Only the candle in the center of the round table was lit. In the dim candlelight, one could barely see the surrounding scene clearly. The bookshelves were embedded in the walls and filled with countless exquisite books.
There was a figure sitting on the gorgeous main seat. Under the huge hood, the person's perfect chin and bright red lips could barely be seen clearly. It was vaguely possible to tell that she looked like a woman. The scent of tobacco filled her nose.
The pattern of three silver moons floated above the candles. There were no windows in the room, so it was difficult to notice the passage of time. In the lingering fog, a black figure could be vaguely seen in every position.
"The puppet's sensory seal has lost its connection. I'm afraid it's due to the suppression effect of the recycling bin. The museum acted really fast."
A woman's voice sounded in the empty room, and the shadows were illusory, as if someone who was not a real person was speaking.
The woman at the main seat remained calm. She tapped her fingers on the table. The straight and slender fingers were smeared with blood-red color.
"The results of it?"
The person in the other seat spoke.
"Soothsayer."
"Yes, sir."
The man who responded took out a transparent crystal ball from under his black robe. There was chaos inside the ball. With a low murmur, it gradually lit up. The silver moon pattern above the candle was changing and suddenly became illusory. What's going on? Fragmented images were flickering, only covered with a hazy mist.
A black pupil opened, and the picture gradually became clear at this moment. It seemed that someone was walking on the infinitely wide green lawn, and the laughter of children could be heard. Farther away, there was a luxurious mansion. The strange thing is that there is blood dripping from above.
Suddenly, as if the screen was switching, I saw a floor-to-ceiling window. It was pouring rain. Amidst the lightning and thunder, I could vaguely see the image of a person suspended in the air, with a rope connected to the head and shaking gently.
Gray-white mist rises, and a black figure stands at the end of the distant corridor, and the picture is quickly approaching, approaching... and finally, the bloody eye pupil is attached.
The picture ends here, and behind it is a white area like thick fog, and nothing can be seen.
The red fingertips tapped on the table, making a "tap-tat-tat" sound, making the already weird atmosphere even more depressing.
"Is there a situation in Ronark City?"
Someone couldn't help but ask first.
"The target is missing. We have sent people to look for it, but..."
"Shut up!"
The woman on the throne finally spoke. She seemed to dislike hearing someone talk about the situation in Ronark City. The man understood that he had said the wrong thing and quickly lowered his head in silence.
Returning to chaos, the pattern on the candle turned into the original appearance of the three-wheeled silver moon.
"you."
She raised her red fingernail and tapped someone sitting next to her. The person who was tapped turned her head and waited for the order to be given.
“To answer the longing.”
"Yes, Witch-sama."
She lowered her head and responded. When she raised her head again, the round table in front of her had disappeared, and it was a familiar room again. The light above her head illuminated the room brightly.
The depressing atmosphere also disappeared with the end of the meeting. She suddenly slumped down on the table, lifted her black hood, and revealed her foreign summer face.
Chu Dong sat in a daze for a while, rubbed his sore shoulders, then stood up, stepped over the stiff body lying on the ground, and walked directly towards the bathroom.
The mirror became hazy due to the fog. I casually took the towel and wiped it. Then I looked at the stains on the towel, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the blood-stained trash can in a long-range parabola.
She held the sink with both hands and stared blankly at herself in the mirror. There was no expression on her cold face. Only she knew the pain and struggle hidden under the cold mask.
"Can anyone... come and save me."
No one responded, only the reflection in the mirror remained expressionless.
If praying is helpful...
Chu Dong snorted coldly, raised her hand and took off the black eye mask. There was a light mark on her face due to wearing it all year round. She turned on the faucet and washed her face with ice water. The cold winter made her shiver. .
When he raised his head again, there was a white and gray pupil in his other eye, with a pattern of three silver moons in the pupil.
Thump thump thump.
There was the sound of people going upstairs outside the wall. The steps were steady and neither arrogant nor impetuous. According to her observation, the sound should come from the detective named Ivel.
"Again... I got home so late."
She glanced at the clock and whispered casually.
He tied the blindfold back on and tiptoed quietly to the door. Hearing the sound of a key unlocking from the next door, Chudong secretly opened the door a crack and only saw Evel's back entering the room.
The door was quickly closed.
Looking at the dirty windbreaker and the blood-stained and smelly lining, Jiang Chenchuan could only sigh silently. This is the tragedy of being a single social creature. After working outside for a whole day, after returning from life and death, he still has to wash clothes and cook by himself.
pain.
He didn't even bother to turn on the light. He put the things down casually and relied on muscle memory to collapse on the sofa. Although his body was not injured, today's fight with the wild beast did consume too much strength, and he felt exhausted and weak. , even caused him to waver a little when facing the "original sin", but soon, his loose emotions were overtaken by responsibility and anger.
The control manager's clown doll was put into the recycling bin, and its violent knocking could be heard along the way. Until it entered the museum, there was no sound inside the box.
The silver needle that controls welcome seems to come at the expense of the manager's mental strength. After an outbreak, he cannot use that trick again.
Yas fell to the ground due to exhaustion, but the people from the medical department said that as long as he rested and recuperated for a period of time, he would be fine. However, only some of the innocent spectators survived and are currently receiving treatment from the medical department.
The most pitiable thing is that only Reina not only failed to cooperate well, but also almost lost her own life, but she was not afraid of backing down at all. Instead, after experiencing the incident, she became full of interest in the mysterious alchemy.
Ethan was helpless by her and promised to let her attend a few classes at the Alchemy Institute when he had time to experience the charm of mechanical alchemy.
If we have to talk about miracles, Toler Kress is one. He had his throat slit by Kevin Coscolin and was randomly burned by the fire of hell. He actually survived. Ethan even said that he was lucky. Favored, with his last breath left, until Jiang Chenchuan left, he was still rescuing her in the operating room.
The snow stopped falling, and the silver moon hung in the sky. Jiang Chenchuan slowly closed his eyes, and endless fatigue surged into his heart. For some reason, he had an uneasy premonition that everything today was just...
Just the beginning.
