Lumian's body tensed instantly, and quickly relaxed.

He calmly withdrew his gaze from the carriage window, as if he had seen nothing.

"What's wrong?" Anthony. Red looked at Lumian.

Lumian smiled, "Nothing."

"Your smile, your answer, always makes me think that you are secretly doing evil, what kind of conspiracy!" Franca, who was sitting across from her, muttered.

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Lumian curled the corners of his mouth: "When you think I'm doing some kind of conspiracy, but I haven't done anything, isn't it a conspiracy?"

"Why does your sister always teach you this kind of thing!" Franka criticized "harshly".

Janna glanced at Lumian and didn't ask anything, just raised her guard.

The four-wheeled four-seater taxi returned to White Coat Street in the market district, and the members of the team did not immediately separate, and according to Lumian's suggestion, gathered in Franca's apartment to discuss Bouval's "confession" and prophecy.

As soon as the door was closed, Lumian suddenly said, "Lend me a bedroom."

"Now?" Franka put away a smile on her face.

She heard the seriousness of Lumian's words, and combined with some of the details she had noticed before, she understood that something was really going on in secret.

"Yes." Lumien walked to Franca's bedroom and closed the door with her backhand.

Janena, Franka, and Anthony. Red glanced at each other, neither of them choosing to sit down, they each taking a place in the light of the gas sconce, not too close to each other, not too far away.

In three or four minutes, Lumian opened the door of the master bedroom and walked out.

Franka glanced inside and noticed that the curtains in her bedroom had been drawn.

Lumian looked around, and before Franka could ask, he smiled and said, "I'll introduce you to a friend, but I need you to turn off the gas wall lamp first."

"What friend? It's weird and weird, and I won't talk well after becoming a 'conspirator'. Franka grunted as she turned the knob valve at the bottom of the black gas sconce.

Jaanna muttered, "He didn't like to talk well before, and he always felt like he was 'provoked'......"

It's not a "conspirator" problem, it's my personality and the characteristics of the "hunter" path that have a chemical reaction!

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Soon, the gas wall lamp went out, and the living room became dark, with only a slight hint of crimson moonlight and dim starlight piercing through the stratus near the window.

Lumien looked at the glass window and waited patiently.

Franca, who was also experienced, asked thoughtfully, "Do you need to turn on the 'Psies'?"

"I don't need to ......," Lumien had just finished speaking, when he saw a face reflected in the dark, slightly shiny glass window.

The skin of the face was puffy, white and moist, and the eyes were empty, except for two holes stained red in black.

Boire. Pompero's vanished corpse has reappeared!

Jaina hadn't experienced much of a similar situation, so she took a step back in fright, and a black flame ignited in her palm.

"It, it's been following us?" Franka had pulled out a mirror.

"yes." Lumian smiled lightly, "From what I've observed, it needs to be very dark for it to appear, and it's unclear when it will attack us." ”

"You're not worried, not nervous? This thing is a heavily contaminated mutant corpse, and no one knows what terrifying it can do. Franca was infected by Lumian's relaxed attitude, and did not rush to deal with Bouvare, who had pressed his face against the glass window. Pompero corpse.

Lumian chuckled, "Shouldn't you be happy to see your old friend again?"

He paused for a moment and explained simply, "I regret that I didn't have time to prevent Bouval's body from disappearing."

Although its prophecy has been interrupted, where the pollution and backlash it suffers come from, and what its characteristics are, can in itself reveal a lot of questions, pointing to some hidden existence.

"Isn't this a clue?"

Lumien just said this, Boure. Pompero's swollen body suddenly fell backwards like a drowned corpse, as if he had been pulled by the collar and dragged away from the living room window.

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Behind him, part of the darkness grew thicker, as if a cavern had opened, and there was an eerie tunnel leading to nowhere.

In the depths of the "tunnel", the stars are shining, and they are extremely distant.

Boire. Ponpero's eyeless corpse fell into the "tunnel" in an instant, falling faster and smaller, until it was completely gone, engulfed in darkness.

"I just got help." Lumian still had a smile on his face.

Even if the four of them could really deal with Bouval's mutant corpse with relative ease, in the face of the serious contamination on the target's body, Lumian didn't feel that anyone present could do a careful examination on the premise of ensuring their own safety, identify the source of the problem, and have to ask for help, in this case, it is better to find someone who has the ability to help from the beginning.

When she entered the room, she was writing a letter to the "magician" lady........ but Franca suddenly realized that she did not ask any questions.

