"It sounds similar to what happened to Charlie. The only difference is that those are women and Charlie is a man..." The strange creatures suspected to be Susanna Matisse do not choose gender, or there are similar ones, but the gender is male.
Another weird creature?
"The greater probability is the latter possibility, because the three victims in Onette Town are all women, and there are no men..."
Well, there is another difference between those three women and Charlie. They do not have partners either openly or secretly. And not long after Charlie prayed to Susanna Matisse, he became Mrs. Alice's lover... If it hadn't been for this matter
, will Charlie be like the three victims, and eventually die of weakness caused by overindulgence?
"Mrs. Alice became the victim in his place, or is this just the beginning?" Lumian thought of a lot from the things shared by the man with the oil paint on his face, and made some assumptions.
He now only hopes that the authorities will take this case seriously and not imprison Susanna.
Matisse was completely disfigured.
As for whether the authorities would suspect that there were extraordinary people hiding among Charlie's friends because of the letter asking for help, Lumian was not too worried - when he wrote the letter, he deliberately misrepresented Charlie's personal information and situation, and even in a certain
There were a few minor mistakes in the inconspicuous details, which made the letter writer look more like someone who had a deep grudge against Susanna Mattis, tracked her for a long time, and wanted to use Charlie's incident to lure the authorities to help him take revenge.
, so I am more concerned about Susanna and Matisse’s problems, and lacks sufficient understanding of Charlie.
After the participants of the party chatted for a while about the strange events in Onette Town, Mr. K’s waiter picked up something covered with black cloth.
Another waiter began to introduce, "This is a painting from a friend of a certain participant. He himself is also an extraordinary person. He died mysteriously two months ago, and he painted this painting before his death." p>
At this time, the waiter holding the painting took off the black cloth covering the surface and displayed the extraordinary man's legacy.
At this time, an oil painting was painted with various bright and strong colors to create a bizarre and hallucinatory scene: there were green weeds growing to the sky, a golden sun hidden in the well, and blood pouring down from high in the sky.
In the river, there are black figures gathered together as if dancing, and clouds made of white skulls.
Just after looking at this painting for a few seconds, Lumian felt dizzy.
According to the letters and diaries left by the owner of the painting, this painting may contain some kind of truth, which points to the nature of the world and the origin of mysticism.
"This may also hide the real reason for his strange death. If any participant wants to study it, the price can be negotiated."
Do you still want to sell this kind of thing for money? You don’t even want to give it to me! Lumian cursed and withdrew his gaze.
Lumian is only interested in real extraordinary characteristics, potion formulas, magical items, extraordinary weapons or occult knowledge with practical value.
Obviously, most of the party attendees did not want to spend money to buy such an unknown painting with unknown secrets. In the end, Mr. K’s waiter put it away and covered it with black cloth again.
At a quarter past ten, Mr. K announced that the party was over and everyone left in batches.
When he went out, Lumian clearly felt that the convener was looking at him, with some sense of scrutiny.
"Will he send someone to follow me and investigate me?" Lumian suddenly had such an idea. Not only did he not care about this, he even looked forward to it.
Apart from occasionally summoning messengers, there is nothing unusual about him now, and he can withstand any investigation!
As long as he controls himself and does not contact Ms. Magician, Lumian believes that Mr. K will soon get a nearly true report.
Charles is indeed a wild Beyonder who lacks the necessary common sense on many things. He is suspected to be from Kordu Village and is pursuing the whereabouts of Ji Xiaomu, Bene and others, and is himself wanted.
In that case, if Lumian shows off his ability and extreme attitude, it won't be long before he may receive an invitation from Mr. K to become his subordinate and a member of the organization behind him.
Sometimes, inadvertently exposing one's own weaknesses and true situation is an effective way to win the trust of others.
In this way, Lumian and Aosta found a hidden corner in the house at No. 19 Scheer Street, changed their disguises, and returned to the Honest Market area.
As he walked towards the chaotic street, Lumian frowned in confusion.
He didn't find out who was following him.
"Is it because Mr. K hasn't planned to investigate me yet, or is it that the person following me is so advanced and has such unique abilities that we didn't notice it at all?" Lumian had a change of thought and threw the matter behind him.
Anyway, he is not afraid of investigation, unless Mr. K is with the Stinger Gang.
After entering the Golden Rooster Hotel, Lumian saw that it was still early, walked through the clean lobby, and turned into the bar in the basement.
Before he could take stock of the situation here, he heard Charlie's angry voice: "Can you believe it? Three hours ago I was at the police headquarters, accused of murder, and three hours later, I was here with
Let’s drink and sing together!”
Ladies and gentlemen, what an incredible thing I have experienced again. I bet that no one here can be like me...
"The trainee waiter once again carried a beer bottle, jumped onto the small round table, and began to make a speech to the surrounding drinkers."
His short light brown hair was messy, as if he hadn't tidied it up for several days, and there were obvious beard dregs next to his mouth.
"So soon?" Lumian thought it would take two or three days for Charlie to be released.
He immediately turned his head and said to Lumian: I'll buy you this cup.
Of course, at least I don’t have to worry about being hanged. I don’t want to get little attention when I’m alive, but be watched by thousands of people when I’m about to die.
The citizens of Trier have a hobby of watching the execution of death row prisoners.
Whenever someone is taken to the gallows or executed, the streets and alleys are crowded with people.
In the classical era before Russell the Great, there was even a custom based on this hobby. On the way from the prison to the gallows, if any of the onlookers among the citizens were willing to marry him, he would have his sentence commuted and his sentence reduced.
Punishment and even acquittal.
"Is everything going on?" Lumian asked further.
Charlie took a sip of beer, glanced around, and said in a lowered voice, "I can't tell you the specific process. I signed the commitment letter and it was notarized. You don't know, oh, how magical it is." p>
He originally wanted to add "Let's get together when the time comes", but recalling the courage and ability shown by Ciel, he silently gave up the idea.
Lumian took a sip of the absinthe the bartender pushed and motioned for Charlie to take a seat in a deserted corner.
After confirming that the environment was noisy and no one was listening, he asked: "Is Susanna Matisde's problem solved?"
"I don't know." Charlie shook his head, "They have done a lot of things, but I can't talk about them."
"Have they promised to provide protection for a period of time?" Lumian asked thoughtfully.
Charlie replied awkwardly: "I can't speak."
Lumian smiled: "It seems there is."
If there is no promise to provide protection, then there will be no corresponding words and will not be restricted by the confidentiality commitment letter: "Uh."
Charlie didn't expect that Charles could guess so accurately.
Lumian then asked, "Did they tell you anything? Tell me what you can tell."
Charlie thought about it and said, "They told me, if I have that dream again, don't panic, go to the nearest church after dawn, the church of the Eternal Burning Sun, don't you know? I am now a true believer of the Eternal Burning Sun!"
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Lumian raised his right hand expressionlessly and drew a triangle on his chest.
Charlie was silent for a moment.
After drinking with Charlie, Lumian returned to room 207 and continued to study Aurore's witchcraft notes.
Step by step, he finished washing before midnight, lay down on the bed, and fell into a deep sleep.
Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!
Lumian was awakened by a fierce knock on the door.
Who is it? He frowned, held the fallen mercury in his backhand, walked to the door and carefully opened the wooden door.
Outside the door is Charlie.
He was still wearing a linen shirt, black trousers and strapless leather shoes, and his expression was pale and full of fear.