Who Left Their Last Words Here?

[The Great Crusade is a monstrous lie! The 'Golden Fleece' that forged the Twelve Olympian Gods... might just be the umbilical cord of a Higher Being?] [The myriad-limbed maternal matrix of the Heavenly Kingdom has been shattered for thirty thousand years... That egg named 'Morningstar'... is probably not a stairway to ascension!] [Beware of the moon! An anomalous signal has come from the lunar surface... The source identifies itself as the Ark Guanghan... suspected to originate from the lost Yin Ruins civilization...] [It says... Do not answer!] The frozen plains of the Cambrian, the scorched earth of the Triassic, the abyssal depths of the Ordovician... Bai Zhou walks alone among remnants of the past. He alone can hear the death-whispers echoing within— [Haha, who could ever imagine that the secret treasury of the Silver City was buried right below by me?] "Did you know? Underneath this interrogation room lies a pre-civilization vault, and the spirits of the dead are getting restless." Watching the crimson glyphs squirm beneath his feet, Bai Zhou blinked. "But it's fine. My job is to handle them." —After a long silence, neatly jotting down "Prefers to operate late at night; prime suspect for schizophrenia, grave robbing, etc." in the case file, the policewoman slammed the desk and stood up: "Cut the crap! There are no ghosts or monsters in this world!" "Well, have you ever seen one?" "No." "You're welcome," Bai Zhou smiled modestly. "...?"