The target of the annual rings was Villefort. She took the notebook from the fat man, and as she kept flipping through it, her slender eyebrows became more and more furrowed.
"The dark tree... the phantom... the crowd... the dying girl... and the last name, Mr. Heidegger..."
“Your Majesty.” Darent followed her like a guard, leaning his head to see this, and asked in a low voice: “Could it be the owner of the dream who is calling…”
He was referring to the real owner of this nightmare.
Because it was not essentially Hitzfeld's dream, but something she had glimpsed for some unknown reason.
"The intelligence mentioned all the possible infected people in Ernak Town, and none of them was named Heidegger."
Nian Lun shook his head, not thinking that was the reason.
She turned another page.
It records Hitzfeld's personal speculation - which points to the scene being related to the painting she had seen in Nantzingze, "The Tree of Life".
"The Tree of Life... The Tree of Life?"
His pupils contracted, and fear was revealed in his eyes.
"Woo——"
The sweat soaked the face towel in an instant. Others heard the noise and turned around, only to see this distinguished Pope-level figure covering his chest with his hands, bending over and retching with the support of Darent.
"Your Majesty?"
"what happened?"
"Maps, what's going on?"
"I don't know?" Darent held the annual ring with one hand. Except for this hand, he didn't know what to do with every part of his body.
"We just read the transcript together! I didn't do anything! It's not my fault!"
"It's not Mapus's fault." Tree Ring regained his balance. "It's my own problem."
"I just remembered some things from the past, and the last time I stared into the eyes of death..."
Death stare?
Hitzfeld's brows jumped, and he suddenly remembered that Izabella once said that there were still many seeds of the sacred tree.
[There are far more than two seeds of God. According to our long-term investigation, one of them is a 'seed of destruction', and once its power is released, it may destroy half of Sara. ]
These were the exact words that Izabella had said to Casimir in the library when the gray fog projected the past scenes.
Seed of God.
Seeds of destruction.
Ice God Tree.
The fruit tree of wisdom.
...Could that huge black tree be the appearance of the 'Seed of Destruction' when it grows up?
After this thought came to his mind, Hitzfeld instantly broke out in a cold sweat.
It makes sense... In the nightmare, the roots of the giant tree spread to the end of the sight. It has been absorbing all the nutrients it can eat. It is very likely that the desolate doomsday was caused by it.
And it's a tree.
Annual rings are tree people, and to some extent, they are also trees.
They are of the same species and have the power to destroy everything. For Tree Ring, it is appropriate to call such a thing... "the God of Death".
But this would be a serious problem.
This is not as simple as "the storage item was stolen", "it is suspected that Aisuen Hitzfeld may have defected", or "the town of Ernak was invaded by evil spirits".
Because Hitzfeld had previously thought that the dream was at most a future vision, a warning of a possible disaster in the future.
But it is impossible for such a warning to be engraved in a painting by Black-Sharron over decades.
There is only one explanation for this situation: it happened before.
It happened—it happened not too long before Black-Sharon’s time, and he may have seen it or dreamed about it, which led to the painting “The Tree of Life.”
So the content of the painting is a prelude to a disaster?
That girl is... the Seed of Destruction?
Chapter 10: Exile
His identity was already there, so Nian Lun couldn’t explain too much to them. He just left in a hurry after getting the notebook.
"She seems to be not used to the outside air~"
In a lounge, Pippen was lazily leaning on the sofa and playing with a folding knife. "It seems that she feels very embarrassed to breathe with people like us. This is really strange... Can't tree people survive in the pit?"
"If your words get out," Grim glanced at him coldly, "they will definitely work with Vesta to kill you."
"You should be talking about ordinary trees." Hem pushed his glasses and corrected his companion seriously, "Ordinary trees, ordinary plants... Tree people are different. They have wisdom and their own aesthetics."
"I'm talking about extreme situations - extreme situations, understand? It's like you and a fish are competing in holding your breath in the water. I guarantee that you will die before the fish."
"Sigh~" Hitzfeld stood alone at the windowsill, looking at the gloomy rain outside, and sighed quietly that he had to stay in the same room with three idiots.
The lounge is also underground, but it is very close to the surface, with half of it exposed above the surface.
So this house is similar to the basement of a normal house. Half of the open window is blocked by the underground darkness, and the other half reveals the above-ground world, allowing her to see the heavy rain on the street.
The sound of rain hitting the window reminded her of the last scene in her nightmare.
In fact, after arriving at the lounge, she also tried to hypnotize herself and fall asleep, but it was obvious that the effects of insomnia were still there. No matter how many powerful recall agents she applied or even drank directly, she could not fall asleep.
