The familiar taunt and the lack of an empty expression made Jane immediately understand that this Charles was real.

"! Can't you just talk well?" Jana waved the rag in her hand and cursed.

Lumian closed the door with his backhand and said with a smile: "It's quite energetic, I'm not so scared that I cried."

Jane cautiously looked back out the window, confirming that the shimmering figures were long gone.

Resisting the urge to scold Lumian, she wasted no time asking, "Why did you come in too?"

As she spoke, she kept telling herself in her heart:

As an adult woman with rich life experience and many setbacks, you can't argue with such an immature minor at such a critical time!

Lumian's gaze swept over Franca, who was sipping red wine at the window, sat down on the couch, leaned back comfortably, and said, "Tell me how you got in."

To be honest, he didn't know why he suddenly came to this strange place where the "hostel" was located.

Jaina was still standing at the coffee table, making sure she was ready to get into the dummy.

She told the story of being inspired by a dream, coming underground to deliver mission items, and getting lucky gold coins.

Lumian didn't interrupt, listened intently, and laughed, "Now I can answer your question."

"I was sent here to save you by Mr. Fool."

He probably understood the reason why he appeared in room 207 of the fake Golden Rooster Hotel after waking up.

"Did Mr. 'Fool' really send you? I don't even know him, his full honorable name, just holding the lucky gold coin, and praying for success?" Although Jane was so skeptical before, it didn't prevent her from still feeling incredible.

"Of course it's true." Lumien was sincere.

He was wondering about something else: why did Mr. "Fool" send himself, and not Ms. "Magician"?

If it was the "magician" lady who was pulled into the "hostel", the problem was easily solved!

This can be explained by the fact that he has the seal of the "Fool" on his body, but the "Magician" lady is a core member of the "Tarot Society" who can participate in the pre-god meeting, and in the three divine paths controlled by the "Fool", there will be no lack of similar marks, and it should also be "assigned by the air".

I'm afraid there's something else I don't understand...... Lumian pondered for a moment, focusing his attention on Jana's description of the world.

He asked in affirmation, "From the outside, the only difference between this place and reality is the Breeze Ballroom?"

Before, Safari and Gabriel had only mentioned that there was a black hole in Market Boulevard, through which there was hope for an escape, but it was also dangerous, and did not specify where it was, although Lumian had a vague guess, but could not be sure until Jane gave her discovery.

"I only explored these few streets and less than a fifth of the market avenues in the vicinity." Jane replied cautiously, lest Charles miscalculate.

She then added: "And there are many differences in the interior, like here, but the layout of the room, the large pieces of furniture and the reality, there are certain differences in other details.

"I suspect, I suspect..."

Lumian looked at Jana, preempted her and said, "The world in the picture."

"Yes, the world in the picture!" Jaina finally made the vague thought clear.

Combined with the "painter" sequence and the paints and brushes she had collected from the mutant monks, she thought that this was an oil painting with some supernatural powers, which only copied part of the streets of the market area, called "The Hostel"!

This worries and worries Janena, but it also makes her feel amazing.

Painting a picture is like creating a world!

"I'm glad you have this kind of understanding, it's not easy." Lumian teased and said, "The world in this painting is not high-level, and the oil paintings created by angels in the 'painter' path may really be a world with living beings." ”

Unlike the current one, there is a lot of falsehood in many places.

And what is the purpose of such a painting that is not too high-level?

Without waiting for Jana's response, Lumian instructed her, "Go and touch that Franka's pocket and see if there's a silver mirror with a classic shape."

"Why don't you search for yourself? You know better than I do what that ancient mirror looks like. Jane suddenly chuckled softly, "It can't be shy, right?"

Lumian said with a nonchalant expression:

"If you're not here, then I'll search for it myself, but since I can tell you, why should I bother myself?"

Jana grinded her teeth, not daring to waste time, went to the window and rummaged through the different pockets of the fake Franca.

She quickly came to the conclusion: "There are no ancient mirrors, and many pockets have not been painted."

Lumian nodded slowly, and crossed out option seven in his mind.

He turned to Jana, "You can try the 'Magic Mirror Divination' if it can be successful."

Knowing that Lumian wanted to make sure that the world in the painting was connected to the spirit world, so as to determine whether his "teleportation" would be successful and whether it would help the two of them get out of here, she took out a vanity mirror from her pocket and prayed to one of the safer subjects that Franca had given to ask.

