The panic and crying look on Jacqueline's face froze quickly and visibly, and she coldly stroked the hair on her forehead, combing it behind her ears, and her attitude was arrogant and indifferent, like a crown empress, staring at Li Ang's gaze with interest,

"Who am I? I'm Jacqueline, Jacqueline Harris, a good girl from a wealthy family, the prom queen of St. Bridge's school, and the heir to the future tens of billions of family fortunes. ”

She curled her hair behind her ears and said contemptuously, "Is there a problem?" Poor worm in a cheap hoodie? ”

The corners of Leon's mouth curled slightly, he let go of the hand holding Jacqueline's neck, and said with a smile: "Let me guess, at the abandoned textile factory on the island of Paris, the fifth pair of human footprints caused by wooden slippers are yours?" ”

"Ridiculous," Jacqueline sneered and looked at Leon, "I was wearing laceless sneakers that day, and I was holding a funeral ceremony with Abigail, how did I become wooden slippers." And there were only four people who participated in the ceremony, where did the fifth person come from. ”

"Then I'll ask another question," said Leon kindly, "the owner of the wooden slipper footprints is an old, fat, and dying black woman of Cape Town." ”

Abigail's pupils shrank suddenly, ignoring the frozen atmosphere at the moment, and exclaimed, "It's the ..... who sold me the German books in the antique shop."

"That's right." Leon snapped his fingers, looked at Jacqueline's still cold expression and said: "When Jacqueline and Abigail held the so-called 'soul ceremony', the old black lady who sold the books hid behind the loom in the corner, stepping on traditional African wooden slippers, and watching the boys and girls with greedy and eager eyes. ”

"I don't know what you're talking about, what you're saying sounds like the mad hatter's gibberish." Jacqueline said with a blank face.

"You listen to me and explain," Leon smiled and pointed at Abigail, "The story begins at the beginning, the moment Abigail stepped into the antique shop, she fell into a trap, a trap woven of outright lies. ”

Everyone's eyes were focused on Leon, who strolled leisurely through the living room, raised three fingers and said:

"Question 1: Are the German texts true or false?"

"Question 2: What is the identity of the old black lady?"

"Question 3: The purpose of all this?"

No one squeaked, and only Leon's monologue remained in the hall, "Miss Abigail, can you hand me the German book on the desk?" ”

The girl full of suspicion and surprise and fear did so.

"Thank you very much." Leon nodded, and casually flipped through the tome, "The first question, as Mr. Constantine said, is that this book was indeed written in 1805, and its author is indeed a hermit of the Golden Dawn Witchcraft Society. ”

"Yet...," he spread the book in half, his hand forced, and the tome was rudely torn apart, "The magic circle spell inside does work, but it is not intended to summon spirits through rituals and communicate with the dead.

To be precise, the only function of the ritual is to leave the body for a very short period of time, a time limit that is so short that the performer is not even aware of it. ”

"How is that possible," Abigail cried, "we do feel the wind and the whispers of the abandoned factory. ”

"It was a false illusion that someone had concocted," Leon explained, "Ever since you took the tome, the old black lady has been keeping a close eye on you, following you all the way back to the United States, back to Gotham, watching you prepare for the ritual in the shadows, and even using magic to create illusions that resemble a ghostly at the ceremony." ”

Abigail was dumbfounded, while Jacqueline remained indifferent, and Konstantin smoked silently with his head down, rubbing his toes against the floor, kicking back and forth the pile of soot on the ground.

"But if the ritual is fake, then why did the old black lady go to such great lengths?" Abigail was not stupid either, and then asked, "Is it just to see us make a fool of ourselves?" ”

"No, she does want you to have a ceremony, what she wants is the moment of your soul leaving the body," Leon spread his hands and said, "Now to answer the second question, this old black lady is indeed the owner of the antique shop in Cape Town, South Africa, born in 1938, with a long and awkward name, and has a large number of sons, grandchildren, nephews, and nephews.

But at the same time, she was also a hermit of the Golden Dawn Witchcraft Society, and the author of this early nineteenth-century German text,"

The time is not right! How could an African woman, born in 1938, be the author of an 1805 book? It's been a century!

Li Ang saw everyone's doubts, and said with a smile: "Now to answer the third question, the reason why the old black lady concocted all this is to prolong her life.

She was old, old, and on the verge of death, and this body had reached its limits, and ordinary people might resign themselves to it, but she didn't need to. ”

Leon stretched out his hand to Abigail and said, "What she needs is you." ”

The girl was shocked and cried out, "What?! ”

"Don't get me wrong, she wants your young and beautiful body." Leon picks words with the precision of medical surgical forceps to avoid further misunderstandings, "She is waiting, like a fisherman with a fishing rod, waiting for the bait to be gnawed." ”

He kicked the paper pages that were scattered on the ground, "This book is bait, and the soul of anyone who performs a ritual according to the notes in the book will leave the body for a very short time.

The old black lady who had reached her old age could take advantage of the situation and take over Abigail's body to gain a new life. ”

Abigail covered her lips and exclaimed in disbelief, "Then why not me, but Jacqueline?!" Why didn't she get her hands dirty at the first ceremony? ”

Leon smiled, the surface of her sunglasses reflecting the brilliance of the chandelier, "Although she is a magician, her decaying body does not give her much room to operate, and it is impossible for her to swagger up to the four teenagers and perform the trick of encroaching on the bodies of others in front of everyone."

Her target was you, and she wanted to wait until you were alone to perform the ritual according to the rest of the book, but she found a better target, Jacqueline, who was younger and more beautiful, had a more luxurious background, and had a deeper desire for the ritual of the soul.

She saw Jacqueline's deep love for her younger brother, so she chose to wait for the right moment, and sure enough, Jacqueline stole the book as she thought and performed the ceremony alone.

Taking advantage of this time, she followed all the way to cast a spell and inject her soul into Jacqueline's body, successfully completing the replacement. ”

Leon stepped forward, opened the doors of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and dragged out the corpse of a black woman covered in mud from deep underground in the bushes of the backyard.

He did not shy away the dust from the face of the maggot corpse, so that Abigail could clearly distinguish it,

When her soul left the body, the body began to decay irrepressibly, and in order not to be discovered by others, she buried herself in the earth even before Jacqueline's ceremony.

When the day is found, what evidence can the police find out from the completely decomposed bones? Even if it is found out, how can there be physical information about the old South African lady in the US police database?

Even I can't help but marvel at her profound magical prowess, her bold and precise plan of action. ”

Slap, smack, smack,

The applause rang out, and it was Jacqueline, who had an approving smile on her face and said sweetly, "It's a perfect reasoning, but you haven't explained the last question yet....."

"Why do you mean that an African woman born in 1938 would be the author of an 1805 book?"

Leon smiled and patted the dust on his hands, and said: "Because this kind of ritual has been performed countless times, since the nineteenth century, the author of the book has been changing his body in this way and continuing his life.

The so-called black old lady is probably also one of the victims of this trap, am I right? A magician of the Golden Dawn Association who has lived for more than 200 years and changed his body countless times? ”