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ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 129

Early in the morning when the sea and sky left the mountain villa.

An Englishman sits alone in one of his studies, a wooden structure made of light Scandinavian wood, and if you look down from the window, you will see a dirty courtyard with blackened bricks.

That morning, the Englishman entered his study, and he did not open the computer, nor did he open the letter, nor did he drink coffee, but he uncharacteristically locked the outside door.

A lit cigarette lay quietly in the ashtray, almost burned out, but he didn't pay attention at all, but stared at the three photos lined up on the desk, these three photos recorded Haitian and Lucy walking out of the villa, but in addition to Lucy's face, one of the fronts of Haitian was not photographed......

After a while, the Englishman jumped up as if he had just woken up from a nightmare, put the pictures into the shredder one by one, and watched them being torn to pieces, as if his heart was very happy.

Then, he picked up the phone on the table, dialed it, and waited for a response......

Twenty minutes later, he canceled all of his recent appointments, got into his Mercedes car, and drove away from his home toward a village in the countryside......

In fact, the British don't like to come to this village, because any trivial matter here can make two people have a feud.

The British know very well that an unreasonable insult, a unilateral breach of a contract, a dispute between the host and the guest, or even an unmarried pregnancy, will always lead to a protracted blood feud.

As the English man's car drove into the village, a large male goat stood in the middle of the narrow lane, with a silver mane and tail hair, a hazel body, and a red beard.

The British man understood that the goat had been hostile to him for a long time, as long as he came, it would be in the way, and the British man had long been eager to take out his pistol and slaughter the damn beast, but helplessly, the owner of the male goat was the patriarch of the village, and if he moved the sheep, he would have a feud with the patriarch of the village, although he didn't care, but then it would be very troublesome for him to come here in the future.

And the relationship between himself and the patriarch of the village is also very delicate now.

Now there were two paths in front of the Englishman, either to sit in the car and wait for the beast to walk away, or to go out and chase it away. But both options were unpleasant to him.

After waiting for a long time, the Englishman finally couldn't stand it anymore, he turned his head and looked behind him for a long time, and after being sure that there was no one around, he slammed the car door and attacked the goat.

The Englishman yelled at the goat like a madman, and it was not until the frightened beast had retreated that the Englishman returned to his car and drove towards the village, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he could not swallow it, for it was a great shame for him.

But he really can't do anything, he knows very well that no one in this village is easy to mess with, there is a church in the village, just because of the ownership of the church key, the two families have been fighting to the death for more than 40 years. And this hatred goes on and on, sometimes an entire generation or even several generations are involved, and they retribution for their grievances endlessly, until both sides let go of their hatred, shake hands and make peace, or they are exhausted in the bloody storm and thus give up the struggle.

Obviously, the British man didn't want to get involved, because there were people he needed to see regularly, and there was also his employer.

After all, when it comes to revenge, not everyone is willing to do it themselves, there will always be people who need someone else to do it for them, after all, there are many people who are powerless, or well-known people who are inconvenient to do it themselves, for them, at this time they often need to hire a killer, and this British man is an expert in this area.

So every time he comes here, he is very careful, because he doesn't want to be affected by these little things.

In an old European village, an old soothsayer sits in a monstrous house, not far from a Catholic church.

Today the old soothsayer has a mysterious visitor who looks like an Englishman.

When the Englishman came into the house, the old soothsayer, as usual, smiled at him with a melancholy look, and then stretched out a hand and touched his face.

The Englishman looked closely at the old soothsayer in front of him, who was wearing a bulky black dress with embroidered patterns on the front, her skin was as pale as flour, and her white hair was combed back and pinned with a metal pin.

But judging by the appearance of the old man, it is impossible to guess her nationality and nationality at all, and the national imprint on a person's body has disappeared with the passage of time, which is really an interesting thing.

This is how the old soothsayer felt to the English man.

However, from the first time I met the old man to the present, through contact and conversation with the old man, coupled with the fact that she lived a mysterious life of Catholicism, British men did not regard her as a mysterious wizard.

