"Aurore attacked me."
This sentence echoed in Lumian's ears, like a dam suddenly collapsing, and the flood of the burst embankment poured into his mind, washing out all the blood-colored cracks that had been buried under the silt, pale, painful, and piercing.
Lumian saw the pictures again, and saw the main priest Guillaume besieged in the wilderness by a large number of sackcloth dead. Bene saw Mrs. Pualis flying in mid-air with her wings open, and saw the blonde figure reflected in her eyes.
That's Auror!
Lumian also saw the walls on the third floor of the castle covered with bluish-white transparent faces, and saw Louis giving birth to a child. Lund saw Sybil reborn in the body of a maid. Berry, saw Guillaume fighting with the midwife, administrator Beost and others. Bennet, Pierre. Berry, Pons. Bene, a group of fatal believers.
And all these pictures came from his own sight, from fist-sized bubbles floating in mid-air.
"Blank Paper"......
"Blank paper"!
Lumian's expression twisted and he leaned back in pain.
The blood vessels on his body surface stood out one by one, blue and purple, densely packed.
At the same time, the words left by "psychiatrist" Susie flashed through his mind:
"Always remember not to be overly emotional, and if you have a similar reaction, immediately use deep breathing and other methods to calm down and ease your state......"
Lumian gasped heavily, as if the surroundings had turned into a vacuum.
When Madame Pualis saw his appearance, she said with a slight sympathy:
"You have really forgotten a lot of things, no, you bury them deep in your heart and dare not touch them.
"I was also in pain and uncomfortable at the time, and after becoming a 'banshee', I met a woman who could really touch my heart, she was so charming, so kind, quiet and lively, I couldn't believe that she would attack me as an evil god believer and block my way.
"At that time, she was already a 'life hunter', and she was better than Guillaume. Benet is even more favored by fate."
Lumian couldn't help but raise his hands and hold his head as if it was about to explode from the inside out.
In his deep breathing, he recalled Auror who every time he heard him talk about the strange things in the village, Auror who told him not to look at things he shouldn't see, Aurore who always sat on the roof at night looking at the starry sky, recalled the transparent "lizard" that came out of Aurore's mouth in his dream, and recalled that Na Arayza and others who were the first to spread the heresy of constellations were those who were close to Aurors.
And along with this, he also remembered that after he found out that Raymond and Ava were dead, he took revenge on Pons. I remembered Auror, who was as solemn and worried as himself, who cut a small blue book and put together a letter of help, remembered Aurore who explained the occult knowledge to himself, and remembered Aurore who rolled his eyes during the ceremony, as if he had come to life, and pushed himself out of the altar......
Huh, huh...... Lumian gasped heavily, as if he was still in the original nightmare and never woke up.
Madame Pualis sighed softly:
"I should have noticed her abnormality earlier, although she visited me and I didn't visit her often, but I had noticed long ago that she liked to look up at the stars at night and always said strange words about 'hometown'.
"In the realm of the occult, the starry sky is a very dangerous thing, especially for the extraordinary.
"Later, I wanted her to believe in the great mother, but it was too late......"
Lumian's lips moved and he asked with great difficulty:
"Did she start from, when, is it abnormal?"
He remembered very clearly that Aurore had always had the habit of looking up at the stars and missing his hometown, but in the first years, nothing happened.
Of course, Lumian admitted that in recent years, Aurore has indeed looked at the starry sky more often than before, but he can't remember when it became like that.
Mrs. Pualis shook her head, restrained the rest of her emotions, and said funny:
"You should ask yourself, you are with her every day, and I am not, sometimes, I am jealous of you, and sometimes, I think you are not bad, why should we stick to the rules of vulgar society and not let go of ourselves and enjoy the joy of life?"
Lumian didn't seem to hear what Mrs. Pualis was saying, he still buried himself, pressed his head, looked at the floor in the carriage, and asked to himself:
"Who is it, who made her believe in fate?"
"Maybe only she knows the answer, but unfortunately......" Madame Pualis sighed again.
Lumian was silent, taking deep breaths continuously.
Once, twice, three times...... After an unknown amount of time, he finally straightened his back, lowered his hands, and looked at Mrs. Puaris:
"Have you ever seen a lizard-like elf in the village?"
"No." Madame Pualis shook her head.
The transparent "lizard" in my dream is just a symbol, representing belief in fate, or is it also in reality, but it is hidden deeply? Lumian kept thinking, as if this was the only way he wouldn't touch the sharp blades stuck in his heart.
