Chapter 51

Du Zhengyi passed through the interrogation room silently, Li Xu and Zhao Zhiyan fell to the ground not far apart, both still alive. He walked quietly between them and could feel their steady breathing blowing the dust on the ground.

He raised his hand and skillfully sent a cold fireball to the ceiling. The new light source replaced the strange and dismal blue light in the interrogation room, and the room became bright in the stable fire. The obsidian table reflected a strange light in the middle of the room. Du Zhengyi only paid a little attention to the table, and the whispers in his mind immediately became louder.

He frowned, focused his attention again, and firmly blocked the whispers from his consciousness. He walked a few steps forward, carefully not touching the obsidian. The crystal coffin on the long table looked even more ominous than the huge obsidian. The coffin made it like a morgue or an ancient tomb, but he could not be sure whether the depression in his chest came from this crypt or the ancient soul sleeping in obsidian.

But when he approached and looked carefully, he found that the age of the crystal coffin was not old, at least it could not be compared with that piece of obsidian. He suspected that the form of the crystal coffin was imitating some kind of experimental instrument of human beings. He couldn't help but look up at the surroundings, and beautiful tapestries were hanging on the walls. At first glance, he thought the tapestries were of some Central Asian style, but then he found that they were much older than the time he was.

After a closer look, he found that these tapestries were describing a series of complex stories. He could recognize the scene of the landing of the mysterious bird. The ancient ancestors prayed in the temple, and humans crawled farther outside the holy mountain, and the small ones could be ignored. The temple was older than the temple deep in the cave of the Lone Mountain, and its shape was somewhat of a shadow of Ramses II, carrying many hodgepodges of civilization. Du Zhengyi did not think that this was strange. In ancient times, regional restrictions were not as insurmountable to magicians as they were for humans.

He quickly browsed the stories on the four walls, and the tapestry fully narrated the magician descending into this world with the mysterious bird, and then undergoes various tests of the devil, and finally transcends and becomes a god in the temple. The only thing that made Du Zhengyi cares a little about is that unlike the ordinary myths and legends of a person who has attained enlightenment, in every picture of God here, there are a group of people who have become gods. In the previous scene, they held hands, as if praying together, and in the next scene, they became the gods of the clouds together. However, this idea just passed by his mind. He did not care about the original metaphor that only historians would be interested in. Instead, he probed the components of the tapestry, studied the material and year of the tapestry, and quickly found a set of contradictory data.

The wool component of the tapestry is a specialty of Shuofang County in the Tang Dynasty. Qionglin has many items left over from the previous temple, most of which are from the late Tang Dynasty. Du Zhengyi grew up here since childhood and is very familiar with these. There was nothing at all, but everything will gradually become annihilated with the passage of time. Even with the careful care of magic, it can only slightly delay the process.

So the problem lies here. Tapestry is an unreproducible white felt base in the Tang Dynasty, but it is too new, unlike objects that have traveled thousands of years. Most people may not notice the contradiction between material and time, but Du Zhengyi has always been meticulous. He is good at finding contradictions, and once the contradiction exists, no matter how many real details are, it is just a lie. A subtle contradiction can expose the most grand illusion.

Once he realized this, Du Zhengyi immediately took back all the detection of the nodules of the interrogation room and carefully wrapped all his consciousness in the shield. He knew that this ancient interrogation room was densely covered with complex barriers, and locks made of sporadic thoughts were layered, like vines, covering the four walls here. On the outermost layer of these illusion barriers, there was a real door lock. Prisoners could not break through this huge lock and walked out of this interrogation room. Even prisoners could not even find the most basic truth, let alone find an opportunity to leave.

In other words, if Du Zhengyi was deeply involved in this, he could only ensure that his consciousness was clear. This premise must be that his body was in a good state, full of energy, healthy body, and capable of building a shield of thinking. No magician could successfully escape from prison while this interrogation room was activated, unless Du Zhengyi had no helpless thought, unless someone like Roche, illusions had almost no effect on him. He had never really thought that Roche could not see what the illusions mean, because the most logical answer was undoubtedly the most incredible.

Du Zheng looked around and imagined what he would see from Roche's perspective, perhaps the origin of things, walls made of stones or caves rammed with loess. He didn't know whether it was sometimes a good thing to see the essence of things. It would be more comforting to see the glorious illusions than to see the illusion.

He frowned, and anxiety corroded into his chest with bigger and bigger holes. He condensed a test tube out of thin air and quickly took away part of the liquid from the crystal coffin. He didn't want to think about what this crystal coffin was for, nor did he want to know what Roach looked like now.

After he finished all the collection and sampling work, he reluctantly turned back to carefully check the two people on the ground. He had to decide how to do it, and he had to be quick.

There was a circle of strangulation on Zhao Zhiyan's neck, which seemed to be strangled by someone's hands. He didn't think that Luo Qi had such great strength to allow a second-level execution mage like Zhao Zhiyan to choke his neck without any resistance. The situation would be ridiculous. But if this possibility was ruled out, it would be possible that Li Xu and Zhao Zhiyan had turned against each other. If that was the case, the situation would be a bit funny. It was probably Zhao Zhiyan who cursed Shi Li Xu into a vegetative man with eyes open, and the vegetative man strangled Zhao Zhiyan to death.

Du Zhengyi hopes that he can compile a report from this perspective, otherwise, Roche will shock the entire magic world and will be lucky enough to get the wanted order for most of the magic world.

Du Zhengyi fell into thinking, but he had never been patient. In less than thirty seconds, he knew that he could at least be sure of one thing that was that he definitely had no time to waste writing a report. The sensing crystal he left in the underground tunnel alerted him, and someone had already come to this place.
Chapter completed!