The door of the gray old house was closed and could be opened without a key.
It was a mess inside, and debris was thrown everywhere, as if it had been robbed.
Valentine looked around and said:
"Someone moved valuable items here."
He saw that several rooms on the first floor had open doors and were empty, and there were traces of heavy boxes on the ground.
"We came too late, the client's companion should have discovered the anomaly and moved it early." The hybrid Imre exhaled.
The "purifiers" dispersed and started searching in this small space.
Before long, Angoulême picked up a few pieces of white paper that had fallen on the edge of the stairs, held them up, and looked closely at them in the sunlight.
Then, he pulled out one of them and quickly smeared it on it with the half pencil he carried with him.
Some traces gradually emerged, outlining several complete words:
"Albert. Gong Guer...... Underground ...... Riot...... ...... time."
"Albert. Gonggul ......" Imre glanced at the paper in the deacon's hand and frowned unconsciously.
Albert. Goncourt was the planner of the Trier riot six years ago, one of the leaders of the "Charcoal Burning Party", and the largest anti-government armed leader.
Angoulême did not speak, signaling the team members to continue working.
After completing the search of the first and second floors, they went down the stairs to the low cellar.
At the end of the cellar there is a gate cast in black iron, and the lock cylinder is brass.
Angoulême patted the gray-white humanoid machine that was following him, and it was taken from Celia. Bello's brass key rested on its right palm.
Immediately afterwards, Angoulême twisted several knobs on the humanoid machine.
More white mist was sprayed out of the high-energy phlogiston backpack behind the gray-white robot, and they drove the dull machine forward step by step, inserting the brass key into the lock cylinder at a preset height.
Seeing such a scene, the mixed-race Imre sighed with sincerity:
"Deacon, you are really a judge, no, the whole church, the person who likes to use machines the most."
Angoulême glanced at the subordinate, who had always been a little casual, and said:
"I don't care if it's produced by the 'God of Steam and Machinery' church, I only care about whether it's good or not.
"If the robot breaks, you only need to repair it, or replace one, if it breaks, I will have to approve a pension, and I will have to face the crying of your relatives and friends."
Several "purifiers" could hear the hidden love in the deacon's words, and they all smiled and turned their eyes to the gray-white humanoid machine.
That is, this thing can only be used to move things, hammer nails, barely walk and run, can't do any refined or mind-requiring operations, and the sustainability is not enough, otherwise they can save a lot of trouble.
With a click, the robot twisted the brass-colored key and pushed open the heavy iron-black door.
A thin mist suddenly surged to the door, constantly distorting the form, highlighting one face after another that seemed to be real like rubbing.
Those faces were made up of white mist, full of resentment and pain.
They frantically bite and curse the humanoid mechanical creature that opened the door, but the other party was unmoved.
The brilliant sunlight fell one after another, quickly clearing the fog behind the Black Iron Gate.
As the fog disappeared, the specific appearance there appeared in the eyes of Valentine and others.
It was a small sacrificial site, with a half-height platform made of gray and black stones in the middle.
After repeatedly confirming that there were no hidden dangers, Angoulême walked in with the robot.
He saw something supposed to be embedded on the top of the gray-black altar, but it had now been taken away, leaving only a shallow and narrow mark.
"A ring?" Angoulême whispered to guess.
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Market District, 3 White Coat Street, at the entrance of apartment 601.
In the bright sun, Franka wore a delicate shirt with a large number of lace flowers on the neckline and cuffs and her favorite off-white breeches, stepped on a pair of slippers, looked at Lumian and said:
"Why are you here again?"
Without waiting for Lumian to respond, she raised her hand and said:
"If you become a 'Muggle', I welcome you!"
Lumian forced his way into the room, glanced left and right, and said:
"I have something to ask you."
"What's the matter?" Franka was a little frightened inexplicably, "Can't you just wait for the party? It should be once next week."
Lumian laughed:
"Do you want to go to Xia Yue and go to that red house café?"
"The Red House Cafe that often holds women's happy parties?" Franka asked in shock.
Yo, I remembered it all at once, I usually talk about it, right? Lumian responded with a smile:
"Yes."
Franka shook her head:
"Forget it, forget it, just think about it, there's no need to really go, that's too depraved, I have to control myself, I can't indulge in desire, I can't completely indulge myself."
Speaking of this, she looked at Lumian and said in a critical tone:
"You can't rely on 'lies' and that transformation illusion to disguise yourself as a woman and sneak into a happy party to experience it, right?"
Lumian mocked back:
"Have you really thought about it before you think I plan to do this?
"There is something serious!"
