Chapter 456 The Missing Writer (Third Update Asks for a Guaranteed Monthly Pass)
Lumian put the "Secret Glasses" on the bridge of his nose, and immediately felt the house spinning and the earth shaking.
He endured dizziness and nausea, only to feel that the scene he saw in front of him was divided into pieces and overlapped each other, presenting an extremely strange situation:
The bed pressed against the desk, which was against the ceiling, and behind the ceiling was a tap that seemed to be installed inside the wardrobe...... They were like translucent canvases, superimposed into Lumian's eyes.
On the side of the wardrobe, a slightly pale face stood out.
The face was brown and fluffy, naturally separated, and under the black-rimmed glasses were dark brown eyes, as if Gabriel had cleaned himself up and didn't seem to stay up late for a while.
The playwright looked at Lumian with a slightly empty and distorted but real smile on his face.
His right hand stretched out from the void and waved it gently, and his face then retracted into the bottom of the translucent layers, completely disappearing.
Lumian looked at the left and right a few times, and after confirming that Gabriel really didn't appear again, he quickly took off the "Secret Glasses" and put on the "True Eye" that caused intermittent tinnitus to the left.
The main body of this magical object was covered by the corresponding ears, allowing Lumian to hear sounds that seemed to be speaking extremely fast from the distant horizon, and the lenses made of purple veins clung to his eyes, allowing him to see faint blood, cascading blocks of color, a third of the room that blended into the scene, and frosted glass-like invisible curtains.
The latter two either subsided quickly or gradually returned to normal.
Before the whispers became clear, Lumian took off the "Eye of Truth" and rubbed the corner of his forehead that was starting to tingle.
Combined with the sight seen separately with two magical objects, he believes that Gabriel has also been contaminated by the "hostel" and has become a monster that cannot be touched or seen in a normal way.
But the playwright, apparently still maintaining a certain sanity, not only recognized Lumian, but also waved goodbye to him with pleasure.
The act of putting the white-glazed porcelain monoaural water cup back in place just now seemed to be a greeting and trying to get Lumian's attention.
"He accepted becoming a monster and was still a little happy? When did he come into contact with the 'hostel'?" Lumian frowned slightly.
His eyes suddenly fell on the manuscript on the desk, and he felt that the story in this unfinished script was very familiar.
Lumian picked up the manuscript, and unlike just a quick glance at it, this time he began to read carefully.
Just after reading the first part, he determined that the prototype of the protagonist of this script was Gabriel himself, and the characters' personalities, details of life, neglect, and forced vulgar creative experiences were all very consistent.
As for the heroine, the woman who has fallen into the gang and continues to encourage the male protagonist to create, Lumian thinks that if it weren't for the wrong gender, wouldn't this background setting be himself?
Of course, the heroine's personality, the way he speaks, and the language of encouragement are all completely different from him, even if it is part of the gangster plot, Lumian can still see the shadow of Charlie.
"In other words, the heroine's identity, background, and gangster experience are a combination of my situation and Charlie's, and the interaction with the male protagonist is different...... Gabriel said that at the Golden Rooster Hotel, the only ones who encouraged him were me and the mannequin Safali, and Charlie would just drink with him, not laughing but only teasing...... Mannequins, painter's mannequins! Saffari slept with Gabriel for one night before moving out!" Lumian quickly stringed things together.
He felt that the source of the problem should be the mannequin Saffari!
The young lady once followed a painter to work as a model in a small seaside town and returned to the Golden Rooster Hotel after a long time.
Artist!
"Gabriel didn't suffer some pollution that night, right? Where Safari moved was a 'hostel'?" Lumian read the script carefully and did not miss a word.
Since this is a story created by Gabriel based on his own experiences, it is inevitable that many real details and emotions will be added.
These could be clues!
As the plot progresses, he feels the love hidden in Gabriel's heart, and he feels the pain of thinking that he can easily let go of this relationship and move to a better neighborhood to start a new life.
In the end, the protagonist, who recognizes his heart and feelings and no longer runs away, actively looks for traces of his lover:
He visits people he knows, he searches for hotels and hotels that appear in his dreams, and he goes to gallery after gallery to see if there are new works based on lovers for sale......
His efforts failed, and he wrote that inner monologue.
"It stopped here, there was no back part...... I can't tell if he found Saffari......" Lumian put down the manuscript in disappointment and opened the drawer to see if there were drafts, outlines, and notebooks to record inspiration.
