The atmosphere in the restaurant was unusually heavy.

It was a long Gothic table that stretched across the dining room, a long table made of heavy metal that emitted a dull light, and the table runner was a dark blue so dark that it was almost impossible to see the color, and above the table was a vase of the same color and pure white flowers.

The napkins and cutlery in front of each person were pure white, and there was no warm color to be seen on the table except for the flame on the candlestick placed between the two vases.

The people sitting at the table were almost all dressed in dark suits, wearing ties with the same color bias, the neckline was very neatly arranged, and even the tie knots were tied in the same way, which did not look like a wedding banquet, but as if they were coming to a funeral.

It was not difficult to see that some of them were not used to the suit at all, but they still managed to put themselves in a black sleeve and adapt themselves to the gray and heavy shell.

It was because the vast majority of people were like this that the few remaining stood out, and when Mrs. Nehlet entered the dining room, she noticed almost immediately the out-of-place figures.

Schiller is refolding the napkin, the whole person is not moving much, but very serious, Bei Bat is smiling and greeting another businessman, Natasha is just sitting quietly, but it is very noticeable, and Batman is looking at the silver cutlery in his hand.

And what stands out most about them is that they don't have the temperament of being honestly afraid that they have done something wrong, but they are very calm, and they don't even feel like they are outliers.

Mrs. Nehlet clenched her handkerchief slightly, but she swaggered into the dining room with her head held high, smiling slightly stiffly at all the guests.

Schiller looked up at the lady who walked in, an aristocratic lady who looked to be in her early 30s, but who was tired and decadent, like she was in her fifties or sixties.

She was wearing a well-fitting black dress, with a high neck and long sleeves, the collar flower turned out from the front was attached to the tip of the chin, and the cuffs covered half of the back of her hand, only the cinch curve of the waist could show her graceful figure, but it was also covered by the shawl carried in the crook of her arm.

She wore a small top hat with a half-veiled veil, and her eyes were slightly cloudy under the black mesh, and although the dark circles and red blood greatly obscured her beauty, it could still be seen from the bones of her face and the distribution of her facial features that she was quite a beautiful lady.

Schiller sighed softly, but it was a pity that this lady's stiff and even rigid behavior had lost most of her beauty, but it did not support the inner spirit of her external personality, and she lived like a walking corpse.

In Schiller's opinion, the other people in the living room are all pretending with their appearance, because their status is not as good as that of the members of the Nehlet family, and most of them came here to ask for them, so they hope to make the Nehlet family's favorite appearance through the information they got in advance to make themselves a little confident.

But this lady is not like this, she is by no means a person who really has the courage to support the family, but she must also dress in this direction, which is also where her confidence lies.

If there is a difference between a truly confident and a strong attire, you only need to look at the image of Natasha and Madame Nehlet at this time.

Judging from the way she dressed, it was Madame Nehlet who was more worthy of the title of Black Widow, after all, she was black from head to toe, with a gloomy complexion and a gloomy temperament, like a resentful new widow.

But Natasha was as beautiful as an unsheathed sword, and her bright face was set off by her red hair, which looked like a newly blooming rose in a burned garden.

Of course, Mrs. Nehlet noticed this, and there were many women among the guests, many of whom were beautiful, but none of them were as conspicuous as Natasha, and the root cause was that Natasha's sharp and aggressive temperament made her beauty the best weapon.

Natasha turned her head to look at Madame Nehlet, her eyes widened for a moment, and then nodded to her in a friendly manner, and Madame Nehlet's hand grasping the handkerchief tightened, almost bursting into the veins.

She smiled stiffly again, sat down on the throne with the help of the servant, pursed her lips and was silent for a while, and then raised her glass with her hand and toasted to everyone.

"Thank you very much for coming, and the Nehlet family would like to express their sincere gratitude to all of you for being able to enjoy it."

With that, she tilted her head and took a sip of red wine, while Schiller's gaze fell on her slightly trembling wrist muscles.

It seemed like a very ordinary physiological cramp, but it added a sickly gloom to a dry, pale hand.

Schiller slowly lowered his glass, and withdrew his gaze before Lady Nehlet noticed his gaze, and Lady Nehlet continued, "To tell you the truth, the Nehlet family is indeed in some trouble, and the butler should have been informed of some of the details before you come here. ”

"Because of the urgency of the situation, I don't make many polite things, in the eyes of all the capable masters, why did my eldest son Owen suddenly fall ill? Why did the little girl go crazy? ”

Madame Nehlet could not hide her anxious and sad look, which, in the eyes of a group of professional swindlers, was characteristic of a sheep to be slaughtered, and at once someone shouted: "Sorry, ma'am, no offense, but from my experience, it may be a ghost......"

"Nonsense, this is probably a very old curse, which comes from the blood of the Nehlet family, and can be traced back to 'Nehlet who can fight well'."

"Yes, that's right, it's an Indian curse, and I see the Indian spirits roaring in Miss Guifu!"

