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Chapter 184: Associations and Speculations (please vote for the last two days)

Lumian's body tensed up momentarily and then relaxed quickly.

He calmly withdrew his gaze from the carriage window, as if he hadn't seen anything.

"What's wrong?" Anthony Reed looked at Lumian and asked.

Lumian smiled: "Nothing."

"That smile of yours and your answers always make me think that you are doing something secretly and up to some conspiracy!" Franka, who was sitting opposite, commented in a muttering tone.

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Lumian raised the corner of his mouth: "When you think I am doing some conspiracy, but I don't do anything, isn't it a conspiracy?"

"Why does your sister always teach you this kind of thing!" Franka criticized "severely".

Jenna glanced at Lumian and didn't ask anything, but just heightened her vigilance.

The four-wheeled and four-seater taxi returned to White Coat Street in the market area. The team members did not leave immediately. According to Lumian's suggestion, they gathered in Franka's apartment to discuss Bouvard's "confession" and prophecy.

As soon as he closed the door, Lumian suddenly said: "Lend me a bedroom."

"Now?" Franka put away her smiling expression.

She heard the seriousness in Lumian's words, and combined with some of the details she had noticed before, she understood that something really happened secretly.

"Yes." Lumian walked to Franka's bedroom and closed the door behind her back.

Jenna, Franka and Anthony Reed looked at each other and did not choose to sit down. They each occupied a position in the light of the gas wall lamp, neither too close nor too far away from each other.

In just three or four minutes, Lumian opened the master bedroom door and walked out.

Franca glanced inside and found that the curtains in her bedroom were closed.

Lumian looked around and said with a smile before Franka asked the question: "I will introduce a friend to you, but you need to turn off the gas wall lamp first."

"What kind of friend? You are so eccentric that you won't be able to speak properly after you become a 'conspirator'." Franka muttered while turning the knob valve located at the bottom of the black gas wall lamp.

Jian Na muttered: "He didn't like to talk well before, he always made people feel like he was being 'provoked'..."

This is not a problem of being a "conspirator", it is a chemical reaction between my personality and the characteristics of the "Hunter" path!

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Soon, the gas wall lamp was extinguished, and the living room became dark. Only the crimson moonlight and dim starlight that penetrated the stratus clouds near the window gave some visibility.

Lumian looked at the glass window and waited patiently.

Franka was also experienced and asked thoughtfully: "Do I need to turn on 'spiritual vision'?"

"It shouldn't be necessary..." As soon as Lumian finished speaking, he saw a face reflected in the dark and slightly shiny glass window.

The skin on the face was swollen, pale and moist, and the eyes were empty, leaving only two black holes stained red.

The missing body of Bovard Pompeiro appears again!

Jenna had not had many experiences with similar situations, so she took a step back in fright, and black flames ignited in her palms.

"It, it has been following us?" Franka had taken out a mirror.

"Yes." Lumian said with a relaxed smile, "According to my observation, it needs a very dark environment to appear. As for the circumstances under which it will attack us, it is not clear yet."

"Aren't you worried or nervous? This thing is a mutated corpse that has been severely contaminated. No one knows what terrifying abilities it has." Franka was infected by Lumian's relaxed attitude and put her face against it without rushing to deal with it.

He saw the corpse of Bovard Pompeiro on the glass window.

Lumian laughed softly: "Shouldn't you be happy to see your old friends again?"

He paused and explained simply: "I regretted that I didn't have time to prevent Bouvard's body from disappearing."

"Although its prophecy was interrupted, where the contamination and backlash it suffered came from, and what characteristics it had, can itself explain many problems and point to certain hidden existences.

"Isn't this a clue?"

As soon as Lumian said this, Bovard Pompeiro's swollen corpse suddenly fell backwards, as if it was being pulled by the collar and forcefully pulled away from the living room window.

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Behind him, part of the darkness became thicker and thicker, as if a strange tunnel like a cave had opened, leading to nowhere.

In the depths of the "tunnel", stars twinkled, extremely far away.

Bovard Pompeiro's eyesless body fell into the "tunnel" in an instant, falling faster and faster, getting smaller and smaller, until it completely disappeared and was swallowed up by darkness.

"I just found help." Lumian still had a smile on his face.

Even if the four of them join forces to deal with Bouvard's mutated corpse relatively easily, Lumian doesn't think anyone present can do a careful inspection and identify the problem while ensuring their own safety in the face of the serious contamination on the target.

source, you must ask for help. In this case, it is better to find capable people for help from the beginning.

