The door of the gray old house is ajar and can be opened without a key.
It was a mess inside, with debris scattered everywhere, as if it had been robbed.
Valentine looked around and said:
"Someone removed valuable items from here."
He saw that several rooms on the first floor had their doors open and empty, and there were traces of heavy boxes on the ground.
"We are still too late. The client's companions should have noticed the abnormality and transferred them in advance." Imre, the mixed-race person, exhaled.
The "Purifiers" spread out and began searching this small space.
Not long after, Angoulême picked up a few pieces of white paper that had fallen on the edge of the stairs, lifted them up, and looked at the sunlight carefully.
Then, he took out one of the sheets and quickly scribbled on it with the half-cut pencil he carried.
Some traces gradually became prominent, and several complete words were outlined:
Franka, who had white hair and brown eyes, was even stunned.
The faces are made of white mist, full of malice and joy.
Angoulême said nothing and signaled the team members to continue working.
Is that guy stupid? Does he think that dogs can talk and answer his questions?
"Nothing serious!"
You finally understand how Imre monitors the Red House Cafe!
"Besides, that can still be left to the official ordinary people. Once you ask something, he will be exposed." Franka nodded heavily.
Waiting for Ou Shengying to respond, you raised your hand and said:
Fuosheng suddenly came to his senses, silently changed into a pair of non-red boots, and walked towards the door step by step.
"Since it's business, this guy has to go."
Franka nodded heavily:
Franka walked behind the full-length mirror and looked at her hair outside, which slowly turned white, her pupils turned dark brown, her skin became more delicate, and her lines became more severe.
"Does he really have any psychological burden?"
When Franka paid the fare of 2 felgins, Imre jumped on by himself, pretending to be a dog related to the other party, and looked for the Red House Cafe under the street filled with the smell of fermented grapes.
Albert Goncourt was the mastermind of the Trier riots six years ago, one of the leaders of the Carbonari Party, and the leader of the largest anti-government armed force.
Imre raised the corner of his mouth:
I recounted another story of the "Rose School" and my own concerns:
Oh, I remembered it as soon as I read it. You talk about it a lot, right? Imre responded with a smile:
Outside the bright sunshine, Franca was wearing a rough shirt with no lace flowers on the collar and cuffs and her favorite off-white breeches. She was wearing a pair of slippers and looked at Imre and said:
"Woof!"
“What does it feel like to be a puppy?
I took Franka to the new dangerous house on Nightingale Street, took out a brown ritual dog skin, and wrapped it under me.
"Look to him if you have nothing to do."
After a while, Franka asked curiously:
"Forget it, just think about it. It is necessary to really go. This is too decadent. You have to control yourself so that you can indulge in desires and completely indulge yourself."
Seeing such a scene, the mixed-race Goncourt said sincerely:
After saying that, you were full of energy and asked with high spirits:
A moment ago, a brown-and-yellow puppy was missing from the room.
"dog!"
This is a small sacrificial site, with a semi-low platform made of gray and white stones in the middle.
Unlumian patted the off-white humanoid machine following him and placed the brass key obtained from Chelia Bello in its left palm.
Ou Shengying laughed:
"Is there nothing going on?" Franca was inexplicably not frightened. "Is it okay for him to just wait for the party? There probably wasn't one last week."
"You are relying on your lack of 'lies' and this transformation illusion to disguise yourself as a man and get out of the fun party to experience it, right?"
A dark light suddenly rose from under the ritual dog's skin, completely surrounding Ou Shengying.
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Entrance to Apartment 601, No. 3 Bailitau Street, Market District.
"He gave you the 'lie'. How did he disguise himself as a man and rely on this transformation illusion?"
"It's very similar to his real appearance, but he's pretty enough and unattractive." Imre commented pertinently.
An hour ago, this seven-wheeled two-seater carriage stopped in the town of Chaillot.
"Who said you have to pretend to be a man?" Imre replied with a wicked smile.
At present, this thing can only be used to move things, knock nails, barely walk and run, and do any detailed or mental operations, and the durability is not enough, otherwise we can save a lot of trouble.
You then said with a serious and solemn face:
"So and so of this 'Blissful Society' said that we have been in contact with members of the 'Moment Society' and 'Darcissus Society', and are not participants of the men's joy party in the Red Room, and want to develop you into believers of the 'Mother Tree of Desire'
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As the fog disappeared, the specific appearance of the outside appeared in the eyes of Valentine and others.
Ou Shengying added with a smile:
I originally wanted to say that I don't have the charm of the devil, but I still chose to stimulate Franka.
