Goddess Protection...... Is this a belief in the night, or an evil god... … Judging from the actual performance, it should be an evil god.... Lumian listened to Annise's answer and made a preliminary judgment in his mind.

At the same time, he sighed silently: "No wonder people who believe in evil gods like to develop their parents, spouses, and children into the same faith, otherwise, no matter how cautious they are, many details cannot be hidden from the family members who are familiar with each other day and night......."

Anthony. Red held the quietly burning cigarette in his hand and thought for a few seconds, "How did Philip die?"

The information he has gathered so far indicates that General Philip died of a sudden illness, but this is only a claim to the outside world, and the actual situation is unknown.

Annis replied in a flurry tone: "He has angina in the middle of the night, and he can't be taken to the hospital before he has time."

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Anthony. Red calmly asked, "Where is his corpse?"

"It was purified, burned into ashes, and sent to the family cemetery in the Elato district." Annis said that this is all publicly available information.

Lumian looked sideways at Anthony. Red: "Ask where the extraordinary trait ends."

He felt that Philip must be an extraordinary person, after all, the other party could grow into a general step by step in the army, and he was born in the original aristocratic family, and the probability of not being an extraordinary person can be said to be very small.

When the "psychiatrist" finished asking the question, Annis said rather blankly: "What are extraordinary characteristics?"

Anthony. Red analyzes the psychology and insight of the characters, and changes the question: "Where did the things that were excreted in Philip's body go?" Or, is there anything special on him and around him, where did it go?"

"While waiting for the servant to come and carry him downstairs in the carriage, he told me with great difficulty, that if he died, he should not be surprised at any strange changes in his body, and that he should put away the things that appeared and leave them for the children," Annise recalled.

"Later, later, the funeral was too chaotic, and I was so sad that the thing was gone, and I couldn't find it anymore......"

Unable to find ....... Lumian had suspected that General Philip was faking his death, and was now more inclined to this guess.

He even felt that the extraordinary characteristics of the other party had not really been analyzed, and the phenomena that Annis saw and the items that were put away were illusions created by corresponding abilities or rituals, and then naturally disappeared.

Anthony and Lumian have discussed this several times. Rhett apparently had a similar thought, and he asked in a calm voice, without causing any irritation, "What does that thing look like?"

Annis's mind body spoke the answer in a voice:

"It was his fist, skinless, and the joints were like black metal, so sharp that it cut off the back of the chair with ease........"

Extraordinary properties combine with a part of the body and become the main ingredient of potions..... Lumian has a lot of experience with this.

Anthony. Red asked for a while, confirming that Annis didn't know much, and didn't even know which path General Philip was originally in.

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Seeing this, Lumian walked around the master bedroom, his eyes falling on a picture frame placed on the surface of his desk.

It was a group photo of the Philip, not using the color photographic techniques that had appeared in recent years.

In the family portrait, General Philip was wearing a high-ranking officer's dress with many medals, not too tall, and judging from the surrounding references, he looked about 1.7 meters tall.

His hair was thick and slightly curled, his eyes were not large, but they had the sharpness of an eagle staring at his prey, the beard around his mouth was neatly trimmed, the tips were even coated with paraffin, and the bridge of his nose was more characteristic, as if it had been broken and not healed well, so that the middle section was raised.

Lumian looked at it carefully and took note of Philip's specific appearance and physical features.

If this person really faked his death to escape his original fate, then, according to the "Justice" lady, it should only involve the loss of the old fate and the acquisition of the new fate, and will not change the appearance of itself.

In other words, the current one should be a stranger who looks exactly like General Philip, and if he meets him later, Lumian hopes to recognize him at a glance.

"Let's go." Anthony. Red ended the "mind reading" and said to Lumian with a little disappointment.

Lumian didn't suffer from the frustration of the setback, nodded lightly and said, "Go to that charity."

The purpose of the charity, called Dream Seeker, is to provide some assistance to the talented young people who come to Trier to pursue their dreams but are temporarily struggling, and to this end, they even hire such young people and provide them with free apartments.

The apartments are located in the same house rented by the Dreamer charity, with two floors below for workplaces and two floors for staff dormitories.

Ossa, who actually controls the charity, also lives there, saying that he is really helping the dreamers, rather than taking the opportunity to collect money.

Out of Livo Street, Lumien and the others rushed to District 2, that is, the Art District and the Financial District.

District 2 was very close to the 3rd arrondissement where they were currently located, and it wasn't long before they arrived not far from St. Varro's Street.

