There's no need to guess the ending. “I knocked him to the ground.” Gebrina nodded, “and then he ran out crying.” "I thought I had hit him too hard... I regretted it all night. But he came back immediately the next day, and his mental outlook was completely different." "How did it change?" "I don't know what he saw, but he kept talking about going to pan for gold, getting rich and supporting us." “Is this a good thing?” "But Miss Hitzfeld, you have to know that the entire Bro River Valley has been plundered of all its gold. Now even if you stay on the riverbank for a year, you won't be able to find a single grain of gold." "That's just daydreaming." "This is the scary place!" Gebrina widened his eyes and leaned forward slightly. “…He really struck gold!”
"Ok?" "At first it was just gold dust... then it became the size of rice grains... a type of gold particle with blood veins." "Where did he get it from?" "We asked him, but he wouldn't tell us, and he never will." "Yes." Gebrina's panic reached its peak at this moment. "he died." "It took two weeks to get the gold back. We didn't say anything at first because we were worried that it was ill-gotten gains, but no one came to our door, so we thought he was just lucky." "But two weeks later, the police found him dead on his way back to town from the river beach. His eyes, heart and brain were gone." Chapter 5: A Strange Shadow in the Night "Organs disappeared?" The first thing Hitzfeld thought of was what the other party said about the gold particles having blood streaks. "Did you have the gold appraised?" "No." "I don't know..." "Yes." Gebrina quickly understood the girl's intention and took out a wrapped handkerchief from his inner pocket, "I have some with me now." He opened the handkerchief and carefully shook the contents onto the low table. There was a crisp sound of "crash". Hitzfeld's brows jumped. Although they are related to the case, but... these are undoubtedly gold.
There are a total of 8 gold particles the size of rice grains. This is a very valuable sum of money. The people at the Horn Gold Shop once said that the current exchange rate of gold is about 530 goli/gram, which means that the "cash" Gebrina showed at this time is more than the money in this house. After asking Gebrina's opinion, Hitzfeld picked up a gold particle and examined it carefully. It shone faintly in the firelight. As she turned it over with her fingertips, she could see very fine, very hidden blood veins, which looked much more bizarre than ordinary gold. The value of this thing might be even higher than ordinary gold. "I've heard of a legend. It's called Blood-Patterned Gold." Although he had a lot of gold, Gebrina was still a little worried. "Legend has it that blood-veined gold was dyed red by the blood shed by those gold diggers." "Gold digger?" "You don't know?" Gebrina was a little surprised, then relieved: "Oh, yes... after all, you don't live there, so you may have only heard about some things." "But now I want to tell you - it's true, the rumors about the gold diggers killing each other are true." "According to my father, his great-uncle was in this business... The efficiency of gold diggers working alone is very low. In order to find more gold faster, they will form several different organizations, and then start fighting among themselves after finding gold." "From what he said, this was almost a normal occurrence back then. Sharp screams and gunshots were often heard on the riverbank and outside the town. Those gold diggers who failed in the struggle fell into the water, and their blood spread out. Perhaps some of the gold was contaminated in the process, and this is how the most precious blood-patterned gold was born." "Because it's related to life, it's more expensive, right?" Hitzfeld curled his lips. Even with her long-forgotten knowledge of chemistry, she knew that it was impossible to dye blood gold with blood. This thing is a lie, a pure "selling point". I can only say that people in any world are the same in this regard. "That's right." Gebrina nodded vigorously. "That's why we suspected it was ill-gotten gains at the beginning..." "And the situation now is..." He raised his voice, "No one believes that my brother died because of someone else's revenge." "Because he usually has a bad relationship with other people. When those people heard that he got the gold, they all said that he stole it. I bet that after he died, those people must be gloating over his misfortune, including the police...they have no conscience!!!" "Calm down, Mr. Gebrina. Anger will only harm your health." "Oh... yes, it's nothing... It's mainly because I've been traveling these days and I don't have anyone to talk to. Thank you... I feel much better now..." "Since everyone thinks he died of revenge." Hitzfeld paused here, stared at the man, and saw him nod slightly before continuing: "Then why do you insist that his death is unusual?" If only the organs were dug out, it cannot be said that it was done by evil spirits. Many humans also deliberately leave traces to put the blame on evil spirits when they kill people, but this is not easy, because if it is a nightmare, then the corpse will easily be eaten by monsters, and most curse-type evil spirits will cause some kind of magical changes to the corpse. For example, what is now called petrification, puppetization, golemization...this kind of change cannot be imitated. "because……" When it comes to this topic, Gebrina starts to get very nervous.
