"What is it exactly?" Lumian listened with both excitement and a little worried.
After the lady took a sip of the "Venus Holy Oil" special drink, she replied at a slow pace:
"You need to ask yourself."
After saying that, she lowered her head slightly, concentrated on enjoying breakfast, and put on a posture of no longer communicating.
Really, why do you always say that half is hidden...... Wait until next time to answer? Isn't this a waste of everyone's time? At this moment, Lumian actually felt a little like he couldn't compare to the other party in provoking anger.
He controlled his breathing rate, got up with a smile, and took his leave.
For the rest of the day, Lumian stayed at home peacefully and did not go out.
It wasn't that he was afraid that the owl wouldn't dare to go out during the day, or that there was nothing to do, but that he was performing for some people.
——He was very curious about the letter of help in the hands of Leah and the others, and wanted to find out what was written and who wrote it, and the best entry point for the investigation was to find an opportunity to look through every small blue book in the village and find the one with some words cut out. As a villager in his village, Lumian was definitely better suited to do these things than Ryan, Leah, and Valentine, but he was worried that starting some investigation as soon as he finished talking to the three foreigners would attract some people's attention and suffer unnecessary blows.
This kind of thing is likely to involve life and death, existence and destruction, and even with Auror's protection, Lumian cannot guarantee that the other party will not take any risky actions against him.
In the past two years, he has become more and more able to grasp the corresponding scale in "pranks".
This is brought about by a wealth of experience.
He planned to "visit" every household in a few days, after Lent began, under the pretext of pursuing the legends related to the celebration.
When it got dark and after dinner, Aurore went back to the bedroom and wrote a long-delayed manuscript.
Lumian entered the study, planning to find some books related to "dreams", hoping to get some special inspiration for himself in his dreams.
Because there was only one lamp at home that used batteries, and now it was requisitioned by Aurora, he could only light a kerosene lamp with a strong smell and not good lighting.
Holding a kerosene lamp that emitted a dim yellow light, Lumian's other hand quickly swept over the back of the books, sometimes pulling out a book and holding it under his armpit.
After a while, he returned to the table with the three books he had picked up.
As soon as he put down the things in his hand, Lumian saw the little blue book at home.
It was quietly placed in the corner of the desk as usual, and the gray-blue cover seemed to be a little dusty.
Seeing this little blue book, Lumian instantly thought of the one he got in the ruins of the dream, and the one that was cut out and spelled into a letter of help.
He immediately stretched out his palm and picked up the small blue book in front of him, intending to flip through the contents to see which words were suitable for cutting out and could be spelled into useful sentences.
After turning a few pages, Lumian's gaze froze.
There is a clear hole in the explanatory words attached to the calendar on the current page.
A certain word was cut out!
"No......" Lumian was extremely shocked.
He quickly flipped through the small blue book in his hand and found the traces left by the cut of more than a dozen or twenty words.
"No......" Lumian whispered again, almost the same as the reaction just now.
The little blue book spelled out as a letter of help that Ryan, Lia, Valentine and others were looking for turned out to be the one at their own home!
Not to mention them, even Lumian himself didn't expect such a development!
I never thought about it!
In the midst of indescribable complex emotions, Lumian frowned:
"Could it be a letter of help written by Aurore?
"Why did she ask for help and ask the authorities for help? Why don't you tell me?"
He preliminarily judged from the details of the behavior of Leah and others, and their habitual choice to discuss matters with the parish priests when they first arrived, that they should be officials, perhaps from the government, or perhaps belong to the "Eternal Sun" Church or the "God of Steam and Machinery" in the Dalliege region.
Lumian hesitated, his expression constantly changing.
Finally, he made up his mind, took the little blue book, walked out of the study, and came to the outside of Aurore's bedroom.
He planned to ask directly.
He chose to believe Aurore.
Dong dong dong, Lumian curled his fingers and knocked on the door.
"Please come in." Auror's voice came out.
Lumian twisted the handle, pushed the door in, and saw Aurore, dressed in a two-piece cotton pajamas, wearing a headband, writing a story under the bright light of the lamp.
"Did you cut this?" Without waiting for her sister to ask, Lumian walked over directly.
"Huh?" Aurore turned around in confusion, her eyes dazed and withdrawn, as if she was still a little immersed in the story.
Lumian handed over the small blue book turned to the corresponding page number, stared into Aurore's eyes and said:
"Didn't you cut this?"
Aurore looked at it carefully for a few seconds, and looked up in amusement:
"I'm going to be so boring and naïve?
"Your sister, I am stable, mature, and generous, and I am different from you."
Aurore's reaction is natural...... There was no surprise and panic of suddenly being exposed to secrets, not at all...... Lumian did not hide his doubts, and asked:
"But who would cut the words on the little blue book?"
