Lumian's body instantly tensed, and then quickly relaxed.
He calmly retracted his gaze from the carriage window, as if he saw nothing.
"What's wrong?" Anthony. Rhett looked at Lumian and said.
Lumian smiled:
"It's nothing."
"Your smile, your answer, always makes me feel that you are secretly doing bad things and engaging in some kind of conspiracy!" Franka, who was sitting across from her, muttered and commented.
Lumian curled the corners of his mouth:
"When you think I'm engaging in some kind of conspiracy, I haven't done anything, isn't it a conspiracy?"
"Why does your sister always teach you this kind of thing!" Franka criticized "harshly".
Jane glanced at Lumian and didn't ask anything, just raised her vigilance.
The four-wheeled four-seater taxi returned to the market district of White Coat Street, and the squad members did not separate immediately, but gathered in Franca's apartment at Lumian's suggestion to discuss Bouvard's "confessions" and prophecies.
As soon as he closed the door, Lumian suddenly said:
"Lend me a bedroom."
"Now?" Franka put away her smiling expression.
She heard the seriousness of Lumian's words, combined with some details she had noticed before, and understood that something was really happening in the dark.
"Yes." Lumian walked to Franka's bedroom and closed the door with his backhand.
Jenna, Franka, and Anthony. Red looked at each other and didn't choose to sit down, they each occupied a place in the light of the gas sconces, not too close to each other, not too far away.
That is, in three or four minutes, Lumian opened the door of the master bedroom and walked out.
Franka glanced inside and found that the curtains in her bedroom were drawn.
Lumian looked around, and before Franka could ask a question, he said with a smile:
"I would like to introduce you to a friend, but you need to turn off the gas wall lights first."
"What friend? It's weird, and I won't talk about it after becoming a 'conspirator'." Franka grunted as she twisted the knob valve located at the bottom of the black gas sconces.
Jane Na muttered:
"He didn't like to talk well before, and he always made people feel 'provoked'......"
This is not a problem with the "conspirator", but the chemical reaction between my personality and the characteristics of the "hunter" approach!
Soon, the gas wall lights went out, and the living room became dark, with only a little bit of visibility near the window that penetrated the clouds with a little crimson moonlight and dim starlight.
Lumian looked at the glass window and waited patiently.
Franka, who was also very experienced, asked thoughtfully:
"Do you need to turn on 'spiritual vision'?"
"You shouldn't need to ......" As soon as Lumian finished speaking, he saw a face reflected from the overall dark and slightly bright glass window.
The skin on that face was swollen, pale and moist, and the position of the eyes was empty, leaving only two holes dyed red in the black!
Boire. Pompeiro's disappeared body has reappeared!
Jian Na had not experienced much of a similar situation, and took a step back in fright, and black flames lit up in her palms.
"It, it has been following us?" Franka had taken out a mirror.
"Yes." Lumian laughed lightly, "According to my observation, it needs a very dark environment to appear, and it is not clear under what circumstances it will attack us."
"Aren't you worried, aren't you nervous? This thing is a heavily contaminated mutant corpse, and no one knows what terrifying abilities it has." Franka was infected by Lumian's relaxed attitude and was not in a hurry to deal with Boire, who pressed his face against the glass window. Pompeiro's body.
Lumian chuckled:
"Shouldn't I be happy to see my old friend again?"
He paused for a moment and explained briefly:
"I regret not having time to stop Bowar's body from disappearing.
"Although its prophecies are interrupted, where the pollution and backlash it suffers comes from, and what its characteristics are, itself can explain many questions and point to some hidden existence.
"Isn't this a clue?"
Lumian just said this, Boire. Pompeiro's swollen body suddenly fell backwards, as if someone had been pulled by the collar and pulled away from the living room window.
Behind him, part of the darkness became thicker, as if a cave had opened, and a strange tunnel led to somewhere.
In the depths of the "tunnel", the stars twinkle and are extremely distant.
Boire. Pompeiro's body fell into the "tunnel" in a blink of an eye, falling faster and smaller, until it completely disappeared and was engulfed in darkness.
"I just asked for help." Lumian still had a smile on his face.
Even if the four of them joined forces to deal with Bovar's mutated corpse more easily, in the face of the serious contamination on the target's body, Lumian didn't think that anyone present could do a careful examination on the premise of ensuring their own safety, identify the source of the problem, and must ask for help.
I entered the room to write a letter to the "magician" lady...... Franka suddenly realized and didn't ask any further questions.
