Chapter 188: The Trick of Fate (First update, asking for guaranteed monthly tickets)
Blessed by the goddess... Is this a belief in the dark night, or some evil god... Judging from the actual performance, it should be the evil god... Lumian listened to Anise's answer and made a preliminary judgment in his heart.
At the same time, he silently sighed: "No wonder people who believe in evil gods like to develop their parents, spouses, and children into co-believers. Otherwise, no matter how careful they are, many details cannot be hidden from family members who know each other and get along day and night...
….”
Anthony Reed held the quietly burning cigarette in his hand and thought for a few seconds: "How did Philip die?"
The intelligence he has collected so far shows that General Philip died of a sudden illness, but this is only an external claim, and the actual situation is unknown.
Anis replied in an erratic tone: "He suffered from angina in the middle of the night and died before he could be sent to the hospital."
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Anthony Reed asked calmly: "Where is his body?"
"It was purified, burned into ashes, and sent to the family cemetery in Erato District." What Anis said was all publicly displayed information.
Lumian turned his head and looked at Anthony Reid: "Ask about the fate of the extraordinary characteristics."
He felt that Philip must be an extraordinary person. After all, he could grow into a general step by step in the army, and he was from an original noble family. The probability that he was not an extraordinary person could be said to be very small.
When the "psychiatrist" finished the question, Anis said in confusion: "What are extraordinary characteristics?"
Anthony Reed analyzed the character's psychology and knowledge, and changed the question: "Where did the things that separated from Philip's body go? Or, were there special items on and around him, and where did they go?"
Anis recalled: "While waiting for the servant to arrive and carry him downstairs to take the carriage, he told me with difficulty that if he died, don't be surprised if there were any strange changes in his body. Put away the things that appeared.
Leave it to the children.
"Later, later, the funeral was too chaotic and I was too sad. The thing disappeared and can never be found again..."
Can't find it... Lumian had suspected that General Philip had faked his death before, and now he is more inclined to this guess.
He even felt that the other party's extraordinary characteristics had not really been revealed. The phenomenon Anise saw and the items she put away were illusions created by corresponding abilities or rituals, and they would naturally disappear later.
Anthony Reed, who had discussed this matter with Lumian and the others several times, obviously had similar thoughts. He asked in a calm voice without causing any irritation: "What does that thing look like?"
Anise's mental body spoke the answer in her voice:
"That was his fist. It had become skinless, and the joints were like black metal. They were very sharp and could easily cut off the back of the chair..."
The extraordinary characteristics are combined with a certain part of the body and become the main ingredient of the potion... Lumian has rich experience in this.
Anthony Reed asked for a while and confirmed that Anis didn't know much. She didn't even know the sequence of General Philip's original path.
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Seeing this, Lumian walked around the master bedroom and his eyes fell on a photo frame placed on the desk.
Inside is a photo of Philip's family, without using the color photography technology that has emerged in recent years.
In the family photo, General Philip is wearing the uniform of a high-ranking officer with many medals. He is not too tall. Judging from the surrounding reference objects, he is about 1.7 meters tall.
His hair is thick and slightly curled, and his eyes are not big, but he has the sharpness of an eagle staring at his prey. The beard around his mouth is neatly trimmed, and the tip is even coated with paraffin. The bridge of his nose is more distinctive, as if it has been broken and has not healed.
So good that the middle section has a slight bulge.
Lumian looked at it carefully and took note of Philip's specific appearance and physical characteristics.
If this person really faked his death to escape his original destiny, then according to Ms. Justice, this should only involve the loss of the old destiny and the gain of the new destiny, and would not change his appearance.
In other words, the current man should be a stranger who looks exactly like General Philip. If he meets him in the future, Lumian hopes to recognize him at a glance.
"Let's go." Anthony Reed finished "mind reading" and said to Lumian with a slight disappointment.
Lumian did not suffer the frustration of frustration, and nodded slightly: "Go to that charity organization."
The purpose of the charitable organization called "Dream Seekers" is to provide certain help to outstanding young people who come to Trier to pursue their dreams but are temporarily in trouble. For this reason, they even hire such young people as their staff.
people and provide them with free apartments.
Those apartments are located in the building rented by the "Dream Seekers" charity organization. The lower two floors are workplaces and the upper two floors are staff dormitories.
Osa, who actually controls this charity organization, also lives there, saying that he is really helping dream seekers, rather than taking the opportunity to make money.
After leaving Lever Street, Lumian and others rushed to District 2, which is the Art District and the Financial District.
