The atmosphere in the restaurant was extremely heavy.
This is a long Gothic table that spans the entire restaurant. The heavy metal long table exudes a dull light. The table runner on the table is a dark blue that is so dark that the color is almost invisible. Above the table runner is placed
Vase of the same color and pure white flowers.
The napkins and tableware in front of everyone are pure white. Except for the flames on the candlesticks placed between the two vases, there is no warm color on the entire table.
Almost all the people sitting at the table were wearing dark suits and ties with the same color bias. The collars were arranged very neatly, and even the tie knots were exactly the same. The dress and atmosphere did not look like a wedding banquet.
, rather like coming to attend a funeral.
It is not difficult to see that some of them are not accustomed to suits at all, but they still try their best to fit themselves into the black suit and adapt themselves to this gray and heavy shell.
It is precisely because most people are like this that the few remaining ones stand out. When Mrs. Nehret walked into the restaurant, she almost immediately noticed those few out-of-place figures.
Schiller was re-folding the napkin, his movements were small but very serious, Beibei was smiling and chatting with another businessman, Natasha was just sitting quietly, but very eye-catching.
Xia is looking at the silverware in his hand.
The most outstanding thing about them is that they don't have the temperament of being frightened and worried that they have done something wrong. Instead, they are very calm and don't even feel that they are alien.
Mrs. Nehlet squeezed the handkerchief in her hand slightly, but she still walked into the restaurant with her head held high, showing a slightly stiff smile to all the guests.
Schiller raised his head and stared at the lady who walked in. She was an aristocratic lady whose biological age looked like she was only in her early 30s, but she looked exhausted and decadent as if she was in her fifties or sixties.
She wore a well-fitted black dress with a high collar and long sleeves. The collar flower turned forward was attached to the tip of her chin. The cuffs covered half of the back of her hands. Only the waist curve showed off her graceful figure, but she also
Most of it was covered by the shawl hanging in the crook of the arm.
She wore a small top hat with a half veil, and her eyes under the black mesh were slightly cloudy. Although the dark circles and red bloodshot eyes greatly obscured her beauty, the bones of her face and the distribution of her facial features could still be seen.
It can be seen that this is a very beautiful lady.
Schiller sighed softly. Unfortunately, this lady's rigid and even rigid behavior had eliminated most of her beauty, but it did not support the inner spirit of her outer personality, making her look like a walking zombie.
In Schiller's opinion, the other people in the living room were all showing off with their appearance, because their status was not as good as that of the members of the Nehlet family, and they were mostly here to ask for help from them, so they hoped to use the information they had obtained in advance.
Give yourself some confidence by acting like the Nehlet family likes you best.
But this is not the case with this lady. She is by no means a truly courageous person who can support the family, but she must also dress in this direction, which is where her confidence lies.
If you want to talk about the difference between being truly confident and forcing yourself to dress up, you only need to look at the images of Natasha and Mrs. Nehlet at this time to know.
From the perspective of dressing, Mrs. Nehlet is more suitable for the title of Black Widow. After all, she is black from head to toe, with a gloomy complexion and a gloomy temperament. She looks like a new widow full of resentment.
But Natasha was as beautiful as an unsheathed sword, with her loose red hair setting off her bright face, looking like a dead rose newly blooming in a burned garden.
Of course Mrs. Nehlet also noticed this. There were many women among the guests, many of them very beautiful, but they were not as eye-catching as Natasha. The fundamental reason was Natasha's sharp and aggressive
Her temperament makes her beauty the best weapon.
Natasha turned to look at Mrs. Nehlet, her eyes widened slightly for a moment, and then she nodded in a friendly manner. Mrs. Nehret's grip on the handkerchief tightened, and veins almost appeared.
She smiled stiffly again, and with the help of the servant, she sat down on the main seat. After being silent for a while with her lips pursed, she raised the wine glass with her hand and toasted to everyone.
"Thank you very much for coming. The Nehlet family would like to express our sincere gratitude to you for being able to enjoy this event."
After speaking, she raised her head and took a sip of red wine, while Schiller's eyes fell on her slightly trembling wrist muscles.
It looked like a very ordinary physiological cramp, but it added a sickly gloominess to a dry and pale hand.
Schiller slowly put down his wine glass, and withdrew his gaze before Mrs. Nihlet noticed his gaze. Mrs. Nihlet continued: "To be honest with you, the Nihlet family has indeed encountered some troubles. Some of the details are in
The housekeeper should inform everyone before you come here."
"Because the situation is urgent, I won't be too polite. In the opinion of all capable masters, why did my eldest son Owen suddenly become ill? Why did my little girl go crazy?"
Mrs. Nehret could not hide her anxious and sad look, which in the eyes of a group of professional liars was the characteristic of a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered, so someone immediately said: "Sorry, madam, no offense, but from my experience
Look, this might be a ghost causing trouble..."
"Nonsense, I'm afraid this is a very ancient curse, coming from the bloodline of the Nehret family, which can be traced back to 'Nehret who is good at fighting'."
"Yes, that's right, this is an Indian curse. I saw the Indian's ghost roaring in your lady's body!"
