"It sounds similar to what happened to Charlie, the only difference is that those are women, and Charlie is a man......
"Suspected Suzanne. Matisse's weird creature doesn't pick a gender, or is there another weird creature with a similar gender but male gender?
"It is more likely that the latter possibility is because the three victims in Ornett Town are all women, and there are no men......
"Well, there is still a difference between those three women and Charlie, they don't have a partner on the surface or covertly, and Charlie said to Susanna. Not long after Matisse prayed, he became Mrs. Alice's lover...... If it weren't for this incident, would Charlie end up dying of weakness and sudden death caused by too much indulgence like those three victims?
"Mrs. Alice fell victim in his place, or is this just the beginning?"
Lumian thought of a lot from what the man with oil paint on his face shared, and had a certain speculation.
He now only hopes that the official will pay attention to this case and not put Suzanne. Matisse completely purified it and did not end.
As for whether the official will suspect that Charlie's friends are hiding extraordinary people because of that letter of help, Lumian is not too worried - he deliberately blurred Charlie's own information and situation when he wrote the letter, and even made a small mistake in an inconspicuous detail, so that the letter writer looked more like a friend to Susanna. Matisse has a deep hatred and has been following her for a long time, wanting to use Charlie's incident to attract the official to take revenge on him, so he cares more about Suzanne. Matisse's question, lack of sufficient understanding of Charlie.
After the participants of the party exchanged for a while about the strange case in the town of Ornett, Mr. K's waiter picked up something covered with a black cloth.
Another waiter made an introduction:
"This is a painting from a friend of a participant.
"He himself was extraordinary, died strangely two months ago, and he painted this painting before he died."
At this time, the waiter holding the painting tore off the black cloth covering the surface and displayed the posthumous work of the extraordinary man.
This is an oil painting painted with various bright and intense colors to create bizarre and hallucinatory scenes:
There were green weeds that grew to the sky, the golden sun hidden in the well, the blood-colored rivers pouring down from above, the black figures gathered together that looked like dancing, and the clouds made of white skulls......
Just after looking at the painting for a few seconds, Lumian felt dizzy.
Another waiter who had just introduced continued:
"This painting bears a strong spiritual imprint that will cause every viewer to suffer psychic influences, with varying degrees of confusion and dizziness, and may even develop certain mental illnesses if they look at it for a long time.
"According to the letters and diaries left by the owner of the painting, it is likely that the painting contains some kind of truth, pointing to the nature of the world and the source of the occult.
"It may also hide the real reason why he died strangely.
"If any participant wants to study, the price can be negotiated."
Do you still want to sell this kind of thing for money? I don't want to give it to me! Lumian scolded and withdrew his gaze.
He didn't want to touch anything that hid the truth, essence, and source, according to Auror, don't look at what you shouldn't see, don't study what you shouldn't study.
Lumian is only interested in tangible extraordinary properties, potion recipes, magical items, extraordinary weapons, or occult knowledge that has useful value.
Obviously, most of the party participants didn't want to spend money on such an ominous painting that didn't know what secret it hidden, and in the end, Mr. K's waiter put it away and covered it with a black cloth again.
After that, the party entered the stage of free communication, and everyone casually gossiped about rumors and legends, but they all tried their best not to reveal information involving their true identities.
At 10:10, Mr. K announced that the party was over and everyone left in batches.
When he went out, Lumian clearly felt that the convener was looking at him, with some kind of scrutiny.
"Will he send someone to follow me and investigate me?" Lumian suddenly had such an idea.
Not only did he not care about this, but he was even a little looking forward to it.
Now he has nothing to do with it, except for occasionally summoning messengers, and can withstand any investigation!
By keeping himself from contacting Ms. "The Magician," Lumian believed Mr. K would soon get a near-true report:
Charles is indeed a wild extraordinaire who lacks the necessary common sense in many things, and he is suspected to be from the village of Cordou and is pursuing Guillaume. The whereabouts of Bene and others are also wanted.
In that way, Lumian showed his ability and extreme attitude again, and it might not be long before he received an invitation from Mr. K to become his subordinate and a member of the organization behind him.
Sometimes, "inadvertently" exposing one's own weaknesses and the real situation is an effective means of gaining the trust of others.
In this way, Lumian and Aosta found a hidden corner in the house at 19 Sher Street, changed their disguise, and made their way back to the Honest Man's Market area.
As he walked towards the chaotic street, Lumian frowned slightly in confusion.
He didn't find anyone following him.
"Is it that Mr. K has no intention of investigating me yet, or is the person who follows me at a high level and has unique abilities, so I don't notice it at all?" Lumian changed his mind and put the matter behind him.