This is because you sleep too much in a short period of time and your body has developed "resistance".
She could only recreate the scene through her memories, constantly thinking and pondering whether there were any clues that were missed.
What puzzled Hitzfeld the most was why such a strange scene was named "The Tree of Life" by Black Sharon.
Let's assume that the girl is really dangerous... the seed of destruction. Isn't everything she symbolizes and will bring a complete disaster?
Destruction, accompanied by death. Everything withers, and order is restored.
How perverted does Black-Sharon have to be to name a painting like that?
He doesn't think he's funny, does he?
Hitzfeld has always considered herself to be not a normal person, that is, she feels that her inner self is somewhat abnormal compared to normal people in universal values.
But she could not understand those who were obsessed with art, especially someone like Blake Sharon, because no one could guess what he was thinking.
The main reason is that this person left too few traces in history...
The reason why the auction held in Nanxinze attracted so many people was certainly because he was a good painter and he had passed away, but the most important reason was that he left too few paintings.
There is almost no record of any place that has his paintings, not even sketches. It seems that all his collections were destroyed in the collapse of Allwater, and nothing was rescued.
So...scarcity makes things valuable, so naturally many wealthy people want to obtain his works.
"There must be something wrong with this person." Hitzfeld concluded in his heart.
The collapse of Orvoth has been confirmed to be a conspiracy, the first hatchery prepared by the evil followers of the Church of the Eclipse for the Dark Serpent.
Since there were many evil followers and people who were bewitched by them active in the north at that time, it is hard to say whether Black Sharon was also involved with them.
There was a snap.
The scene outside the window was obscured by darkness.
Hitzfeld's eyelids jumped, and he saw a little girl dressed warmly falling in the rain. The next moment, a hand - an adult's hand reached out from above, pulled the girl up, and then simply picked her up.
Yes……
She frowned.
The girl finally looked up at me and addressed me as "Mr. Heidegger."
Is it the tree in the nightmare calling me by this name... or is it the girl in the past calling someone else by this name?
Could it be that there was another person standing where I was? Was that person's figure overlapping with mine? Was he the so-called Mr. Heidegger?
"Click" the sound of the door opening.
Turning around, I saw Xia Yibing pushing the door open with an umbrella.
Ethan and Darent followed behind, each holding two large oil-paper bags, from which the aroma of food quickly emanated.
"this is for you."
A separate, smaller oil-paper bag was handed to me.
Hitzfeld took it and opened it, revealing four stacked pancakes.
"Thank you."
She didn't hesitate and arched her back to take a big bite of both.
She hadn't eaten since arriving at Wayne Port, and after all the trouble she had gone through, she was already hungry.
"Here's good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?"
Xia Yibing stood beside her and watched her eat, her eyes much softer than usual.
"That's good news," Hitzfeld said.
"Why?" the woman was curious. "Most people always prefer bitterness first and sweetness later."
"Because in the current situation, as long as there is one piece of bad news, it's all bad news." Hitzfeld chewed and said unclearly, "It's like a seriously ill person who won a bet on a football game - does good news have anything to do with him?"
"I envy your irrational intuition."
Xia Yibing shook her head helplessly.
"The good news is... Daniel Vista won't be able to cause you any trouble for the time being."
"Bad news."
Hitzfeld asked cooperatively.
"It's not because he feels you are cleared of suspicion, but because you are involved in more serious charges."
Ok?
Hitzfeld raised an eyebrow.
In the detective system, what charge could be more serious than defection?
"Wait." She swallowed the food with great effort and raised her head: "He won't suspect that I am that thing, right?"
That thing.
It refers to the "seeds of destruction".
Didn’t they say that other people had had this dream?
That person might be involved with the Seed of Destruction, so naturally she might also be involved.
"This matter involves the Dead Silence Woods." Xia Yibing nodded, her voice very low at this time.
"That's a Level 9 file. I only vaguely heard a little bit of it when they were talking. It seems that there are some very dangerous seeds hidden among humans, which may be discovered and detonated at any time."
"What happens after it explodes?" Hitzfeld demanded. "And... 'some'?"
She suspected that she had heard wrongly.
So doesn't the Seed of Destruction exist alone?
Are there a lot?
More than one?
“I don’t know~” The woman spread her hands. “I told you it’s beyond your authority. Unless they show us, don’t know.”
"Is it related to Blackwood City?" Hitzfeld felt that this matter was increasingly beyond her expectations.
She never forgot how Mrs. Glee died.
Naturally, she remembered everything the lady did and every word she said before she died.
She remembered clearly that the lady had once confessed to Xia when she was torturing him: she had only moved the time of destruction forward by one year.
And now it has been almost a year since then.
