Franka also noticed the footprints and marks, and looked at them carefully for a while, "In the last two weeks, at least four people have come together......

"Maipu. Meyer still has accomplices? ”

Lumian stared at the collapse that had been preliminarily filled, and said in thought:

"It's not about whether they have accomplices or not, it's what they're doing here.

"If it's really Maipu. Meier, not a passing team of cave explorers, then he already knew that this place was destroyed by the official extraordinary, and there would be nothing of value left, why did he bring people here to pay respects recently? ”

"It's not impossible." Franka muttered, "What if he had the ambition to achieve something and receive the new gift of the Mother Tree of Desire, becoming a 'fallen dryad'?" ”

"That's also called Little Eros, there must be a twisted desire for love, just like Susanna. Matisse to Charlie like that, so, Maipu. Meyer's special purpose to pay tribute to his dead love is in line with the characteristics of the approach. ”

"But there's no need to bring three or four people to watch him perform, right?" Lumian retracted his gaze and looked around, "Maybe not on purpose, but passing by, by the way?"

Franca probably understood what Lumian meant:

"You want to say Maipu. Meyer and his accomplices often go underground in the market district? ”

Lumian gave an "um":

Remember https://m in a second.

"I feel like Mai Pu now. Meyer didn't come back to the market to deal with me, and he might end up getting revenge, but that's just the outcome of the matter, not the course of the matter.

"Their purpose is something underground in the market area?" Franka frowned, "But the Shadow Tree' has been hit hard, what else is special here?" It can't be that the entrance to Trier in the Quaternary period is underneath the market district.

At this point, Franka came to an abrupt end.

That's not impossible!

Lumian flashed through the situation in the market area and various rumors he knew in his mind, and Huo Ran remembered one thing:

The "doll" messenger of the "magician" lady is disgusted with the Breeze Ballroom, saying that the ground is full of old bones!

This is supposed to refer to some special case in the basement of the market area, and it is directly opposite the building where the Breeze Ballroom is located, which is suspected to be related to the old cemetery of the church of St. Robles.

Lumian immediately informed Franka of this suspicion, and followed the trails out of the destroyed sacrificial mine.

"That's really a problem...... This is easy to figure out, you go back and call the messenger to ask. While lamenting that the feng shui in the market area is really bad, Franca follows Lumian and provides occult support for his tracking.

The two walked through the ground, but eventually lost their target, because they were suspected of being Maipu. The Meyer gang passed through several tunnels that were widely known and used by cave explorers, smuggling caravans, and mushroom growers, and the traces were completely covered up by the latecomers after ten days.

Lumian, who was facing a ball of red fire, stopped, looked at the dark cave in front of him, and did not speak for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking.

Franca was about to propose to leave, when Lumian suddenly spoke:

"Do you think the market area has been too quiet for more than a month?"

"Where's the quiet?" Franka subconsciously retorted.

"007" dude doesn't think so at all!

Lumian pondered the words and said:

"In other words, apart from the extraordinary problems we caused, is the market area too quiet in the occult matter?"

"No, it would be more accurate to say that the cultists of those evil gods have become very inactive after the 'Tree of Shadows' was severely damaged!"

"Well, there are no new forces entering, swallowing up the few remaining small gangs, confronting the Savoyard Party, and there are no cases of suspected sacrifices, even secretly preaching, I only met a sick liar, and that is still an ordinary person........"

After the "Shadow Tree" incident, the only cultists that Lumien and Franka really encountered were "sinners"

Organization of Guillaume. Bennet and Beatrice of the Beatitude. Ankur, but this is what they actively tracked down based on previous clues, and it is not in the market area.

The werewolves of the "Rose School" are barely one, but that belongs to the aftermath of the "Shadow Tree" incident.

Browns of the Witch Sect. Sauron can only be counted as half, because this organization has enough history, and it also believes in the evil existence of this world, not the evil gods from outside.

Franka was stunned for a moment:

"Isn't that normal? Secret organizations that believe in evil gods must do things in secret, and if they were encountered by people like you every day, they would have been wiped out long ago!

"You see, we didn't find Maipu before. Meyer is back in the market area. ’

If it were someone else, there would be no problem with your statement, but I have an alien evil angel sealed on my body, and according to the "magician" lady's garbage rejection aggregation theory, there must be an unusual reason why I haven't met a troublesome evil god believer for so long...... Themipolos was also excessively quiet during this time...... Lumian's thoughts raced, and he said to Franca:

"Can you use my dream divination on me, can you help me remember something?"

