Chapter 452: Tracking Clues (Last Day to Ask for a Monthly Ticket) Child of God...Franca was startled and almost let the double-barreled shotgun, which was not aimed at any target, go off accidentally. She looked at Browns and asked for confirmation: "The original child?" Although her probation period has not yet ended, she has passed the review after all and is considered a prospective member of the Witch Sect. Naturally, she "knows" that this secret organization believes in the deity "Original Witch" and is usually referred to by words such as "Original". Browns nodded slowly and said: "As far as I know." Did the "Original Witch" ever give birth to a child? Franka asked with curiosity: "Who is Christine's father?" "I don't know." Bronx warned Franka, "This is not something we should know." This is a gossip about the gods... Franka muttered silently, and brought the topic back to the main purpose of her visit to Xiayue Town today:
"Has Theresa, the art dealer pretended by Beatrice Ankur, returned from the Feysac Empire? Where does she live?" "Why are you asking that?" Bronx was quite alert. In her eyes, Franca Roland and her lovers were all very powerful and dangerous Extraordinary Personas. Only Janna, who lived with them, was relatively ordinary. Franka laughed: "Yesterday, I helped Charles take revenge and captured a follower of the evil god who believed in fate. From him, I learned that many of Trier's gifted people went to a certain place. It's very mysterious and strange. "Combined with some of the details he told us, we suspect that the 'hostel' written on the note on Beatrice is the destination of the evil god's gifters. We want to find Theresa to confirm whether the note is for her or Beatrice." Hearing Franka talking about the evil god's followers and the evil god's gift recipients, Browns felt very awkward: In the world of mysticism, the "Original Witch" has always been regarded as an evil god. Of course, these original followers all believed that the God they believed in was the true God who was marginalized and was a sufficiently secretive existence. When Franka finished speaking, Browns replied directly: "You don't have to look for the art dealer. After we found out that the high priest and another core member of the Bliss Society were missing, we followed the contents of the note and patiently waited for Theresa to return. "She told us she didn't know what a 'hostel' was and had never bought a work from a painter who lived in one. "We have confirmed that this is true." Franca said with some toothache and annoyance: “It’s really a note for Beatrice… From the note, it seems that Beatrice knows where the ‘hostel’ is, otherwise she wouldn’t have been able to take the painting away within three days. "If only we had found the note first and then communicated with the spirit..." At this point, Franca was stunned. She felt that there was a trick of fate in this matter. Fate seemed to be preventing the information about the "hostel" from leaking out. Was it the power of fate, or was it the evil way Ciel had mentioned before, that one could escape from one's original fate by using death? Was the information about the "hostel" destined not to be leaked? Franka's thoughts raced, and she felt more and more that there was something abnormal about that incident. Browns had a rare opportunity and immediately attacked Franka: "Aren't you experienced? You actually 'conducted' without thoroughly searching the target's body. The first hour after death is golden time. There's no need to rush." Franca wanted to explain that this might be a trick of fate, but after thinking about it, she decided not to do so.
Why should we remind Bronx and let her learn her lesson? Wouldn't it be better to let her remain inexperienced? Maybe she can be used in the future! Franka then looked at Browns and said: "Little mouth babble..." Before she finished speaking, she smiled and stretched out her right hand, gently grasping the other person's chin: "I can choose not to attend your happy party, but I want to accept your 'examination'. "Would you like to give it a try?" Browns subconsciously reached out and opened Franka's right palm, then took a step back and said: "If you behave like a normal woman, I can test you, but now..." What she meant was that Franca now looked like a playboy, a dandy playboy. "You're so stubborn." Franka sneered and said something that made Browne strange but understandable. She picked up the double-barreled shotgun and walked leisurely into the forest, no longer communicating with Browns. ………… At the bottom of the off-white luxurious house at 19 Scheer Street in the Boulevard area. Lumian once again saw Mr. K in the basement, wearing a black robe and a wide hood. He had previously reported the abnormal quietness of the evil god sect to his superior, and Mr. K confirmed the situation after a period of investigation and collection of relevant information. Today, Lumian mainly talked about the prophecy of Bouvard's corpse and his own associations, as well as the situation of the "Sinner" organization. He described the information provided by the "magician" lady as Bouvard's confession, saying that he had seen a painting with strange powers at Voisin Sanson's. Finally, Lumian took out his "Secret Spectacles": "Mr. K, has this magical item also been contaminated by the gift of the 'Inn' path?" Mr. K stood in front of the red armchair and said in a hoarse voice: "You wait." He clapped his hands gently to let the waiter outside come in, and whispered something to him. While waiting for the waiter to return, Mr. K remained silent, and no sound was heard in the entire basement. This made Lumian a little embarrassed, and he could only mutter in his heart: "Say something, at least talk about your faith, you can't just leave me standing here like an idiot..." Of course, Lumian knew very well that Mr. K was definitely not idle and had to create an awkward silence. He might be listening to the voice of the gods and listening to unknown information. Not long after, the waiter returned with an oil painting about half a meter high and nearly seventy centimeters wide. The oil painting was painted with a dark forest, which set off the green grass in the middle that was illuminated by the sun. There was a white area on the grass that looked like it was cut by a scraper, and upon closer inspection it seemed to be a human figure. Mr. K finally spoke: "Apart from the confusing oil painting with unclear meaning and significant mental impact, the 'Mystery Glasses' were also found together with this work hanging on the wall. “It was supposed to be a portrait, but when we saw it, the person was gone and there was only the landscape.”
