While Ren was thinking, the white scales made new movements. It circled the magic protection of the portrait of "The Victor" several times, and then, like a snake strangling its prey, it suddenly squeezed towards the center.
There was no sound, the defensive magic instantly turned into specks of light and dissipated, and the white scales fell on the painting and stopped moving.
Seeing that the protection was lifted, Ren reached out his hand and took the painting out of the shelf.
The moment he touched the frame, an irresistible force sucked him in.
When he saw the scene in front of him clearly again, Renn had arrived at a rather classical study room.
"This is... the study in the painting!"
Ren quickly realized where he was. Not far in front of him, there was an armchair with its back to him, with his arms resting on the armrests. On the opposite wall, there was the moving woman.
portrait.
The only difference from the paintings seen outside is that the arms exposed on both sides of the chair are not the hands of a man wearing a wide robe in the painting, but are obviously a pair of female arms.
"Miss Alexia?"
Ren shouted, but there was no response.
He walked forward, walked around to the front of the armchair, and read again: "Ya..."
Halfway through reading the name, it stopped abruptly. What he saw made Ren take a few steps back.
Alexia fell on the chair, her eyes widened, and her whole face seemed to have lost all color.
"how so!"
After being horrified, Ren stepped forward again and shook Alexia: "Hey, don't scare me with your jokes!"
However, no matter how he shouted, there was no response from the other party, and the uneasiness in Ren's heart became more and more intense. And after getting closer, Alexia's condition became more and more clear in his eyes. Her face was pale, her whole body was cold, and there was no movement of her breath.
.
Renn came to that bad conclusion in his mind.
He shook Alexia again, hoping that she was really joking.
Unfortunately, there was still no response from the other party, and because of his shaking, Alexia's head fell to the side, and Renne saw the two small holes on her neck.
"Vampire?!" Ren suddenly thought of this kind of creature, but soon realized that there might be another situation.
"Snake? Didn't Alexia prepare the white scales that led me here?"
Thinking of this possibility, Ren stood up and looked around cautiously.
The tense mood lasted for several minutes, and Ren didn't dare to be careless at all. Everything in the room seemed extremely weird to him.
After another ten minutes, he relaxed his guard slightly due to mental exhaustion and began to think about escape strategies.
"Calm down first!" Ren encouraged himself: "I experienced two teleportations, first to the warehouse, and then to the painting. What I see now is probably just an illusion and not real at all. I have to calm down!"
No danger was found for the time being, so Ren decided to take a closer look at Alexia's condition.
He squatted down again and first checked the two small holes on his neck.
"If it's a snake, why does it suck blood? Could it be that I'm overthinking it and it's really a vampire? But with Alexia's strength, how could she be killed by something like a vampire?"
If there were still vampires in this world who could defeat Alexia, the world would have been in chaos.
"Or am I wrong? Those white scales are not snake scales, but belong to something else. Could it be made by Andel?"
Renn thought of another possibility. During the phone call with Enid, the other party told him that Andel had a terrifying secret hidden in him and would use a strange curse.
Perhaps in order to silence him, he killed Alexia. After all, the other party said that she would provide Ren with a reason to kill him.
But Renn is not sure. First, Alexia is not that easy to kill. Second, if Andel really killed her, he should have left clues at the scene that he did it...
Nothing could be found during inspection of the wound. After saying he was offended, Ren rummaged through Alexia's clothes again, but found nothing.
In this case, Ren sighed, stood up, and looked at the study room where he was. There were no doors or windows here, so he couldn't go out now.
As a great magician and an artist, Golan naturally has a rich collection of books at home. Renn heard that some traditional magicians in the past would build two study rooms at home. One of them should be called a private library to be precise.
The collection of books can even reach tens of thousands. The other study room is a place where you usually study or entertain guests. There are also some books on it to make it look elegant.
Golan's study room belongs to the second type, but it also has six large bookshelves. A rough estimate is that there may be nearly seven or eight hundred books. Where should I find them?
Ren looked at the nearest desk. If there were any clues here, there would be no need to look through those bookshelves.
Unfortunately, contrary to expectations, he could not find anything useful on the desk.
Ren helplessly looked at the bookshelves: Let's look through it...
With so many books, it was naturally impossible for Ren to read them carefully one by one. He could only glance at the title and title page of the book to see if it was special, and then turned the book over and shook it a few times, trying to find something.
It basically takes a few seconds to check a book. Even so, when he almost finished checking all the books, he was already dizzy and didn't know how much time had passed.
He took down the last book from the bookshelf and checked it again in the same way. Still not finding anything, Ren threw the book away and dumped it on the floor.
"Do you really want me to read all the books..."
Just when Ren had a headache and sighed, the book on the ground suddenly moved. Ren's ears were filled with the sound of tearing paper. He quickly stood up and stood aside.
I saw the books on the ground vibrating slightly, and there was a constant "blah blah blah" sound, as if there was some villain hiding in the book, tearing the pages.
Not long after, pieces of paper the size of ants emerged from the cracks in the books on the ground. They were gradually pulled together by invisible magical forces. Finally, the gaps between the pieces of paper disappeared, and a complete piece of paper appeared.
In front of Ren.
This is the clue Alexia left!
Renn carefully picked up the paper on the ground and looked at the content on it.
"I should really be dead, little guy."
The first sentence made Ren startled, and he glanced at the figure lying on the armchair again.
"For your safety, I can't tell you who killed me."
"No one can match it."
"When I realized that it was coming to find me, I hid myself in this painting and left the scales outside, trying to confuse it into thinking that the warehouse outside was just my strategy to mislead it.
"
"But I was still discovered by it."
"An unexpected death, so I still have the opportunity to leave you this letter. Being an extremely intelligent being, I instinctively look down on these mortal books, so I was given the opportunity."
"I know you have a lot of questions to ask. I can probably answer half of the book's contents, but I can't say too much. Some of it is because I can't say it, and some of it is because no matter how hard I study this spell, I still have to do it.
Make sure its amount cannot exceed a certain threshold, otherwise it will be detected."
"Little guy, there are only two points I can tell you. You must remember them clearly."
"First, there are not many normal people in the top management of Bricka."
"Second, after killing Andel, leave Brica as soon as possible. It's still here."
"That's all I have to say about these two points. Oh, I forgot. In fact, the recommendation words when you entered Resburg were not written by Andel but by me. Do you still remember what it said? So I believe you will know yourself.