He entered the room to write a letter to Ms. "Magician"... Franka suddenly realized it and did not ask further questions.

Jian Na also guessed that the secret organization codenamed Tarot Cards should be responsible.

There are messengers between their members!

Anthony Reed asked thoughtfully: "The next step is to wait for the 'autopsy report'?"

"Not necessarily, maybe the 'autopsy report' is not something we can read." Lumian smiled and sat down on the single sofa.

He looked at Anthony Reed, pointed to the couch, and motioned for the other person to sit down: "Have you gained anything from investigating the 'Dream Seekers' charity organization?"

It was a private charity organization that received a large amount of donations from General Philip's widow.

Anthony Reid shook his head: "No, in the past two months, they have been operating normally without any abnormalities. Maybe, as you said, the core members of the evil god believers have gone somewhere, and the remaining

Those who are under the influence are told to stay calm recently."

Lumian nodded slightly, then turned to look at Franka who had sat on the easy chair: "Do you know what's going on with the Blessed Society?"

"It's similar to the situation of the 'Sinner' organization. They eliminated several core members, but the two most important ones seem to have disappeared. They probably went to that place as well." Franka said as she learned from Bronze Sauron.

information obtained.

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They are referring to the Witch Sect.

That place... Lumian leaned back against the sofa, his mind racing with thoughts, looking for possible clues.

In the end, his thoughts settled on the prophecy made by Bovard Pompeiro's corpse: "Room 7, Room 12...where will it be?"

Anthony Reed said thoughtfully:

"If it were a private house, there wouldn't be such a division.

"This sounds a lot like an apartment."

"And a hotel," Franka added.

Hotel... Hotel... Lumian's eyes suddenly widened, and a flash of lightning flashed through his mind, illuminating a detail that he had not thought was a problem before.

After he and Franka killed Beatrice Ancur, a core member of the "Blissful Society", they found a note from the other party's body, which said: "Go to the hotel to pick up the painting within three days."

Isn't a hostel just a lower-level hotel? Isn't it normal to have room 7 and room 12? Lumian's thoughts suddenly became clear.

At that time, he thought that the note belonged to Beatrice's pretended art dealer Theresa, who was the receipt for purchasing a painting. But now it seems that the note should be Beatrice's "Blissful Society"

It belongs to the core members. It was probably passed on by Sibel, the high priest of the "Blessed Society" who lives in the hotel, and asked Beatrice to pick up a painting!

"Hotel..." Lumian said the term.

Is that where a large number of the Evil God's Gifters go in Trier?

Franca, who heard Lumian ask about Theresa, also remembered the contents of the note.

She asked Lumian a little excitedly:

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"Vazin Sanson and Pualis went to a place code-named 'Hotel'?"

"We still need to confirm." After Lumian answered slowly, he asked faster, "Is the art dealer Theresa back?"

After he found the note, he asked Browns Sauron. According to this member of the Witch Cult, the art dealer was

The business led to Saint Milon, the capital of the Fusac Empire, so Beatrice could pretend to be her without any influence.

"You should be back, it's been so long." Franka replied uncertainly.

She later paid little attention to the whereabouts of an ordinary art dealer.

"What hotel? What art dealer?" Jenna became more and more confused as she listened, so she had to ask.

Franka gave a brief explanation without mentioning Browns Sauron, and attributed this to an action against the "Bliss Society".

"The problem now is that even if the 'hotel' is really a place where believers of the evil god gather, we don't know what it specifically refers to and where it is." Anthony Reed said carefully.

Lumian exhaled slowly and said with a smile: "It's better than having no direction."

He immediately said to Franka:

"Tomorrow I'll ask the real art dealer Theresa where she lives. I want to visit her and confirm whether the note is hers or Beatrice's."

"Okay." Franka was quite positive.

On the one hand, she wanted to take the opportunity to urge Bronze Sauron and ask when the assessment period would end. On the other hand, she wanted to make her own contribution to preventing the disaster.

When she played games before time travel, most of the time she would choose the plot line of saving humanity. Only when she got tired of playing, would she try new tricks.

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Hey, the phrase "witch" and "preventing disaster" don't go well together... Franka sighed in her heart.

Lumian looked at Anthony Reed again, thought for a while and said: "Since they are all peaceful, it is only us who are restless."

"What do you mean?" Anthony Reid probably guessed what Lumian was thinking and started to confirm with rhetorical questions.

Lumian's smile grew brighter: "Just arrest General Philip's widow and the real controller of the 'Dream Seeker' charity organization and question him!


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