The silver-haired police officer standing on the side, his eyes were so sharp that they seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts, and after looking Venason up and down, he asked in a deep voice!

"Venason van der Rohe, that's your name, right?"

"I am... Vinason van der Rohe, what's wrong? ”

Hearing this definitive way of questioning, Venasson's heart trembled, in his previous life, he often watched police movies, and such questioning methods are not too unfamiliar, and they are generally used when they are real questions.

"You don't have to be so nervous, he's just asking as usual."

The middle-aged police officer at the head looked at the somewhat nervous Venason, and he spoke softly, not fast or slow.

"Mr. van der Rohe, can you tell us what happened to you at the party that night three days ago?"

"What happened?"

Venason let out a deep breath, he tried to rummage through the original owner's memory fragments, but he couldn't find any memories of the "party encounter".

"Sorry officer, I can't remember."

Can't remember?

Hearing Venason's answer, the middle-aged officer nodded invisibly, he thought for a moment and then continued to ask.

"Do you still have any memories of Claes Ting and Vanzino?"

The names of the two men were familiar, and they seemed to be classmates and friends of the original owner, and Venason tried to remember them for a long time, but the fragments of his memories seemed to be covered with a layer of gray fog, and he couldn't remember why.

"No, officer, is something wrong?"

"Three days ago the night of the Harvest on the banks of the Rhine, a mystical ritual meeting was held at the Harvest Chapel on the banks of the Rhine, headed by Claes Tinne and Vancino, in the course of which an unknown secret remonstrance was recited in an attempt to bring some evil upon him through ritual."

Rite?

Evil is coming?

Venason suddenly remembered that in the Kingdom of Ghent, except for praying to the four gods who were kind to mankind, other secret prayer rituals were expressly forbidden, because it was very likely to attract the gaze of some evil god, or even descend.

It is not uncommon for evil spirits to descend on the continent throughout the ages, especially through evil rituals to receive a revelation in response, which often represents disaster and destruction.

Thinking of this, Venason instantly realized the seriousness of the matter, he looked into the eyes of the middle-aged officer, and after thinking about it for a second, he asked tentatively.

"Did they succeed?"

"It's half the battle, they get an evil response, they become slaves of the devil, and of course they pay the price, the price of blood."

The young officer standing next to him said "hey" and looked at Venason with pale blue eyes.

"Mr. van der Rohe, I have to say that you are lucky because you are the only one among them who has not become a slave of the devil, and for that you are not going to explain it?"

Interpretation? Let me explain your sister!

I'm a traverser who just crossed over, Mao doesn't understand, what to explain to you?

Vinason complained silently, of course, he didn't dare to say his voice truthfully, so he could only shake his head slightly in reply.

"I'm sorry, I really forgot everything."

Venason captures fragmented memories of fragmented prayers, and once again he is glad that the original owner knew and understood the classical texts.

"I really don't know about the secret ritual of the gathering, and this memory has indeed been forgotten, perhaps my luck comes from the blessing of the sleeping and crimson gods."

Venason immediately stretched out his left hand, leaning on the fragment of his memory, and he tapped it on his chest four times, drawing a pattern that symbolized sleep and crimson.

"God bless and praise Crimson!"

"God bless and praise Crimson!"

The middle-aged police officer and the silver-haired young police officer responded seriously at the same time, and then continued to ask.

"Next question, we have heard that Mr. van der Rohe is an art student who is about to enter college?"

"Yes, it was my dream to go to a university of fine arts, I wanted to be an extraordinary master of fine arts, but in the first year I had a little accident, well, I mean...... I fell off the list. ”

Venason showed a faint sadness on the surface, but Chen Xiuyuan, who was actually in the soul, didn't think so, after all, he was only admitted to university in the second year of his studies.

"I'm sorry, it's such a sad story."

The young officer turned his head to look at the middle-aged officer beside him, and after receiving a gentle bow from the other party, he adjusted his posture and slowly unfolded the yellowed sketch paper in his hand, and explained.

"After destroying the evil ritual, we found a sketch in the Harvest Chapel on the Rhine, hoping to decipher the creative idea."

"Take it easy, it's part of a routine check-up and an important part of making sure you're okay."

"No problem, I cooperate with everything, as long as I know it, I will never hide it."

As soon as he finished speaking, almost subconsciously, he turned his gaze to the sketch manuscript unfolded in the young policeman's hand.

The small and delicate copper lantern approached, and the flames in the lampshade danced slightly, as if they had life, and the bright light passed through the transparent glass, and the darkness suddenly shrank away.

The yellowed sketch paper depicts a combination of an octopus and a dragon, with a head with numerous tentacles, three eyes on each side, huge claws on its limbs, and a pair of tattered wings that appear to have no shape on its back.

This...... The pattern is a little familiar.

Venason looked down until he landed on the bronze ring on his index finger, and a crimson flame suddenly rose in his mind.

It's a ring! The pattern on the ring!

"What's wrong with you?"

The middle-aged police officer at the head looked at Venasson, whose face was not very natural, and he silently inserted his left hand into the pocket of his black trench coat, and asked.

"Mr. van der Rohe, you... Something doesn't seem right? ”

"Huh? Have it? ”

Vinason suddenly realized that he had not managed his expression well just now, which was a very abnormal thing in the eyes of the night watchman.

"yes, what were you thinking? Or did you hear something? ”

The middle-aged officer paused and added, "Say it, maybe we can help you." ”

"I'm sorry, I was a little surprised, because the drawing is really amazing, much better than what I did."

"You didn't paint this picture?"

"Of course, the owner of the original painting is very artistically talented, and frankly, if I could have painted like this, maybe I wouldn't have fallen off the list."

Venason changed his words in an instant, and now even a fool can see that from the beginning, the focus of the night watchman was on this sketch, once he admitted that he drew it, it was very likely that he would be directly supervised and contained by them, and an obvious pit like this would definitely not jump into it.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure, officer!"

Venason insisted that sometimes not admitting it is the best way to solve the problem, of course, it takes skill and luck, as in the case now.

"Hey, are you an idiot for us?"

Hollington, who had two mustaches, couldn't help but take the words, and then interjected.

"The police officers have investigated clearly, and of all the people attending this party, only you, Venason van der Rohe, are art students, hmph, such a clumsy lie, without even thinking through your brain, you can really do it!"

"I'm not lying, I really didn't make this sketch."

Wienerson calmly responded to Officer Hollington's words and gaze, and he really couldn't remember whether he had drawn the sketch himself.

"Maybe someone else."

At this time, the middle-aged police officer who was the leader shook his head with a smile, and then said gently: "Many times there is something, there is nothing, there is no is nothing, we only need a little special method, we can know that in the face of the truth, all lies cannot be hidden." ”