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墨書 Inktalez
"You are very clever," the creature controlled by Nakamura said. "Twenty years ago, he discovered the secrets of the formation. Unfortunately, he chose to destroy it instead of completing it."
We were trapped at the center of the rune array, and any attempt to touch the boundary would trigger a violent energy reaction. Through the mask, I saw the runes spinning counterclockwise, like some kind of countdown device.
"You say my father discovered the secrets of the formation," I fixed my gaze on the creature, "but there are no records of this in the files."
"Of course not," the creature rasped with a laugh. "He wrote down all his discoveries in a special place. Xu Hao, have you ever wondered why the floor of your house always creaked when you were a child?"
The words struck me like lightning. Memories flooded back from twenty years ago: beneath that floor that always made noise, my father would occasionally get up in the middle of the night to write something.
"Beneath the floor," I murmured.
"You're on the right track," Nakamura said, "but unfortunately, your home has already been demolished. However," he pointed in a certain direction within the village, "there is another secret base here."
"Don't listen to him," Kong Yang warned. "He's trying to divert our attention."
But I noticed a hint of uncertainty in Kong Yang's tone when he said this. What did he know?
"Time is running out," Nakamura continued. "But before the ritual begins, I can tell you something interesting. For example, why your father was chosen for his bloodline."
I interrupted him. "No, it was for his research."
Nakamura shook his head. "No, it was for his research into rare blood types. He discovered an astonishing phenomenon: some people's blood changes properties with the phases of the moon. He tried to trace the source of this phenomenon and ended up discovering our experiments."
I recalled the experimental records I had seen in Siberia. "So you targeted him?"
"Quite the opposite," Nakamura said. "He approached us. He wanted the truth; he wanted to understand the nature of this power. And we gave him an opportunity."
As he spoke, he pulled a notebook from within the creature's body and tossed it onto the ground. It was an ordinary work log, but when I opened it, I recognized my father's handwriting.
"On this date," I read softly, "the blood samples exhibited abnormal reactions under moonlight. This phenomenon seems related to some ancient ritual..."
"Keep reading," Nakamura urged. "See how your father gradually approached the truth."
I quickly flipped through the pages. As time progressed, my father's records became more detailed: he discovered special structures in blood, deciphered some ancient symbols, and even sketched diagrams of certain rituals.
But on one page, the records took a dark turn.
"I have discovered a terrifying truth," my father wrote. "They are not conducting scientific research; they are attempting to summon some kind of entity. The sacrifices—the missing children—were all meant to open a door that should never be opened. We must stop them; otherwise..."
The ink smeared over the rest of the content, but I noticed a small line in the corner of the page: "The key lies in Direction. Remember: Zi Wu Yin You, mutual generation."
"Direction?" I looked at the runes on the ground. They were now spinning faster, and energy fluctuations were growing stronger.
Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind as I re-examined the arrangement of runes: if I analyzed the entire formation by rows...
"I found it!" I pointed at several key points; these runes represented nodes of power along specific lines. Their positions corresponded to several buildings in the village.
"And," Zhou Jing added to my thoughts, "the construction dates for these buildings were all during noon!"
Honda Miho flipped through her data excitedly. "Each node was established at specific times! This isn't just a simple array; it's a time device!"
At that moment, the runes beneath our feet burst forth with a dazzling light. The ground began to shake, and a tremendous force of suction emanated from the center.
There was no time left; Nakamura laughed heartily, "The door is about to open!"
But I had already grasped the hints left by my kin. If this was a time-based device, there had to be a pattern to follow. The most crucial pattern was hidden within those words: "Action begets life." I looked at the notes in my hand, and something clicked.
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