While he was watching in trance, Weinerson suddenly frowned slightly and glanced at the warning room next to him.
"what sound?"
The dark brown wooden door trembled slightly, as if something was pressing against the door in the warning room.
Weinerson remained cautious and did not open the door directly. After all, he had witnessed Besik's tragic experience with his own eyes.
This world is full of uncertain pollution. If the thing inside is not a human being, if you open it rashly, it is likely to be directly contaminated...
"Tap tap! tap tap!"
At this moment, the crisp sound of high heels stepping on the floor came from outside the door, and at the same time, a long and narrow shadow vaguely appeared at the door of the arched door.
"somebody is coming?"
He glanced left and right, and in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he quickly wrapped his aura with spiritual power, and then hid on the other side of the holy prayer platform with a quick step.
Tap! Tap!
The sound of high-heeled shoes is getting closer and closer. The people outside the door have entered the church and are closing the distance little by little.
I shouldn't be discovered now... Well, no, I'm not a thief, why are I hiding?
Weinerson glanced furtively sideways and saw a middle-aged woman wearing a pure white lace dress.
She has a rather exotic look, with deep-set eye sockets, pretty lips, a small snub nose, and some faint spots on her face.
She is...Lukashi?
That female receptionist at Yulda's housing registry?
What was she doing at the Serenity Church in North Cross? I remember that she seemed to believe in the God of Sleep and Crimson.
Weinerson, who was huddled under the prayer table, was stunned for a moment, and instantly recalled the scene when he changed houses before. This rather snobbish lady left a big impression on him.
She came here. Did she find me? Being wrapped in spiritual power should have a certain amount of hidden power.
Lukashi stopped at the door of the warning room, with a slight smile on her lips. She gently stretched out her hand and opened the brown wooden door with a creak. Immediately, a thick arm covered with black hair stretched out from the warning room and pulled her in.
"That was a man's arm just now?"
As his thoughts were spinning, Weinerson snapped his fingers, and the spirituality wrapped in mental power spread out. In the dark warning room, two auras of red, orange, and turbid purple were very close to each other.
When I first encountered the supernatural, I had sketched similar mystical knowledge in my mind.
Remember that red aura seems to represent anger, love, hatred and unpredictable changes.
It mainly affects the circulatory system and reproductive system. When it appears in the human body, it often means that the aura owner is nervous, aggressive, impulsive or overly excited?
Orange represents warmth, innovation and passion. It is a symbol of courage, happiness and sociability.
Purple...turbid purple represents strong sexual fantasies?
After Weinerson interpreted the color representation of these two masses of gas, his expression became a little strange. He cautiously approached the wooden door and cursed:
Uh...it can't be what I think?
"Lukaxi, my baby, you are finally here." A deep male voice sounded from behind the door.
"I was originally on duty today, so I temporarily changed with Little Tom. By the way, didn't you say you had a gift for me?"
"Can you guess? It's definitely something you like."
"I like bright and precious things, just like the gems inlaid everywhere in this church, but it's a pity that I can't get them?" Lukashi said slightly disappointed.
"Baby, you know, the Crusaders of Light patrol and inspect every week. This is the clergy team of the Holy See of Light. I also want to take off the gems above and give them to you, but if you are charged with blasphemy, what will happen to us? unpredictable."
The deep male voice paused, then changed the topic and said with some ostentation, "I went to Hutton Mar two days ago, attended a party, and bought a blasphemous playing card from it. Profanity cards worth £1,200."
"It's so expensive!"
Ugh, so expensive!
Lukashi and Weinerson expressed the same meaning while sighing secretly.
Irene, Mies, and Gropius have been working for several years, and their total salary for a year is only 200 pounds. In other words, they need to work for 6 consecutive years, and it is only equivalent to the price of a blasphemy card? In fact, 1,200 pounds is enough for a bachelor to live well for 15 years. Thinking of this, Weinerson couldn't help but be speechless.
"No, it's not expensive. The blasphemous cards that allow people to touch extraordinary powers are worth this price. Of course, they are only the initial sequence. High-sequence ones are even more expensive and can hardly be measured in gold pounds."
As this vigorous man spoke, the color of his turbid purple aura became a little brighter, and he moved closer to the red-orange aura next to him. Weinerson guessed that he had already started some actions.
"The gift you told me was to give me this blasphemous card?" Lukashi asked tentatively.
"Of course, I also bought a bottle of turtle soup potion from the party. I guarantee that you will be satisfied today." The man breathed heavily, as if he could hardly bear it anymore.
"Hate it, wait until I take off the stockings. 25 French dollars a pair, very expensive." Lukashi's voice suddenly became much softer.
Turtle soup...can't be that kind of thing, right? Weinerson was a little confused.
