Goddess bless...... Is this a belief in the night, or which evil god...... Judging from the actual performance, it should be an evil god...... Lumian listened to Annis's answer and made a preliminary judgment in his heart.
At the same time, he sighed silently:
"No wonder people who believe in evil gods like to develop their parents, spouses, and children into like-minded people, otherwise, no matter how careful they are, many details cannot be hidden from each other's family members who are familiar with each other day and night......"
Anthony. Red held the quietly burning cigarette in his hand, thought for a few seconds and said:
"How did Philip die?"
The intelligence he has collected so far shows that General Philip died of a sudden illness, but this is only an external claim, and the actual situation is unknown.
Anis replied in a wandering tone:
"He had colic in the middle of the night, and he couldn't take him to the hospital before he could be sent to the hospital."
Anthony. Rhett asked calmly:
"Where's his body?"
"It was purified, burned into ashes, and sent to the family cemetery in Erato District." What Anis said was publicly displayed intelligence.
Lumian looked sideways at Anthony. Red:
"Ask about the fate of extraordinary traits."
He felt that Philip must be an extraordinary person, after all, the other party could grow into a general step by step in the army, and he was born in an original aristocratic family, so the probability of not being an extraordinary person could be said to be very small.
When the "psychiatrist" finished asking questions, Anis said quite blankly:
"What is an extraordinary trait?"
Anthony. Red analyzed the psychology and knowledge of the following characters and changed the way he asked:
"Where did the things that came out of Philip's body go? Or, is there a special item on and around him, where did he go?"
Anis recalled:
"While waiting for the servant to come and carry him downstairs in the carriage, he told me with difficulty that if he died, there would be no strange changes in his body, and that he would put away what appeared and leave it for the children.
"Later, later, the funeral was too chaotic, and I was too sad, that thing was gone, and I couldn't find it again......"
Can't find it...... Lumian had previously suspected that General Philip was faking his death, and now he was more inclined to this speculation.
He even felt that the other party's extraordinary characteristics had not really been revealed, and the phenomena and items that Annis saw and put away were illusions created by corresponding abilities or rituals, and then naturally disappeared.
and Lumian and the others have discussed this matter several times. Red obviously had a similar thought, and he asked in a calm voice without causing any irritation:
"What does that thing look like?"
Annis's mind and body said the answer in her voice:
"It was his fist, it became skinless, and the joints were like black metal, very sharp, and easily cut off the back of the chair......"
Extraordinary properties are combined with a certain part of the body to become the main material of magic medicine...... Lumian has a lot of experience with this.
Anthony. Red asked for a while, confirming that Anis didn't know much, and she didn't even know which route General Philip was originally from.
Seeing this, Lumian walked around the master bedroom, his eyes falling on a photo frame placed on the surface of the desk.
It is a group photo of Philip's family, without the color photographic techniques that have emerged in recent years.
In the family photo, General Philip is wearing a high-ranking officer's dress with many medals, not too tall, and from the surrounding references, he looks about 1.7 meters tall.
His hair was thick, slightly curled, and his eyes were not big, but he had the sharpness of an eagle staring at his prey, his beard around his mouth was neatly trimmed, and the tip was even coated with paraffin.
Lumian looked carefully and noted Philip's specific appearance and appearance characteristics.
If this person really faked his death to escape from his original fate, then according to the "righteous" lady, this should only involve the loss of the old destiny and the acquisition of the new destiny, and will not change its appearance.
In other words, the current one should be a stranger who looks exactly like General Philip, and if he meets him in the future, Lumian hopes to recognize him at a glance.
"Let's go." Anthony. Red finished reading minds and said to Lumian with a slight disappointment.
Lumian was not frustrated by the setback, and nodded lightly:
"Go to that charity."
The charity organization called "Dream Seeker" aims to provide some help to outstanding young people who come to Trier to pursue their dreams but are temporarily stuck in trouble.
The apartments are located in the house rented by the "Dream Seeker" charity, with the lower two floors being workplaces and the upper two floors being staff dormitories.
Osa, who actually controls this charitable organization, also lives there, saying that he is really helping dream seekers, not taking the opportunity to make money.
After leaving Livo Street, Lumian and others rushed to District 2, that is, the art district and the financial district.
District 2 was very close to the 3rd arrondissement where they were currently located, and it didn't take long for them to arrive not far from Rue Saint-Varo.
The "Dream Seeker" charity organization is located in Building 11.
