Back at the residence, as soon as he entered the door, Jiang Chenchuan checked the environment and found that there was no trace of intrusion, so he put his mind at ease, and moved the plants on the desk to the balcony without basking in the sun for several days.

Lok Lun won't come over for a few days, he wants to go back to the family to deal with some things, so he made an appointment with Jiang Chenchuan to meet at the Duanting Mansion on the day of the auction, saying that the invitation was delivered by letter.

The tense nerves relaxed a little, he walked into the bathroom with a glass of water, took some water, rinsed some of the bitterness in his mouth, and seemed to be a little different from himself in the mirror, rubbing his hair, his eyes were still as calm as ever.

Slowly raised his hand, palm up, trying to mobilize the power in his body, there was a pale yellow light lit up, and quickly extinguished, I could feel the surge of power, I wanted to control it, but those powers were like sand in my hands, the tighter I held it, the faster it drained.

It was the inspiration he had taken from Rena, and her ring seemed to be the function of condensing power, and depending on the person, the condensed spirit was different.

Jiang Chenchuan originally wanted to try, if he didn't use the relics, he could also create a villain who could move, but now it seems that mastering the power of awakening is not as smooth as he imagined.

"Take your time."

Suddenly, a voice sounded in his ears, Jiang Chenchuan raised his head, and from the reflection of the mirror, he saw the man leaning lazily against the door.

"You're not like them."

The man seemed to be able to see through Jiang Chenchuan's thoughts, so he spoke, but Jiang Chenchuan ignored his existence and picked up the water glass and passed through his body.

"It's useless for you to ignore me, the truth is, those eyes will always look at you, of course, you can also look back, looking at it sleeplessly, whether it has come out to create pollution."

"If you say that, it proves that it can't do anything right now."

Jiang Chenchuan came to the balcony and watered Ewell's baby meat, the man looked around, followed his steps and walked out, looking at the mechanical scale on the table with an interested expression, he raised his hand, but his hand went straight through.

His eyes slowly changed from excitement to loss.

"Leave the answer to time, Captain Jiang, I know what you want to do, don't forget, only omniscient and omnipotent I can help you, if...... If you need help. ”

"No, I don't."

Jiang Chenchuan didn't think about it, and refused seriously and vigilantly.

"Don't be like this, we have a saying there that there are no absolutes in the world."

The man smiled at Jiang Chenchuan, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes, and under his pupils calmly, there was endless darkness surging.

His figure vanished, and at the same time there was a sharp knock on the door.

"Knock knock!"

Who will come at this time?

Jiang Chenchuan put down the cup, opened the door, and the old face poked out of the shadows, it was the anxious face of the landlord, he held up a letter and said:

"Something's wrong, Detective Ewell, you can help her!"

"Don't worry, Mr. Byrne, tell me something slowly."

Jiang Chenchuan hurriedly comforted Mr. Fang Dong's mood first.

"Black eyes, summer realm, that summer realm ......"

It's not clear either, the landlord stuffed the letter directly to Jiang Chenchuan, and just kept babbling in his mouth:

"I'll just say why I haven't seen Miss Chudong for a few days, obviously she didn't go out much before, and she won't spend the night outside, now, it turns out that something happened, and I don't know if she has any family here......"

When the letter is taken apart, it simply reads:

Mr. Bourne, please help me to deliver this letter to Mr. Ewell, only he can help me, please come to this address, Duanting Mansion, Erlik District.

Duanting Western-style Pavilion?

When he saw this address, Jiang Chenchuan was slightly stunned for a moment, but then recalled that Chu Dong seemed to have something to say to him all along, like calling him on the stairs that day, and like secretly hiding behind the door to observe himself.

When he first met the intruder, Jiang Chenchuan suspected that he had been in early winter, but after a period of observation, it didn't seem to be her.

"Don't worry, Mr. Bourne, Miss Early Winter will be fine."

"You go look for it in this place."

Probably because he knew the warmth and kindness of the landlord, he chose to let him forward this letter in the early winter.

She sensed distrust.

Jiang Chenchuan muttered.

"What?"

"It's nothing, I'll get ready and I'll leave right away."

Jiang Chenchuan replied kindly.

"Elric District, it's been getting dark for the past day, Mr. Ewell."

Thanks to Mr. Landlord's kind reminder, Jiang Chenchuan was not stupid enough to rush forward as soon as he got the letter, and waited for Mr. Landlord to return to the room, and then came to the door of early winter quietly.

Picking a lock can be regarded as a traditional skill, coupled with the relationship between Duanting Mansion and Loklun, Jiang Chenchuan does not intend to act recklessly.

A lonely woman in a summer land.

In what capacity does it take to survive alone in Pornia?

"Click."

The door lock was loosened, Jiang Chenchuan opened a crack, and quickly flashed in, it was still daytime outside, so the room was quite bright, but in the strange smell of the room in early winter, there was a smell of blood that could not be concealed.

After just a brief glance, Jiang Chenchuan quickly judged that there had been someone dead in the house, maybe ...... And more than one.

The furnishings in the room are very simple, there are almost no unnecessary things, it is not like a girl's single room, there are all kinds of bottles and cans in the drawers, and there are labels on them, but the font on the label he can't understand very well, and it doesn't look like the text of Xia Jing.

"Strange ......"

Writing should be a country's inseparable cultural heritage, even if he now uses Polnia, he still chooses to use Chinese when reading notes.

"Why doesn't she use Xia Jingyu?"

Not only that, all the books that can be seen in the house are only related to Ronalque City, Jiang Chenchuan is also in the closet, and found the cloak and clothes used for night walking, this early winter lady is really not as simple as imagined.

"...... this?"

Jiang Chenchuan found a note at the bottom of the cabinet, squatted down and picked it up, surprisingly, this piece of paper was written in the language of Polnia, and the crooked handwriting could only be barely recognized:

I didn't escape, I hid in a place where I could hear the bell, the cold wind sounded like someone was sobbing in my ear, I couldn't be discovered, if she found out, the city of Ronalk would lose everything, she was a witch, she could send a curse that made life worse than death.

Now, I have only one place to go, and that is the place where steam technology originated, Polnia, I heard, it is the land of God, Great Father, you say, will God save us?