"No, maybe a great 'soothsayer can, but I can't.'" Franka shook her head, "What do you want to recall?" You can ask Lady Hela for help, she's sure to be able to create real dreams now. ”

Lumian nodded slowly:

"I want to remember an address, there are suspected cultists living there, I plan to go there and see if they have also disappeared, hidden, quiet, well, don't bother Hela for the time being" Madam, I know who to ask.

He is preparing to verify it carefully on the basis of bold assumptions.

Seeing Lumian talking as she returned to the ground, Franca hurriedly asked:

"What address? Ask whom?"

"Wait a minute, now let's go to Plantagenet Street in Knoll first." Lumian said without looking back.

Why is this address so familiar...... Franka followed and muttered at the same time.

When she was almost on the ground, she finally remembered:

That's Madame Pualis's address!

The "Night Lady" from the village of Cordu!

Knoll District, Plantagenet Street.

In the suburbs, all the buildings are like villas, with a lawn facing the street and a garden at the rear.

Lumian walked in the shadows that the light of the street lamps did not reach, constantly surveying the lawns and gardens of each building.

Franca was doing something similar, for they didn't know what Mrs. Pualis's house number was, and could only judge by the unusual exuberance and vitality of the plants.

Towards the end of the street, Lumian and Franka simultaneously found a garden with all the flowers in full bloom, like a plant-like woodland.

The gray-and-white building of the garden was unlit and completely sleepy in darkness, in stark contrast to the surrounding home-friendly residents.

"It feels like no one has lived in ...... long time" Franca began to feel that Lumian's worries were somewhat justified, "Madame Pualis, a member of the Night Club, has also moved away and is quietly hiding?"

Lumien watched and listened for a while, and when he was sure that the building was indeed empty, he pulled out half of the wire, opened the door, and walked inside.

In this process, Franka used the method of "magic mirror divination" to make occult confirmations.

The living room of the house was empty, the linen and the like were gone, and the dust was accumulated on the table, and it was obvious that there had been no one living in it for a while.

Lumian walked forward, and Franca followed him stiffly, not daring to come closer, nor daring to touch.

Upon arriving at the coffee table, Lumien bent down to pick up a discarded newspaper on the floor, which had been bitten by rats, but still had some "corpses" remaining.

Lumian glanced at the newspaper in the moonlight, and whispered:

"..... in early July"

This shows that Madame Poalis was not in Louis. Lund didn't leave as soon as I asked for her address, she didn't leave as soon as the Shadow Tree incident ended, she lived in Plantagenet Street for a while, and chose to abandon it for unknown reasons. ”

"It's getting a little weird." Franca's expression was a lot more solemn.

They quickly searched the building and took a taxi to the next location.

After getting an old newspaper with an advertisement for the Star Bridge from Laurent, a former tenant of the Golden Rooster Hotel and now deputy editor of the newspaper Little Trier, Lumien and Franca went to the 5th floor of 9 rue Saint-Martin in the 2nd arrondissement, where the office was rented by a gang of people who looked like liars and suspected cultists

Want to raise money to build an interstellar bridge to the Red Moon.

Under the starry night, the entire 5th floor was dark.

Lumian cautiously reached out and pushed open the office that existed in the form of an apartment.

Outside the window, the crimson moonlight shone in, and the two saw a lot of paper scattered on the ground, and the surface of the surface showed some ideas that seemed to be from imagination and had some kind of feasibility.

Many of the drawers were open, empty of any items left, just like the fraudsters who rushed out when they found out that the police were coming.

From the textual materials and numerous traces of the site, Lumien and Franca judged that the floor had been vacant for nearly two weeks.

"There's a real problem." Franka was impressed, "Why did the cultists of the evil gods of different organizations suddenly reduce their activities, go into hiding, and become quiet? ”

Lumian's expression had become solemn, and he said in a low voice:

"An anomaly could mean that something big might be brewing.

Without waiting for Franka to respond, he directly arranged for the other party:

"You contact 007 and ask him if he knows anything about the incident, and what questions are hidden in the old cemetery of St. Robles.

"I'm going to write to the 'magician' lady and tell us what we've found and speculated."

And take the opportunity to ask what the old bones of the "doll" messenger represent!

"Okay." Franka didn't ramble.

Golden Rooster Hostel, Room 207.

Lumian set up the ritual and summoned the "doll" messenger in a pale gold dress.

He handed the letter paper folded into squares to the other party, and said with a smile:

"What did you mean by the old bones in the ground?"

The "doll" messenger showed a look of disgust and disgust:

"Some dirty, disgusting old Quaternary bones!"