"I suddenly remembered something, you shouldn't have sent the stabbed part when you threw the memory to me, right?"

Curt, who had changed into a loose regular suit, sat on the edge of the sand and said slowly.

A loose black long-sleeved top with black narrow-barreled trousers, a pair of black flat cloth shoes on his feet, and some long black lying on his head...... The appearance of him sitting lazily on the sand is inexplicably reminiscent of a crow crouching in the treetops.

This is the living room in Leinster's house—though the ordinary living room is a little more luxurious, and a bit like a reception room in some kind of office.

The living room is quite spacious, with decorative potted plants near the entrance, a glass table and a few sands in the room. Not far away, on the desk was an old-fashioned telephone, which looked unusually dark in the afterglow of the setting sun outside the window.

Cabinets of various sizes are arranged along the walls according to some strange pattern, and these cabinets are all stuffed with books without exception. The books in the bookcase that are not arranged according to their size show an uneven and rugged shape, like a three-dimensional puzzle, showing an inexplicable sense of neatness.

"What are you talking about?"

A short, dismissive answer answered Curt's question—it was Lizzie's voice, her tone as thin and cold as a broken block of ice.

In the center of the living room, a boxy glass coffee table was sandwiched between them, and Lizzie sat on the sand across from the man. It wasn't supposed to be sitting, though, and she leaned her back against the back of the sand. His legs hung loosely, almost slumping on the sand.

Her uniform, which had been cut out by a few gaps, had been replaced, and her loose clothes were as black as Curt's. The pitch-black long ones were scattered casually. In the light of the setting sun, it reflected a little dark light like a crow's feather.

The hem of the dress was about the upper half of her thighs, and the lace skirt rolled up slightly because the legs hung casually, but Lizzie didn't care at all. She was barefoot, and her slender legs were hanging loosely and gently swaying gently according to the fixed beat.

Under the background of black clothes, Liqi's already surprisingly white skin has a sickly feeling, and she can even see the low blood vessels through the skin.

Curt leaned forward and leaned over to Lizzie and said, "Anyway, the specific situation has already been told to me in the previous memory, isn't it? The one who created that twilight realm was the magician who belonged to the 'True Eye', and he was a complete lunatic. Take pleasure in creating those works of art. ”

The real sunset shines through the window into the living room, and the brother and sister, wrapped in black, sit facing each other across a glass coffee table. If this were a painting, the two men in the composition would be like crows crouching among the branches of a tree. At the end of the curtain, they glared at each other.

"No, no, that guy isn't crazy. From the table, I think it is very likely that his madness has formed a pathology. Lizzie closed her eyes and shook her hand gently, the expression on her face a little subtle. "At the same time. This pathology has made him an 'artist' -- I say that, you know?"

This statement came as a surprise to Curt, who had never heard of any pathologies that would turn a person into an "artist". Now that Lizzie was lying on the ground, he remembered the strange appearance in which Lizzie was posed, a resemblance to the corpses of the dismembered Slots.

Seeing that Curt didn't reply, Lizzie slowly explained: "Maybe you don't know, there is a disease that can make people's words and deeds become too dramatic, and even ordinary life is like performing a play. And this kind of person's desire to express not only in words and deeds, but also through the creation of a certain art. It's not strange to have weird paintings, grotesque plays, and special materials to make works. ”

Curt hadn't heard of it. Instead, he showed an expression of "what are you talking about".

"Although I know that you are the kind of layman who can confuse elemental diseases with magic infections, it is better to read books if you have time...... In a word. You can think that they are what everyone often calls crazy, and the 'common sense' in their heads is very different from the 'common sense' of most people. ”

Lizzie casts a cold gaze at Curt, looking "even if I say it, you may not understand", and it seems that she has given up on explaining this to Curt.

"Okay...... In other words, you already have an idea of who the other person is?"

It's not that Curt didn't understand Lizzie's explanation, he was just synthesizing the knowledge provided by Lizzie and the information he had gotten. If Lizzie's claims are true, then the black-robed sorcerer who pinned her to the top of the bell tower must have been the one responsible for the series of murders of the Slots. And the reason why he would do this kind of thing is also because of the desire to express himself brought about by that "pathology".