"That's not the purpose of today. He went to the Red House Cafe to drink one or two hours of coffee, and to show off his masculine charm in a subtle way, hoping that it would attract same-sex chats, or to observe the other guests and find out the suspected joy.
The male participants in the party took the initiative to chat and establish contact, laying the foundation for further understanding." Although Ou Shengying was relieved, she still knew that such things could definitely be alleviated and that they had to follow a certain process and do it step by step.
Several "Purifiers" could hear the hidden meaning of love in the deacon's words, and they all smiled and turned their attention to this gray-white humanoid machine.
"If he becomes a 'Muggle', you will welcome him!"
"Did he really think about it before he thought you were planning to do that?
"Albert Goncourt...underground...riots...time..."
It is not completely red, but it does not have a bright, mushroom-like red roof. The main body of the building is off-white, and there are no bold graffiti on the walls.
Having said that, you looked at Imre and said in a critical tone:
A thin mist suddenly surged to the door, twisting the body and highlighting one face after another that seemed as real as rubbings.
After completing the search on the first and second floors, they followed the stairs to the low cellar.
"I forgot to tell him that the negative effect of that magical item is to dampen the wearer's emotions."
Immediately afterwards, I chanted loudly in Hermes:
Click, the robot turned the brass key and opened the iron-white light door.
"Is there any problem?"
I saw that the top of the off-white altar was supposed to be inlaid with something, but now it had been removed, leaving only a shallow and wide mark.
"Do you care whether it is produced by the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery? You only care about whether it is bad or useless.
Before repeatedly confirming whether there were any hidden dangers, Ang Ou Shengying took the robot and retreated.
The brown-and-yellow-furred puppy glanced at Franka and opened its mouth:
Very slowly, I arrived at the house near the forest of Donlogne.
"A ring?" Onlumian wondered loudly.
Franka stared blankly at the figure in the mirror and didn't speak for a long time.
Along the way, Imre wanted to bite the guy several times, because you often curiously touched the puppy's fur, belly and head, trying to find out where it was the same as a real dog.
At the end of the cellar there is a door made of black iron with a brass lock cylinder.
Imre laughed again and carefully explained the role of "lie" and the precautions.
Imre found a place to lie down far away from the small door of the Red House Cafe, and quietly watched Franka walk away in the image of a white-haired beauty.
"Why is he here again?"
Imre took out the "Lie" in the shape of a silver necklace, handed it to Fuosheng and said:
"..." Franka gritted her teeth and said, "Your desire to punch him has been downplayed."
The sunshine here fell one after another, quickly clearing away the fog in front of the White Iron Gate.
"When the robot is cured, it only needs to be repaired or replaced. If they are cured, you still have to approve the pension and face the tears of their relatives and friends."
Fuoseng shook his head:
"Albert Goncourt..." Imre looked at the paper in the deacon's hand and frowned unconsciously.
As soon as Franka broke the "lie", she eagerly said:
Immediately afterwards, Unlumian turned several knobs under the humanoid mechanical body.
"Emotions that were not there before will be downplayed."
"This Red House Cafe where men's happy parties are often held?" Franka asked in surprise.
Before retreating into the corridor, you were truly confused and glanced at Imre beside you:
"Yes."
Compared with your original flamboyant ugliness, you are now a little less calm and appear more mature. Your seven sense organs tend to be delicate, and the whole thing does not have an indescribable charm.
"He used it to change the color of his hair and eyes, and fine-tune his seven sense organs. In short, he could use it to give him a real look. What if Maiple Meier was hiding in the dark? You can recognize his old pigeonhole at a glance.
The current owner of the theater!”
"Uh..." Franka was stunned for a moment, "No wonder you became more relaxed as soon as you started!"
"If you follow that line, you will definitely be able to find the hidden core members of the 'Blissful Society'. At most, you will be able to kill Miep Meyer and those who know the rough plan of Suzanne Mattis."
Imre weakly retreated into the room, glanced left and right and said:
They were biting madly at the humanoid mechanical creation that was cursing the door, but the other party was unmoved.
"You go now!"
"When will we go? Does he have control over the time of the party and what are the conditions for being invited?"
The low-energy phlogiston backpack on the back of the gray-white robot sprayed out less white mist. They drove the lively machine back step by step, inserting the brass key into the lock cylinder at the preset height.
Franka said "tsk", took the brown puppy that Imre had transformed into, hired a taxi, and headed to the town of Chaillot, west of Lavigny Pier.
"You want to go to Chaoyue and go to this Red House Cafe?"
Imre taunted back:
"Deacon, he is really a judge. He is the person who hates mechanical creation the most in the entire church."