The door of the gray old house is ajar and can be opened without a key.
It was a mess inside, with debris scattered everywhere, as if it had been robbed.
Valentine looked around and said:
"Someone removed valuable items from here."
He saw that several rooms on the first floor had their doors open and were empty, and there were traces of heavy boxes on the ground.
"We are still too late. The client's companions should have discovered the abnormality and transferred in advance."
The half-breed Imre breathed out.
The "Purifiers" spread out and started searching in this small space.
Not long after, Angoulême picked up a few pieces of white paper that had fallen on the edge of the stairs, lifted them up, and looked at the sun carefully.
Then, he took out one of the sheets and quickly scribbled on it with the half-cut pencil he carried.
Some traces gradually became prominent, and several complete words were outlined:
"Albert Goncourt...underground...riots...time..."
"Albert Goncourt..." Imre looked at the paper in the deacon's hand and frowned unconsciously.
Albert Goncourt was the mastermind of the Trier riots six years ago, one of the leaders of the Carbonari Party, and the leader of the largest anti-government armed force.
Angoulême said nothing and signaled the team members to continue working.
After completing the search on the first and second floors, they followed the stairs to the low cellar.
At the end of the cellar there is a door made of black iron with a brass lock core.
Angouleme patted the gray-white humanoid machine following him, and placed the brass key obtained from Chelia Bello in its right palm.
Immediately afterwards, Angouleme turned several knobs on the humanoid machine.
More white mist erupted from the high-energy phlogiston backpack behind the gray-white robot. They drove the dull machine forward step by step, inserting the brass key into the lock cylinder according to the preset height.
Seeing such a scene, the mixed-race Imre said sincerely:
"Deacon, you are really the judge, no, the whole church, the one who likes to use mechanical creation the most."
Angouleme glanced at this subordinate who was always a little casual and said:
"I don't mind if it is produced by the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery, I only care if it is useful.
"If the robot breaks down, you only need to repair it or replace it. If you break down, I will have to grant you a pension, and you will have to face the tears of your relatives and friends."
Several "Purifiers" could hear the hidden meaning of love in the deacon's words, and they all smiled and turned their attention to the gray-white humanoid machine.
That is to say, this thing can only be used to move things and hammer nails. It can barely walk and run. It cannot do any detailed or mental operations, and its sustainability is not enough. Otherwise, they can save a lot of trouble.
Click, the robot turned the brass key and pushed open the heavy iron-black door.
A thin mist suddenly rushed to the door, constantly distorting the body, highlighting one face after another that seemed to be real and like a rubbing.
The faces were made of white mist, full of malice and pain.
They bit madly and cursed the humanoid mechanical creation that opened the door, but the other party remained unmoved.
The bright sunshine fell one after another, quickly clearing away the fog behind the black iron gate.
As the fog disappeared, the specific appearance there appeared in the eyes of Valentine and others.
It was a small sacrificial venue, with a half-height platform made of gray and black stones in the middle.
After repeatedly confirming that there were no hidden dangers, Angouleme walked in with the robot.
He saw that the top of the gray-black altar was supposed to be inlaid with something, but it had been removed, leaving only a shallow and narrow mark.
"A ring?" Angoulême speculated in a low voice.
...........
Market District, No. 3 Baiyi Street, in front of Apartment 601.
In the bright sunshine, Franca was wearing a delicate shirt with a large number of lace flowers on the collar and cuffs and her favorite off-white breeches. She was wearing a pair of slippers and looked at Lumian and said:
"Why are you here again?"
Without waiting for Lumian to respond, she raised her hand and said:
"If you become a 'Muggle', I'll welcome you!"
Lumian forced his way into the room, glanced left and right and said:
"I have something to ask you."
"What's going on?" Franca was a little scared for no reason, "Can't you just wait for the party? There should be one next week."
Lumian laughed:
"Would you like to go to Chaillot and go to the Red House Cafe?"
"The Red House Cafe where women's happy parties are often held?" Franka asked in surprise.
Oh, I remembered it right away. You talk about it often, right? Lumian responded with a smile:
"Yes."
Franka shook her head:
"Forget it, just think about it. There is no need to really go. That would be too decadent. I have to control myself and not indulge in desires or completely indulge myself."
Having said this, she looked at Lumian and said in a critical tone:
"You don't want to disguise yourself as a woman and sneak into the happy party by relying on your 'lie' and the transformation magic, do you want to experience it?"
Lumian mocked back:
"Did you really think about it before you thought I was going to do this?
"Something serious!"
