"Can I see these bowls?" he suddenly asked the man in the black robes. When he received no answer, he picked up an empty bowl in front of him. You can not take a bowl of liquid, because as soon as you touch it, you drink it directly and uncontrollably. Under Barnard's surprised eyes, Jenkins gently stroked the outer surface of the bowl. He confirmed that this thing was really made of wood and the "gold" was just an illusion of his vision. Although he had only touched this type of bowl twice before, it was a matter of life and death at that moment. Jenkins did not have time to feel the unimportant touch, but he could easily find something strange if he was quiet.
"Am I seeing an illusion?" With a vague feeling that it was a very important situation, Jenkins thought alone in his heart and did not ask Barnard rashly. "No, the octopus's influence on me has long since disappeared. It is not a malicious hallucination. But why did not Mr. Barnard see it? What's the difference between him and me? Am I a transmigrator?"
At this thought, Jenkins immediately thought of the legendary "Golden Finger": "What is that, the automatic photoshop golden finger?" He tried to joke with himself to ease his nervousness, and it was somewhat useful. Jenkins sensed that he would soon pick up the thread again.
"Is what I have seen the so-called magical aura? No, whether there is such a thing as magic in this world is another question." He twisted restlessly on the wooden stick and continued thinking, "Assuming that what I saw was the golden finger's reminder of me, is that the so-called [Eye of Truth]?"
With these thoughts, he looked at the bowls again, trying to find new clues, but to no avail. The time was almost wasted, and it was hard to imagine what Barnard would misunderstand if he hesitated any longer.
Jenkins took a deep breath and felt the hazy air, then made one last attempt. He reached out his right hand again, tapped his temple gently and said to himself, "You use superpowers, your eyes are magical."
This time the feeling was immediately different, as if a stream of clear water was flowing into his swollen eyes, and the light on the wooden bowl became clearer. At the same time, Barnard, the man in the black robe, and the candle on the table also lit up. The former had seven different colored points of light on his body, the man in the black robe was dull gray, and only the candle was bright green. The green referred only to the color of the wax itself, and the candlelight was still a faint yellow.
"Eye of truth?" Jenkins struggled to suppress the ecstasy in his heart and kept a nervous expression on his face. "Very well, this additional light is indeed the so-called supernatural light. Let us not think about why we could only see the wooden bowl earlier, the way out is right in front of us."
He stared at the green candle itself, remembering the introduction from earlier, "Green is for treatment. Try it."
No one expected Jenkins to use his outstretched hand to pull off a small piece of wax that had congealed on the table and drop it directly into the bowl beside him. The liquid in the bowl was drunk directly by Jenkins before it could splash out.
"No harm done!" He said with great joy in his heart and told Barnard the result: "It's clear water!" At the same time, the door sealed with wooden planks suddenly opened, and the wooden planks were scattered on the floor. No one could see the scene outside the door. There was only a blinding white light that was very similar to the one he had seen when he first arrived.
"You can go now!" Barnard stood up excitedly, and then he remembered to write those words down for Jenkins to see. Jenkins stood up excitedly as well, but his smile slowly disappeared, and he sat back down. "Wait." Jenkins licked his lips and looked at the rest of the bowls on the table.
"Oh, right." As if he'd said those words, Barnard wrote a few words on the paper and beckoned Jenkins to read them aloud. "Where's our reward?" He read aloud quietly. "Bowl." The ugly and strange voice of the black-robed man sounded again after so long. Barnard immediately stretched out his hands joyfully, but could only pick up one bowl. He was already satisfied and told Jenkins to hurry up, but the young man stared into the air as if he were making important considerations.
"Wait." Finally, he came to a decision. "Since there are rewards in these bowls, why don't you try all the liquids?"
Barnard showed a horrified look on his face and hurriedly wrote, "You are crazy, the rest is probably poisonous, how are you going to taste that?"
"The candle is probably the antidote." He explained quietly, but Barnard obviously did not believe him. He wrote again, "You need to think about it. Maybe it's just a coincidence. What you chose was originally clear water. Boy, our luck is really very good. Do not let your greed swallow your mind."
It's not that Barnard was too conservative, it's just that he couldn't see the Colored light before Jenkins, so surely he wouldn't be so "brave" in the face of an event with a 99% chance of death"
"Maybe it really is a coincidence, but without a bit of courage, how can you live more excitingly when you come to this world?" This thought brought a bright smile to Jenkins' face. He took a large piece of solidified wax from the table, broke it into four small pieces and placed it in the remaining liquid.
Ignoring Barnard's expression, Jenkins took four bowls and drank them one by one. The sound of the bowls and the table banging against each other was endless. Barnard held his breath, not daring to exhale as he watched Jenkins' crazed behavior.
After a while, Jenkins sighed, "All four bowls are clear water."
Barnard nodded frantically and signaled Jenkins to take a bowl and leave quickly.
"Too greedy, how can there be three rewards?" He thought with some regret and reached for a bowl, but he didn't move it, the bowl seemed to be standing firmly on the table. Before he could ask, the man dressed in black who had been sitting there moved.
He stood up and pointed at the candle in the position of the two people sitting opposite him, who seemed to freeze. "Take it."
This was the first time he had said two words. Jenkins didn't react for a while until the enraptured Barnard next to him nudged him and picked up the candle, which was already a little burnt. Then, without turning around, the two of them walked quickly to the light by the door, leaving the man in the black robe standing in the darkness after the candle had disappeared.
The black robe on his body slid uncontrollably towards the light at the door, as if an invisible man was wearing it. A dry skeleton emerged from beneath the clothes, which fell to the floor and disintegrated into bone fragments. After a moment, the bone powder was completely mixed with the dust of the same composition on the floor.