Faced with Takeshiro's kind reminder, Rosetta did not ignore it, because he also felt that compared to those normal antiques, the memories left on these cursed items were easier to read and at the same time, they also contained a kind of difficulty.
An explicit sense of danger.
He was not the kind of person to dismiss intuitive reminders as illusions.
Therefore, after being reminded, Rosetta temporarily changed the object she originally planned to choose, and first chose this pile of cursed items, giving herself the relatively safest feeling of a string of blackened rosary beads.
This 'cursed object', which is said to be tainted with some unclean atmosphere due to the experience of its owner, is made up of six slightly larger rosary beads and a dozen smaller rosary beads with a rather elastic string.
It was made of silk threads connected in series. When Rosetta touched it, the wood of the rosary gave him a cold feeling, especially its color. After looking closely, he realized that it was not just black, but something like blood.
After it dries, it remains the same, dark red and almost black in color.
He noticed that the six slightly larger beads were etched with six unknown ancient characters, which seemed to be ancient Sanskrit.
Although she did not understand the meaning of the six ancient characters, relying on her spiritual power, Rosetta inexplicably read the memory of the sound the original owner made when twisting the string of beads, and a low hoarse sound came out of her throat involuntarily.
"Luosang, what did you just say?"
Takechiro, who was nearby, heard the voice and asked.
"I would like to ask Mr. Takeshita about the story on your rosary."
"Ah, this." Takeshiro knocked his head: "When I heard what the old man said, I didn't remember it very clearly, but I probably remember that the original owner of this rosary should be someone who was said to be quite famous during the Edo period.
An effective spiritual monk."
"I don't know who this rosary has passed through, but its last well-known owner was a monk who joined the war during the Tokugawa period and eventually became a murderer. This rosary is also the owner of the rosary.
It became this color because it was wrapped around the handle of the knife and soaked in human blood."
"But, a story is a story after all. It can be true or fabricated. I remember when the old man recalled the past, he also said that when he bought the rosary, he cut it off by almost half the price.
So I estimate that this story is very likely made up by the person selling it to raise the price."
——No, you may have guessed it completely wrong.
Relying on spiritual energy to read the remaining memories on it, although it was only a very brief contact, Rosetta was certain that at least the second half of the story was roughly true, because he did see a few scenes from the third-person perspective.
It's about a scene where a crazy monk with a vague face kills some ancient people with a knife.
Putting the rosary down and raising her head, Rosetta suddenly asked Takeshiro beside her, her eyes calm.
"I want to buy this rosary. I don't know what the price will be, and whether Mr. Takeshita is willing to give up my love."
Takeshiro was stunned for a moment, and reminded him again: "It's not a matter of my willingness to part ways with you, Luo Sang, you have to know that this thing is not very clean."
"Didn't Mr. Takeshita just say that this story was probably made up by the seller in order to raise the price?" Rosetta asked back, and after finishing speaking, she couldn't help but touch the rosary beads and said calmly: "
Moreover, I really like this story, whether it is true or false, as long as the price is not too outrageous, I am willing to buy it."
"Well, this is..."
After hearing Rosetta's words, as a person who really loves these things, Takeshiro can understand this kind of plot of 'just to buy a story'. Therefore, after hesitating for a moment, he relaxed and waved.
He waved his hand and said: "Since you like it, Luosang, I'll just give it to you. Anyway, you are Lingzi's friend, and no one would buy these things in the first place. Even if I don't like them, there's nothing I can do about them."
Dispose of it."
"Mr. Takeshita, you'd better quote a price, as long as my purchasing power can accept it."
Shaking his head, Rosetta had no intention of directly engaging in prostitution, because he knew that favors are the easiest to waste. There is no need to take advantage of this, which may lower the impression of Reiko Arakawa, a colleague.
She also made her owe Takeshiro a sum of money for nothing.
Although based on the relationship between Reiko Arakawa and the elder of her family, there may not be any resentment at all for sending this rosary, but whether they would and Rosetta knew it but did not do anything about it are two completely different things.
"Well, I don't want to refuse the money that was delivered to your door."
However, due to Rosetta's firm attitude, Takeshiro had no choice but to do this business. However, for the sake of his niece, he did not temporarily increase the price because the customer liked it very much. Instead, he quoted the market price.
I got a low price, which was considered a discount for him.
Something extra to mention here is.
Because the teacher is Professor Umi, who is well-known in the academic world.
After graduating and temporarily staying in Yingzhou to work and live, as a folklorist, Rosetta relied on her connections to work part-time as a contributor to state agencies, cultural institutions and enterprises.
Therefore, in terms of economic status, he is still in good condition, and because of the nature of his profession, he has not been hit hard by the bubble economy like bank employees and real estate practitioners. On the contrary, his living conditions are relatively poor.
