This famous restaurant in Green Forest City is known for its strange and mysterious decoration style. Thick curtains are used to block the light, candles are lit in the room, and the smell of rosemary spreads around.
Aaron was sitting at the dining table, and the oil painting door he purchased was placed on the carriage by the driver.
Opposite him, William Mark was sitting upright, holding a glass of colorful cocktail in his hand, still talking: "Xilin is a pure businessman, but this temporary price increase method is too disgraceful... I I can guarantee that his reputation in our circle will drop a lot in the future!"
After he finished speaking, a look of confusion appeared on his face again: "Poor Sisyphus died of a sudden illness during the investigation..."
"This is not necessarily true. Maybe he mutated out of control on the spot in the investigation bureau, so he was killed..." Aaron added in his mind: "Of course, it is also possible that he was not actually dead, but he found an excuse to imprison him. Anyway, it won’t be easy to think about it in the future...it’s like being dead.”
The Bureau of Investigation has a great reputation. He has heard it many times in underground gatherings and knows their usual methods.
"Come, try the witch soup pasta here, the business card of Green Forest City...Thank you to the great Earl of Green Forest."
William Mark quickly changed the subject and focused on the sumptuous meal.
"Actually, I heard a historian say that Earl Greenson was a seriously underestimated gourmet. For example, he also invented cream pudding, ice cream, black forest cake and other delicacies..."
Aaron: "..."
He could prove that he only invented a pudding recipe, and he used it to deal with Ginny.
As for the rest, they are all framed!
Even the witch soup pasta was only mentioned casually.
It was obvious that William liked this soup very much. After finishing all the noodles, he still dipped the bread into the soup and ate it, not wanting to waste any of it.
He stared at this scene speechlessly, and suddenly touched the center of his eyebrows, feeling slightly touched by his 'premonition of danger'.
Aaron reached out and pressed the holster on his waist, and immediately looked in the direction of the source of the danger. It came from the window!
'It's a slight danger, but there seems to be a monster lurking in the dark...'
He came to the edge of the window, opened the curtains, and looked towards the road.
He saw a carriage suddenly lose control and hit a gas lamp on the roadside.
The screams of women and the sounds of pedestrians taking cover were heard one after another.
With a loud noise, the carriage hit the street light directly, smashing the metal street light pole into a twisted arc.
A coachman covered in blood came out shakily. There was no panic or fear on his face, only confusion.
"vomit!"
He suddenly fell to his knees in pain and vomited out a ball of black filth. On top of the dark and bloody matter, small black insects flew up.
They flew towards the surrounding crowd, and even began to bite the skin of onlookers, burrowing into their bodies through the breach, causing bursts of screams.
"What happened?"
William Mark came over curiously, and immediately looked at the scene of the man spitting out bugs, and seemed to be stunned.
"William, we must leave here immediately."
Aaron lowered his voice and pulled William out of the Witch House restaurant and towards the carriage parked aside.
The carriage driver Ramiz waited loyally beside the carriage and said quickly when they saw him: "Sir... there seems to be a traffic accident over there..."
He was not directly opposite the accident scene, so his understanding was limited, but he also understood that he should not stay in a chaotic place.
"Let's go, get out of here."
Aaron grabbed William and got into the carriage, which started quickly.
At this time, through the car window, you can still see the patrol police running in the opposite direction and blocking the scene, as well as several Bureau of Investigation agents without uniforms.
"William...you seem to be in trouble?"
Aaron looked at William and asked suddenly.
"I...I have a headache, I seem to have seen such a scene!" William covered his head, his brows filled with pain.
'He saw something he shouldn't have seen before, his memory was wiped away, and there are still sequelae. Now he is just a little better, and he is stimulated by a similar picture. Could it be that his memory has been restored?'
Aaron is not very optimistic about the Bureau's technology.
As long as it exists, it will leave traces!
The so-called memory interference cannot completely erase all traces in the mind.
After being stimulated, it is very possible to break through the blockade!
'However, the scene is so chaotic, I'm afraid the Investigation Bureau won't be able to find everyone, there must be something missing...'
'How are you going to cover up this time? Will wild insects breed in large numbers?'
His expression was slightly solemn: 'Are these black bugs related to Roberts? Is this former archbishop planning something instead of escaping from Green Forest?'
"How's it going? Are you feeling better?"
The carriage continued to move forward, and after a while, after hearing the other party's breathing become easier, Aaron looked at William and asked with concern.
"Thank you, I'm much better."
William Mark's face was still pale, but there was a strange look in his eyes: "In this world, the curtain of reality has been lifted, and there are things we don't know exist!"
'It seems that the memory has been restored?'
Aaron pretended not to know: "What are you talking about?"
"My friend, I know too much and will not be kind to you... Please send me to Dr. Hannibal's clinic." William Mark said.
"OK."
Aaron faithfully played the role of a friend and first sent William to Dr. Hannibal's private clinic.
This doctor has a good relationship with William. Last time I heard that he used his medicine to get rid of William's headache.
Now that William has a problem, it is natural for him to come to him immediately.
But Aaron seemed to see some different clues.
‘The extraordinary and mysterious nature of this world has been perfectly integrated with the secular world. Wild extraordinary people are hidden under ordinary people and their work...’
He chatted for a few words with Doctor Hannibal, whom he had met before, and then left directly, murmuring in his heart on the carriage.
After tossing a coin and confirming his guess, Aaron said directly to Ramiz: "Go home!"
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Golden Rose Street, No. 33.
"Master, are you back?"
When Sylvia saw Aaron coming back, a smile appeared on her face and she stepped forward to take his coat.
"Um……"
Aaron looked at Sylvia and said seriously: "Go ahead, it's been very chaotic and dangerous outside recently. Don't go out if you have nothing to do..."
Judging from what happened today, there is a high probability that Roberts wants to cause trouble.
And if a non-human being wants to make some noise, the scope and impact must be very wide!
At this thought, Aaron's eyes couldn't help but become a little deep and dark.
"Yes! I will tell them..."
Sylvia saw the young master's serious expression for the first time and couldn't help but answer sternly.