Came out of the painting? Lumian was startled, remembering the example given by the "magician". He didn't tell Mr. K. about that. After all, Bouvard didn't seem like someone who knew so much. "Did something unusual happen at that time, causing the person in the portrait to disappear?" Lumian asked tentatively. Mr. K nodded his hooded head slowly: “Maybe it came to life and left the painting on its own. "It is possible that it is the source of the Beyonder's mutation." The Aurora Society really knows a lot... Lumian commented sincerely: "Strange power, terrifying phenomenon." Mr. K added hoarsely: “We once checked the painters of some fame in Trier and found that except for a few who had gone completely crazy or had died long ago and no one knew about it, the others were relatively normal, except that they abused psychotropic drugs and were addicted to alcohol. "Combined with other findings, we have determined that it is not easy for painters to become followers of the evil god of that path and gain the corresponding power. Instead, those who are blessed by the evil god of that path will gain the ability to paint and naturally become painters. However, only a small number of them make painting their profession. The rest are hiding among the crowd, painting their own paintings and not advertising them to the outside world." "Sequence name, 'Painter'?" Lumian asked thoughtfully. This is consistent with the characteristics of strength. "God says yes," Mr. K replied devoutly and fanatically. Lumian immediately lowered his head: “What else does the Lord teach us?” "God said that the 'inn' is for foreign travelers." Mr. K was very satisfied with Lumian's attitude. A foreign traveler? A traveler from outside the barrier? Lumian tensed up and became more focused. But Mr. K did not convey the oracle again, and it seemed that this was the only revelation from God. Mr. K's hoarse voice revealed a certain solemnity: "Next, our most important thing is to find that 'hostel'." Without waiting for Lumian's response, he took two steps and said: “The number of evil god incidents we handle is always less than those who occupy official positions. They may know more. "It's not convenient for me to come forward on this matter, but you can try to get information from them through other channels." The Aurora Society wants to cooperate with the authorities to prevent this disaster? No, not necessarily to prevent the disaster, but simply to prevent those evil gods from succeeding. To do this, they can lower their profile a little and use the authorities... Lumian muttered silently and agreed solemnly. ………… Rooftop of Apartment 17, Dole Street, Market District. Jenna, disguised to hide her charm, meets Imre and Valentine. She glanced at the green trees lining the street below and said to the two Purifiers:
"There is important information." Valentine's expression darkened: "What information?" He was originally still worried about the "assassin" asking about the main ingredients of the "witch's" potion, but now he has entered into working mode. Janna said truthfully: "I received news that some people who were suspected of believing in evil gods went to a place called 'Inn'." She did not mention the abnormal silence of the evil god's followers. With the help of "007", this has become a consensus among Trier's official extraordinary people, and the information that Janna was asked to pay attention to contains clues in this regard. "Inn..." Imre, who has some Southern Continent blood, frowned slightly. Such a reaction...Janna was quick to notice and asked a question: "Do you know what 'hostel' stands for?" Imre and Valentine looked at each other, both showing quite embarrassed expressions. They didn't really want Celia Bello to know about this, but if they didn't tell her at all, it would be difficult for her to help them collect clues. After all, they had to know something to know what information they needed to pay attention to. After a moment, Imre organized his words and said: "Our colleague once heard the term 'hostel' from a strange creature." PS: Last day to ask for monthly tickets~ (End of this chapter)