Jane also guessed that it should be the secret organization with the code name tarot cards that took action.
There is a messenger between their members!
Anthony. Red asked thoughtfully:
"The next step is to wait for the 'autopsy report'?"
"Not necessarily, maybe that 'autopsy report' is not something we can read." Lumian smiled and sat down on the single sofa.
He looked at Anthony. Rhett pointed to the sofa and motioned for the other party to sit down:
"Is there anything you gain from investigating the 'Dream Seeker' charitable organization?"
It was a private charitable organization that received a large donation from General Philip's widow.
Anthony. Red shook his head:
"No, in the past two months, they have been operating very normally, there is nothing abnormal, perhaps, as you said, the core members of the evil god believers have gone somewhere, and the rest have been told to settle down recently."
Lumian nodded slightly, and turned to look at Franka, who was already sitting in the easy chair:
"Do you know the follow-up to the 'Bliss Society'?"
"Similar to the situation of the 'sinner' organization, they eliminated several core members, but the most important two seem to have disappeared, and they should have gone to that place as well." Franka said that she had learned from the Bronx. Information obtained from Sauron.
They refer to the witch sect.
That place...... Lumian leaned back on the sofa, his mind racing with thoughts, looking for possible clues.
In the end, his thoughts were fixed on Boire. The prophecy made by Pompeiro's body is:
"Room 7, Room 12...... Where will it be?"
Anthony. Red said thoughtfully:
"If it is a private house, there will be no such division.
"It sounds a lot like an apartment."
"There is also a hotel." Franka added.
Pub...... Pub...... Lumian's eyes widened suddenly, and a flash of lightning flashed through his mind, illuminating a detail that he didn't think was a problem before.
He and Franka killed Beatrice, a core member of the "Bliss Society". After Ankul, a note was found on the other party's body, which read:
"Within three days, go to the hostel to pick up that painting."
Isn't a hostel just a lower-level hotel? Isn't it normal to have rooms 7 and 12? Lumian's thoughts instantly became clear.
At that time, he thought that the note belonged to Beatrice's pretending to be an art dealer Theresa, and it was the latter's receipt for buying a painting, but now it seems that the note should belong to Beatrice, a core member of the "Bliss Society", and it is likely that it was passed on by the "Bliss" high priest Hibel who lives in the hostel, asking Beatrice to pick up a painting!
"Hostel ......," Lumian uttered the term.
That's where a large number of evil god givers go in Trier?
Franka, who had heard Lumian ask about Teresa, also remembered the contents of the note.
She asked Lumian a little excitedly and a little excitedly:
"Vazan. Sanson and Pualis went to the place codenamed 'Hostel'?"
"I still need to confirm." After Lumian answered slowly, he asked quickly, "Is that art dealer Teresa back?"
After he found the note, he asked Bronx. Sauron, according to the member of the witch cult, was drawn to Saint-Mirlon, the capital of the Vsack Empire, by a deal, so Beatrice was able to pretend to be her without any influence.
"It should be back, it's been so long." Franka replied uncertainly.
She didn't pay much attention to the whereabouts of an ordinary art dealer.
"What hostel? What art dealer?" The more Jian Na listened, the more confused she became, so she had to ask.
Franka explained briefly, without mentioning the Bronx. Sauron attributed this to an action against the "Bliss Society".
"The problem now is that even if the 'hostel' is really a place where those evil god believers gather, we don't know exactly what it refers to and where it is." Anthony. Red pondered his words.
Lumian exhaled slowly and said with a smile:
"It's better than no direction."
He then said to Franka:
"Tomorrow, I will ask the real art dealer Delisa where she lives, and I want to visit to confirm whether the note is hers or Beatrice's."
"Okay." Franka was quite positive.
On the one hand, she wanted to take the opportunity to urge Bronx. Sauron asked when the assessment period would end, and on the other hand, she hoped to make her own contribution to preventing the disaster.
She plays games before traveling, and most of the time she will choose the plot line of saving humanity, and only when she gets tired of playing will she try new tricks.
Hey, witches don't match the phrase "prevent disaster"...... Franka sighed in her heart.
Lumian looked at Anthony again. Red, thought for a while and said:
"Since they are all very peaceful, we can only be restless."
"What do you mean?" Anthony. Red probably guessed Lumian's thoughts and confirmed it with a rhetorical question.
Lumian's smile widened:
"Directly arrest General Philip's widow and the real operator of the 'Dream Seeker' charitable organization!"
ps: The last two days to ask for a monthly pass~
(End of this chapter)