It's a pity that only the first part is there, but when writing the second half, Gabriel seems to have been immersed in that emotion and wrote his inner monologue in one go.
Lumian looked at the papers in front of him and fell into deep thought:
"Judging from this script and other items in the room, Gabriel has not found Saffari yet......
"In other words, he did not actually come into contact with the 'hostel'......
"Moreover, judging from the situation of the script and Rabe's description, Gabriel did not have any trace of being contaminated or receiving gifts until he stopped creating......
"Why did such a person suddenly turn into an untouchable monster?
"If you just know about the 'hostel', you shouldn't suffer such a thing......
"Except for me, who is in a special state, Franka knows the 'hostel', Jane knows the 'hostel', Anthony. Rhett, the art dealer Teresa, the members of the Witch Cult in Trier, Mr. K of the Aurora Society, and a large number of Purifiers of the Eternal Sun Church also knew about the Hostel......
"Beatitse of the 'Bliss Society' knew where the 'hostel' was and wanted to get a painting, so Franka and I made a mistake; The 'sinner' Bouvar predicted the disaster related to the 'hostel', so he suffered backlash and was polluted into a strange corpse; The "Dream Seeker" charity organization is likely to sponsor painters, writers, and other evil gods related to the "Hostel", so it will be destroyed as soon as it is exposed......
"Gabriel is why?
"Has he encountered something recently that has led to his deeper understanding of the 'hostel' or the discovery of Safari's traces?"
Lumian had a preliminary speculation and searched Gabriel's rented apartment again with a clear purpose.
There was no gain.
He immediately left 34 Rue Saint-Michel and returned to the "Third-rate Writers" bar, where he sat next to Rabe, who was drinking.
"A cup of 'Green Fairy'." Lumian knocked on the bar.
Then, he turned his head to Rabe and said:
"Do you know where Gabriel has been in the last few days?"
"Then you have to ask them." Rabe pointed to a small round table near the window.
He is a down-and-out writer, a storyteller without a pseudonym, and it is quite lucky to be able to meet a rising star like Gabriel and attend his private parties.
Under Rabe's recommendation, Lumian came to the small round table.
The moment he saw the four men, he was stunned for a moment:
Isn't this just a few people discussing the painter Mullen's parody work "Cafe"?
After listening to Lumian's question, the leader replied with a slight doubt:
"The last time we saw Gabriel was the day before yesterday, and we went to the Trier Art Center to see an art exhibition together."
Art Exhibition ...... Lumian frowned.
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Chayo Town.
Franka in a white jacket followed Bronx in a black coat. Sauron walks through the vine-covered manor.
"Where are you taking me?" Franka, who was invited, did not hide his doubts.
Bronse glanced at her:
"Take you to see my teacher, you have passed the assessment and are an official member of our sect."
Bronx. Sauron's teacher...... A high-ranking witch? The leader of the Witch Sect in Trier? Franka's thoughts were spinning, and she said with a smile:
"Does this mean I can get the benefits of membership?"
The word welfare was invented by Roselle the Great and became well known in Intes.
The Bronx kept her distance from Franka:
"What do you want?"
"The magic potion formula of 'pain'." Franka replied without hesitation.
"Pain" is the name of "Assassin" Path Sequence 5, often referred to as "Witch of Pain".
Bronse sneered:
"You really dare to make a request, do you think you have enough contribution to ask for the 'pain' magic potion formula?"
She paused for a moment and then said:
"Of course, if you help the sect accomplish something, this can be your benefit."
Originally I didn't have any hopes, but Franka, who just gave it a try, glanced at Bronx:
"What's the matter?"
Bronx replied:
"We have received information that the 'Iron Blood Cross' secretly entered Trier through an underground tunnel a few months ago, and if you can figure out what it is and who is in control of it now, you can get the 'pain' magic potion formula."
A few months ago...... Underground tunnel ...... Secretly sent an item to Trier...... Franka suddenly thought of the loss of "Mouse" Crystal to his brother.
In order to help the Sava smuggling leader recover her brother's transported items, she and Lumian were swallowed up by a strange mirror world and almost failed to escape.
She also got a classically shaped sterling silver mirror as a result.
ps: The third one is looking for a guaranteed monthly pass~
(End of this chapter)