In a luxurious study room.

Mrs. Northon brewed a pot of tea, and the tea fragrance lingered.

She asked Ah Hao's recent situation with kindness.

After chatting about family matters, she asked, "How did you see that door? That door that I can't see."

"Can't you see it?"

"Yes, that door seems to be the only one you can see."

After hesitating for a while, Ah Hao said, "Actually, I smelled it."

“Smell?”

“Well. I have an innate sense of smell.

"When I was pushing the door, I suddenly smelled the fragrance coming from behind. After I found it, the door suddenly appeared in front of me."

"...In my spiritual sense, your door has an indescribable sense of oppression. I feel... it is not a door that mortals can push open. But if you haven't pushed open the door, how can you transcend mortals?"

"That is, I'm stuck in a loop without solution?"

"I won't talk about this anymore, Ah Hao. I have a gift to give to you, hoping it will make you feel better."

Mrs. Northon took out a beautiful box from the desk drawer and handed it to him.

"No, Grandma Northon."

"Just treat it as a thank you for speaking with me, the old woman, and take it. Come and talk to me more in the future."

Ah Hao, who had already thought of flying away, had no intention of shirking away. He took the gift, said politely, and left the study.

......

After Ah Hao left the room, Mrs. Northon sat on the chair that Ah Hao once sat on.

After feeling it for a while, she found a silver cane carved with a bear's head from the cabinet.

Lift the cane to your forehead,

She said in a hoarse and sharp voice:

"The bear's sense of smell!"

After saying that, the cane emitted a faint silver light, wrapping her around.

After strengthening her sense of smell, she smelled it. There was a faint smell at the place where Ah Hao stayed.

It has a very light and extraordinary taste, but it is completely different from the mysterious method she is familiar with.

This breath is like a book that is spread out, and it continues to emit a strange fragrance.

And the name of this book is...

Mrs. Northon fell into long-term thinking.

What is it called?

......

Ah Hao walked out of Northon Manor with thoughts.

Wende was standing next to his wheeled motorcycle, smoking his pipe. When he saw Ah Hao, he greeted him excitedly.

"Hey, Ah Hao! How about it?"

Ah Hao waved his hand listlessly at him.

Wende understood instantly.

“Failed?”

"Um."

He didn't say much and hugged Ah Hao's shoulder.

"Hey, what's the matter? Just treat it as a dream and go back and have a sleep."

Ah Hao smiled at Wende: "Yes, I'm not like you. I have lived in that environment since I was a child, and you must have been under much more pressure than me. You have survived it, I'm fine."

"Uh hehe, it would be even better if you don't mention this."

"Let's go, give me a ride?"

"Okay! Where to go?"

"Go to my house, not far from this. It's right in Hill District."

Wend's home, Northon Manor, has a large area of ​​beautiful gardens. However, it is also far from the main city and is located in the suburbs of Agadi.

Ah Hao, who was determined to find a cheap house to rent, also lives far from the main urban area. It is generally in the same direction as Northon Manor.

"Why? Are you not going to go to work?" Wende knew that Ah Hao was working as a clerk in a perfume shop.

"It's been so messy today. I want to take care of it, and," Ah Hao said, pointing to the sunset that was about to turn red in the sky. "It's all this time, why am I going to do?"

"Ah haha, too. Time flies so fast today. Let's go and get in the car."

Wende carried Ah Hao all the way to the place where Ah Hao was guiding him.

On the way, Ah Hao couldn't help but turn his head and asked, "Winde, what is your grandma's ability? She is so powerful."

"What, grandma took action?"

"Yes, she taught your aunt a lesson, Vanessa. She asked her to roll all the way back to the room. That's it, you know." Ahao made a rolling move with his hands.

"Hahahahaha! Cough, she deserves it!" Wende laughed unrestrainedly, and the strong wind blew into his mouth, making him cough.

Then he said, "My grandma is a legend. The door she opened is [Gate of Voice]."

"The sound of the sound?"

"That's right, when she was young, this door just gave her the ability to transmit voice, and she had been a human-shaped horn for a long time."

Wender let go of the handlebar with one hand and made a gesture of his mouth opening and closing. "My grandma was about the same as the secretary at that time."

"But as grandma persists in exploring the mystery of the door, she masters the true meaning of the sound."

"At first, she could hear her voice. Later, she could have to hear her voice."

"It's like a mandatory command, spiritual influence? And is there no restrictions on use?"

"It's almost the same, ahem, I can't continue talking, Ah Hao."

"Okay, I understand. But I've seen it, so I can guess it." Ah Hao made a go-away gesture in front of Wende's eyes.

"Hahahahahaha~!" Wende's unscrupulous laughter floated in the wind.

......

Say goodbye to Wind.

Ah Hao returned home, a narrow and cramped shared apartment.

He took apart the gift from Grandma Northon, which was a beautiful brooch, and a bird made of jewelry was standing on the branches and singing, probably not cheap.

Ah Hao took a quick look.

Immediately afterwards, he threw himself into bed without hesitation.

Too tired, I can't even open my eyelids.

It’s okay to be busy, but once you calm down, your fatigue will surge like a tide.

Ah Hao felt like a cloud of paste in his mind.

The joy of selling perfume, the surprise when he learned that Master O existed, the shock when he saw the door, and the loss of not being able to open it.

All the emotions were mixed together, causing him to feel a lot of pain in his brain.

His day was so rich.

In a daze, he fell asleep unknowingly.

...

In a dream.

He saw the door again.

Everything is a very familiar feeling. The familiar taste, the familiar stone door, and the familiar patterns.

And the patterns on the door are gathering into text.

Divide earth into fire.

wrong!

This time, he suddenly realized that there was no pattern behind these four characters.

There was a blank area that was inaccessible to the point of pattern.

It was like a half sentence, waiting for someone to fill the imaginative gap.
To be continued...