The silver-haired police officer standing aside had a sharp gaze that seemed to penetrate people's hearts. After looking at Weinerson up and down, he asked in a deep voice!
"Venerer van der Rohe, is that your name?"
"I'm...Venerer van der Rohe, what's wrong?"
Weinerson's heart trembled when he heard this deterministic questioning method. In his previous life, he often watched police movies. Such questioning methods are not too unfamiliar. Generally speaking, they are only used when asking real questions. .
"You don't have to be so nervous. He's just asking questions as usual."
The leading middle-aged police officer looked at the somewhat nervous Weinerson, and he spoke gently, neither too fast nor too slow.
"Mr. van der Rohe, can you tell us what happened to you at the party three nights ago?"
"What happened?"
Weinerson took a breath secretly. He tried hard to search for the memory fragments of the original owner, but could not find any memory about the "party encounter".
"Sorry officer, I can't remember exactly."
Can not remember?
Hearing Weinerson's answer, the middle-aged police officer nodded slightly. He thought for a moment and then continued to ask.
"Do you still have memories about Clay Ting and Vercino?"
The names of these two people were very familiar. They seemed to be classmates and friends of the original owner. Weinerson tried hard to recall them for a long time, but his memory fragments seemed to be covered with a layer of gray fog and he could not remember the reason.
"No, officer, is there something wrong?"
"Three nights ago, at the Harvest Church on the banks of the Rhine, a mysterious ritual gathering was held, led by Chris Ting and Vercino. During this process, someone recited an unknown and secret taboo in an attempt to pass the ritual. Let some evil come.”
ceremony?
Evil is coming?
Weinerson suddenly remembered that in the Kingdom of Ghent, except for praying to the four gods who are kind to human beings, other secret prayer rituals are expressly prohibited, because it is very likely to attract the attention of some evil gods, and even It's coming.
In the eternity of time, it is not uncommon for evil gods to come to the continent, especially those who receive revelation through evil rituals. This situation often represents disaster and destruction.
Thinking of this, Weinerson instantly realized the seriousness of the matter. He looked into the eyes of the middle-aged police officer, considered for a second, and asked tentatively.
"Did they succeed?"
"It's half successful. They got an evil response and became slaves of the devil. Of course, they paid the price for it, the price of blood."
The young police officer standing aside said "Hey" and then looked at Weinerson with his light blue eyes.
"Mr. Van der Rohe, I have to say that you are very lucky, because you are the only one among them who has not become a slave of the devil. Aren't you going to explain this?"
explain? Let me explain to you sister!
I am a time traveler who has just traveled through time, and I don’t even understand it. How can I explain it to you?
Weinerson complained silently. Of course, he did not dare to speak his true voice, so he could only answer with a slight shake of his head.
"I'm sorry, I really forgot everything."
Weinerson captured the fragmented memories and tried to find fragments of prayers. He was once again grateful that the original owner was familiar with and understood classical literature.
"I really don't know about the secret ceremony of the party, and this memory has indeed been forgotten. Maybe my luck comes from the blessing of the Sleeping and Crimson God."
After speaking, Weinerson immediately stretched out his left hand. Relying on the fragments in his memory, he tapped his chest four times and drew a pattern symbolizing sleep and crimson.
"May God bless you and praise Crimson!"
"May God bless you 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, have we heard that Mr. Van der Rohe is an art student who is about to enter college?"
"Yes, it is my dream to get into an art university. I want to become an extraordinary art master, but something happened to me in the first year. Well, I mean... I failed."
Weinerson showed a touch of sadness on the surface, but Chen Xiuyuan, who was actually a soul, didn't take it seriously. After all, he was only admitted to college in the second year of repeating his studies.
"Sorry, it's such a sad story."
The young police officer turned his head and glanced at the middle-aged police officer beside him. After receiving a gentle nod from the other party, he adjusted his posture, slowly unfolded the yellowed sketch paper in his hand, and explained.
"After destroying the evil ritual, we found a sketch in the Harvest Church on the Rhine River, hoping to interpret the creative ideas."
"Relax, this is part of a routine checkup and an important part of making sure there's nothing wrong with you."
"No problem. I will cooperate with everything. As long as I know something, I will never hide it."
As soon as he finished speaking, almost subconsciously, he turned his attention to the sketch manuscript unfolded in the hands of the young policeman.
The small and exquisite copper horse lantern approached, and the flames clustered in the lampshade danced slightly, as if they were alive. The bright light passed through the transparent glass, and the darkness suddenly shrank away.
Drawn on the yellowed sketch paper is a combination of an octopus and a giant dragon. There are countless tentacles on the head, three eyes on each side, huge sharp claws on the limbs, and a pair of tattered and seemingly invisible claws on the back. Long formed wings.
This... pattern looks a bit familiar.
Weinerson lowered his gaze until it fell on the bronze ring on his index finger, and a crimson fire suddenly rose in his mind.
It's a ring! The pattern on the ring!
"What’s wrong with you?"
The leading middle-aged police officer looked at Weinerson, who had an uneasy expression on his face. He silently inserted his left hand into the pocket of his black windbreaker and asked.
"Mr. Vandero, you...seem something is not right?"
"Ah? Is there any?"
Weinerson suddenly realized that he had not managed his expression well just now. This was a very abnormal thing in the eyes of the night watchman.
"Yes, what were you thinking just now? Or did you hear something?"
The middle-aged police officer paused and added: "Speak out, maybe we can help you."
"Sorry, I was a little surprised just now, because the painting is really great, much better than my painting."
"You didn't paint this painting?"
"Of course, the owner of the original painting is very talented in art. Frankly speaking, if I could have painted it like this, maybe I wouldn't have failed."
Weinerson changed his words in an instant. Now even a fool can see that the focus of the Night Watch has been on this sketch from the beginning. Once he admits that he drew it, he is likely to be directly detained by them. , such an obvious pit, you will definitely not jump into it.
"you sure?"
"I'm sure, officer!"
Weinerson insisted that sometimes refusing to admit is the best way to solve a problem. Of course, this requires skill and luck, just like now.
"Hey, do you think we are idiots?"
Hollington, who had a mustache, couldn't help but take over the words and then interjected.
"The police officers have investigated clearly. Of all the people who attended the party this time, only you, Venusson Van der Rohe, is an art student. Hmm, you are so good at telling such a clumsy lie without even thinking about it!"
"I'm not lying, I really didn't draw this sketch."
Weinerson responded calmly to the words and eyes of the Hollington policeman. Regarding this sketch, he really couldn't remember whether he drew it himself.
"Maybe there's someone else."
At this time, the leading middle-aged police officer smiled and shook his head, and then said gently: "A lot of times, if there is something, there is something, and if there is nothing, there is nothing. We only need to use some special methods to know that in the face of the truth, all lies are nothing." There’s no way to hide.”
