Caitlyn gently brushed her wavy blonde hair, dispelling away the discomfort caused by excessive spiritual exertion.

"Thank you." Ademisol whispered to Ms. Ademisol and continued: "If there is any progress on the case, I hope to be informed in time." ”

Caitlin bowed slightly, and quickly put away some of the bottles and cans on the table, and the rest of the ritual materials were put together by her again.

Ademisore watched curiously as she set up the ritual: "Are there any curses that need to be removed?" ”

Catelyn glanced at him without answering, and after a moment of whispered prayer, she said in Hermes, "Sleep." ”

An irrepressible feeling of drowsiness hit, and Ademisol fell asleep again.

Caitlyn nodded in satisfaction, it is an eternal truth that you can recover quickly by resting more.

Putting away the ritual materials, she sat back in her chair, spread out her book and continued to read quietly.

……

After listening to Ademisore in the hospital, Aldridge quickly made the decision to arrest Mrs. Sharon.

He immediately returned to the Violet Club and instructed Fuhrman, who was on duty underground:

"I'm going to arrest Madame Sharon tonight, I'm going to call François, the three of us are going to act together, besides, the enemy is Sequence 6, we need a seal."

"I'll pick up any seals I need to bring." Fuhrman asked solemnly

“3-0163。”

Fuhrman nodded knowingly, quickly recalling in his mind about the seal.

"Number: 0163."

"Name: The Golden Mask of Weeping."

"Hazard Level: '3', there is a certain danger, you need to use it with care, only actions of three or more people can apply."

"Confidentiality Level: Full member of the substitute and above."

"Sealing method: Placed in an airtight and soundproof box."

"Description: The mask is made of pure gold, and the front is carved with an absurd human face, which will gradually begin to cry over time."

"The investigator who first came into contact with the weeping mask looked at each other, and then inevitably indulged in grief, eventually committing suicide in depression."

"According to many experiments, the mask is harmless when it remains in a smiling state, and when it is in a crying state, it will start with the nearest person, and in turn make all creatures within a radius of 30 meters fall into deep sadness, and no longer care about everything in the outside world, according to experiments, this sadness can be interrupted by external stimulation intervention, if it can be removed from the influence within 5 minutes, there are no obvious side effects."

"Remember to avoid making eye contact with the mask of crying, because if eye contact occurs, the process of falling into grief is irreversible and cannot be interrupted."

"It only takes a few minutes for its expression to change, and experiments have shown that funny jokes can make the mask smile again, and offensive words and gestures will make it cry quickly."

"It doesn't have the property of being alive."

"Addendum: This mask originally belonged to a wealthy Indisian merchant and was a very ordinary mask, until one day, the wealthy merchant wore it and strangely committed suicide."

A few minutes later, Fuhrman walked out of the Azure Chamber with a black-covered box and quickly ascended to the second floor.

Audridge and François were ready, and after the three of them looked at each other, Audridge said to Furman in a deep voice:

"You're in charge of using it."

Fuhrman nodded a little nervously, and the three of them immediately set off and arrived at the back door of the club.

There was a pure black carriage parked quietly, and in the light of the blood-colored moonlight, it looked very strange, and the coachman was waiting silently with a cigarette.

Aldrich walked at the front, gently opened the carriage door, and sat in.

Behind him, François and Fuhrmann entered the carriage.

Fuhrman moved slowly with the box of "3-0163" in his hand, his face full of caution and nervousness, as if he were holding a ticking bomb.

Upon entering the carriage, he carefully placed the box on his lap and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Open it." Aldrich took out the flask and took a sip, Nunu commanded.

As he said, Fuhrman lifted the black cloth open, revealing a small, pitch-black closed box, and he took out a blue key from his pocket and inserted it into the keyhole, twisting it gently.

With a click, the box opened, revealing the contents inside, a delicate mask, made of pure gold, engraved with an exaggerated laughing face, absurd and funny.

On the surface, this mask is as unremarkable as the mask worn by the upper nobles to masked balls.

But soon, as the carriage departed, the expression on the mask changed imperceptibly, and the smile seemed to fade a lot.

After three minutes, the facial expression on the mask completely changed to calm and indifferent, and the whole face inevitably showed a bitter expression, changing to the direction of crying.

"It's going to change." Aldrizzi reminded in a deep voice.

Fuhrman hurriedly reacted, his face stiffened slightly, and he cleared his throat and said in a low voice:

"A councillor once asked the Prime Minister of the Kingdom why we continue to send more troops to the colonies, when the Kingdom army has nothing to do about the rebels there."

"The Prime Minister replied: We sent our troops to make the Intis and Fenerportians think that we could hold the colony, and the rebels knew very well that there was nothing we could do."

When he finished speaking, he laughed dryly twice, and Françoy and Audrey laughed together.

But the Golden Mask didn't react at all, and his expression was full of tears.

"Damn, this mask was obtained by the church from an Intis merchant who doesn't understand Rune's jokes." The corners of Audric's mouth twitched and whispered.

"I'll tell you one, it's a joke from the reign of Intius." François suggested with a smile.

"During a meeting, the moderator suddenly said: Now the cultists of the Eternal Sun are invited to sit on the left, and the people of the Church of the God of Steam and Machines are invited to sit on the right. Everyone sat on the left or on the right, except for one person who sat still in the middle. ”

"Moderator: What is your faith, sir?"

"The man replied: I am an Eternal Sun Cultist, but I am a crooked, everyone was shocked, and secretly said that the Eternal Sun Church strictly forbade such matters, and this person dared to admit it in public."

The host hurriedly nodded and said: It turned out to be His Royal Highness, disrespectful and disrespectful. Please come to the podium! ”

"Hahaha." Fuhrman was the first to laugh, and then the corners of the face on the mask were also hooked, revealing a smile.

Seeing that the effect was obvious, François took on the task of telling the joke later, telling an Intis-style joke every few minutes, keeping the expression on the mask in a smiley state the whole time.

At night, on Olsna Street, gas street lamps illuminate the flat road, and the crimson moon hangs high.

The pure black carriage stopped in an alley not far away, blending perfectly with the shadows and hiding its tracks.

Holding the unboxed mask, Fuhrman carefully dismounted from the carriage and walked in front, and Aldridge waved his hand silently, and several gentle streams of water appeared out of thin air, rolling Fuhrman effortlessly over the fence of a mansion in the middle of the street.

Walking through the garden to the outside of the luxurious house, two gas lamps emitted a soft glow outside the door, and at this time, both the servant and the master should have rested in the morning.

Fuhrman gently lowered the box in his hand to the ground.