Under the circumstances, it seems to have improved a lot.
then.
After simply completing the transaction, Rosetta wrapped the rosary and put it away.
He did not put it on directly, but prepared to wait and slowly absorb the remaining memories on it step by step.
Perhaps it’s because it is a ‘cursed object’.
Rosetta could vaguely feel that the memory left on this rosary seemed to be far larger than Masao Tsukiyama's anthology of poems. As long as he concentrated on it, those bloody and cruel killing scenes seemed to come to him.
He has a feeling.
If he could absorb all the remaining memories in this rosary, he might also be able to learn the murderous swordsmanship of the crazy monk who was the Bakumatsu ninja.
The threat posed by the Ishiizaki people looms large on my back.
Rosetta must seize every moment, take advantage of her psychic abilities, and strive to increase her strength as much as possible.
Even if he knew that the hidden danger behind the 'cursed object' of the rosary might be greater than the apparent benefits, he would not be able to refuse such a way to quickly increase his strength in a short period of time.
From nine to five.
He only thought for a moment and did not attract the attention of Takeshiro and Arakawa Reiko beside him.
Putting away the rosary, Rosetta's attention soon returned to her trip to the antique store. She and Reiko Arakawa followed Takeshiro who introduced him enthusiastically, listening to his endless talk about the unknown behind these objects.
True and false stories.
Because folklore is the study of local customs, culture and beliefs, occasionally, where these antiquities related to his professional field, Rosetta was able to strike up a conversation and tell relevant anecdotes.
Although his style is cold and his actions and speech are simple and direct, in fact, Rosetta is not withdrawn and autistic. On the contrary, in matters involving his interests and hobbies, he behaves exactly the same.
He is not very taciturn, and he even has a good conversation with Takeshiro, a collector who owns an antique shop.
However.
Time always flies by.
Outside the nine-to-five hall, the sky gradually darkened, and in the blink of an eye, it was almost evening.
Habitually looking at a lot of clocks on the wall, Takeshiro had to stop the introduction and said apologetically: "I also have a daughter who is in junior high school. She is about to get out of school and I have to pick her up. It is rare to see Reiko.
You, but I’m afraid I can’t stay in the store to receive you two today.”
"It's okay. It's time for us to leave at this time. Even if you want to stay, Uncle Takeshita, we have to find a place to have dinner first."
Arakawa Reiko knew it and secretly poked Rosetta with her elbow: "Mr. Luo, do you think so?"
"Well, I'm already hungry." Rosetta responded calmly, without any sincerity in her voice.
Arakawa Reiko tugged on his clothes and said: "Anyway, let's say goodbye first, Uncle Takeshita?"
Hearing this, Takeshiro breathed a sigh of relief and said hurriedly: "Okay, you go first. I have to clean up the store and I will leave later."
After saying this, several people exchanged business cards and contact information with each other. After agreeing to take them for a good visit next time, they put a sign on Nine to Five that the store was closed, and Takeshiro hurried to pick up his daughter.
go home.
As for Arakawa Reiko and Rosetta, they found a nearby restaurant to solve the dinner problem.
In the blink of an eye, after sending Reiko Arakawa, who was an ordinary person, back safely, it was already night in Yikawa City, and the waning moon was vaguely hidden in the clouds.
Looking at the traffic passing through the streets below, and the ever-changing neon lights of the city in the distance at night.
For some reason, Rosetta did not return to the apartment to rest. Instead, she came to the rooftop of the unfinished tallest building in the old city. She looked down at the deep night from a high place, with a strange color of iron gray in her eyes.
"Mr. Tsukiyama...are you interested in knowing our prophet's predictions about the end of the world..."
"This is the gospel medicine that our ancestors ordered us to develop... It has been tested on many people..."
"To show your sincerity to Mr. Tsukiyama... these lovely things are gifts to celebrate our cooperation and your release from prison..."
Caressing the selected poems of Arthur Rimbaud in his hands.
Suddenly, an inexplicable thrill towards the scenery beneath her feet appeared in Rosetta's mind again.
And this feeling at this moment also appeared during the day when he followed Reiko Arakawa to the front of the 9 to 5 Hall and entered this old city that had stopped development due to a fire a few years ago.
..
It was like breaking into the hunting ground of some kind of creature.
By releasing her senses with the wind to the greatest extent, Rosetta could feel that there seemed to be eager eyes, looking around at their unsuspecting prey from the deep night, seeming to be picking and releasing them indiscriminately.
With malicious intent.
He seemed to be no stranger to this kind of sight.
Rosetta recalled a certain memory from the past, came to the rainy night, and looked at the monster with red eyes.
Yes, he remembered.
He was indeed no stranger to these hidden sights in the old city.
——That’s right, that’s the sight of a corpse dog staring closely at its prey, preparing to eat. This chapter has been completed!