Area 2 was very close to Area 3 where they were currently located, and not long after, they arrived not far from St. Valo Street.
The charity organization "Dreamfinders" is located in Building 11 there.
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As soon as they got off the carriage and before they even got close to the street where their target was, Lumian and Anthony Reed saw red firelight rising in the dark night.
The fierce burning flames turned a building into a huge torch in the night.
Lumian's eyes narrowed and he had a bad guess.
After he and Anthony Reed looked at each other, they ran towards St. Valo Street.
Pushing, the two walked through an alley with barricades, and saw that the house that had turned into a flaming hell was Building No. 11, the office and employee dormitory of the "Dream Seekers" charity organization!
The crackling flames kept leaping into the air, completely blocking the four-story building and burning it black. No one called for help from any window, and no one tried to jump down. It was as quiet as if everyone had died long ago.
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Residents living on this street woke up, fled in a hurry, wanted to help the firefighters, or watched the excitement from a distance.
"We're late..." Anthony Reed sighed as he looked at the burning building.
Lumian stared for a moment, slowly shook his head and said: "No."
"Maybe it's just that fate doesn't want us to gain anything. No matter how early we come, we will still see similar things."
When so many evil gods gather to plan something, you will inevitably encounter various interferences during the investigation, some are direct, some are indirect, some seem normal, some are quite strange, and some are not favored by fate.
of.
Lumian paused and said: "This at least shows that we are on the right path."
Anthony Reed was silent for a few seconds and said:
"This indirectly proves that General Philip is related to the belief in evil gods. The experiences of my comrades and I are likely to stem from this..."
As he spoke, his voice gradually became lower.
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A few dozen meters away from the burning building, Lumian's face was reflected in the firelight, he looked forward and asked calmly: "Do you want to continue to pursue it?
"This matter is getting more and more dangerous, and it is countless times more dangerous than when you were attacked and the sound of gunshots was everywhere.
"To this day, you are still afraid of what happened that night and the sudden gunshots. Do you really have the courage and determination to pursue it?"
Anthony Reed was silent for a moment. This middle-aged man who had withstood the wind and rain did not make a sound for a long time.
In front of him were houses engulfed in red flames, firefighters in red and blue uniforms and masks, and chaotic and noisy citizens.
After an unknown amount of time, the "psychiatrist" with a receding hairline and a slightly fat face said in a low voice:
"Perhaps, I died in that attack, and all I am alive now is an evil spirit chasing the truth and trying to take revenge.
"I can be destroyed, but I can't give up. That's what I thought after you told me last time that there were clues and hope."
Lumian laughed, turned his head, looked at Anthony and said: "Welcome to the hell of revenge."
After returning to the market area, Lumian immediately wrote to Ms. "Magician" about the course of tonight's actions and the final results.
He felt that the current situation was beyond what they could handle. No matter what clues they obtained, they would eventually find that it was interrupted, as if it was fate.
This made Lumian a little afraid to investigate further, fearing that the actions of himself and others would destroy the little hope.
Not long after, the "doll" messenger brought neatly folded paper: "All the intertwining of fate is performing a drama."
"If there are any clues later, tell me the important ones first, and investigate the less important ones by yourself. Thermipolos is sealed in your body. This is a heavy stone that can stir up ripples in the river of destiny. It will not be easily
influence, while others cannot.”
"In addition, we will also make other attempts."
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Other attempts... Lumian felt that the "Tarot Society" should have done a lot of things secretly, but like himself and others, they failed to trace it in the end.
With the strength of the "Tarot Society", he suspected that there was even direct interference from angels or even evil gods in this matter.
After burning the letter in his hand, Lumian lay on the bed, succumbing to drowsiness and thinking about which direction he could pursue: "Related to 'hotel', the groups that are prone to problems are painters, novelists and those who have a hobby of reading.
people…”
As his thoughts flashed, Lumian thought of a person: the playwright Gabriel who once stayed at the Golden Rooster Hotel.
This person moved to Rue Saint-Michel in District 2, where a large number of painters and writers live, making it a very suitable place for art exchange and creation.
"Mr. K and the official organization have currently only excluded painters and writers with a certain degree of fame. There are too many people who only regard painting and writing as hobbies but do not make a living at the moment. It is impossible to investigate them one by one in a short time...
Many of the outstanding young people who come to Trier to pursue their dreams are engaged in art... Even the archive files of the 'Dream Seekers' charity organization were burned..."
Lumian made a quick decision and planned to visit Gabriel at dawn and ask him if he had met any writers or painters who behaved strangely and were not yet famous, or if he had heard any strange remarks from these groups.