Anyway, he is not afraid of investigation, unless Mr. K and the Stinger Gang are in the same group.
Entering the "Golden Rooster Hotel", Lumian saw that it was still early, passed through the clean hall, and turned into the bar in the basement.
Before he could look at the situation here, he heard Charlie's voice full of energy:
"Do you dare to believe it? Three hours ago I was at the General Police Station and charged with murder, and three hours later, I was here drinking and singing with you!
"Ladies and gentlemen, what an incredible thing I have experienced again, I bet no one here can ...... like me."
The trainee waiter once again carried a beer bottle, jumped to the small round table, and gave a "speech" to the surrounding drinkers.
His short light brown hair was messy, as if he hadn't been tidied up for several days, and there was an obvious beard residue next to his mouth.
"So fast?" Lumian thought that Charlie would have to wait two or three days before he could be released.
Charlie on the small round table glanced at Lumian, waved his short arm, and said loudly to the people around him:
"I'll share with you that encounter that's more bizarre than the story later!"
Wearing a linen shirt and black trousers, he jumped off the table, carried a beer bottle, trotted to the bar seat, sat next to Lumian, and faced the bartender Pavard with a ponytail. Neeson said:
"A glass of absinthe! Thank you."
He immediately turned his head to the side and said to Lumian:
"I'll treat you to this cup."
Lumian accepted it calmly and said with a smile:
"You're in good shape."
"Of course, at least I don't have to worry about being hanged, I don't want to get little attention when I'm alive, but when I'm about to die, I'm watched by thousands of people." Charlie said with a happy face.
The citizens of Trier had a penchant for watching the execution of death row inmates.
Whenever someone is sent to the gallows or the shooting point, the streets and alleys are crowded with people.
In classical times before Rossel the Great, a custom arose even based on this hobby:
On the way from prison to the gallows, if any of the onlookers are willing to marry him, he will be commuted, his sentence will be reduced or even acquitted.
"Is everything okay?" Lumian asked further.
Charlie took a sip of beer, glanced left and right, and said in a low voice:
"I can't tell you the specific process, I signed a letter of commitment, a notarized letter of commitment, you don't know, oh, how amazing it is......"
Charlie shut up in time and said instead:
"The only bad thing is that I am unemployed again, my job is gone, the damn foreman thinks I have affected the image of the hotel, it doesn't matter, I will mortgage that diamond necklace tomorrow, the police officers have already returned it to me, with that money, I can last a long time, I can go to the café on White Coat Street to invite those waiters to drink, I will definitely find a better job!"
He wanted to add another sentence "together when the time comes", but recalling the courage and ability shown by Ciel, he silently gave up the idea.
Lumian took a sip of the absinthe pushed by the bartender and motioned for Charlie to take a seat in an uninhabited corner.
After confirming that the environment was noisy and no one was listening, he asked:
"Suzanne. Matisse's problem solved?"
"I don't know." Charlie shook his head, "They did a lot of things, but I can't say anything."
"Do they promise to provide protection for a period of time?" Lumian asked thoughtfully.
Charlie replied embarrassedly:
"I can't speak."
Lumian smiled:
"It seems that there is."
If there is no promise to provide protection, there will be no corresponding words and will not be restricted by confidentiality commitments.
"Uh......" Charlie didn't expect Ciel to guess so accurately.
Lumian asked instead:
"Did they tell you anything? Talk about the parts that can be told."
Charlie thought for a moment and said:
"They told me that if I had that dream again, don't panic, go to the nearest church after dawn, the church of the 'Eternal Sun', don't you know? I am now a true believer in the 'Eternal Sun'!"
Lumian raised his right hand expressionlessly and drew a triangle on his chest.
"......" Charlie fell silent for a moment.
After drinking with Charlie, Lumian returned to room 207 and continued to learn Aurore's witchcraft notes.
He finished washing up step by step before midnight, lay down on the bed, and fell into a deep sleep.
Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!
Lumian was awakened by a violent knock on the door.
Who is it? He frowned, held the "Fallen Mercury" with his backhand, walked to the door, and carefully opened the wooden door.
Outside the door was Charlie.
He was still wearing a linen shirt, black trousers and strapless leather shoes, and his expression was pale and full of fear.
After seeing Lumian, he seemed to have found the backbone, and said in fear, almost unable to control his voice:
"I dreamed of that woman again!"
ps: Recommend a book, "The Son-in-law of the Dragon", the classic fairy tale novel of the toad is worth looking forward to.
(End of this chapter)