Chapter 195: Memory Object
The door was slowly pushed open a crack, the corridor outside was silent, the sky was gradually brightening, though the wind and snow were still pouring, but the light was much brighter.
Clark glanced through the crack to observe the commotion outside the room, seeing no one passing by, his heart felt much more at ease, so he slowly closed the room door again.
Sitting on the bed in Butler Valente’s room, Clark clasped his ten fingers together, hanging his head in deep thought.
He was thinking about how to act next, trying to make himself survive to a much more distant time.
Thinking of time, Clark couldn’t help but think of the pocket watch he still carried with him, he opened the pocket watch, watching the hands slowly moving on the dial, his heartbeat seemed to slow down along with it.
“It’s a bit strange, there’s not a single timekeeping tool in this castle.” Clark recalled every room in the castle he had been to, even in Bluebeard the Count’s master bedroom there was no clock, which made him curious how the people living in this castle usually judged time.
Thinking carefully, even yesterday when everyone reported what they had been doing before Bluebeard the Count died, no one provided accurate time figures.
This was actually quite unreasonable, after all, without a relatively precise time scale, this world could not achieve its current level of civilization.
Unless… time in this world might be abnormal.
Thinking of this, Clark couldn’t help but associate it with his conjecture about the authenticity of the world, this world was really full of unreasonableness and strangeness everywhere, books that did not match the world’s era background appeared, and now there was not even a tool to record time.
“Is it possible that the time shown on my pocket watch is correct?” Clark couldn’t help but think this, at this time the pocket watch showed 11:37 a.m., from the time he had just seen when he arrived at the castle, only three hours had passed.
“Could three hours be the true passage of time in this world?” Clark couldn’t help but have such an absurd idea.
Humans are creatures that survive by perception, assuming someone is thrown into a false world, where the passage of time is artificially controlled, then a person in such a false world, without any tool to measure the time scale, would think the time he observes is the correct time.
Of course, a prerequisite for this assumption to hold is that the person’s physiological functions can adapt to the time flow speed of the false world.
Is this possible?
Yes! In the world Clark was familiar with, there existed all kinds of supernatural mysterious powers, if he was influenced by some anomalous power, and his physiological functions adapted to the time flow speed of this false world, then his assumption could hold.
“Could this be the truth of this world?” Clark frowned tightly, he felt the truth was more than that, from Butler Valente’s tone earlier, the truth of this world was definitely crazier than he currently imagined.
“And that cat tooth bracelet too, why can people who touch that thing see the memories of the bracelet’s owner.” When Clark and Miss Mireille touched that cat tooth bracelet, they both saw Miss Hera’s memories.
The mother in Miss Hera’s memories was not as approachable as she described herself, she was completely a madwoman.
In the memory, the being that seemed to be Miss Hera’s younger sister died, then Miss Hera’s mother said to let “her” be the younger sister.
Growing up under such a mother, Miss Hera’s heart was definitely far from her stunning appearance, and her knowledge of evil demon-subduing techniques further confirmed that her mind was ugly and twisted.
Thinking of this, Clark suddenly had a flash of inspiration, because he recalled a detail, that was when Butler Valente and Miss Hera turned into the fused monster and appeared, when Valente said he “didn’t fully understand”, Valente’s gaze had briefly lingered a bit longer on the cat tooth bracelet, then he showed a playful smile.
Clark’s facial expression became solemn: “He knew from the beginning that people who touch the cat tooth bracelet would see Miss Hera’s memories, and at that time because he saw me touch the cat tooth bracelet he said I indeed knew something, but by observing my expression he realized I hadn’t pieced together the full truth…”
Clark’s eyes gradually brightened, his train of thought becoming clearer: “So that’s it, there might be other items in this castle similar to the cat tooth bracelet, people who touch them will be influenced by unknown power and see the memories residing on the object, as long as I see enough memories or key memories, I can know the full truth of this world.”
He immediately stood up, looking at this room, conjecturing if there were other items here that could let him see others’ memories.
But thinking of Butler Valente’s meticulous, perfectionist way of doing things, such important things must be carried on him, the fact that he searched the entire room and found no anomalous items was the best proof.
“Damn, doesn’t this put me back in a dead end?” Clark cursed inwardly, feeling a wave of powerlessness, “To get the truth of the world, I must contact Butler Valente who turned into the fused monster, and approaching him is a dead end for me.”
His facial expression fluctuating, Clark’s reason was slowly wearing away with the passage of time, however, after standing passively in place for a short while, he suddenly made a decision, he was going to take a gamble!
After tiptoeing out of Butler Valente’s room, Clark kept a straight face, gritted his teeth, and headed back the way he had escaped.
The reason for going back the same way, on one hand he wanted to confirm Miss Mireille’s survival, on the other hand he wanted to investigate Miss Mireille, if she was dead, her corpse would be nearby, her room was also not far from Miss Hera’s room that caught fire.
If everyone in this castle had memory objects residing with their memories—tentatively calling them memory objects—then Miss Mireille must have such a thing on her or in her room, if he could get it, perhaps he could see Miss Mireille’s memories, getting one step closer to the truth.
This was the only memory object Clark could think of that he might have a chance to get his hands on.
Coming back to the corridor of the castle’s maids’ rooms, with trepidation he approached Miss Hera’s Room again, only to see large scorch marks left at the room door, the big fire in the room was probably extinguished, no smoke flowing out from the room door.
Coming to the door, glancing inside the house, Clark’s heart immediately tensed up.
A mess, wounded all over, the wardrobe was violently torn open, scorched clothes everywhere, however Clark did not see Miss Mireille’s corpse.
Miss Mireille actually didn’t die? Or rather, she might not have died here?
Although he didn’t know what happened at the time, Clark sincerely prayed that Miss Mireille could live on well.
While thinking, Clark came to the door of Miss Mireille’s room and turned the door handle.
