无数的疑问和惊骇瞬间涌上心头,但林晚用强大的意志力将其死死压住。她不能在这里失态,不能暴露更多信息。她只是微微垂下眼帘,长长的睫毛在脸颊上投下淡淡的阴影,用英语轻声回答,语气带着一丝恰到好处的、属于“遗孀”或“后人”的哀伤与克制:“He sleeps… and perhaps, that is a form of peace.(他沉睡着……或许,这也是一种安宁。)”
“Very well.(很好。)” 他点了点头,语气重新变得正式而疏离,但用词却更加指向核心,“The tokens are recognized. The claim is… potentially valid. However, access to what you seek – the legacy, the proof, the sealed truth – is not granted by tokens alone. The old ways demand more.(信物已被确认。诉求……具有潜在有效性。然而,通往你所寻求之物——遗产、证据、被封存的真相——的道路,并非仅凭信物即可开启。古老的方式要求更多。)”
他停顿了一下,目光扫过陈烬和陆沉舟,最后重新定格在林晚身上,声音压低,带着一种不容置疑的仪式感:
“To proceed, you must demonstrate that you not only hold the key, but also understand the lock. You must prove that the melody of the past still resonates in your soul.(若要继续,你必须证明,你不仅持有钥匙,也理解锁芯。你必须证明,过去的旋律,依然在你的灵魂中共鸣。)”