Not long after, the pre-positioning of the "Magic Mirror Divination" was completed, and the palm-sized mirror became gray, but there was no water flashing.

"Failed, but a little extraordinary." Jana said with a little confusion.

Lumian bowed his head lightly and said: "It should be a false spiritual realm here, if you turn on the 'spiritual vision', maybe you can still see a few remnant souls, but this is not connected to the real spiritual realm, and you can't find the existence you are trying to ask."

In other words, he can "teleport" within the world in the painting, but he cannot leave it.

Lumian reached into his pocket, took out Mr. K's fingers, and tossed them in front of his eyes.

There was no reaction and no change in the slightest.

"What is this?" Jaina was taken aback.

The Charles had a blood-stained human finger with him!

"A magical object that failed to make contact with the outside world." Lumian explained perfunctorily.

At the same time, he sighed in his heart: Mr. K's fingers seem beautiful, but they always do not play a complete role.

Most of the time, Lumian doesn't need it, and when he needs it, he often has a special environment, and he can't use the connection between it and the body to summon Mr. K.

Jana didn't ask, pursed her lips and said, "What next?"

She really couldn't think of any other way out of here, so she could only start with the black hole in the Breeze Ballroom, the edge of the world in the painting, and the two fake churches.

Lumian smiled: "Don't worry, I still have five, six, seven or eight plans that I haven't tried."

"But before we try them, we need to take a trip to Market Avenue and get a closer look at the black hole in the Breeze Ballroom."

"Where do you want to leave?" Jana asked with a frown.

That would seem dangerous.

"This is the last option, but it is also a necessary preparation, I don't want to try other solutions here without success, and be discovered by the elves, blocked by the tenants of the 'hostel', and want to fight but can't get close to the Breeze Ballroom." Lumian stood up and walked to the door of Apartment 601.

Janna looked out the window again, only to see that the sun was in the west, and the elven servants had not returned.

She quickly followed Lumian and descended the stairs.

On the way, she asked:

"What are those cultists of the evil gods doing with such a painted world, hiding the guests of the 'hostel'?"

Lumien replied thoughtfully, "I think it's an incidental purpose, and it's more like a ritual as a whole."

"If you think about it, this is like a fake market area, there should only be a place like the Breeze Ballroom that has not been corresponded, and I told you before that there are old bones from the Quaternary period in the ground of the Breeze Ballroom, and there is a certain connection with the secret of the old cemetery of the Church of St. Robles, and it is definitely not accidental that the world in the painting leaves it blank."

"I also feel like that's the heart of the problem." Instinctively, Jane wanted to prove that she wasn't stupid and had similar guesses.

As he descended, Lumian pondered and said:

"When the mutation really happens, is it possible that such a world in the painting will temporarily replace some of the streets of the real market district, and only the breeze dance hall will remain the same?

"Who is this to confuse, and what ......"

"In the occult, this represents the application of the 'law of similarity', similar to a certain extent, the operation of the fake can reflect reality. …“

"They're not trying to unlock the secrets of the Breeze Ballroom underground and find the old bones of the Quaternary, are they?"

"No, it shouldn't just be for the old bones....... They wanted to open the entrance to that Trier in the Quaternary Age. “

"It's not that simple, the entire sealing system hasn't been broken or weakened......"

Lumian gradually had an idea, feeling that he was getting closer and closer to the core plan of this disaster.

If he can finally grasp the truth, it will be an excellent play of the "conspirator's" insight ability.

Janna nodded slightly, thinking that Lumian's guess was plausible.

The two exchanged fake White Coat Street No. 3, and their eyes suddenly froze.

Diagonally across the road, a woman in a loose white dress with suspenders is looking at them!

The woman's face was beautiful, her slightly curly black hair was messily draped over her shoulders, her blue eyes were quite hollow, and the whole person was both detached and real.

Similar temperament, similar feelings, Lumian and Jaina have seen in another person.

That's the mannequin Savary, room 12 of the "hostel"!

This is another room in the "hostel", another mannequin? Why is she here, like waiting for me and Jana? Lumien's spirit tensed instantly, and he instinctively reached out his right hand and grabbed Jana's shoulder.

At the same time, the woman with a beautiful face smiled in a fluttering voice: "Fate destined us to meet."

"Aggregation always happens by accident."