ground.

"Shuh", Klein jumped out all of a sudden, cold hairs stood on end, and cold sweat broke out all at once.

What is this?

It has been following me?

Klein's thoughts were surging in his mind, and his spiritual intuition had already told him that the oil lamp on the ground was the same as Mrs. Summer's house and the subway gate.

He stared straight at the oil lamp on the ground, his muscles were tense, he was highly concentrated, and was ready to deal with accidents at any time.

However, the oil lamp just lay silently on the ground, no evil power pervaded, no terrible curse, and nothing happened to the surrounding things.

Except that it is not stained with dust, it is no different from the most common oil lamp, as if someone else randomly discarded it here.

While staring at the oil lamp on the ground, Klein carefully checked his mental, spiritual, psychological and physical state, and found that there was nothing abnormal at all.

What's the matter, how did it keep up with me? I haven't done anything special, and I've never been to a special place.

Why does it follow me? Is it just because I was unlucky and just happened to be selected by it?

As soon as he thought of it, Klein couldn't help but fear the quill that arranged the fate of him and his companions, thought of the captain, and thought of everything about Tingen.

He couldn't help shaking his head slightly, as if to shake these sorrows out of his mind, but an exaggerated smile appeared on his face.

He forced his thoughts to return to his eyes.

How should I deal with the oil lamp on the ground that is obviously abnormal but pretends to be normal?

Don't care about it? Just let it follow?

No, no, no, it's too dangerous, if it bursts out of any harm, I might die cleanly, if it takes a long time for the ability to take effect, then I might die silently, incomprehensible .

Renting somewhere else? Switch to other regions and avoid it?

No, it's not a matter of wasting the rent you just paid, let's not say whether it will follow me strangely, even if it abandons me because of the distance, what about the people around it~www.mtlnovel.com~ it I can still try my best to find a way to solve it. If it directly harms the ordinary people in this area, what will they do?

If you encounter a problem, solve it as soon as possible, and you cannot escape.

Or should I send it to the church? Bring in more powerful forces to solve it.

However, now I am not only a wild Beyonder, but also a dead person who absolutely cannot appear in front of the Nighthawks. My identity is not visible. If I go directly to the church, I am afraid that I will never return.

Secretly sent to the door of the church? No, no church does not have a method similar to divination, and I will also be exposed, found, and investigated.

After all, ordinary people wouldn't pick up an oil lamp without any strange performance and secretly send it to the church.

Of course, being entangled in a strange oil lamp is indeed enough for ordinary people to run to the church in fear to seek help, but that's the problem, I can't stand the investigation.

Klein carefully observed it, pondered it over and over, and finally decided to pick it up and take it back to the room.

The oil lamp was cold to the touch, with a brass texture. It was covered with mysterious and complex patterns. When he looked at it carefully, he suddenly felt dazzled and confused. Klein quickly looked away.

Closing the door, before there is time to organize and clean, put this oil lamp on the coffee table in the living room.

He skillfully arranged the wall of spirituality, then took four steps backwards and recited the mantra.

He intends to divination the oil lamp above the gray fog.

The reason why he didn't take the oil lamp above the gray fog to do the divination was because he was worried that wrapping this object of unknown origin with a spiritual body would lead to unpredictable dangers.

He believed that above the gray fog, the image of the tool was enough to divination its origin.

After all, this item was placed in front of him, and he had just touched it.

Chapter end