His lips were tightly pursed, his fingers were folded together and twisted unconsciously, and his eyes avoided Hitzfeld's gaze and glanced around. The girl noticed that he always looked towards the window and the door, as if he was afraid that something would rush in the next moment he said something. "Because we've been having nightmares lately." He finally made a decision, struggled, and whispered in a very light but clear enough tone. "Me...my parents...and my brothers and sisters, as a family, we all had nightmares about Johnny after he died." "What kind of nightmare is this?" "It was dark..." Gebrina began to describe, "The sky was dark, and there were thick branches growing above and around... It was probably a road, a road from the river beach back to the town." "It's hard for me to describe the feeling to you, but it's basically like we became Johnny in a dream." "So what did you encounter in your dream?" Hitzfeld frowned. Johnny died, leaving a family of eight. All eight of them had this dream? That could indeed be the influence of evil... "A... dark figure." Gebrina tried to wrap his palm around the cup, and his teeth chattered as he spoke. "We all saw it... a dark figure standing nearby, or floating in the sky..." "Floating in the sky?" "Yes... because each of our dreams is slightly different. For example, I saw it in the jungle on the left. My sister Jenny saw it diagonally above, as if it was standing on a tree." "and then?" "And that's it—" Gebrina kept shaking his head, "No more, nothing more... But just this is scary enough... You can't imagine what it feels like. I feel like the last stage of the dream lasted for a year. During that long year, I was watching it, and it was watching me. There was no sound around, only this silent... almost crazy watching that continued..." "We really have no other options..." He covered his face with his hands. "My family, including me, have been in a worse and worse mental state recently. In order to avoid having such dreams again, we have begun to refuse to sleep. If this continues, we will be scared to death unless a real evil spirit appears!" "Well……" Hitzfeld began to frown and think. "Miss Hitzfeld?" "You can find a hotel nearby and wait for a few days." The girl said conservatively, "About three days... After three days, I will tell you whether I plan to go back to Barvik with you." "That's great!"
Gebrina's spirits suddenly lifted and he stood up immediately. "Then I won't bother you any more..." Hitzfeld walked him out through the iron gate. When the other person turned to leave, she suddenly said, "If you come around the pier next time, be careful not to go through that alley." “……!???” Gebrina turned around quickly and stared at her again with that look of having seen a ghost. "You really didn't follow me?" “I always have to show something special to reassure my employer.” The girl smiled slightly, took out a small flat round box and handed it to him. "Take this." "This is……" "It might give you some sleep." Chapter 6 The New Housekeeper After reading a book all night amid fireworks, Hitzfeld yawned loudly at dawn the next day. She was still sleepy and could still hear the increasingly frequent confused whispers. But she felt like she had gotten used to this kind of life. Those whispers were not necessarily bad things. On the bright side, they had reminded her of the name of the Golem God. After washing up, baking and eating the remaining bread and cake, and drinking a large glass of water, Hitzfeld heard the doorbell ring again. Opening the door, Darent raised his hat to her. "Good morning, Miss Assistant. I pressed it carefully this time..." "boom!" The door slammed shut, narrowly missing Darent's protruding nose. There was no response when I knocked on the door. After thinking for a while, he stepped back down the steps, walked along the path to the gate, opened the iron gate, went back outside, and pressed the doorbell again. The gray-haired girl with an eye mask walked out expressionlessly, opened the iron gate, and motioned for him to follow her in. "I think given our relationship, this is totally unnecessary." Darent was very speechless and couldn't help muttering as he walked along the road. "Do we know each other well?" The girl in front responded, "If I remember correctly, we have only known each other for less than a day."
“But some friends can be very familiar even if you only know them for a second!” Darent walked quickly to the girl, helped her open the door, bent down and waved his hand, as if inviting her in. Hitzfeld shook his head. She really didn't know how to deal with this kind of scoundrel. In public, the other party is the partner sent by the Wheel of Fortune...or a guide. If nothing unexpected happens, she still has a lot of things she wants to know, and she has to rely on Darent to answer them for her.