"Aurel attacked me."

The words echoed in Lumian's ears like a dam suddenly bursting, and the flood that burst the levee poured into his mind, washing out all the blood-colored chasms that had been buried under the silt.

White, painful, and piercing, Lumian saw the picture again: he saw the parish priest Guillaume Bernet, who was besieged in the wilderness by a large number of sackcloth spirits.

I saw Mrs. Pualis, who was flying in mid-air with her wings outstretched.

I saw the blonde figure reflected in her eyes, it was Auror.

Lumien also saw the walls of the third floor of the castle, covered with blue and white transparent faces.

I saw Louis Lund who was giving birth.

Saw Sybil Berry reborn in the body of a maid.

I saw Guillaume Bennet, Pierre Berry, and Pontsberg, a group of fatalistic believers who fought with the midwife, the administrator Beosted and others.

And all of this picture comes from his own vision, from the fist-sized bubbles floating in the air.

"Blank ......"

"White paper" Lumian's expression contorted, and he leaned back in pain. The blood vessels on his body protrude outwards one by one, bluish and purple, densely packed.

At the same time, the words left by the psychiatrist Susie flashed in his mind: "Always remember that emotions should not be excessive, and as soon as you have a similar reaction, immediately calm your mood and ease your state with deep breathing and other methods."

Lumian gasped for air, as if the surroundings had become a vacuum.

When Madame Poalis saw him, she said with a little sympathy, "You have forgotten many things. No, you buried them in the depths of your soul and didn't dare touch them. "I was also in pain and it was very uncomfortable. It was only after I became a "banshee" that I met a woman who really touched my heart. She was so charismatic, so kind, so quiet, and so lively, I couldn't believe that she would attack me and block me in front of me as a cult god.

"At that time, she was already a "life hunter", and she was more preoccupied than Guillaume Bernet.

Lumian couldn't help but raise his hands and hold down his head as if it was about to explode from the inside out.

In his constant deep breaths, he recalled Oroel who every time he heard him tell about the strange things in the village, recalled Oroel who told him not to look at things he shouldn't see, recalled Oroel who always sat on the roof at night and looked at the starry sky, recalled the transparent "lizard" that came out of Oroel's mouth in his dream, and recalled that Na Alaiza and others, who were the first to spread the heresy of the constellation, were those who were relatively close to Aurel.

And along with this, he also remembered that he found out that Raymond Ava had been caught by the gang after his death to take revenge on Ponsberge, and he was tortured a little but finally released.

I remembered Oroel, who was as dignified and worried as himself, and cut the little blue book to piece together a letter for help, remembered Oroel who explained the occult to herself, and remembered Oroel who rolled her eyes during the ceremony, as if she had come to life, and pushed herself out of the altar.

Whew, whew...... Lumian gasped, as if he was still in the original dream, and he hadn't woken up.

Madame Poalis sighed softly: "I should have noticed that she was abnormal, although she did not visit me and I did not visit her very often, but I have long noticed that she likes to look up at the stars at night, and always says strange things about "home", in the field of the occult, "stars" are very dangerous things, especially for the extraordinary. Later I wanted her to believe in the Great Mother, but it was too late. ”

Lumian's lips twitched, and he asked with great difficulty, "When did she start to be abnormal?"

He remembered very well that Aurore had always had the habit of looking up at the stars and missing his hometown. But nothing happened in the first years. Of course, Lumian admits that in recent years, Aurel has indeed looked at the stars more often than before, but he can't remember exactly

When did it become like that.

Madame Pualis shook her head, restrained the rest of her emotions, and said with a smile: "You should ask yourself, you are with her every day, and I am not. Sometimes I'm jealous of you, and sometimes I think you're good, why should we stick to the rules of a vulgar society and not let go of ourselves to enjoy the joy of life? ”

As if he hadn't heard what Madame Pualis was saying, Lumian asked, still with his body buried and his head pressed on, looking at the floor of the carriage and talking to himself, "Who made her believe in fate?"

"Maybe only she knows the answer, but it's a pity." Mrs. Poalis sighed again.

Lumian fell silent, taking deep breaths.

Once, twice, three times, after some unknown time, he straightened his back, lowered his hands, and looked at Madame Poalis: "Have you ever seen a lizard-like elf in the village?"

"Nope." Mrs. Pualis shook her head.

