Facts have proven that when your mood is better, it is easier for you to be affected by your mood, and it is easier for you to encounter things that affect your mood, so your mood will become worse.
So the better the mood, the worse the mood.
All in all, Lawrence, who had temporarily transformed himself into a middle-aged and elderly person, returned to his home, but his mood did not get better, but instead sank.
He noticed that something was not quite right.
".what happened?"
The house was in a mess, as if it had just been visited by robbers. The door was open and creaked with the cold night wind.
Lawrence went to Webster's studio to take another look, and found that Webster's studio was in the same state, and it didn't look like anyone was living in it at all.
Lawrence became uneasy. He knew that Teacher Verrocchio and he were both decent people who also loved hygiene and would never let his house fall into such a mess.
What happened at this singularity?
Since it is a singularity, there must be "speciality", and there is no such thing as the singularity of this singularity.
If you think about it carefully, it is probably very possible.
Not to boast, Lawrence understood that the era in which he lived was actually very important in laying the foundation for modern human science. Because a very important event for modern art happened in this era, that is, the Renaissance.
He is a key figure in the early Renaissance, and so is Mr. Verrocchio. If he wants to "take action" on this era and the Renaissance, he and Mr. Verrocchio are indeed the most conspicuous targets, as well as Loren. Zuo, he was also a key figure in the Renaissance, and probably the most crucial one.
Shaking his head vigorously, Lawrence sighed and walked into his house.
I have been away from the house for who knows how long.
While walking through the house, Lawrence saw the olive tree in his yard and the swing hanging on the olive tree, where he and Hallie had made a lifelong decision. Ah, this time has not come yet.
But the swing was broken, and even the wooden board used to sit on it had been stepped on.
Lawrence's mood worsened.
Who on earth did this to his own house?
The door of his own house is also open, so where are his people during his lifetime?
Without much hesitation, Lawrence raised a hand, and a gem appeared in Lawrence's palm. With the injection of Lawrence's magic, the gem glowed, illuminating the road ahead of Lawrence.
But when he stood at the door, he paused for a moment.
"Lu Silan, am I back?"
There was a hint of temptation in his voice, and he seemed to be talking to himself.
He was a little cautious.
Holding the gem in his hand, he walked into the house.
Just like the courtyard, the interior of the room was also in a mess. Things in the hall were rummaged around, and the paintings he hung on the wall were missing.
In the middle of the studio lay two smashed easels, and the workbench he used to sculpt was also damaged.
A waste of natural resources.
I spent a lot of floras to buy that.
Although this place did not belong to this Lawrence, he still felt a little distressed.
Shaking his head and leaving the studio, Lawrence walked along the corridor to the only bedroom on the first floor.
This is Luslan's room.
After a slight hesitation, Lawrence opened the door of Luslan's bedroom.
The familiar furnishings have just been turned over. I don’t know who turned them over, but there are generally no changes. Lu Silan is in his memory. After all, he is just a servant. For those who made a mess in their house, For people, compared to the servant's room, the room upstairs belonging to Lawrence is probably more important.
After wandering around Lu Silan's room for a while, Lawrence found nothing, but some familiar objects that Lu Silan left in the room made him a little emotional.
After closing the door of Luslan's room, Lawrence sighed again, with complicated eyes.
Lu Silan. Who are you?
I knew at the beginning that there was something wrong with Lu Silan. This mysterious man was like a monitor, living in the history of the seven annos. He was born with the birth of anno, and died with the death of anno. It seems that the meaning of existence is to monitor annos, but...
Something is different.
He seemed to be sincerely helping the annos.
As a valet, he served Annuo all his life, and as a housekeeper, he accompanied his art and medical career. As a doctor, he provided a lot of help to Zuo Cun. He even fought side by side with Ocean and beat Serly hard for Nourla. Mu gave a meal to his unworthy descendant, and together with Xiang An, he led the army to fight with dedication, and fulfilled his duties as an official of Uruk.
It's so complicated, so complicated that it really looks like a living person.
Lawrence opened the door to Luslan's room again, took a look inside, closed it again, and pinched the bridge of his nose.
You'd better go upstairs and take a look yourself.
Lu Silan's question cannot be answered even if he stays here. It is difficult to find the answer anywhere.
Climbing to the second floor, Lawrence found his office.
I brought Aunt Anna to this mansion at the end of 1469. In other words, the current office is really just an office.
After bringing Aunt Anna here, I have been living in the office.
Ah. Now, not only Aunt Anna is still alive, but Uncle Fedino is also still alive.
He opened the door to his studio, which was undoubtedly empty. It was also messed up. All the artworks he placed in the office, whether they were his own or those of other artists he collected, were missing.
So was it really a thief?
Lawrence thought for a while and then rejected the idea.
If it's impossible, go and look elsewhere.
Looking at the empty corridor, Lawrence only felt a little uncomfortable.
Uncle Fedino and Aunt Anna are still alive, but the range of the singularity is only Florence, and it is probably that it has not reached the small town of Fargo, and other people in his studio
By this time, the child Manlio should have been rescued by himself. I wonder if he is okay now?
After visiting his room, Lawrence only felt that he had more doubts and his mood became worse.
What happened? My house was searched like this. All the artworks were missing. Some of my personal belongings were taken away, and many of the furnishings were destroyed.
He came to his bedroom, cleaned up, put away the messy furniture, and wanted to lie down on the bed and rest.
Snapped.
He felt a tap on his shoulder.
"Yo!"
"Ahhhh!!!"
Lawrence, who was nervous and exhausted, was so frightened that he screamed.
