The content on the paper came to an abrupt end. For some unknown reason, my father stopped writing and covered the basement with wheat piles, deliberately hiding it.
Victor felt that the atmosphere around him was gradually becoming weird, and there was no such episode in his memory of the dream.
After putting down half of the letter, Victor held up a lantern and walked around the basement. He didn't see any weird statues or blood stains. They must have been cleaned up by his father.
Judging from the information revealed in the letter just now, the Damon family should be hiding something, and that thing belongs to Abraham Cain, who owes a huge debt.
The bond taken out of the bank safe should have this name written on it, but because the ink has soaked away, only half of the signature can be seen clearly.
It seemed that the relationship between his father and this Abraham was very good. He borrowed 50,000 francs as soon as he asked, and only asked for an evil handicraft as collateral.
After that, this Abraham must have traveled far away, probably no longer in Missouri, so his father wanted to send a letter.
Then, the other party should not be an accomplice of the Conor Gang.
Speaking of the Conor Gang, Victor was reminded of the sneaky people mentioned at the end of his father's letter.
The Damon family was destroyed at the hands of Augusta. The reason why he took action against the Damon family has always lacked a motive.
And is the mysterious object that Abraham left at Damon's house exactly the target of Augusta?
Victor is not a detective and does not have that kind of super reasoning ability. All mysteries have now been taken to the grave with the ruin of the Damon family.
Since the puzzle cannot be solved, it can only be left alone. Everyone has their own dilemmas that they need to face, and Victor's dilemma is to get the plantation up and running quickly.
Donnie had already left the basement when Victor was reading the letter. At this time, he called Victor on the ground.
Victor heard this and hurried up. He looked up and saw that under the dim sky, a skinny little donkey, carrying a listless bald old priest, slowly walked over from the direction of Walding.
That's Father San.
"Father San?! Why are you here?"
Father Sang yawned and shouted to Victor with an ugly face: "You stinky boy! Ahem... you threw me in the tavern again... ahem... when I woke up, you and that little bastard Henry
I ran away without a trace...ahem...I had to pay the bill for those two ladies with my own money, 6 French cards! It's so damn expensive!"
Victor's face jumped twice. Could it be that this old man came to him specifically to ask for money?
"Ahem... That bastard Josh went to the boat and played cards by himself... Ahem... He didn't wait for me. Instead, he made me wait for you all night at the dock... Ahem..."
Father Sang didn't know what was wrong. He kept coughing and couldn't speak very fluently.
"I caught a cold on the pier...ahem...an old habit came back...went to the doctor...and...ahem...spent another 5 banknotes..."
Father Sang got off the donkey, led him to Victor, and stretched out his hand, obviously asking him for money.
Although the old man was unforgiving in his words, he still did a lot of helpful things behind the scenes. Victor reluctantly took out 5 farka as a favor for him to popularize occult science knowledge for him last time.
Father Sang counted the numbers and was very dissatisfied, and then shouted: "Young man, I know you have inherited the family property now...ahem...you can't be so stingy, right?"
Victor impatiently opened his trouser pocket and gave Father San another pile of change, totaling less than 50 cents.
"That's all... I asked you, why are you people from the Inspection Bureau so fussy about everything?"
Seeing Father Sang happily stuffing money into his pocket, Victor continued to ask: "Also, why didn't you follow Henry and the others and why did you come to me? The general inspector is hunting Augusta, and he definitely needs your help." Father Sang coughed twice again, probably because of the money, and his eyes gradually became less repellent when he looked at Victor.
"Josh, that bastard... cough, he knew I wouldn't listen to his orders, so he simply left me alone and only sent someone to inform me of the whereabouts of the Intelligence Bureau's actions... cough... I'm in Dandelion
I stayed in a private clinic for two days and spent all my money. I had no choice but to come to you."
Hearing this, Victor couldn't laugh or cry. He spread his fingers and pointed at the grain warehouse behind him.
"Sorry, I can only sleep there tonight."
Who knew that after he finished speaking, Father Sang didn't care at all. He went in first, found the best position, took off the bedding from the donkey, spread it out, and lay down comfortably.
That piece of land was chosen by Victor, but now it was snatched away by this old bald man as soon as he came, and he felt a little annoyed.
"I won't charge you any money this time... If you have any questions tonight, ahem... I can answer them for free for you..." Father Sang lay down with peace of mind.
What does it mean?
I took you in, but you still want to charge me money?
Be the first to think first? Seize the opportunity? Leave me speechless?
Victor almost gave this old man a thumbs up. When it comes to shamelessness, Victor ranks first, but this old man is a negative.
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In the gloomy weather, there is no afterglow of the sunset.
Donnie learned from his pocket watch that it was getting late, so he said goodbye to Victor and returned to the town's police station.
That night, Victor set up a bonfire outside the barn and prepared for a simple night.
The night is getting darker, and there is smoke from the town in the distance. In contrast, the Damon Manor on the hills seems quite lonely.
"Ahem... Young man, look at you jumping around, doesn't that thing on your body affect you?" Father Sang's words came from the barn.
Victor sat by the campfire, throwing some vegetables into a pot to stew, which he had just taken out from the ruins of the manor.
"Maybe it's my luck." Of course Victor would not say that he had a suite in the secret hotel.
Smelling the aroma of the food, Father Sang quickly rushed out, picked up the bowl and drank with a spoon.
"That night must have been quite thrilling for you." Father Sang was talking about the night of the kaleidoscope accident. "Of the agents who followed Josh on the ship, only Henry and Weeden came back. You can imagine how tragic it was, so
How did it happen?"
Victor also started to eat dinner. As he chewed, he told Father Sang everything about that day. Of course, he concealed the points of fortune-telling and avoidance of misfortune.
Father Sang had a good appetite and sipped the vegetable soup. After hearing this, he stared into Victor's eyes and said, "So, the strange things that appeared on the gambling boat are the same as the two you saw in the forest."
Type?"
Victor nodded slightly nervously.
Father Sang burped and said solemnly: "The 'Hound Dog Ceremony' includes the thing in your body."
Victor didn't understand what Father Sang meant and spread his hands in surprise.
Father Sang continued to explain: "There is information in the Anti-Suppression Department that will record some rare secret creatures. There is a type in the secrets called 'squirming source matter'. Ahem... they will be summoned by some kind of ritual."
It descends on humans, fascinates them, and eventually becomes the carrier of mutation, manifesting itself in the material world."
"The strange things on your body, ahem...are the same thing as the three secret creatures that appeared. The ritual to summon them to come is called the 'Hound Dog Ceremony'. It was first used by the indigenous people of Valentin.