"Almost, you know, there are many ways to identify a person in this world, not just by the direct means of voice and face. Including body shape, eyes, and behavior can all indicate a person's identity. The girl jerked up, and tapped her hand at the notebook on the glass coffee table, "The guy you mentioned in the materials you recently got your hands to make art out of corpses is probably the sorcerer I fought with today—I do have a little idea of his identity." ”

But this idea needs to be further validated, says Lizzie.

During the few days she stayed at the Academy. Curt had already been caught up in a lot of trouble, and she was surprised by the ridiculously fast unfolding of it.

"Finally, as for why I want you to be stabbed with an iron spear in your memory...... I don't think you've experienced this kind of pain in a long time, so this is a tribute to you for pulling those iron spears out of me. She suddenly sneered, not hiding the fact that she was retaliating at all, "After all, you said that feeling pain is proof of being alive, so we're all alive, right?" ”

Lizzie grinned wickedly as she reached into the bag of cheap snacks she had bought at the snack shop. Fingertips casually twisted a few thin peach-colored gummies from the snack bag, stuffed them into the small mouth, and chewed with a large range of movements, and the mouth bulged like a squirrel.

"So, you're clearly retaliating - come on, I don't like pain at all. Curt leaned back casually, letting his body stretch on the sand, and continued, "And you too, it's not a good habit to toss your body all day long. ”

Just as Curt carried Lizzie out of the convent, rescue from the academy had arrived. The leader of the team is an unknown teacher, she seems to be a friend of the eldest sister, and when Curt sees her, she seems to have an expression of "it is this person".

The apprentices, who were unconscious in the cellar, were transported one by one by the academy guards sent by Dean François into carts and taken back to the infirmary of the Castrice Academy, where they would be treated by the school doctor. To treat this kind of object that has been injured by the spell, the school doctor of Cutrice is more professional than the doctor Xi of the Central Hospital.

As for Lizzie, Curt used the excuse that she had suffered a minor injury and that her old problems seemed to be recovering, and brought Lizzie, who had recovered herself, home. Anyway, it was the request of the student's parents, and seeing that Lizzie's body was undamaged, she only left a sentence of "Dean François gave you a chance to go to him, he has something to tell you", and asked Curt to send Lizzie to the eldest sister's car.

"This is also part of the plan, after all, there are a lot of people who have seen my current 'go home and recuperate from injuries'. The black girl said succinctly and forcefully, raising the index finger of her right hand, "So it's a fait accompli that a member of the 'True Eye' injured me." ”

In the eldest sister's car, Curt had already told Liqi that she and the eldest sister had received a threatening letter, but the black-robed magician who appeared in the monastery may not have known about it. He was merciless in attacking Lizzie, and he had plenty of fun pinning her to the ground with those iron spears.

Lizzie grinned, apparently pleased with the fact, "Whether I'm dead or still alive, those guys' claims for negotiation have broken down. This time it was their own people who dropped their chips - and I was excited to see how those people would react. ”

Lizzie is the main bargaining chip that the "True Eye" uses to threaten Curt in the threatening letter, but before Curt can reply, Lizzie is seriously injured by their members - undoubtedly announcing that the demands made in the letter have become dead letter.

Despite this, Curt still felt that both threatening letters were just smoke bombs. They didn't really intend to woo Curt and his mercenary administration, but only to get the message of "someone is threatened" and make them suspicious of each other.

Therefore, they set up a suspicious array and use the means of leaking false information to the other party to lure people into the trap.

Curt and the eldest sister will not be the only ones who will receive the threat letter, as long as this huge alliance appears in the details of a small gear that does not obey, the influence will gradually spread to the whole. The embankment of thousands of miles is destroyed in the anthill, and only a few flaws are needed to become the culprit of the ruin.

It is possible that this is the purpose of the self-proclaimed "True Eye" in sending those threatening letters. Deliberately reveal to all the organizations that will be hostile to them, and tell them that there are already people within their own side who have become enemies' allies, so that they have to act cautiously.

I don't know if my teammates around me will fight back against me at a critical moment, and the dangerous doubts are stored in everyone's hearts. No one wants to see what they hold dear to them threatened, but what would they do to avoid such a situation?

A way must be found to break through this dilemma. (To be continued!u.)

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