The Dream Seeker charity is located in Building 11 there.

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Just got out of the carriage, and before they got close to the street where the target was, Lumian and Anthony. Rhett saw a red fire rising in the dark night.

The ferocious flames turned a building into a giant torch in the night.

Lumian's eyes lit up, and he had a bad guess.

He and Anthony. Red glanced at each other and ran wildly towards St. Vallo Street.

Pedaling and pedaling, the two walked through an alley with barricades, and saw that the house that had been turned into a fire hell was Building 11, the office and staff dormitory of the "Dream Seeker" charity!

The crackling flames continued to leap into the air, completely sealing off the four-story building, burning black, and the windows, no one called for help or tried to jump down, and the inside was as quiet as if everyone had long since died.

Residents living on this street woke up and fled in a hurry, or wanted to help firefighters, or watched the bustle from a distance.

"We're late......" Anthony. Red said with a sigh as he looked at the burning building.

Lumian stared for a moment, then slowly shook his head, "No."

"Maybe it's just fate that doesn't want us to have a harvest, even if it comes early, we will see something like that."

When so many evil god givers gather to plan things, they will inevitably encounter all kinds of interference during the investigation, some are direct, some are indirect, some seem normal, some are quite weird, and some are not favored by fate.

Lumian paused and said, "At least that shows that we are on the right path."

Anthony. Red was silent for a few seconds and said:

"This indirectly proves that General Philip has something to do with the belief in evil gods, and what happened to me and my comrades is probably due to this......"

As he spoke, his voice lowered.

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A few dozen meters away from the burning building, Lumian's face reflected the firelight, he looked ahead, and asked gently, "Do you still want to track it down?"

"It's getting more and more dangerous, I don't know how many times more dangerous than when you were attacked.

"To this day, you are still afraid of what happened that night, afraid of the sudden gunshots, do you really have the courage and determination to pursue it?"

Anthony. Red was silent for a moment, and the middle-aged man, who had been beaten by the wind and rain, did not make a sound for a long time.

In front of him were houses engulfed in red flames, firefighters in red and blue uniforms and masks, and chaotic and noisy citizens.

After a long time, the "psychiatrist" whose hairline had receded a lot, and his face was a little fat, said in a very low voice:

"Perhaps, I was dead in that attack, and now I am just an evil spirit chasing the truth and trying to get revenge.

"I can be destroyed, but I can't give up, that's what I thought after you told me last time there were clues and hope."

Lumian laughed, turned his head sideways, looked at Anthony and said, "Welcome to the hell of revenge."

Immediately after returning to the market area, Lumian wrote to Ms. "The Magician" about the course of the night's actions and the final result.

He felt that the current situation was beyond the scope of the few of them to deal with, and no matter what clues were obtained, they would eventually find that it had been interrupted, as if fate had it.

This caused Lumian to be a little afraid to investigate, fearing that the actions of himself and others would destroy the few hopes.

Not long after, the "doll" messenger brought neatly folded paper: "All the interweaving of fates is a drama."

"After that, there will be clues, the important ones will tell me first, and the less important ones will investigate by yourself, you have a seal in your body of Cermibolos, which is a heavy stone that can stir up ripples in the river of fate, and it will not be so easily affected, and others can't."

"In addition, we will try something else."

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Something else to try....... Lumian felt that the "Tarot Society" should have done a lot of things in secret, but like himself and others, he couldn't track it down in the end.

With the strength of the "Tarot Society", he suspected that there was even direct interference from angels and even evil gods in this matter.

After burning the letter in his hand, Lumian lay down on the bed, brewing sleepiness and thinking about where else to trace: "The groups that are prone to problems related to 'hostels' are painters, novelists, and people with a love of reading....."

In a flash, Lumien thought of a man: Gabriel, a playwright who used to live at the Golden Rooster Hotel.

The man moved to rue Saint-Michel in the 2nd arrondissement, where a large number of painters and writers lived, and was a great place to exchange artistic creations.

"Mr. K and the official organization have only excluded painters and writers who have a certain reputation, and there are too many who just take painting and writing as hobbies and do not make a living from them for the time being, and they cannot investigate them one by one in a short period of time........ Many of the outstanding young people who come to Trier to pursue their dreams are engaged in art....... the 'Dream Seeker' charity has even burned its archives......

Lumien quickly decided, intending to visit Gabriel at dawn and ask him if he had encountered any writers or painters who had behaved strangely and had not yet become famous, or if he had heard any strange remarks from these groups.