Is the transparent "lizard" in my dream just a symbol, representing belief in fate, or is it also in reality, but it is hidden deeply? Lumien kept thinking, as if this was the only way not to touch the sharp blade stuck in his heart.

He asked a new question: "Have you ever heard of the legend of the wizard? Nine cows can pull the coffin that. ”

"Nope." Mrs. Poalis shook her head again.

Lumien asked question after question. By the end, he had no idea what he was asking, or whether Mrs. Pualis had answered. Even the other party's face became ambiguous in his impression, not clear enough, as if it was dozens or hundreds of meters apart.

At some point, the carriage stopped, and Lumian returned to the side of the road in a daze, walking aimlessly, without stopping.

When, when, when.

The church bell rang and the time came to midnight.

Lumian suddenly regained his senses and found himself back outside the door of the Golden Rooster Hotel.

He instinctively went up the stairs and was about to push the door open, but after a few seconds of frustration, he retreated back into the street. dragged his feet, like a wandering soul, towards the end of the chaotic street.

He walked all the way to the market avenue, and the sky was gloomy all night, and finally the clouds were dense, and there was no red moon or stars to be seen.

Lumian came to the door of the Breeze Ballroom, and heard the drums beating fiercely and the voices of the people inside, which was extremely lively.

As if he could not bear the situation, he turned around and staggered to the side of the road, found a shadow far away from the nearest gas lamp, and sat on the ground.

Click, click, over time, drops of rain fell to the ground, to the top of Lumian's head, to his eyes.

The raindrops gradually became more frequent, and the sound of crackling and clattering became a string.

Lumian didn't move, like a statue, letting the rain wet his hair, his face, and his clothes.

Suddenly, a shadow appeared above him, and the raindrops disappeared.

Lumian looked up blankly, and saw a dark blue umbrella, a metal skeleton supporting the cloth, and Jana holding the handle of the umbrella.

He withdrew his gaze and stared vacantly into the middle of the mist path, not stopping Jane or ignoring her.

Jaanna wore a very smoky makeup, wore a low-cut red dress studded with sequins, and a light-colored shawl with large holes at the shoulders, which did not look particularly revealing.

She stared at Lumien for a few seconds, and without asking, she still stood next to him, holding her umbrella.

The rain fell for a full hour before it subsided, and only the buildings on both sides and the lamps on the side of the road still occasionally dropped droplets.

Lumian stood up slowly, as if he had lost something.

As she put away her umbrella, she said to herself, "The rain will stop, just as the darkness will pass, the sun will rise, and the light will shine on the earth."

Lumien was silent for a while, looked at the dark road ahead and said: "When you find someone you trust very much, not like you think

How would you feel? ”

Instead of answering his question, Jana asked rhetorically, "Do you still believe him?"

Lumian pursed his mouth and replied without hesitation, "I believe."

"Since you still believe in him, let's find out why he did that." Janna said in a calm tone.

Lumian's hands trembled slightly. He took another deep breath, several times in a row. Finally, there was no longer anything unusual about his body. Only then did he turn his head sideways and look at Jana: "Why are you here?"

Janna replied angrily and amusefully, "Damn, this is outside the Breeze Ballroom. I don't have to go to the theater today, and I come back to sing and earn money in the evening. As soon as it was over, I went out and saw you sitting on the side of the road, stupidly drenched in the rain. ”

Lumian withdrew his gaze and walked away without expression. He stepped on the stagnant water and walked at a fast speed towards White Coat Street.

"Where are you going?" Janna asked, a little worried.

Lumian said without looking back, "Go and find the reason."

He remembered the words that Aurore had left behind as she pushed herself away from the altar: "My ...... Note. ”

Combined with the current situation, Lumian suspects that his sister is telling him that clues to the source of the anomaly can be found in her witchcraft notes.

Carrying an umbrella, Jane followed Lumien and asked tentatively, "It only takes one night to find out why?"

"Maybe it's going to be a long time." Lumian replied impatiently.

Jenna muttered, "Then why are you in such a hurry? Rest well and clear your mind a little bit may help you find the cause faster. ”

Lumian was silent for a moment as he thought of his inability to comprehend many of the contents of the witchcraft notes, and of his own lack of occult knowledge. He turned his head to the side again and looked at Jana: "Is Franka at home?"

"What are you asking for?" Jaina looked confused, "She shouldn't be back in White Coat Street today, she said she's going to spend a nice night with Gardner Martin."

Call...... Lumien let out a sigh and turned back to the streets.