Chapter 454: The Trick of Fate (First update, please give me the guaranteed monthly ticket) Goddess's blessing... Is this believing in the night, or some evil god... Judging from the actual performance, it should be the evil god... Lumian listened to Anis's answer and made a preliminary judgment in his mind. At the same time, he sighed silently: "No wonder people who believe in evil gods like to develop their parents, spouses, and children into fellow believers. Otherwise, no matter how careful they are, many details cannot be hidden from family members who are familiar with each other and spend time together day and night..." Anthony Reid 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 announcement and the actual situation is unknown. Annes replied in a vague tone: "He had a heart attack in the middle of the night and died before he could be taken to the hospital." Anthony Reid asked calmly: "Where is his body?" "It was purified, burned into ashes, and sent to the family cemetery in the Erato area." What Anis said was all publicly displayed information. Lumian turned his head and looked at Anthony Reid:
"Ask about the fate of the Beyonder Characteristics." He felt that Philip must be an extraordinary person. After all, he was able to grow into a general step by step in the army, and he came from an aristocratic family. The probability that he was not an extraordinary person was very small. When the "psychologist" finished asking questions, Anis said in confusion: "What are Extraordinary Characteristics?" Anthony Reid analyzed the character's psychology and knowledge and changed the way he asked the question: "Where did the things that came out of Philip's body go? Or, were there any special items on or around him? Where did they go?" Annes recalled: "While waiting for the servant to arrive and carry him downstairs to the carriage, he told me with difficulty that if he died, I shouldn't be surprised if there were any strange changes in my body, and I should put away the things that appeared and leave them to the children. "Later, at the funeral, it was a mess and I was so sad, the thing disappeared and I could never find it again..." Can’t find it... Lumian had previously suspected that General Philip had faked his death, and now he is more inclined to this guess. He even felt that the other party's extraordinary characteristics had not been truly analyzed. The phenomena that Anis saw and the items she put away were illusions created by the corresponding abilities or rituals, and they would naturally disappear later. Anthony Reid, who had discussed this matter with Lumian several times, obviously had similar thoughts. He asked in a calm voice without causing any irritation: "What does that thing look like?" Anis's mind body spoke the answer with a voice: "That was his fist. It had no skin. The joints were like black metal, very sharp. It easily cut through the back of the chair..." The extraordinary characteristics are combined with a certain part of the body and become the main material of the potion...Lumian has rich experience in this. Anthony Reid asked for a while and confirmed that Annise didn't know much, and she didn't even know which path General Philip's original sequence was. Seeing this, Lumian walked around the master bedroom and his eyes fell on a photo frame placed on the surface of the desk. There was a photo of Philip's family, which did not use the color photography technology that has become available in recent years. In the family photo, General Philip was wearing a high-ranking officer's uniform with many medals. He was not very tall, and judging from the surrounding references, he was probably about meters tall. He had thick, slightly curly hair, small eyes, but with a sharp look like an eagle staring at its prey. The beard around his mouth was neatly trimmed, the tip even coated with paraffin. His nose was quite distinctive, as if it had been broken and not healed well, so that there was a bulge in the middle.