"You guys are a bunch of liars! What does it have to do with curses and ghosts? There is obviously something wrong with the magnetic field in Nihlet Manor. The magnetic field here can affect people's minds and cause brain wave disorders. We must believe in science!"
"Scientific nonsense! Didn't you see how much strength Miss Nehret burst out just now? Is that the strength a five or six-year-old girl should have? She is definitely possessed by an evil spirit!"
"I think so, and her situation is very dangerous. The ghost is likely to control her to hurt people in the house. Madam, you'd better take care of her quickly and perform an exorcism ceremony!"
Everyone said something to each other, some were in favor and some were against, but in the end, the ghost and curse theories accounted for the majority.
In order to show their positivity, many people began to talk about their ideas in a spitting manner, focusing more on refuting their opponents' theories, but they did not notice that the look on Mrs. Nihlet's face was getting worse and worse.
Dejected.
At this moment, a figure rushed into the restaurant, blocked by several servants. Schiller, who was dining, paused with his knife and looked up at the figure who broke in. He was a middle-aged man wearing a camel plaid suit.
A young man with a face somewhat similar to Mrs. Nehlet and a slightly funny mustache.
"Drive these damn liars out, drive them all away. They are all a bunch of deceitful, dirty, stupid and brainless bad guys..."
The middle-aged man was spitting and shouting, and Mrs. Nehlet immediately changed her face and stood up. She pointed at the middle-aged man and shouted at the servant: "Take him away, take him away quickly!"
"Mr. Prosh, Mr. Prosh! Please leave here quickly. Leave here with us. This is an important banquet for Madam. You can't..."
The short, middle-aged man broke free from the footman's oppression and shouted to Mrs. Nehlet: "Sister, you know that's not a ghost, you know that's not a ghost!"
Mr. Prosci was still taken away. Mrs. Nehlet stared at his back as he was being taken away, with an incomprehensible expression on her face. After a while, she turned back, looked down at the tableware and said: "He is my crazy brother. Since I
My mother-in-law has been living here since her family fell into ruin. He has serious mental problems and will act up every now and then. He is really getting more and more crazy, so don’t worry about it."
An old man with gray hair who looked like a priest stood up and said: "Madam, there is something really wrong with the situation of your children. Although it seems a little hasty and presumptuous, we'd better prepare a simple exorcism ceremony first."
"Hello, sir, may I ask..."
"I come from a church in the Trappist area and am now the bishop of a rural church. If you can trust me, I will prepare holy water and a cross right now."
Just as Mrs. Nehlet was about to speak, the old man crossed himself on his chest and said: "Please don't mind, ma'am, I am raising funds for the orphanage in the district. There are many children in the orphanage who were mistakenly thought by their parents to be possessed by demons."
Son, I have quite a bit of experience with this, please let me try."
Mrs. Nehret immediately wiped the corners of her eyes with the handkerchief in her hand and said: "Thank God, it must be God who sent you to me. If my children are rescued, my husband and I will go to your place in person in the second half of the year."
The Holy See expresses its gratitude.”
The others looked at me and I looked at you, but they didn't dare to speak out to refute and seize the opportunity. This old man was a certified priest. Even if they were unwilling to do so, they didn't dare to go past him and steal the limelight.
Besides, everyone was a little worried about the so-called demonic possession. The behavior of the young lady in the garden was a bit too scary. It was okay if there was no demon, but if there was a demon, wouldn't it mean that she would have to tear herself into pieces? So let others
It’s also good to go exploring.
In this way, the guests and guests enjoyed the rest of the banquet. Mrs. Nehlet's eyes fell on the two Batman and Schiller several times, but she did not speak. However, these weird people in strange clothes behaved at this time.
Extremely silent, as if he was not interested in being possessed by evil spirits at all.
Until the banquet came to an end, it was already past 12 noon, and the famous Mr. Nehlet returned to the manor together with another tall man.
As soon as he entered the restaurant, he attracted everyone's attention. No one looked at Mrs. Nihlet who was sitting at the head table. Instead, they all walked up to greet Mr. Nihlet.
Mr. Nehret is a bit short and relatively thin. He wears a pair of round-rimmed glasses and looks like an affable businessman.
But he is also wearing a black coat, trousers, hat, and bow tie all matte black. Only the lining sweater is white, or pure white without any patterns. The whole person perfectly blends into the heavy and solemn atmosphere of the restaurant.
But he is not the most exaggerated. The man behind him called Mr. Hancock is a real walking black sculpture. He is covered in black from head to toe. Whether it is a shirt, coat or boots, they are all tightly wrapped.
He wore a tight, extremely serious face under the brim of his hat, and his gloomy eyes were like scanning rays, constantly scanning back and forth on everyone.
Finally, Hancock saw Schiller and his party who were sitting at the dining table and did not get up in a hurry. Schiller looked at him with helpless eyes, his eyebrows tightened together, and the deep lines on his brows overlapped into vertical and horizontal ravines, and his eyes
Full of contempt and dissatisfaction.
The moment Natasha stood up from the chair and turned around, Hancock's eyes glazed over for a moment, but he did not move away immediately. A smile immediately appeared on Natasha's lips.
This chapter has been completed!