"Isn't it you?" Aurore looked at his younger brother, "After reading my novel, I plan to imitate the content above, cut out the words in books and newspapers, spell them into kidnapping letters, and play a big prank in the village. Are you testing my reasoning ability, sister?"
It's really not like Aurore did it...... Lumian's eyes were always on Auror's face, not letting go of any slight change in expression, while her sister acted without the slightest problem.
"It's not me." Lumian frowned, "Who will do it?"
Aurore smiled:
"You play the reasoning game first, I still have to catch up with the draft.
"If I have time tomorrow, I will help you restore the truth."
Do you use extraordinary means? Lumian said "hmm" and no longer disturbed his sister's creation.
He took the little blue book and went straight back to the room where he was not lit, and sat on the chair behind the desk.
"Who could it be?"
Under the red moon in the sky, Lumian muttered again.
He tried to reason:
"There are only two people in our family, and Aurore is still a wizard with extraordinary abilities and will not let others cause trouble at home......
"If it is really not her, according to her, eliminate all impossibilities, and the remaining one, no matter how unbelievable, is the truth.
"So, in the case of choosing one of the two, was this actually what I did?"
For a moment, Lumian felt both ridiculous and amused.
So the "criminal" is myself?
How come I don't know?
He couldn't help but turn his body sideways and look at the full-length mirror attached to the closet.
In the crimson moonlight, Lumian in the mirror was wearing a linen shirt and brown trousers, his handsome facial features did not have the slightest smile, and his expression was extremely heavy.
He was very sure that he had not done anything to cut out the content of the little blue book.
For this reason, he even recalled his experience in the past month.
Although many details have been blurred, he is still very sure of what he has done.
Bathed in the light of the red moon seeping in from outside the window, Lumian said to himself silently:
"Did I do it when I was not awake?
"While having that dream, will I sleepwalk in reality?
"No, it's impossible, Aurore said she would look at me, I really want to sleepwalk and cut the little blue book, she will point it out just now, and the letter must be sent during the day, I am very awake at that time."
Lumian ruled himself out and thought about other possibilities:
"Maybe someone else from the family?"
Although there are usually no customers, it doesn't mean there are no customers at all.
First of all, there will be poorer neighbors around the neighborhood to borrow stoves, ovens to smoke meat or make bread;
Secondly, Lumian's friends would come to his house from time to time to find some simple novels to read, or listen to him tell stories;
Among them, Mrs. Pualis came the most, and would lend a pony to Aurore, so that Aurore could freely ride in the mountains, and the relationship between the two was good.
After all, in a country like Kordu Village, a writer like Aurore is worthy of Madame Puaris's association.
However, Mrs. Pualis is very friendly on the surface, she often sits with the women of Naroka to bask in the sun and chat, and even helps them catch lice, and has a good reputation in the village.
Although Madame Pualis and Aurore were barely friends, Lumian did not like her at all, because she would often introduce one of her relatives to Aurore and persuade her to get married and have children early.
It would be fine if Madame Puaris's relatives were good, but every time Lumian went to Dalliege to inquire, he could find that the target was either misbehaving or had no ability, and they were about to fall into the poor class, and none of them were good.
It may have been a coincidence, but every time it happened, it made Lumian hold a grudge against Madame Puaris.
"It is definitely impossible to come to smoke meat and bake bread, there are people watching every time, and they will not let them go up to the second floor...... Raymond, Ava and the others can't either, I will accompany them the whole time...... Madame Pualis and Naaraiza have a certain chance, and every time they come, Aurore will leave them in the study to read and prepare snacks by themselves......
"If Mrs. Pualis is really a witch, then it is understandable that she needs to hide her identity when asking the authorities for help, and she is also very careful to use other people's small blue books to avoid being tracked down to herself......
"What did she find out when she was having an affair with the priest of this parish, and she must protect herself in this way?"
The more Lumian thought about it, the more excited he became, and he felt like he was about to lock on to the suspect.
He stood up, paced a few steps, and walked downstairs suddenly.
He didn't want to question Madame Puaris, nor did he intend to spy on each other's actions now, but was going to find Raymond or Berry's little Guillaume, borrow their little blue book to make a comparison, and restore which words were cut out and what kind of sentences could be spelled in.
In this way, Lumian is likely to restore the specific content of the letter of help.
He stumbled downstairs, through the kitchen, and opened the door.
The crimson darkness outside poured in, making him instantly calm down.
"Uh, sister said that don't go out after dark until you find out what happened to that owl......" Lumian muttered, took two steps back, and closed the door.
Anyway, I am not in a hurry to borrow Xiao Lanshu, and it is more natural to do it tomorrow.
After moving his body, Lumian walked towards the staircase.
Jingle bell, jingle bell.
The doorbell was rang, and the sound echoed.
"Who is it?" Lumian turned around and asked in confusion as he walked towards the door.
A slightly magnetic soft and beautiful voice sounded outside the door:
"It's me, Puaris. Virtue. Rockfall."
(End of this chapter)