Chapter 41: The Apostles of Carcosa The incident happened so suddenly that Liu Yonglu quickly looked at Marquette and saw the confusion in each other's eyes. However, Chapman, the boss of the Red Workshop, was unexpectedly calm. He first waved to the stage workers, and the curtain above his head quickly dropped, separating the stage from the ordinary audience below. Then he nodded to a guest sitting in the corner of the VIP area. The man sat there fiddling with his pocket watch the whole time. He was wearing a strange khaki robe with seven or eight pockets sewn on it like a factory uniform. Each pocket was bulging, as if it was filled with something. Seeing Chapman's signal, the man in the yellow robe stood up, squeezed through the crowd, and prepared to go on stage to save the situation. Since Chapman dared to invite Dora to perform in the Red Workshop, he must have made corresponding preparations. Dora requires that no reflective objects such as mirrors should appear in any occasions where she appears, which in itself is a condition full of uncertainty. Chapman is definitely not a naive person, as he was able to run the Red Workshop to its current scale. He prepared for the worst. If something unexpected happens during the performance, the curtain will fall, which will prevent the spread of panic. Afterwards, it can be announced to the public that Dora just had a minor health problem, so that the performances in the next few days can continue. At the same time, he also invited a priest of the Wisdom God Church to watch the performance. Chapman didn't know how much exaggeration there was in the rumors about Dora. But if there was a special incident that was difficult for ordinary people to solve, there would be a solution.
At this moment, on the stage, a young man in a dark green plaid suit stood in front of Dora. He looked pale and haggard, and held a bunch of gold-rimmed tulips in his hands. The floor between the young man and Dora was littered with broken glass. It turned out that this guy had hidden a small mirror in the bouquet in advance, and took the opportunity of presenting flowers to stimulate Dora. Chapman had some impression of the young man, Lalder Konsa, the only son of a large factory owner in the city and also a loyal fan of the Sisters of the Lake. But why would he do this... At this time, the young man named Larde did not flee the stage. Instead, he took two steps forward, apparently preparing to continue approaching Dora who was lying on the ground. "Hey, kid, I don't care who you are, just stay still and don't get yourself into trouble." The doorman in the theater was closest to the scene of the incident. At this time, the two of them twisted Larde's arms together and tried to subdue him. But even this pale young man who looked weak and frail could still take a step under the pressure of two strong men. Seeing this, one of the gatekeepers exchanged glances with his companions, and then used his arm to strangle Lard's neck from behind, while the other man walked around Lard and prepared to kick him. But neither of them expected Larde to be so crazy. He just lowered his head and opened his mouth to bite. "Ahhh!" Blood splattered everywhere, and the girls who were standing nearby watching the fun screamed and ran backstage. This scene really frightened the two gatekeepers. They didn't dare to fight with the madman and could only stand in front of Dora. "Brother Ricky, there's something wrong with this kid." Marquette squinted his eyes and stared at everything happening on the stage, nudging Liu Yonglu next to him with his elbow. "Yes, very much. I finally came out to relax, but I was caught up with all these things." Liu Yonglu thought of the crazy believers in the church that day. Their insane and crazy appearance was not much different from this young man. "Old Chapman, hey, you're lucky today. Mr. Rich and I will help you deal with it later." Marquette sneered and turned his head to look at the solemn-looking theater owner. If he had come to see the show himself, he would definitely not have taken the initiative to do this, and he was not good at it. But today he brought Liu Yonglu with him, one of the most powerful men in the department. With him, it would be easy to capture the person, and he could also get a favor for free. Chapman knew Marquette's identity. From what he said, could it be that Mr. Richie was also from the Special Incident Investigation Department?
It could be Marquette's leader... or even someone higher up in the department. Thinking of this, he looked at Liu Yonglu ingratiatingly. Liu Yonglu was still the same, lighting a cigarette and waving his hands without saying a word, pretending to be a master. While the two were talking, the priest of the Church of Wisdom also came on stage. While Lalde was arguing with the gatekeeper, he pulled out a round brass compass from his pocket and placed it on the ground. This compass has a unique shape. The chassis is simple and looks quite old, but an ugly steam mechanical structure component is inserted in the upper part. The component has four curved pipes in the shape of a swastika and is fixed to the four corners of the chassis by rivets. The priest first filled a pinch of black primer into the component, then turned the spring on it, and clouds of steam and smoke gushed out of the four pipes. "An ancient relic... No, it's a replica." Marquette muttered something in a low voice. He had seen this compass-shaped object in the department's archives. This ancient relic is called the Ibonne Mist Wheel. It can release deceptive blue mist by adding a few simple materials. However, the mist wheel in front of him has added a lot of mechanical structures, and even the material and the mist released are very different from the description in the archives. Could it be that... the Wisdom God Cult has mastered some forbidden knowledge of gods and can imitate ancient relics of this level! ? Marquette frowned, and he was going to compile a report on what he saw today and report it to the headquarters. On the stage, steam quickly enveloped Dora, the doorman and the strange-looking Lalder. The priest walked into the steam and soon pulled Lalder out. At this time, there was sticky blood on Larde's mouth, and he didn't know whether it was his own or the gatekeeper's. At the same time, his muscles were spasming and shaking unnaturally. "Mr. Chapman, arrange for someone to protect Miss Dora. The two janitors were only injured, nothing serious." The priest threw Lalde to the ground, and at the same time crossed his left and right hands downward, making a shape like the minute and hour hands of a clock crossing. Marquette knew that this was a unique ritual of the Church of Wisdom. "Thank you, Father Fonte, for the Supreme God of mechanical wisdom and steam miracles who knows everything." Old Chapman hurriedly thanked him. "But I still need to borrow your backstage. I'll lock this guy up there first, and the church will send a car to take him away later." "No problem, Father. I... have another request. Could you use this time to ask Larde why he did this today? Uh, and whether he has other accomplices. After all, Miss Dora will be performing on stage in a few days, and we can't keep living in fear like this." Father Fonte smiled contemptuously: "Okay, but I don't think he can ask anything in his current state." At this moment, Lalder, who was tied behind him, suddenly screamed at the top of his lungs: "My voice is dead... the song of my soul is like a tear that has not been shed. No singing! No singing! Only to wither and die... in lost Carcosa." Happy weekend everyone. I’m posting three chapters today, mainly because I just happened to be in time. It would be a bit awkward to post two chapters, but in the future unless there are special circumstances, I’ll probably post two chapters. Don’t always think about my saved drafts. The question that everyone has been thinking about has finally been answered. Liu Yonglu has the ability to protect himself. In fact, I have been laying the groundwork for this in the previous chapters. You don’t have to worry, this book is not a book about combat power. The so-called means are just an auxiliary. The core is still the legendary investigator Liu Yonglu’s ability to solve (xiang) cases (sheng). Finally, please help me read the article next Tuesday. Thank you. (End of this chapter)