Jane also guessed that it was the secret organization with the tarot card code name that had made a move.

There is a messenger between their members!

Anthony. Rhett pondered and asked, "The next thing is to wait for the 'autopsy report'?"

"Not necessarily, maybe that 'autopsy report' is not something we can read." Lumian smiled and sat down on the single sofa.

He looked at Anthony. Red, pointing to the couch, motioned for the other party to sit down, "Did you get anything out of investigating the 'Dream Seekers' charity?"

It was a private charitable organization that received a large donation from General Philip's widow.

Anthony. Red shook his head: "No, in the past two months, they have been running normally, there is nothing abnormal, perhaps, as you said, the core members of the cultists of the evil gods have gone somewhere, and the rest have been told to settle down recently."

Lumian nodded slightly, and turned to look at Franca, who was already sitting in the easy chair: "Do you know the follow-up of the 'Blessings' over there?"

"It's similar to the situation of the 'Sinners' organization, they have eliminated several core members, but the two most important ones seem to have disappeared, and they must have gone to that place." Franka said herself from Browns. Information obtained from Sauron.

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They refer to the Witch Sect.

The place ....... Lumian leaned back on the couch, his mind racing for possible clues.

Eventually, his mind was fixed on Bouval. The prophecy of Pompero's corpse reads: "Room 7, Room 12...... Where would it be?"

Anthony. Rhett said thoughtfully:

"If it's a private house, there won't be such a division.

"It sounds a lot like an apartment."

"And the hotel." Franka added.

Hotel..... Hotel.... Lumien's eyes widened, and a bolt of lightning flashed through his mind, illuminating a detail that he hadn't thought was a problem before.

He and Franka killed Beatrice, a core member of the Blessed Society. Ankul then found a note from the other party's body, which read: "Within three days, go to the hostel and pick up the painting."

Aren't hostels just lower-level hotels? Isn't it normal to have room 7 and room 12? Lumien's train of thought became clear in an instant.

At the time, he thought that the note belonged to Beatrice's pretending dealer Teresa, who had purchased a painting, but now it seems that the note should have belonged to Beatrice, a core member of the "Blessing Society", and it was probably passed by the high priest of the "Blessing Society" who lived in the hostel, Sheebel, and asked Beatrice to take a painting!

"Hostel ......," Lumien said the term.

That's where Trier's vast array of Evil God Givers go?

Franca, who had listened to Lumian ask about Teresa, also remembered the contents of the note.

She asked Lumian a little excitedly and a little excitedly:

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"Vazin. Sanson and Pualis, they went to the place codenamed 'Hostel'?"

"I still need to make a confirmation." After Lumian replied slowly, he asked quickly, "Is the dealer Teresa back?"

When he found the note, he asked Browns. Sauron, according to a member of the Witch Sect, the dealer was taken by one

The business lured to St. Millon, the capital of the Vosak Empire, so Beatrice was able to pretend to be her without any influence.

"I should be back, it's been so long." Franka replied uncertainly.

She didn't pay much attention to the whereabouts of an ordinary art dealer.

"What hostel? What art dealer?" The more Jane listened, the more confused she became, so she had to ask.

Franca explained it briefly, without mentioning Browns. Sauron, attributing this to an action against the Blessed Society.

"The problem now is that even if the 'hostel' is really a place where those cultists gather, we don't know exactly what it refers to and where it is." Anthony. Red pondered the words.

Lumian exhaled slowly and said with a smile, "It's better than no direction."

He then said to Franka:

"Tomorrow I'll ask the real dealer where Teresa lives, and I'd like to visit my home to see if the note is hers or Beatrice's."

"Okay." Franka is quite positive.

On the one hand, she wanted to take the opportunity to urge Browns. Sauron, asking when the assessment period will end, on the other hand, hopes to make his own contribution to preventing the disaster.

She played games before she crossed over, and most of the time she would choose the plot line of saving humanity, and only when she got tired of playing would she try new tricks.

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Hey, the witch doesn't go well with the phrase "stop the disaster," Franka sighed inwardly.......

Lumian looked at Anthony again. Rhett thought for a moment and said, "Since they are all peaceful, then we can only be restless."

"What do you mean?" Anthony. Red probably guessed Lumian's thoughts, and started to confirm it with a rhetorical question.

Lumian's smile grew: "Directly arrest General Philip's widow and the real controller of the 'Dream Seekers' charity organization!"