Just got out of the carriage and had not yet approached the street where the target was located, Lumian and Anthony. Red saw a crimson fire rising in the dark night.
The ferocious flames turned a building into a giant torch in the night.
Lumian's eyes froze, and he had a bad guess.
He and Anthony. After Red looked at each other, he ran wildly towards Saint-Varo Street.
Pedaling and pedaling, the two walked through an alley with barricades, and saw that the house that had turned into a fiery hell was Building 11, the office space and staff dormitory of the "Dream Seeker" charitable organization!
The flames that made a crackling sound kept leaping into the air, completely sealing off the four-story building and burning it to black, and the windows, no one called for help, and no one tried to jump down, it was so quiet inside that it was as if everyone had already died.
Residents living on this street woke up, or fled in a hurry, or wanted to help the firefighters, or watched the excitement from a distance.
"We're late......" Anthony. Red looked at the burning building and sighed.
Lumian stared for a moment, then slowly shook his head and said:
"No.
"Maybe it's just that fate doesn't want us to gain anything, and even if it comes early, we will see something similar."
When investigating the things that so many evil god blessers gathered to plan, they would inevitably encounter all kinds of interference, some direct, some indirect, some seemingly normal, some quite weird, and some that were not favored by fate.
Lu Mian paused for a moment and then said:
"This at least shows that we are on the right path."
Anthony. Red was silent for a few seconds and said:
"This indirectly proves that General Philip is related to the belief in evil gods, and what happened to me and my comrades is likely to stem from this......"
As he spoke, his voice gradually lowered.
A few dozen meters away from the burning building, Lumian's face was reflected in the fire, he looked ahead, and asked calmly:
"Do you want to continue to investigate?
"This matter is getting more and more dangerous, many times more dangerous than when you were attacked and gunshots were everywhere.
"You are still afraid of what happened that night to this day, afraid of the sudden gunshots, do you really have the courage and determination to pursue it?"
Anthony. Rhett was silent for a moment, and the middle-aged man who had been beaten by the wind and rain did not make a sound for a long time.
In front of him were houses engulfed in crimson flames, firefighters wearing red and blue uniforms and face masks, and chaotic and noisy citizens.
After an unknown amount of time, the "psychiatrist" whose hairline had receded and had a slightly fat face said in a very low voice:
"Perhaps, I died in that attack, and now I am alive as an evil spirit chasing the truth and trying to take revenge.
"I can be destroyed, but I can't give up, that's what I thought after you told me last time that there were still clues and hope."
Lumian laughed, turned his head sideways, looked at Anthony and said:
"Welcome to the hell of revenge."
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After returning to the market area, Lumian immediately wrote a letter to Ms. "Magician" about tonight's action process and final result.
He felt that the current matter was beyond the scope of what a few of them could handle, and no matter what clues were obtained, they would eventually find that it was interrupted, as if fate was like this.
This caused Lumian to hesitate to investigate further, fearing that his and others' actions would destroy little hope.
Not long after, the "doll" messenger brought neatly folded paper:
"All the interweaving of fates is playing a drama.
"Then there will be clues, the important thing is to tell me first, the less important thing is to investigate yourself alone, you have Thermibolus sealed in your body, this is a heavy stone that can stir up ripples in the river of fate, it will not be so easily affected, and others cannot.
"In addition, we will try other things."
Other attempts...... Lumian felt that the "Tarot Society" should have done a lot of things in secret, but like himself and others, he failed to track it down in the end.
With the strength of the "Tarot Society", he suspected that this matter was even directly interfered with by angels and even evil gods.
After burning the letter in his hand, Lumian lay on the bed, brewing drowsiness, thinking about which direction he could trace from:
"The groups that are prone to problems related to 'hostels' are painters, novelists, and people with a hobby of reading......"
In the blink of an eye, Lumian thought of a person:
Gabriel, a playwright who used to stay at the Golden Rooster Hotel.
The one who moved to Rue Saint-Michel in the 2nd arrondissement, where a large number of painters and writers live, is a very suitable place for art to exchange creations.
"Mr. K and the official organization have only excluded painters and writers with a certain reputation, and there are too many who just regard painting and writing as hobbies and do not make a living from it for the time being...... Many of the outstanding young people who came to Trier to pursue their dreams were engaged in art...... and the 'Dream Seeker' charity organization even burned the archives ......"
Lumian quickly made a decision to visit Gabriel at dawn and ask him if he had ever met a writer or painter who had not yet become famous for his strange manners, or if he had heard any strange remarks from these groups.
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(End of this chapter)