When evil gods hold a meeting in my head

In the quiet rented room, the whistling of the wind can always be heard.

Juliet Sutherland sat on the edge of the bed and said to the young man beside her, "Luke, it's a good thing you didn't come with me! Otherwise, you would have seen a huge crowd of people listening to my sermons at the West Creek Beauty Shop today, including a handsome boy!"

She smiled smugly, bent down to light the candles on the wooden table, and continued, "Speaking of which, that boy is definitely a potential believer; he's very interested in the Lord."

"Then where is he?" Luke's eyes were full of disbelief as he questioned Juliet, "Shouldn't you bring him back?"

Upon hearing this, Juliet shook her head, as if she had expected it: "He heard the truth of the world for the first time and was so frightened that he ran away, just like I was back then!"

Luke raised an eyebrow, seemingly believing Juliet's words, but only half of them: "You used to be a super coward, very few people are that afraid to go out!"

"Don't talk about that, it's all in the past!"

Juliet, embarrassed by the revelation of her embarrassing moment, blushed instantly. She quickly changed the subject: "This morning I held a simple ceremony with candles, hoping to find a cure for your leg ailment, but some scoundrel reported to the landlady that the candles in my room weren't extinguished and could cause a fire! When I came back, the candles were gone..."

"Um... so the ritual failed?"

"Yes."

Luke sighed and said, as if lecturing a child, "Stop doing these useless things. The Lord has entered a deep sleep and doesn't have the energy to respond to us right now!"

"What about your leg injury?" Juliet pouted in frustration, her face filled with worry for Luke.

"Don't underestimate a college student from Tehran. Do you think I can't even afford to go to the hospital for treatment?" Luke tapped Juliet on the head.

……

The corridor outside the house.

Richard looked at the heartwarming scene inside the room, which resembled a couple whispering about their future in bed, and nodded with satisfaction.

Even though you can't hear what your crazy neighbor is saying to her guests, friends, or boyfriend, it's still a good thing!

"As long as certain bizarre rituals are no longer performed, it's something to be encouraged!"

Richard quietly slipped back upstairs and returned to his small, dilapidated room.

The sewing machine sat quietly in the pit, so reassuring. He kissed the needle bar hard before sitting down on the edge of the bed and resting for a while.

Richard gently lifted his hat and took the small snake off his head, placing it against his inner thigh.

He brought his eyes close to the snake's eyes, trying to get his eyeballs as close to the snake's eyes as possible.

"Hopefully this will be helpful."

A few breaths after Richard began observing, scenes he had seen before began to appear in the little snake's eyes:

Puta lay in agony in the corner of the laboratory, a layer of ice, neither too thin nor too thick, forming on his skin, muttering something under his breath...

Alice ran over from a short distance away, asking about Puta's condition with concern, but the other person had gradually lost strength and had fallen asleep with his head tilted to the side.

"This seems to be from the period right after the experiment ended. Although the curse has descended, it hasn't developed to a fatal level yet," Richard pondered.

The clip didn't involve anything crucial, so he didn't hesitate to continue looking at the snake's eyes.

But this time, no images were visible.

It seems to have stopped working...

The tenth-order potion recipe for each sequence is usually a supplementary ability that permeates other sequences; the Knight's "Eye of Records" is an example of this. In fact, it should be an ability possessed only by the "Creator" sequence.

This is to compensate for the limitations of independent sequences; even a bucket with only one short plank cannot be filled with water. Returning to the "eye of recording," it sometimes needs some stimulation to fully map the recorded content.

Excitement? Right now, all I want to know is the beginning and end of the experiment, and the cause of Alice's death! But what could possibly trigger snake-eye mapping related to this?

Richard rubbed his cheek, deep in thought, then after a moment, as if suddenly enlightened: "Turquoise!"

He remembered the moving stone.

Back then, it froze a piece of silk worth 20 gold coins, creating a hole in it!

Otherwise, he would have been rich long ago... Richard suddenly felt a bit aggrieved. He jumped out of bed, snapped his fingers, and used the purple energy from his ring to condense a sturdy, heat-insulating glove. Then he began to rummage through the fireplace.

Two minutes later.

He carried the box out, covered in dust, unlocked it, and saw the long-lost turquoise bound with hemp rope once again.

If I just put it next to the snake, it should stimulate it to some extent, as long as it doesn't freeze to death...

"Things that are materialized from magic shouldn't be able to sense temperature, right?"

Richard untied the hemp rope and then pulled aside the cloth that was pressed against the turquoise.

Before he even saw the stone, a green light appeared first, and a chill instantly swept over him, making him shiver and take a few steps back.

However, this coldness is far less intense than that of ice in a laboratory!

Having seen the world, he is no longer afraid of such small gadgets!

Richard ran his hand across his top hat, causing a perfectly timed flame to rise, warming every corner of the room, just like a radiator.

"Huh...it's so warm."

Richard put on his gloves, picked up the turquoise, and weighed it in his hand.

The gloves effectively protected him from the cold air, and no matter how tightly he gripped them, he didn't feel the slightest discomfort.

Not bad... He slowly moved it closer to the little snake.

Because they were so close, the heat of the flame couldn't dissipate the coldness of the turquoise quickly enough, and the little snake, stimulated, gradually began to tremble, twisting and turning like a broken earthworm.

But it's not fatal.

[It must be said, Richard does have a modicum of intelligence.]

That's true... at times, his thoughts are very much in line with ours!

Of course.

However, don't ask for the specific reasons why you agree!

Richard grinned and took the opportunity to look at Snake Eyes.

Sure enough, another image appeared in the clear pupils!

"The Eye of Recording" repeated the scene of Puda collapsing, and only after it finished playing did it switch to other "plots." It's somewhat similar to a movie theater; not only are stories replayed, but if no one is watching, it won't continue playing pointlessly...

Once Richard calmed down, Snake Eyes began playing the next recorded clip:

Alice looked at the young man beside her with suspicion and asked, her lip movements revealing something—why…suggest…that this is a crime…

The other party, however, was very disdainful and never gave Alice a proper look.

Enraged repeatedly, he even slapped Alice across the face...

The unrelated words left Richard at a loss, unable to determine the content of the dialogue in the scene.

"I suddenly regret not taking lip-reading lessons properly back then..."

Alice actually got hit!

This was something Richard had never anticipated.

Continuing to watch the screen, he finally waited until the young man turned his head, his profile turning into a full view, his high, pointed nose so sharp it could pierce through the pupils of a snake's eyes!

Looking at its unique appearance, Richard was immediately reminded of the young couple downstairs!

No, they weren't a couple at all.

Rather, they are dangerous molecules involved in dangerous experiments!

The young man downstairs had a face that matched perfectly with the one in "The Eye of Recording".

"The other party is actually downstairs..." Richard almost exclaimed in surprise.

This reminded him of what he had overheard students saying at school—that the perpetrator of the bombing was a lame young man…

His features and age are perfectly matched.

There is absolutely nothing to question...

"Didn't they say the murderer had already been caught?"

If there is no other evidence to prove his innocence, then this person is a wanted criminal who has just escaped from prison...

At this moment, he noticed that the young man's feet were enormous, and he was walking slowly away, leaning on a cane.

He might still be a super cunning suspect!

Horrifying details flooded Richard's mind, and he felt it was all too unreal: "The footprints in the lab, were they also left by him?"