"...No need to take it off, you look even more charming now." This magnetic male voice stopped Lukashi. After seven or eight seconds, the two colors intertwined together.
Holy shit, what's going on, why do I suddenly feel like I'm watching a pornographic film?
And you are still in a holy church, this pure white one, so you are really not afraid of blaspheming the goddess of light... The corner of Wei Nasen's mouth twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but complain in his heart.
He watched the red swim up from the orange, producing green and pink, and then the turbid purple suddenly burst out, swallowing up all the colors, and the emotions of both parties instantly turned into a ball of fire.
"Well...be gentle..."
Lukashi groaned, which was immediately covered by violent gasps. While listening, Weinerson judged the "communication situation" between the two from the change in the color of the aura.
"God, forget about this... peeping is too indecent." Weinerson was so ashamed that his face was blushing at this moment. He picked up the box in his hand and was about to leave.
As soon as he finished speaking, the black suitcase suddenly made a clang and hit the brown wooden door, causing a gap to open between the door panel and the door frame.
As the gap grew larger, light poured into the confessional like a flood, illuminating a wooden bed and a naked middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man half-bent his body and pressed Lukashi, whose skirt was half-undressed, under him. The action was quite intense.
For a moment, this dazzling atmosphere suddenly solidified, and the three of them were stunned, especially the middle-aged man and Lukashi under him.
A few seconds later, the strong man stared at his red eyes and roared at Weinerson who was standing at the door:
"You son of a bitch, you ruined the holy exorcism operation of the Holy See of Light!"
In the echoing roar, the entire church was instantly enveloped in spiritual power, and a black shadow quickly fled the scene.
Warm sunshine was shining from high in the sky. Weinerson was carrying a black suitcase and walking on the wide road.
"I never thought that one day I would encounter such a bloody plot as an affair."
However, I wrapped my whole body with mental power at that time and had a certain degree of avoidance. Ms. Lukashi probably did not recognize me.
Muttering in his heart, Weinerson had already reached the red light district.
The orange-red roof and chimney are the main symbols of this entertainment venue. On the one hand, it is easy to be seen by travelers. On the other hand, it is said that the boss behind the scenes likes orange.
Suddenly, he saw a figure sitting under the plane tree directly in front of him, hugging his knees, with a wooden easel in front of him.
This is an extremely beautiful woman, with lazy blond hair, snow-white skin, and a graceful posture.
At this time, she was looking at the easel intently, holding a brush in her hand, as if she was painting something on the ground.
Weinerson did not speak, but quietly moved to the side of the woman. He turned his head slightly and cast his gaze over her.
The canvas depicts one after another colors, which overlap and intersect, like a brilliant rainbow.
After an unknown amount of time passed, the woman raised the arm holding the paintbrush and stretched lazily.
"It's a beautiful oil painting. Is it modern?" Weinerson made a praising voice.
"Thank you!" The woman turned her head, looked at the man with long brown hair, and smiled in greeting.
"The great painter Elden said that color is the most elusive impression in the world. Don't try to control it, you can only understand it bit by bit."
Weinerson smiled: "Yes, that's right!"
"Have you heard this sentence before?" The woman laughed, and immediately sniffed, then frowned slightly and said:
"It smells like alcohol!"
"I just passed by the bar and had a beer." Weinerson said naturally.
"It doesn't matter, I don't hate alcohol. Well... Judging from your dress, are you going to Hutton Mar?" the woman said very familiarly, which was not in line with her own temperament.
"No, it's reading."
"College students, Faslanca has several college students every year, and so did my fiancé. He told me before that he would come back after college. It has been six years now, but unfortunately he has never come back."
"I'm sorry for reminding you of bad things." Weinerson bowed slightly and apologized.
"I've long been used to it, and I'm relieved." She put down the brush and stood up.
"I heard that in college, you can choose a subject of your choice. Can you tell me?"
"Art, I once studied art."
Weinerson said with some shame, "It's a pity that I failed. Now I'm in another major, and I'm not sure whether I will like it."
"The art is great!"
A smile appeared on the woman's face:
"It doesn't matter. Although I failed in art, I'm still admitted to college, right? That... college student, I suddenly want to paint a portrait for you, is that okay? It won't take up too much of your time."
"Well, okay." Weinerson originally wanted to refuse, but after thinking for a moment, he nodded slightly and said yes.
The smile on the woman's face became brighter. She stretched out her slender white arms as if to give the other person a hug, but then she immediately took her hand back and coughed slightly:
"Nice to meet you. My name is Faye Edwardna. What's yours?" She said as she picked up the brush and quickly replaced it with a new sketch paper on the easel.
"My name is Vinerthan van der Rohe."
