Chapter 449

Lu Mian's body tensed instantly, then relaxed quickly.

He withdrew his gaze from the carriage window calmly, as if he hadn't seen anything.

"What's wrong?" Anthony Reid looked at Lu Mian and said.

Lu Mian smiled:

"Nothing."

"This smile of yours, this answer of yours, always makes me feel like you're secretly doing something bad, plotting some conspiracy!" Franca, sitting opposite, evaluated mutteringly.

Lu Mian curled his lips:

"When you think I'm plotting some conspiracy, but I haven't done anything, isn't that also a kind of conspiracy?"

"Why does your sister always teach you this kind of stuff!" Franca criticized "severely."

Jenna glanced at Lu Mian, asked nothing, and just increased her vigilance.

The four-wheeled, four-seater rental carriage returned to White Coat Street in the Market District. The team members didn't separate immediately. According to Lu Mian's suggestion, they gathered in Franca's apartment to discuss Bouvard's "confession" and the prophecy.

Just after closing the door, Lu Mian said suddenly:

"Lend me a bedroom."

"Now?" Franca put away the smile on her face.

She heard the seriousness in Lu Mian's words. Combined with some details she had noticed earlier, she understood that some things had really happened in secret.

"Yes." Lu Mian walked toward Franca's bedroom and closed the door behind him.

Jenna, Franca, and Anthony Reid looked at each other. None of them chose to sit down. In the light of the gas wall lamps, they each occupied a position, not too close or too far from each other.

It was only three or four minutes later when Lu Mian opened the master bedroom door and walked out.

Franca glanced inside and found that the curtains in her bedroom had been drawn.

Lu Mian looked around and, before Franca could raise a question, said with a smile:

"I'd like to introduce a friend to everyone, but you need to turn off the gas wall lamps first."

"What friend? Weird and strange. After becoming a 'Conspirator,' you don't even know how to speak properly." Franca muttered while turning the knob valve at the bottom of the black gas wall lamp.

Jenna muttered along:

"He didn't like to speak properly before either, always making people feel 'provoked'..."

This isn't a problem of the "Conspirator," it's the chemical reaction between the person's personality and the traits of the "Hunter" pathway!

Soon, the gas wall lamps went out, and the living room became pitch black. Only near the window was there a bit of visibility brought by the crimson moonlight and dim starlight penetrating the clouds.

Lu Mian looked toward the glass window and waited patiently.

Franca, also experienced, asked thoughtfully:

"Do I need to open 'Spirit Vision'?"

"Probably not..." Just as Lu Mian finished speaking, he saw a face reflected on the overall black but slightly shiny glass window.

That face's skin was swollen, pale, and moist, its eyes empty, leaving only two holes stained with black and red!

Bouvard Pomperol's disappeared corpse had appeared again!

Jenna hadn't experienced similar situations much and retreated a step in fright, black flames igniting in her palms.

"It, it has been following us?" Franca had already taken out a mirror.

"Yes," Lu Mian laughed relaxedly, "According to my observation, it only appears in a very dark environment. As for under what circumstances it will attack us, it's not clear for now."

"You're not worried, not nervous? This thing is a mutated corpse that has suffered severe contamination. No one knows what terrifying abilities it has." Franca was infected by Lu Mian's relaxed attitude and didn't rush to deal with Bouvard Pomperol's corpse, which had its face pressed against the glass window.

Lu Mian laughed low:

"Seeing an old friend again, shouldn't one be happy?"

He paused and explained simply:

"I was very regretful before that I didn't have time to stop Bouvard's corpse from disappearing.

"Although its prophecy was interrupted, where the contamination and backlash it suffered came from, and what characteristics it has, can also explain many things, pointing to certain hidden existences.

"Isn't this also a clue?"

Just as Lu Mian said this, Bouvard Pomperol's swollen corpse, which looked like it had been drowned in water, suddenly fell backward, as if someone were pulling its collar, dragging it away from the living room window.

Behind it, a portion of the darkness became increasingly dense, as if a cave had been opened, a strange tunnel leading to who knows where.

Deep in the "tunnel," dots of starlight flickered, extremely distant.

Bouvard Pomperol's corpse, which had lost its eyes, fell into that "tunnel" in the blink of an eye, falling faster and faster, smaller and smaller, until it disappeared completely, swallowed by the darkness.

"I found a helper just now." Lu Mian still had a smile on his face.

Even if the four of them working together could really deal with Bouvard's mutated corpse relatively easily, facing the severe contamination on the target, Lu Mian didn't think anyone present could perform a careful inspection and distinguish the source of the problem while ensuring their own safety. They had to ask for help. Since that was the case, it was better to find someone capable to help from the beginning.