He recounted the failure of the "Rose School" and his own worries and said:
"Everyone in the 'Bliss Society' said that they have been contacting the members of the 'Present Society' and the 'Narcissus Society', that is, the participants of the Red House Women's Happy Party, and want to develop them into believers in the 'Mother Tree of Desire'.
"If we follow this line, we may be able to find out the hidden core members of the 'Bliss Society', at least to kill Maipu. Meyer and Knowing Suzanne. Matisse probably planned a few."
"Moreover, this cannot be left to the official extraordinary, once something is asked, you will be exposed." Franka nodded lightly.
She then said with a serious and serious face:
"Since it's a serious matter, you must go."
After saying that, she was in high spirits and asked in high spirits:
"When will you go? Do you know the time of the party and the conditions for being invited?"
"That's the purpose of today, you go to the Red House Cafe to drink coffee for one to two hours, subtly show off your feminine charm, and see if it will attract same-sex strike-ups, or, observe the guests there, find out the women who are suspected of being participants in the happy party, take the initiative to chat, establish connections, and lay the foundation for subsequent in-depth understanding." Although Lumian was anxious, he still knew that this kind of thing must not be rushed, and he had to follow a certain process and come step by step.
Franka nodded heavily:
"No problem."
Lumian took out a "lie" in the shape of a silver and white necklace and handed it to Franka, saying:
"You use it to change the color of the hair and pupils, fine-tune the facial features, in short, you can't use the real appearance, in case of Maipu. Is Meyer hiding in the shadows? I can recognize you at a glance, the current owner of the old pigeon cage theater!"
As soon as Franka put on the "lie", he couldn't wait to say:
"Let's go now!"
Lumian curled the corners of his mouth:
"I forgot to tell you that the negative effect of this magical item is to amplify the wearer's emotions."
"Uh......" Franka was stunned for a moment, "No wonder I'm so eager!"
Lumian added with a smile:
"Emotions that are not originally there will not be amplified."
"......" Franka gritted her teeth and said, "The emotion of wanting to punch you has also been amplified."
Lumian stopped laughing and seriously explained the role and precautions of "lies".
Franka walked to the front of the full-length mirror and watched her hair color turn black quickly, her pupils suddenly turned dark brown, her skin became more delicate, and her lines became softer.
Compared with her original flamboyant beauty, she is now a little quieter and more mature, and her facial features tend to be delicate, and she has an indescribable charm as a whole.
Franka stared blankly at the figure in the mirror and did not speak for a long time.
"It's not like your real appearance, but it's beautiful and charming enough." Lumian commented pertinently.
He originally wanted to say that he had the charm of a witch, but he chose not to stimulate Franka.
Franka suddenly came back to her senses, silently changed into a pair of non-red boots, and walked to the door step by step.
After entering the corridor, she really woke up and glanced at Lumian beside her:
"You gave me the 'lie', how can you disguise yourself as a woman and rely on that transformation illusion?"
"Who said I was going to disguise myself as a woman?" Lumian replied amusedly.
He took Franka to the new safe house on Nightingale Street, took out a brownish-yellow ceremonial dog skin, and wrapped it around himself.
Immediately afterwards, he whispered in Hermitic language:
"Dog!"
The dark light suddenly rose from the ritual dog skin, completely enveloping Lumian inside.
In an instant, there was a big dog with brown and yellow fur in the room.
Franka, who had black hair and brown eyes, was a little stunned.
She finally understood how Lumian was going to monitor the situation at the Red House Cafe!
After a while, Franka asked curiously:
"What does it feel like to be a big dog?
"Do you really have no psychological burden?"
The big dog with brown and yellow fur gave Franka a blank look and opened his mouth:
"Wow!"
Are you stupid and think dogs can talk and answer your questions?
Franca "tsk", took the big brown dog that Lumian had turned into, hired a taxi, and went to the town of Chayo, located west of the Laverny pier.
Along the way, Lumian wanted to bite the guy several times, because from time to time she curiously touched the big dog's fur, belly and head, trying to find out what was different from the real dog.
More than an hour later, the four-wheeled two-seater carriage stopped outside the town of Chayo.
When Franka paid the fare of 2 Ferkin, Lumian jumped off by himself, pretended to be a strange dog who had nothing to do with the other party, and searched for the Red House Cafe on the street filled with the smell of fermented grapes.
Soon he arrived at the house near the East Logne forest.
It is not completely red, but has a gorgeous, mushroom-covered red roof, the main body of the building is off-white, and the walls are decorated with bold graffiti.
Lumian found a place to lie down near the gate of the Red House Cafe, and quietly watched Franka walk in in the image of a black-haired beauty.
(End of this chapter)