"It sounds similar to Charlie's story, the only difference is that those are women and Charlie is men......

"Suspected Susanna. Matisse's weird creatures don't pick a gender, or, is there another weird creature that's similar, but male?

"It's more likely that the latter is possible, because the three victims in the small town of Ernette are all women, and there are no men......

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"Well, there is a difference between those three women and Charlie, they have no partner, either openly or secretly, and Charlie became Mrs. Alice's lover not long after praying to Suzanne Matisse..... If it weren't for this, would Charlie be like the three victims, who eventually died of weakness and crushing due to too much indulgence?

"Mrs. Alice became a victim in his place, or was this just the beginning?" Lumian thought a lot about what the man with the paint on his face shared, and had a certain speculation.

He now only hopes that the authorities will take this case seriously and not Susanna.

Matisse was completely cleansed.

As for whether the official suspects that Charlie's friends are hiding extraordinary people because of the letter for help, Lumian is not too worried - he deliberately obscured Charlie's information and situation when he wrote the letter, and even made a small mistake in an inconspicuous detail, so that the writer looks more like a person who has a deep grudge against Suzanne Mattis, has been tracking her for a long time, and wants to use Charlie's matter to lure the official to help him take revenge, so he cares more about Suzanne and Matisse's problems, and lacks enough understanding of Charlie.

After the party participants exchanged ideas about the strange case in the small town of Ernet, Mr. K's waiter picked up something covered in black cloth.

Another waiter explained, "It's a painting, from a friend of one of the participants. He himself was extraordinary, having strangely died two months earlier, and he painted this picture before he died. ”

At this moment, the waiter holding the painting tore off the black cloth covering the surface and displayed the remains of the extraordinary man.

At this time, an oil painting painted a strange and hallucinatory scene with various bright and intense colors: there were green weeds growing to the sky, golden suns hidden in wells, blood-colored rivers pouring down from the sky, black figures dancing together, and clouds spelled out by white skulls.

Just by looking at the painting for a few seconds, Lumian felt dizzy.

According to the letters and diaries left by the owner of the painting, it is likely that the painting contains some kind of truth, pointing to the nature of the world and the truth of the source of the occult.

It may also be hiding the real reason for his strange death. If any of the participants want to study, the price is negotiable. ”

This kind of thing still wants to be sold for money? Don't even give it to me! Lumian sneered, retracting his gaze.

Lumian is only about the real extraordinary characteristics. Be interested in potion recipes, magical items, extraordinary weapons, or occult knowledge with useful use.

Obviously, most of the party attendees didn't want to spend money on such an ominous painting that didn't know what secret it was hiding, so Mr. K's waiter eventually put it away and put it back on the black cloth.

At 10:10 a.m., Mr. K announced that the meeting was over, and everyone left in batches.

As he walked out, Lumian visibly felt that the convener was looking at him, with a certain sense of scrutiny.

"Will he send someone to follow me and investigate me?" Lumian suddenly had such an idea. Not only did he not care about this, but he even looked forward to it.

Except for the occasional messenger, he has nothing else unusual and can stand up to any investigation!

As long as he refrained from contacting Ms. Magician, Lumian was confident that Mr. K would soon get a near-true report.

Charles is indeed a wild extraordinary, lacking the necessary common sense in many things, he is suspected to be from the village of Cordu, and is pursuing the whereabouts of Ji Xiaomu, Bennet, etc., and is himself wanted.

In that way, it won't be long before Lumian shows his abilities and extreme attitude and may receive an invitation from Mr. K to become his subordinate and a member of the organization behind him.

Sometimes, inadvertently revealing one's own weaknesses and true situation is an effective means of gaining the trust of others.

In this way, Lumian and Aosta found a hidden corner of the house at 19 Scheer Street, changed their disguises, and made their way back to the honest market area.

As he walked down the street, Lumian frowned slightly in confusion.

He didn't find out who was following him.

"Is it that Mr. K hasn't planned to investigate me yet, or is the person who is following me very high level and unique ability, so that we can be aware of it in the slightest?" Lumian thought about it and put it behind him.

He's not afraid to investigate anyway, unless Mr. K and the Stingers are in a gang.

Entering the Golden Rooster Hotel, Lumian saw that it was still early, walked through the hall that had become clean, and turned into the bar in the basement.

Before he could take a look at the situation, he heard Charlie's angry voice: "Can you believe it? Three hours ago I was at the police headquarters, accused of murder, and three hours later, I'm drinking and singing with you guys three hours later! ”

Ladies and gentlemen, what an incredible thing I've been through, I bet there is no one like me.....

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Once again, the trainee waiter jumped onto the small round table with a beer bottle in his hand, and began to address the drinkers around him.

His short light brown hair was messy, as if he hadn't been groomed in days, and there was a noticeable slag of his beard next to his mouth.

"So fast?" Lumian thought that Charlie would have to have two or three days before he could be released.

He immediately turned his head to the side and said to Lumian: I invite you for this cup.

Of course, at least I don't have to worry about getting hanged, and I don't want to be living without much attention and dying with thousands of people watching.

The citizens of Trier have a hobby of watching the execution of condemned prisoners.

Whenever someone was brought to the gallows or shot point, the streets and alleys were crowded.

In classical times before Russell the Great, there was even a custom based on this hobby that when a condemned prisoner walked from prison to the gallows, if any of the onlookers wanted to marry him, he would receive a commutation, a reduced sentence, or even an acquittal.

"Nothing?" Lumian asked further.

Charlie took a sip of beer, glanced left and right, and suppressed his voice

"I can't talk about the specific process, I signed a letter of commitment, a notarized letter of commitment, you don't know, oh, how amazing it is."

He wanted to add "together then", but remembering the courage and ability shown by Charles, he silently gave up the idea.

Lumian took a sip of the absinthe pushed by the bartender and motioned for Charlie to take a seat in a no-man's corner.

After confirming that the environment was noisy and no one was listening, he asked, "Suzanne Matisde problem solved?" ”

"I don't know." Charlie shook his head, "They've done a lot of things, but I can't talk about it. ”

"Do they have a commitment to provide protection for a certain period of time?" Lumien asked thoughtfully.

Charlie replied, embarrassed, "I can't tell." ”

Lumian smiled: "It seems that there is." ”

If there is no commitment to protection, then there will be no corresponding discourse and will not be limited by the confidentiality pledge:

"Ugh."

Charlie didn't expect Charles to guess so accurately.

Lumian turned to ask, "Did they tell you anything?" Talk about the parts that can be spoken. ”

Charlie thought back for a moment; "They told me that if I had that dream again, don't panic, and go to the nearest church after dawn, the church of the eternal sun, don't you know? I am now a true believer in the Eternal Sun! ”

Lumian raised his right hand expressionlessly and drew a triangle on his chest.

Charlie was silent.

After drinking with Charlie, Lumian returned to room 207 and continued to study Aurore's witchcraft notes.

He washed up before midnight, lay down on the bed, and fell into a deep sleep.

Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!

Lumien was awakened by a fierce knock on the door.

Who is it? He frowned, grabbed the Fallen Mercury in his backhand, walked over to the door and carefully opened the wooden door.

Outside the door was Charlie.

He was still wearing a linen shirt, black trousers, and strapless leather shoes, and his expression was pale and full of fear.

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