Lumian looked carefully, taking note of Philip's specific features and physical characteristics. If this person really faked his death in order to escape his original fate, then according to Ms. Justice, this should only involve the loss of the old fate and the gain of a new one, and would not change his appearance. In other words, the person now should be a stranger who looks exactly like General Philip. If he meets him again in the future, Lumian hopes to recognize him at a glance. "Let's go." Anthony Reid finished "mind reading" and said to Lumian with a little disappointment. Lumian did not show any frustration and nodded slightly. "Go to that charity." The charity organization called "Dream Seekers" aims to provide certain assistance to outstanding young people who come to Trier to pursue their dreams but are temporarily in trouble. To this end, they even hire such young people as their staff and provide them with free apartments. The apartments are located in a building rented by the Dream Seekers charity. The lower two floors are workplaces, and the upper two floors are staff dormitories. Osa, who actually controls the charity organization, also lives there and said that he is really helping dream seekers instead of taking the opportunity to make money. After leaving Livo Street, Lumian and others rushed to District 2, which is the art district and financial district. District 2 was very close to District 3 where they were currently located, and soon they arrived not far from Saint Varro Street. The Dream Seekers charity is located in Building 11 there. Just after getting off the carriage and before approaching the street where the target was, Lumian and Anthony Reid saw red flames rising in the dark night. The fiercely burning flames turned a building into a huge torch in the dark night. Lumian's eyes narrowed, and he had a bad guess. After exchanging a glance with Anthony Reid, he ran madly towards Saint Varro Street. Bang, bang, bang. The two men crossed an alley with barricades and saw that the house that had turned into a flaming hell was Building No. 11, the office and staff dormitory of the "Dream Seekers" charity organization! The flames made crackling sounds and leaped into the air, completely blocking the four-story building and burning it to a char. No one called for help at the windows, and no one tried to jump down. It was so quiet inside that it seemed as if everyone had already died. Residents living on this street woke up and some fled in a hurry, some wanted to help the firefighters, and some watched the excitement from a distance. "We are late..." Anthony Reid sighed as he looked at the burning building. Lumian stared for a moment, then shook his head slowly. "Do not. "Maybe it's just fate that doesn't want us to have any harvest. Even if we come earlier, we will see similar things." When investigating something that so many people blessed by the evil god have gathered together to plan, there will inevitably be all kinds of interference. Some are direct, some are indirect, some seem normal, some are quite strange, and some seem to be beyond the favor of fate. Lumien paused and said: "This at least shows that we are on the right track." Anthony Reid was silent for a few seconds and said: "This indirectly proves that General Philip is related to the belief in evil gods. What happened to me and my comrades may have been caused by this..." As he spoke, his voice gradually became lower. A few dozen meters away from the burning building, Lumian's face was reflected in the firelight. He looked forward and asked calmly:
"Do you want to investigate further? "This matter is becoming more and more dangerous, many times more dangerous than the attack you encountered with gunfire everywhere. "You are still afraid of what happened that night, and the sudden gunshots. Do you really have the courage and determination to track down the case?" Anthony Reid fell silent for a moment. This middle-aged man who had experienced many hardships did not make a sound for a long time. Before his eyes were houses engulfed in red flames, firefighters in red and blue uniforms and masks, and the chaotic and noisy citizens. After an unknown amount of time, the "psychologist" whose hairline had receded and whose face had become a little fatter said in a low voice: “Perhaps, I have already died in that attack, and the only one alive now is an evil spirit that is pursuing the truth and seeking revenge. "I can be destroyed, but I can't give up. That's what I thought after you told me last time that there are still clues and hope." Lumian laughed, turned his head, looked at Anthony and said: "Welcome to the hell of revenge." ………… After returning to the market area, Lumian immediately wrote a letter to inform Ms. "Magician" of the course of action and the final result of the night. He felt that the current situation was beyond the scope of what they could handle. No matter what clues they obtained, they would eventually be cut off, as if it was fate. This caused Lumian to be a little hesitant to investigate further, fearing that his and others' actions would destroy the little hope they had. Soon, the doll messenger arrived with a neatly folded sheet of paper: “The interweaving of all destinies is playing out a drama. “If you have any clues later, tell me the important ones first, and investigate the unimportant ones by yourself. You have Thermopylae sealed in your body, a heavy stone that can stir up ripples in the river of fate. You won’t be affected so easily, but others can’t. "In addition, we will make other attempts." Other attempts...Lumian felt that the Tarot Club must have done a lot of things in secret, but like himself and others, they were ultimately unable to track them down. Given the strength of the Tarot Club, he suspected that this matter might even involve direct interference from angels or even evil gods. After burning the letter in his hand, Lumian lay down on the bed, and as he fell asleep, he thought about which direction he could go to investigate: "As for 'Hostel', the groups that are most likely to have problems are painters, novelists, and people who love reading..." As his thoughts raced, Lumian thought of someone: Gabriel, a playwright who once lived at the Golden Cockerel Inn. He moved to Saint-Michel Street in the 2nd district, where a large number of painters and writers lived. It was a very suitable place for artistic communication and creation. "Mr. K and the official organization have only excluded painters and writers with a certain degree of fame. There are too many people who only paint and write as a hobby and do not make a living from it. It is impossible to investigate them one by one in a short period of time... Many of the outstanding young people who came to Trier to pursue their dreams are artists... The 'Dream Seekers' charity organization even burned its archived files..." Lumian made a quick decision and planned to visit Gabriel at dawn to ask him if he had ever met any unknown writers or painters with strange behavior, or if he had ever heard any strange remarks from these groups. PS: I will update more if I get the first monthly ticket, please guarantee the minimum monthly ticket~ (End of this chapter)