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"It sounds similar to Charlie's experience, the only difference is that those are women, and Charlie is a man..." suspected Suzanne. Matisse's grotesque creatures are gender-neutral, or, is there another grotesque creature that's similar but male?
"The latter possibility is more likely, because the three victims in Ernette Township are all women, and there are no men..."
Well, there is one difference between those three women and Charlie, they have no partner on the surface or in the dark, and Charlie became Mrs. Alice's lover not long after praying to Suzanne Mathis... If there is no such thing, Will Charlie, like the three victims, eventually die of weakness and brokenness caused by too much indulgence?
"Mrs. Alice became a victim instead of him, or is this just the beginning?" Lumian thought a lot from what the man with the painted face shared, and made certain speculations.
He now only hopes that the authorities will pay attention to this case and not send Suzanne.
Matisse is completely cleansed.
As for whether the authorities would suspect that there were Extraordinary beings hidden among Charlie's friends because of the help letter, Lumian was not too worried—he deliberately imitated Charlie's information and situation when he wrote the letter, and even in an unknown place. A small mistake was made in the obvious details. In this way, the writer looks more like a person who has a deep hatred with Suzanne Matisse and has been following her for a long time. That's why I care more about Suzanne and Matisse's problems, and I don't know enough about Charlie.
After the participants of the party exchanged for a while about the strange case in the town of Ernette, Mr. K's waiter picked up something covered with a black cloth.
Another waiter introduced, "This is a painting from a friend of a participant. He himself is an Extraordinary. He died strangely two months ago, and he drew this painting before his death."
At this time, the waiter holding the painting tore off the black cloth covering the surface, and displayed the posthumous work of that Extraordinary.
At this moment, it was an oil painting, on which all kinds of bright and strong colors were used to smear out strange and hallucinatory scenes: there were green weeds growing to the sky, there was a golden sun hidden in the well, and there was blood pouring down from the sky In the river, there are black figures dancing together, and there are clouds made of white skulls.
Just looking at the painting for a few seconds, Lumian felt dizzy.
According to the letters and diaries left by the owner of the painting, this painting probably contains some kind of truth, pointing to the truth of the essence of the world and the source of mysticism.
"This may also hide the real reason for his strange death. If any participant wants to study, the price can be negotiated."
Do you still want to sell this kind of thing? Don't even give it to me! Lumian slandered, and looked away.
Lumian is only interested in the actual Extraordinary characteristics. Interested in potion recipes, magical items, extraordinary weapons, or useful occult knowledge.
Obviously, most of the party participants didn't want to spend money on such an ominous painting that didn't know what secret it was hiding. In the end, Mr. K's waiter put it away and covered it with a black cloth again.
At a quarter past ten, Mr. K announced that the party was over, and everyone left in batches.
When going out, Lumian obviously felt that the convener was looking at him, with some kind of scrutiny.
"Will he send someone to follow me and investigate me?" Lumian suddenly had such an idea. Not only did he not care about this, he even looked forward to it.
Apart from occasionally summoning messengers, there is nothing abnormal about him now, and he can withstand any investigation!
As long as he restrained himself from contacting Ms. Magician, Lumian believed that Mr. K would get an almost real report soon.
Charles is indeed a wild Extraordinary. He lacks the necessary common sense in many things. He is suspected to be from Kordu Village. He is looking for the whereabouts of Ji Xiaomu, Bene and others, and he is also wanted.
In that way, Lumian may be able to receive an invitation from Mr. K to become his subordinate and a member of the organization behind him in a short time after showing his ability and extreme attitude.
Sometimes, inadvertently exposing one's own weakness and real situation is an effective means to win the trust of others.
In this way, Lumian and Aosta found a hidden corner in the house at No. 19 Scheer Street, changed their disguise, and went all the way back to the Candide Market area.
As he walked towards the chaotic street, Lumi'an frowned suspiciously.
He didn't find out who was following him.
"Is it because Mr. K hasn't planned to investigate me yet, or is the person following me high-level and uniquely able to let us notice?" Lumian thought about it and forgot about it.
He wasn't afraid to investigate anyway, unless Mr. K. was with the Stingers.
Before he had time to look at the situation here, he heard Charlie's angry voice: "Can you believe it? Three hours ago I was in the police headquarters and was accused of murder, and three hours later, I was here and Let's drink and sing together!"
Ladies and gentlemen, what an unbelievable thing I've been through again, I bet there's no one here who can...
"This trainee waiter once again held a beer bottle, jumped onto the small round table, and made a speech to the surrounding drinkers."
His short, light-brown hair was disheveled, as if it hadn't been trimmed in days, and there was a noticeable stubble around his mouth.
"So fast?" Lumian thought it would take two or three days for Charlie to be released.
He immediately turned his head to the side and said to Lumian: I treat you to this cup.
Of course, at least I don't have to worry about being hanged. I don't want to live without getting much attention and die surrounded by thousands of people.
The citizens of Trier have a hobby of watching executions of prisoners on death row.
Whenever someone was sent to the gallows or shot, the streets and alleys were crowded with people.
In the classical era before Emperor Roselle, there was even a custom based on this hobby. On the way from the prison to the gallows, if any of the onlookers was willing to marry him, he would have his sentence commuted and his sentence reduced. punishment and even acquittal.
"Is there anything wrong?" Lumian asked further.
Charlie took a sip of beer, glanced left and right, and suppressed his voice, "I can't talk about the specific process, I signed the commitment letter, the notarized commitment letter, you don't know, oh, how amazing it is."
He wanted to add another sentence of "together at that time", but recalling the courage and ability shown by Charles, he silently gave up this idea.
Lumian took a sip of the absinthe brought by the bartender, and motioned Charlie to sit in a corner where there was no one else.
After confirming that the environment was noisy and no one was listening, he asked, "Susanna Matis is the problem solved?"
"I don't know." Charlie shook his head. "They did a lot of things, but I can't tell."
"Did they promise protection for a period of time?" Lumian asked thoughtfully.
Charlie replied awkwardly, "I can't tell."
Lumian smiled: "It seems that there is."
If there's no promise of protection, then there's no corresponding discourse, not bound by a pledge of secrecy: "Ugh."
Charlie didn't expect that Charles could guess so accurately.
Lumian turned to ask, "Did they tell you anything? Tell me what you can tell."
Charlie thought about it and said: "They told me, if you have that dream again, don't panic, go to the nearest church after dawn, the church of the Eternal Sun, don't you know? I'm a real believer in the Eternal Sun now! "
Lumian raised his right hand expressionlessly and drew a triangle on his chest.
Charlie fell silent.
After drinking with Charlie, Lumian returned to Room 207 and continued to study Aurora's witchcraft notes.
He finished washing up before midnight step by step, lay down on the bed, and fell into a deep sleep.
bang bang bang! bang bang bang!
Lumian was awakened by a loud knock on the door.
Who? He frowned, held Corrupted Mercury with his backhand, walked to the door and carefully opened the wooden door.
Charlie is outside the door.
He was still wearing a linen shirt, black trousers and lace-up shoes, and his expression was pale and full of fear.