"You liars! What does it have to do with curses and ghosts? Obviously, there is a problem with the magnetic field of Nehlet Manor, and the magnetic field here can affect people's spirits and cause brain wave disorders, and we must believe in science! ”

"Scientific! Didn't you see how much strength Miss Nehlet had just exploded? Is that what a five- or six-year-old girl should have? She's definitely demon-possessed! ”

"I think so, and her situation is very dangerous, the ghost is very likely to manipulate her to hurt people in the house, ma'am, you'd better take care of her quickly, and then perform an exorcism ritual!"

Everyone, some people are for and some are against, but in the end, ghosts and curses account for the vast majority.

Many people, in order to show their positivity, began to spit on their own ideas, focusing more on refuting the theories of their opponents, without noticing that the expression on Mrs. Nehlet's face became more and more discouraged.

As he spoke, a figure rushed into the dining room under the obstruction of several servants, and Schiller, who was eating, stabbed his knife and looked up at the figure who had broken in, it was a middle-aged man in a camel-colored checked suit, with a face somewhat similar to that of Madame Nehlet, and a slightly comical mustache.

"Get out of this bunch of damn liars, get rid of them all, they're all a bunch of deceitful, filthy, nasty, stupid and brainless bad seeds......"

The middle-aged man spat and shouted, and Mrs. Nehlet's face immediately changed dramatically and she stood up, and shouted at the servant and pointed at the middle-aged man: "Take him away, take him away quickly!" ”

"Mr. Pløch, Mr. Ploch! Hurry up and get out of here, get out of here with us, it's an important banquet for Madame, you can't ......."

The diminutive middle-aged man broke free from the manservant's suppression and shouted at Mrs. Nehlet: "Sister, you know it's not a ghost, you know it's not a ghost!" ”

Mr. Prossi was still taken away, and Mrs. Nehlet looked at his back as she was taken away, her face was inexplicable, and after a while she turned her head back, looked down at the utensils, and said, "He is my mad brother, who has been living here since the fall of my mother's house, and he has a very serious mental problem, and he will mess around every once in a while, and he is really getting mader and mader, and you don't mind." ”

An old man with gray hair who looked like a priest stood up and said, "Madam, there is really something wrong with the situation of your children, although it is a little hasty and presumptuous, but it is better for us to prepare a simple exorcism ritual first. ”

"Hello sir, may I ask what you ......?"

"I am from the church in the Trapp district, and now I am the bishop of a village papal see, and if you can trust me, I will go and prepare holy water and crosses now."

As soon as Mrs. Nehlet was about to speak, the old man drew a cross on her chest and said, "Please don't mind, ma'am, I am raising money for the orphanage in the district, there are many children in the orphanage who are mistaken by their parents for demonic possession, I have a lot of experience with this, please let me try." ”

Mrs. Nehlet immediately wiped the corners of her eyes with the handkerchief in her hand and said: "Thank God, it must have been God who sent you to my side, and if my children are rescued, my husband and I will personally go to your Holy See in the second half of the year to express our gratitude." ”

Other people, you look at me, I look at you, and they don't dare to refute and seize the opportunity, but this old man is a certified priest, even if he is unwilling, he does not dare to cross him to steal the limelight.

Besides, everyone is also a little drumming about the so-called demon possession, that young lady's performance in the garden is really a little too scary, it's okay if there is no demon, if there is a demon, wouldn't it have to tear herself to pieces? So it's good to let someone else explore the way.

In this way, the guests and hosts of the next banquet were happy, and Mrs. Nehlet's eyes fell on the two Batmen and Schiller several times, but she did not speak, and these strangely dressed eccentrics were extremely silent at this time, as if they were not interested in the possession of evil spirits at all.

It was past 12 noon near the end of the banquet, and the famous Mr. Nehlet returned to the manor with another tall man.

As soon as he entered the dining room, he attracted everyone's attention, and no one looked at Mrs. Nehlet, who was sitting in the main seat, but came forward to greet Mr. Nehlet.

Mr. Nehlet was a little short and relatively thin, and wore a pair of round-rimmed glasses, which made him look like an amiable businessman.

But he is also wearing a black jacket, pants, hat, and bow tie are all matte black, only the inner sweater is white, or pure white without any patterns, and the whole person is perfectly integrated with the heavy and solemn atmosphere in the restaurant.

But he was not the most exaggerated, the man behind him who was called Mr. Hancock was the real walking black sculpture, he was black from head to toe, whether it was a shirt, a coat, or a boot, all wrapped tightly, a very serious face under the brim of his hat, and a gloomy gaze like a scanning light, constantly roaming back and forth on everyone.

Finally, Hancock still saw Schiller's group sitting at the table and did not hurry to get up, Schiller looked at him, his eyebrows were tightly knit together, the deep lines of his eyebrows overlapped into the vertical and horizontal ravines, and his eyes were full of contempt and dissatisfaction.

And the moment Natasha got up from the chair and turned around, Hancock's eyes were glazed, but he didn't move away for the first time, and the corners of Natasha's mouth immediately raised a smile.