The old soothsayer whispered:

"The evil spirit is back, child, I see it in your eyes. Sit down and let me help you. ”

The old soothsayer lit a candle on the small wooden table, and the Englishman sat down at the table.

The old soothsayer placed a porcelain plate filled with water in front of the English man, and a small bowl of the porcelain plate was placed next to it.

Then he whispered, "Three drops of oil, and we'll see if the result is what I imagined." ”

The Englishman dipped his finger in some oil and dripped three drops into the water.

According to the normal laws of physics, these few drops of oil should have condensed into a small drop of oil in the water, but they dispersed into thousands of small droplets, and soon, these small droplets of oil disappeared, and the water in the porcelain plate became as clear as before.

The old soothsayer sighed heavily and made a cross on his chest.

There is no doubt that in the eyes of the old soothsayer, this is evidence of the existence of evil spirits, which have invaded the souls of English men.

She held the English man's hand and prayed, and after a while she began to cry as a sign that the evil eye had shifted to her, and then she closed her eyes as if she were asleep. After a while, she asked the Englishman to pour three more drops of oil into the water. This time, the oil droplet condensed into a small bead of oil, and the evil spirit had been removed.

"Thank you. : The Englishman said, holding the hand of the soothsayer.

The old soothsayer's hand remained in the English man's hand for a moment, and then suddenly twitched violently, as if he had been electrocuted.

The British man was surprised and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"Are you going to stay here or go far away?" The old soothsayer asked softly.

"I'm afraid I'm going to go far away."

"You're going on the Patriarch's mission?"

The Englishman nodded, for he would not lie to the old soothsayer, let alone hide any secrets.

"Do you have the amulet I gave you?"

The Englishman unbuttoned his shirt to reveal the amulet inside, a piece of coral in the shape of a hand, strung with a leather rope and hung around his neck.

The old soothsayer took it in his hand and tapped it, as if to confirm that its mysterious magic power was still there. It seems that she is happy with the results, but still a little worried.

The Englishman asked, "Do you see anything?" ”

"I saw a man."

"What does he look like?"

"You're the same kind of person, just a heretic. You should avoid him, will you do what I say? ”

"You know, I've always listened to you."

The Englishman kissed the old fortune teller on the back of his hand, and then placed a stack of francs in her hand.

"It's too much." The old soothsayer said softly.

"That's what you always say."

"That's because you're always giving too much."

Haitian was driving, and Lucy was already asleep sitting in the passenger seat, as if she was dreaming, and her head was restlessly moving around, as if a fierce struggle was being staged inside.

When she finally broke free from the nightmare and opened her eyes, she looked at him with wide eyes as if she didn't know Haitian at all, looking stunned. After a while, she closed her eyes again and fell into a deep sleep, continuing to struggle with the boundless nightmare.

Not long after, the car drove to the door of a café and stopped, and the two of them went down to eat something, and as soon as they saw the food they ordered, they devoured it, and said a word during the process, like a hungry couple.

After eating, Haitian sent Lucy to the airport, and in front of the terminal, checked the previous plans of the two, and prepared to break up.

"Is there one more thing I want to ask you before you go?" Haitian asked suddenly.

"Are you wondering why I didn't tell the police about the theft of the paintings in the basement?"

"Yes! Yes. ”

Lucy looked at Haitian and said softly: "The reason is very simple, I don't trust them, especially the Swiss police. Otherwise, I wouldn't have seen you, and I wouldn't have taken you to the basement where the paintings are hidden. Are you satisfied with this answer? ”

"I'm satisfied for the time being."

In fact, Lucy's answer had long been expected by him, and he had already figured out the context of what was happening in Europe now, and all that remained was to find out who was behind these things and find out their purpose.

Lucy got out of the car and disappeared into the terminal.

Haitian returned to the car, feeling the smell of perfume left by Lucy in the car, and he didn't go for a long time, just like Haitian had a question lingering in his heart at this time.

Why did those people spend so much money to take the paintings in the basement and leave only the Raphael in the living room, but not take them?