Entering the room was to write a letter to Ms. "Magician," huh... Franca suddenly realized and didn't pursue the question.

Jenna also guessed that it should be that hidden organization using Tarot cards as a code name that had taken action.

Their members had messengers to communicate!

Anthony Reid pondered and asked:

"Is the next step to wait for the 'autopsy report'?"

"Not necessarily. Perhaps that 'autopsy report' isn't something we can read." Lu Mian sat down on the single sofa with a smile.

He looked at Anthony Reid and pointed to the long sofa, signaling that the other party could sit down:

"Did you have any gains from investigating the 'Dream Seeker' charity organization?"

That was a private charity organization that had accepted a large number of donations from General Philip's widow.

Anthony Reid shook his head:

"No. In these two months, they have been operating very regularly, without any abnormalities. Perhaps, just as you said, the core members among the followers of evil gods have all gone to a certain place, while the rest have been exhorted to be well-behaved recently."

Lu Mian nodded slightly and turned to look at Franca, who was already sitting in the armchair:

"Do you know the follow-up regarding the 'Joyful Society'?"

"Similar to the situation of the 'Sinner' organization, they cleared several core members, but the two most important ones seem to have disappeared. They should also have gone to that place," Franca said, speaking of the information she had obtained from Bronce Solomon.

They referred to the Witch Sect.

That place... Lu Mian leaned back against the sofa, his thoughts racing, searching for possible clues.

Finally, his thoughts settled on the prophecy made by Bouvard Pomperol's corpse:

"Room 7, Room 12... where could they be?"

Anthony Reid said thoughtfully:

"If it were a private house, there wouldn't be such a division.

"This sounds very much like an apartment."

"There are also hotels," Franca added.

Hotel... Hotel... Lu Mian's eyes widened abruptly, and a bolt of lightning flashed through his mind, illuminating a detail he hadn't felt was a problem before.

After he and Franca killed Beatrice Ankur, a core member of the "Joyful Society," they found a note on her body, which read:

"Within three days, go to the hostel to take away that painting."

Isn't a hostel a lower-level hotel? Isn't it very normal to have Room 7 and Room 12? Lu Mian's train of thought became clear instantly.

He had thought at the time that the note belonged to the art dealer Delilah, whom Beatrice was disguised as, and was a receipt for the latter buying a painting. But now it looks like that note should have belonged to Beatrice, this core member of the "Joyful Society." It was very likely passed out by the "Joyful Society" High Priestess Sibel, who was staying at the hostel, asking Beatrice to go take a painting!

"Hostel..." Lu Mian said this term.

Is that where a large number of gifted followers of evil gods in Trier went?

Franca, who had heard Lu Mian ask about Delilah, also remembered the content of the note.

She asked Lu Mian back, a bit excited and somewhat thrilled:

"Voisin Sanson and Pualis and the others went to a place codenamed 'Hostel'?"

"Still need to confirm it," Lu Mian answered slowly, then asked with a faster speaking speed, "Has that art dealer Delilah returned?"

After finding the note, he had asked Bronce Solomon. According to this member of the Witch Sect, that art dealer had been led to Saint-Milon, the capital of the Feynapotter Kingdom, by a business deal, so Beatrice was able to disguise herself as her without any influence.

"She should have returned, it's been so long," Franca answered uncertainly.

She hadn't paid much attention to the whereabouts of an ordinary art dealer afterward.

"What hostel? What art dealer?" Jenna became more confused the more she listened, having to ask.

Franca explained simply, not mentioning Bronce Solomon, attributing this to an operation against the "Joyful Society."

"The problem now is, even if the 'Hostel' really is the place where those followers of evil gods gather, we don't know what it specifically refers to, or where it is," Anthony Reid said, deliberating his words.

Lu Mian exhaled slowly and said with a smile:

"Better than having no direction."

He then said to Franca:

"Ask tomorrow where the real art dealer Delilah lives. I want to visit and confirm whether that note was hers or Beatrice's."

"Okay," Franca was quite active.

On one hand, she wanted to take the opportunity to urge Bronce Solomon and ask when the assessment period would end. On the other hand, she hoped to make her own contribution to preventing the disaster.

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

Sigh, witch and the phrase "preventing disaster" don't go well together... Franca sighed in her heart.

Lu Mian looked at Anthony Reid again and thought for a moment:

"Since they are all well-behaved, then only we can be ill-behaved."

"What do you mean?" Anthony Reid roughly guessed Lu Mian's idea and confirmed it by asking a rhetorical question.

Lu Mian's smile grew wider:

"Directly capture General Philip's widow and the real controller of the 'Dream Seeker' charity organization and ask!"

ps: Asking for monthly tickets for the last two days~

(End of chapter)