He raised a new question:
"Have you ever heard of the legend of wizards? Nine cows can pull the coffin."
"No." Mrs. Pualis shook her head again.
Lumian asked one question after another, and in the end, he didn't know what he was asking, and it was not clear whether Mrs. Pualis had answered, and even the other party's face became blurred in his impression, not clear enough, as if they were dozens or hundreds of meters apart.
At some point, the four-wheeled carriage stopped, and Lumian returned to the side of the road in a daze, walking aimlessly forward, walking non-stop for a moment.
Pawn! Pawn! Pawn!
The church bell rang, and the time came to midnight.
Lumian suddenly regained consciousness and found himself back outside the door of the Golden Rooster Hotel.
He instinctively went up the steps and was about to push open the door, but after a few seconds of stunning, he retreated to the street, dragging his steps, and walked towards the end of the chaotic street like a wandering soul.
He walked all the way to Market Avenue, and the gloomy sky after a night was finally densely clouded, with no red moon or stars.
Lumian came to the door of the Breeze Ballroom and heard the drums inside fiercely, the voices were loud, and it was extremely lively.
As if he couldn't bear this environment, he turned abruptly, staggered to the side of the road, found a shadow far away from the nearest gas street lamp, and sat on the ground.
Snap, snap, as time passed, drops of rain fell to the ground, fell to the top of Lumian's head, and fell in front of his eyes.
The raindrops gradually became more frequent, and the crackling sounds were strung together.
Lumian didn't move, like a statue, letting the rain wet his hair, moisten his face, and soak his clothes.
Suddenly, a shadow appeared above his head, and the raindrops that fell disappeared.
Lumian looked up blankly and saw a dark blue umbrella, a metal skeleton supporting the cloth surface, and Jane holding the handle of the umbrella.
He withdrew his gaze, staring blankly at the middle of the road that had been splashed with water mist, without stopping Jane or ignoring her.
Jian Na wore a very thick smoky makeup, wearing a red low-cut skirt with sequins, and a light-colored shawl with large holes on her shoulders, which did not look particularly revealing.
She stared at Lumian for a few seconds, without asking, still standing next to him, holding an umbrella.
The heavy rain fell for a full hour before it subsided, and only the buildings on both sides and the lights on the roadside were still dripping or falling.
Lumian stood up slowly as if he had lost something.
Jian Na put away her umbrella and said to herself:
"The rain will always stop, just as the darkness will always pass, the sun will rise, and the light will shine on the earth."
Lumian was silent for a while, looked at the dark road ahead and said:
"How do you feel when you find out that someone you trust is not what you think?"
Jane Na did not answer his question, but asked rhetorically:
"Do you still believe him?"
Lumian pursed his mouth and replied without hesitation:
"I believe it."
"Since you still believe in him, then go find the reason why he did that." Jane said in a calm tone.
Lumian's hands trembled vaguely.
He took another deep breath, several times in a row.
Finally, there was no longer any abnormality in his body.
Only then did he turn his head sideways and look at Jian Na:
"Why are you here?"
Jane replied angrily and amusedly:
"Oh! This is outside the Breeze Ballroom!
"I don't have to go to the theater today, I came over to sing and earn money at night, and I saw you sitting on the side of the road as soon as I finished going out, stupidly drenched in the rain."
Lumian withdrew his gaze and took a step without any expression.
He stepped on the standing water and walked towards White Jacket Street quite quickly.
"Where are you going?" Jane Na asked a little worriedly.
Lumian said without looking back:
"Go find the reason!"
He remembered the words Aurore had left behind when he pushed himself away from the altar:
"My, note......"
Combined with the current situation, Lumian suspects that his sister is telling him that he can find clues about the source of the anomaly in her sorcery notes!
Jane, who was holding an umbrella, followed Lumian and asked tentatively:
"It only takes one night to find the reason?"
"It may take a long time." Lumian replied impatiently.
Jane muttered:
"Then why are you in such a hurry?
"Take a good rest and clear your mind, maybe you can find the cause faster."
Lumian thought of his inability to understand many of the contents of the witchcraft notebook, and his lack of occult knowledge, and was silent for a while.
He turned his head sideways again and looked at Jian Na:
"Is Franka at home?"
"What are you asking this for?" Jane looked confused, "She shouldn't go back to White Coat Street today, she said she wanted to talk to Gardner. Martin had a great night together."
Shout...... Lumian exhaled and turned to the chaotic street.
(End of this chapter)