Mystery: The Lamp God’s Path To Freedom

Backlund's Sunday, after six o'clock in the afternoon.

A young man in a tuxedo and a half-height silk top hat walked out of the Backlund steam train station carrying a large suitcase.

This was Klein who had just arrived in Backlund, the land of hope.

The sky was dark and foggy.

As if by magic, the gloomy air crazily attacked the pedestrians without the protection of the fireplace.

He closed the map in his hand, held it together with the newspaper in his left hand, picked up the suitcase with his right hand, and walked towards the entrance of the subway.

Just as he approached the entrance of a department store, Klein noticed two streetlights on both sides of the entrance.

One of them was in the same shape as the street lamps on the street we just passed. It had a black metal grid and a glass covered with thin dust. The orange light shone through, conveying the meager warmth to the homeless travelers.

And the other one has a strange shape, not like a street lamp at all, but rather like the kind of artistic statues that are specially placed outside landmark buildings in order to show a sense of luxury.

Where there should have been a gas lamp, it was a golden oil lamp with a strange shape. It had a long spout on one side, a delicate handle on the other side, and a pagoda-shaped lamp cover on its bulging belly.

It is just like a serious street lamp, exuding a soft light, only illuminating the area not far away.

The shape of this street lamp is quite unique, but it is a bit small and looks uncoordinated. Hmm... It's made of brass, so it's not afraid of being stolen. Backlund is indeed a big city.

Klein thought to himself, but he didn't pay much attention to it. He passed through the gate without stopping, and followed the sparse crowd to the ticket office.

Take the subway to the intended destination, Jorwood District, get out of the subway, and then take a rented carriage to No. 17 Minsk Street, where there is a house for rent.

After knocking on the door, he entered the living room of Mrs. Summer's house. The warm air made Klein feel good.

He was politely let to the sofa by Mrs. Summer, and the maid brought black tea in due course.

In a comfortable atmosphere, Klein looked around the entire living room.

He saw the antique shelf in front of the wall with oil paintings in the living room. In the well-proportioned grid, there were decorations such as red wine, statues, and plates painted with bright colors and complex patterns.

Suddenly, in a grid, he saw a simple and simple golden yellow oil lamp.

Is this antique?

Why do I feel so familiar.

Ah, there was an identical gas lamp in the shape of an oil lamp at the subway entrance near the Backlund steam train site.

Is it popular in Backlund to use oil lamps for decoration?

Klein vaguely sensed something unusual, but it was impossible for him to make a divination in front of Mrs. Summer.

How about borrowing the bathroom from Mrs. Summer?

While chatting with Mrs. Summer, Klein finalized the rental of No. 15 next door.

After declining Mr. Summer's dinner invitation, Klein walked out of Summer's house.

He asked Mrs. Summer's maid to come later to deliver the bedding on the grounds that he had to go out to run errands later. He was still a little worried about the strangeness he felt at Summer's house, so he planned to stay in the house he just rented. Do a divination secretly.

A man came to the next door with a suitcase, just as Klein was about to take out the key and open the door.

Suddenly, he felt something at his feet, looked down, and saw an ancient golden oil lamp lying quietly on the ground.

With a "swish", Klein jumped out all of a sudden, his hairs stood on end, and cold sweat broke out all of a sudden.

What is this?

It has been following me?

Thoughts were churning in Klein's mind, and his spiritual intuition had already told him that the oil lamp on the ground was the same one at Mrs. Summer's house and at the subway gate.

He stared straight at the oil lamp on the ground, his muscles tensed, his mind was highly concentrated, and he was ready to deal with accidents at any time.

However, the oil lamp just lay on the ground in silence, without any evil power pervading, no terrible curses, and no changes in the surrounding things.

Except that it was not stained with dust, it was no different from the most common oil lamp, as if someone had thrown it here casually.

While staring at the oil lamp on the ground, Klein carefully checked his mental, spiritual, psychological and physical state, and found that there was nothing abnormal at all.

What's going on, how did it keep up with me? I haven't done anything special, and I haven't been to a special place.

Why is it following me? Is it just because I was unlucky and just happened to be selected by it?

Thinking of the coincidence, Klein couldn't help being afraid of the quill that arranged the fate of him and his companions, thinking of the captain, and thinking of everything about Tingen.

He couldn't help shaking his head slightly, as if he wanted to shake the sadness out of his mind, but there was an exaggerated smile on his face.

He forced his thoughts back to the present.

How should I deal with the oil lamp on the ground that is obviously abnormal but pretends to be normal?

leave it alone? Just let it follow?

No, no, no, this is too dangerous, if it suddenly explodes, I may die cleanly, if it takes a long time for the ability to take effect, then I may die silently, for no apparent reason .

Rent another place? Change to another large area and avoid it?

No way, it’s not a matter of wasting the rental money I just paid. Let’s not talk about whether it will follow me strangely. Even if it abandons me because of the distance, what will the people around me do? If you can try your best to find a solution, if it directly harms ordinary people in this area, what will they do?

When you encounter a problem, try your best to solve it, and you can't escape it.

Or should I send it to church? Introduce a stronger force to solve it.

However, now I am not only a wild Extraordinary, but also a dead person who must never appear in front of the Nighthawks. My identity is not visible. If I go directly to the church, I am afraid I will never return.

Sneak it to the door of the church? No way, which church does not have a method similar to divination, I will also be exposed, found, and investigated.

After all, ordinary people would not pick up an oil lamp without any strange performance and secretly send it to the church.

Of course, being entangled in weird oil lamps is enough reason for ordinary people to run to the church in fear for help, but again, I can't stand the investigation.

Klein observed carefully, thought over and over, and finally decided to pick it up and bring it back to the room.

The oil lamp was cold to the touch, with a texture of brass. There were mysterious and complicated patterns all over it. When he looked closely, he suddenly felt dazzled and confused. Klein quickly looked away.

After closing the door, there was no time to do tidying and cleaning, so I put this oil lamp on the coffee table in the living room.

He took four steps backwards and recited the incantation. He planned to divine the oil lamp above the gray mist.

Because he didn't have holy night powder or ritual silver dagger, he couldn't create a spiritual wall, but in the room where he was alone, there was no requirement to use a spiritual wall to isolate him.

The reason why he didn't bring the oil lamp above the gray mist to do divination was because he was worried that there would be unpredictable dangers in wrapping this unknown thing with a spirit body.

He believed that the image that appeared on top of the gray mist was enough to divine its origin.

After all, this item was placed in front of him, and he had just come into contact with it.