Chapter 450: Association and Speculation (Please give me a monthly ticket in the last two days) Lumian's body tensed up for a moment, then quickly relaxed. He calmly withdrew his gaze from the carriage window, as if he had seen nothing. "What's wrong?" Anthony Reid looked at Lumian and asked. Lumian smiled: "nothing." "Your smile and your answer always make me feel that you are doing something bad in secret and plotting something!" Franca, who was sitting opposite, muttered. Lumian raised the corner of his mouth: "When you think I'm plotting something, but I'm not doing anything, isn't that also a conspiracy?" "Why does your sister always teach you this kind of thing!" Franka criticized "harshly".
Janna glanced at Lumian and asked nothing, but just became more alert. The four-wheeled, four-seat rental carriage returned to White Coat Street in the market area. The team members did not separate immediately. According to Lumian's suggestion, they gathered in Franca's apartment to discuss Bouvard's "confession" and prophecy. As soon as the door was closed, Lumian suddenly said: "Lend me a bedroom." "Now?" Franka put away her smiling expression. She heard the seriousness in Lumian's words, and combined with some details she had noticed before, she realized that something was really happening in the dark. "Yes." Lumian walked towards Franca's bedroom and closed the door. Janna, Franca and Anthony Reid looked at each other and chose not to sit down. They each took a position in the light of the gas wall lamp, not too close to each other, nor too far away. It took only three or four minutes for Lumian to open the door of the master bedroom and walk out. Franca peeked inside and saw that the curtains in her bedroom were drawn. Lumian looked around and said with a smile before Franka could ask any questions: "I'd like to introduce a friend to you all, but I need you to turn off the gas wall lamp first." "What friend? He's so weird. He can't even talk properly after becoming a 'conspirator'." Franka muttered while turning the knob valve at the bottom of the black gas wall lamp. Janna followed up with a murmur: "He didn't like to talk nicely before, and always made people feel 'provoked'..." This is not a problem of the "conspirator", but a chemical reaction between my personality and the characteristics of the "hunter" path! Soon, the gas wall lamp went out and the living room became dark. Only the crimson moonlight that penetrated the clouds and the dim starlight near the window provided some visibility. Lumian looked toward the glass window and waited patiently. Franka is also experienced and asked thoughtfully: "Do I need to activate 'clairvoyance'?"
“Probably not necessary…” Lumian had just finished speaking when he saw a face reflected on the dark but slightly shiny glass window. The skin on that face was swollen, pale and moist, and the areas where the eyes should be were empty, with only two black and red holes left! The missing body of Bouvard Pompaello reappears! Janna had little experience with similar situations, so she took a step back in fear, and black flames ignited in her palms. "It, it has been following us?" Franca took out a mirror. "Yes." Lumian smiled lightly, "According to my observation, it needs a very dark environment to appear. As for the circumstances under which it will attack us, it is not clear yet." "Aren't you worried? Aren't you nervous? This thing is a mutated corpse that has been severely contaminated. No one knows what terrifying abilities it has." Franka was infected by Lumian's relaxed attitude and did not rush to deal with the corpse of Bouvard Pompero, whose face was pressed against the glass window. Lumian chuckled softly: "Shouldn't you be happy to see your old friend again?" He paused and explained briefly: “I regretted not being able to prevent Bouvard’s body from disappearing. “Although its prophecy was interrupted, where the pollution and backlash it suffered came from and what characteristics it had can explain a lot of problems and point to some hidden existence. “Isn’t this a clue?” Just as Lumian said this, Bouvard Pompero's swollen body, which looked like it had been drowned, suddenly fell backwards, as if someone had grabbed its collar and dragged it away from the living room window. Behind him, the darkness grew thicker, as if a cave had opened up, a strange tunnel leading to an unknown place. Deep in the "tunnel", stars are twinkling and seem extremely far away. The blinded body of Bouvard Pomperaud fell into the "tunnel" in an instant, falling faster and faster, getting smaller and smaller, until it completely disappeared and was swallowed by the darkness. "I just found some help." Lumian still had a smile on his face. Even if the four of them could really deal with Bouvar's mutated corpse relatively easily by working together, facing the serious contamination on the target, Lumian didn't think anyone present could do a careful inspection and identify the source of the problem while ensuring their own safety. He had to ask for help. In this case, it would be better to find someone capable to help from the