He recounted another failure of the "Rose School" and his own concerns, and then said:
"So-and-so from the 'Blissful Society' said that they have been in contact with members of the 'Moment Society' and 'Narcissus Society', which are the participants of the women's happy party in the Red Room, and want to develop them into believers of the 'Mother Tree of Desire' .
"If we follow this line, we might be able to find the hidden core members of the 'Blessed Society', and at least kill Miple Meyer and those who know Suzanne Mattis's approximate plan."
"Besides, this cannot be left to the official Beyonders. Once you ask something, you will be exposed." Franka nodded lightly.
She then said with a serious and solemn face:
"Since it's business, I must go."
After saying that, she was full of energy and asked with high spirits:
"When are you going? Do you know the time of the party and the conditions for invitation?"
"This is the purpose of today. You go to the Red House Cafe to drink coffee for one to two hours, show off your feminine charm in a subtle way, and see if it will attract same-sex chats. Or, observe the guests there and find out who are suspected of participating in a happy party. Women who are readers take the initiative to talk and establish connections, laying the foundation for subsequent in-depth understanding." Although Lumian was impatient,
But I still know that this kind of thing must not be rushed, and must be done step by step according to a certain process.
Franka nodded heavily:
"no problem."
Lumian took out the "Lie" in the shape of a silver necklace, handed it to Franka and said:
"You can use it to change your hair color and eye color, and fine-tune your facial features. In short, you can't use the real look. What if Maip Meier is hiding in the dark? I can recognize you from the old Pigeon Cage Theater at a glance. Current boss!”
As soon as Franka put on "Lie", she couldn't wait to say:
"Let's go now!"
Lumian raised his lips:
"I forgot to tell you that the negative effect of this magical item is to amplify the emotions of the wearer."
"Uh..." Franka was stunned for a moment, "No wonder I suddenly became anxious!"
Lumian smiled and added:
"Emotions that are not there will not be amplified."
"..." Franka gritted her teeth and said, "My desire to punch you has also been magnified."
Lumian stopped laughing and explained the functions and precautions of "lies" seriously.
Franka walked to the full-length mirror and looked at her hair color quickly turning black, her pupils dark brown, her skin becoming more delicate, and her lines softer.
Compared with her original flamboyant beauty, she is now a little more calm and appears more mature. Her facial features tend to be delicate, and the overall appearance has an indescribable charm.
Franka stared blankly at the figure in the mirror and didn't speak for a long time.
"It's very different from your real appearance, but you're pretty and charming enough." Lumian commented cogently.
He originally wanted to say that he had the charm of a witch, but he chose not to irritate Franka.
Franka suddenly came back to her senses, silently changed into a pair of non-red boots, and walked towards the door step by step.
After entering the corridor, she really woke up and glanced at Lumian beside her:
"You gave me the 'lie', how do you disguise yourself as a woman and rely on that transformation magic?
"Who said I have to disguise myself as a woman?" Lumian replied funny.
He took Franka to the new safe house on Nightingale Street, took out a brown ritual dog skin, and wrapped it around himself.
Then he chanted in a low voice in Hermetic: "Dog!"
A dark light suddenly rose from the ritual dog's skin, completely enveloping Lumian in it.
A moment later, a large dog with brown fur appeared in the room.
Franka, who had black hair and brown eyes, looked a little stunned.
She finally understood how Lumian monitors the situation in the Red House Cafe!
After a while, Franka asked curiously:
“What does it feel like to be a big dog?
"Do you really have no psychological burden?"
The big dog with brown and yellow fur gave Franka a blank look and opened its mouth: "Woof!"
Are you stupid? Do you think dogs can talk and answer your questions?
Franca "tsk", took the big brown dog that Lumian had transformed into, hired a taxi and headed for the town of Chaillot, located west of Lavini Pier.
Along the way, Lumian wanted to bite this guy several times, because from time to time she curiously touched the big dog's fur, belly and head, trying to find out what was different from a real dog.
More than an hour later, the four-wheeled two-seater carriage stopped outside the town of Chaillot.
When Franka paid the fare of 2 felgins, Lumian jumped off on his own, pretending to be a strange dog unrelated to her, and searched for the Red House Cafe on the street filled with the smell of fermented grapes.
Soon he arrived at the house near the forest of Donlogne.
It is not completely red, but has a bright, mushroom-like red roof. The main body of the building is off-white, and there are multiple graffiti in bold colors on the walls.
Lumian found a place to lie down near the door of the Red House Cafe, and quietly watched Franka walk in as a black-haired beauty.
