Yafogomon, the dominant of time and space, can achieve immortality through potions and psychic magic circles, and at the same time, it is accompanied by killing and madness.

Honestly, it is hard for Hodden not to associate it all with Martygan Stinson, and more importantly, Hodden further reminisces what happened in Viscount Filo's private residence.

Of course, Hoden still lacks enough evidence to connect all the fragments, and speculation can only stay in the speculation stage. But if everything that happened in Viscount Filo's private residence is for immortality, Hoden is the medium of "sacrificial"; at the same time, those deaths and killings are also sacrifices of Aphgomon, then things seem to be able to be pieced together.

However, there are still many questions.

For example, what happened to Samuel?

For example, what role does Mr. Harford's dinner play? What about Southern Orson Company, St. Peter's Inspection Center?

For example, Raos dispersed with the wind, Matigan was unknown, and Viscount Filo was rumored to die. So, who is continuing to execute now?

For example, how much does Count Gustav know? Or what role does he play?

For example, how much radiation does Yafogomon have? Horden, Robben and others have never been affected, or are they affected without knowing it? Nightingale's suicide symptoms do not match Yafogomon's methods, so are there other possibilities?

Even if the speculation "pursuing immortality through Aphgomon" can be established, there are still many doubts that cannot be explained now.

Hoden's intuition believed that Yafogomon might be the truth or not, but it should be more or less involved. He still lacks the most important piece of puzzle, and those messy, trivial, and vague clues are all piled up together simply and roughly, but cannot be quickly sorted out.

Vagically, Hoden seemed to have grasped some clues, but quickly slipped away from his palms - and he was able to confirm that it was not his negligence, but an unknown gap that had not been discovered yet, waiting to be filled, and then all the questions could be connected together.

So, what is the blank?

Unfortunately, "Call from the Abyss" is just a pure folk rumor, and does not list the corresponding magic medicine prescriptions and psychic magic array maps. Otherwise, Hoden could compare the pattern symbols of Viscount Filo's private residence to see if they could be connected.

So far, based on Huoden's knowledge, he still cannot make an accurate judgment. Whether it is a spiritual magic array is indeed a magic array from the perspective of the framework, but it is not surprising. There are too many inexplicable symbols, and there are even many conflicting symbols that cannot be operated at all. Moreover, there are too many symbols that have no meaning or no effect, and there is no way to start deconstructing.

Or, that is a top-level psychic magic array that exceeds the scope of knowledge, for example, is related to the evil god.

Or, that is not a spiritual magic array, nor has it anything to do with the evil god, and Huoden's investigation direction was fundamentally wrong.

However, Hoden's intuition always believed that the evil god should have a close connection, which could be seen from the experience of Nightingale and Isa, but he was not 100% sure now. Is it because the evil god is beyond his knowledge, so when he has no idea, he subconsciously hopes that the answer will be hidden in the unknown, which sends out a wrong intuitive signal, which may not be impossible.

Sometimes, you may not be able to understand yourself 100%.

Despite this, Hoden continued to read seriously. When he suddenly woke up, he realized that the hour hand had been bought at nine o'clock.

Before the book was read, Hoden quickly returned the book to the bookshelf and restored everything back to its original state according to the psychic array.

Originally, Hoden was a little worried that if this was Professor Desimas' hidden bookshelf, his rashness might reveal his true intentions. As a result, he had started to read the books before he could think about it, and now it was too late to regret it.

But thinking about it seriously, Hoden calmed down again.

Professor Desimas did not set up advanced passwords or secret rooms - otherwise, with Professor Desimas' strength, it would definitely not be so easy to expose the target; the hidden bookshelf's psychic array is more like a small level in a treasure hunt game. As long as you are serious enough and careful enough, you can crack it, and then you can open a small treasure, which also means that Professor Desimas doesn't mind anyone reading these books.

At least this is how Hoden judged.

despair.

It’s like turning off the lights, and the bookshelf is back to its original state. When your eyes pass by the bookshelf, you will involuntarily skip it directly here, and you won’t care about what books are placed here, let alone what names those books are.

Then Huodeng turned around and began to pack up his things, but did not bring a book home as usual. Because the amount of information today is really overloaded, and the amount of coldness and fear is getting more and more curious, and there are many things that need to be digested and understood, and there are still many things to think about.

When I got home tonight, Hoden was ready to sort out his thoughts, so he would have no time to read other books.

As for Huoden's principle of laziness, if you can do not carry "heavy objects", try not to carry them. It is only a little bit less burden.

When I pushed open the thick office door, the cold air hit me directly, and a series of goose bumps quickly appeared on the surface of my skin. The rock abyss in November had completely entered a state of winter, and the cold state of deep dew and heavy dew made every cell on my body scream and protest.

Huodeng couldn't help but pull the thick dark gray coat tightly to block the bitter cold wind, and then couldn't help but start to imagine that if he could sit next to the hot pot, cook mutton beef with mutton and beef, and pour the oil and spicy food into his dipping sauce, and stuff the tender and tender tripe into his mouth, the hot taste made his stomach boil, then the deliciousness of the world was at this time.

Huhu.

Huhu.

The cold wind like a blade hit the face, and the steps forward could not help but stagnate for a moment. "Even if it's not a hot pot, a cup of hot cocoa is good." Huoden couldn't help but mutter in a low voice, and then a faint smell of fireworks could be smelled under his nose.

Is there really someone sautéing hot pot?

No, no, it should be barbecue!

Ahhhhh!

Grilled lamb, roasted beef, roasted leek, roasted chicken wings, roasted chicken legs, roasted scallops, roasted shrimp, roasted baby cabbage, roasted bullfrog, roasted stinky tofu... Please serve 50 skewers of roasted lamb first?

The saliva had begun to be secreted, and the greedy worms were protesting strongly. Huodeng couldn't help but sniff his nose and looked over the breath of fireworks. However, under the blue night in his sight, he could only see the lights swaying gently, outlining the outlines of the family, sitting together to resist the cold.

Who is grilling?

It seems that they are fellow fellows. They should sit down face to face and eat skewers together. It is better to have fun alone than to have fun, right?
Chapter completed!