beginning. The purpose of entering the room was to write a letter to Ms. Magician... Franca suddenly realized but did not ask any further questions. Janna also guessed that it must be the secret organization using Tarot cards as its code name that took action. Their members communicate with each other through messengers! Anthony Reid thought for a moment and asked: "The next step is to wait for the 'autopsy report'?" "Not necessarily. Perhaps that 'autopsy report' is not something we can read." Lumian smiled and sat down on the single sofa. He looked at Anthony Reid and pointed at the long sofa, signaling him to sit down: "What did you gain from investigating the Dream Seekers charity?" It was a private charity that received a large donation from General Philip's widow. Anthony Reid shook his head: "No, they have been operating normally for the past two months, without any abnormalities. Perhaps, as you said, the core members of the evil god's followers have gone somewhere, and the rest have been told to behave themselves recently." Lumian nodded slightly, then turned to look at Franka who had already sat in the armchair:
"Do you know what happened next with the 'Saviour of Bliss'?" "It's similar to the situation of the 'Sinner' organization. They eliminated several core members, but the two most important ones seem to have disappeared. They should have gone to that place." Franka said the information she got from Browns Soren. They were referring to the Witch Cult. That place... Lumian leaned back on the sofa, his mind racing, searching for possible clues. Finally, his thoughts were fixed on the prophecy made by Bouvard Pompero's corpse: "Room 7, Room 12... Where could it be?" Anthony Reid said thoughtfully: “If it was a private house, there would be no such division. "That sounds a lot like an apartment." "And a hotel," Franca added. Hotel... Hotel... Lumian's eyes suddenly widened, and a flash of lightning flashed through his mind, illuminating a detail that he had not thought was a problem before. After he and Franka killed Beatrice Ankur, a core member of the "Spiritual Society", they found a note on her body, which read: "Within three days, go to the inn and take the painting away." Isn't a hostel just a lower-level hotel? Isn't it normal to have Room 7 and Room 12? Lumian's thoughts suddenly became clear. At that time, he thought that the note belonged to Theresa, the art dealer pretended by Beatrice, and it was a receipt for the latter's purchase of a painting. But now it seems that the note should be from Beatrice, a core member of the "Supreme Society". It was most likely passed by Sibel, the high priest of the "Supreme Society" who lived in the hostel, asking Beatrice to take away a painting! "Hostel..." Lumian said the word. Is that where a large number of those gifted by the evil god in Trier went? After hearing Lumian ask about Theresa, Franka also remembered the contents of the note. She asked Lumian with some excitement: "Vazan Sanson and Puaris went to a place codenamed 'Inn'?" “We need to confirm this.” Lumian answered slowly, then asked faster, “Is the art dealer Theresa back?” After he found the note, he asked Browns Soran. According to this member of the Witch Cult, the art dealer was led to Saint Milon, the capital of the Feysac Empire, by a business deal, so Beatrice was able to pretend to be her without any impact. "He should be back by now, it's been so long." Franka answered uncertainly. She subsequently didn't pay much attention to the whereabouts of an ordinary art dealer. "What inn? What art dealer?" Janna became more and more confused as she listened, so she had to ask. Franka briefly explained it, without mentioning Browns Soren, and attributed it to an action against the "Society of Bliss". "The problem now is that even if the 'hostel' is really the place where the evil god's followers gather, we don't know what it specifically refers to or where it is." Anthony Reid said carefully. Lumian exhaled slowly and said with a smile: “It’s better than having no direction at all.” He then said to Franca: "Ask the real art dealer Theresa where she lives tomorrow. I want to pay her a visit and 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 Browns Soren and ask when the probation period would end. On the other hand, she hoped to make her own contribution to preventing the disaster. When she played games before she traveled through time, she would mostly choose the plot line of saving humanity. Only when she got tired of it would she try new things. Alas, the phrase "witch" and "preventing disaster" don't really go together... Franka sighed in her heart. Lumian looked at Anthony Reid again, thought for a moment and said: "Since they are all so well behaved, we have to be the ones to be restless." "What do you mean?" Anthony Reid probably guessed what Lumian was thinking and asked a question to confirm it. Lumian's smile widened: "Just arrest General Philip's widow and the real controller of the Dream Seekers charity organization and interrogate them!" PS: I’m asking for monthly tickets in the last two days~ (End of this chapter)