I draw a card first

Chapter 99 Mrs. Yulia

The beating flame of the kerosene lamp suddenly exploded a little bit of light, dimming the light suddenly.

After all, the old man who chose to be soft moved a wooden antique stool, sat face to face with Aiwen, and told his story.

In fact, it is not complicated to say.

A family that has been exposed to antiques for generations cannot avoid coming into contact with some strange and ancient items.

Some of them seem to be the pranks of the ancients, and there is not much practical significance except that they are strange, but there are some items that are real and have some indescribable strange powers!
That was more than 50 years ago.

At that time, the old antique (crooked) dealer named Ze Ruiwen was just a teenager. He had two parents and had been running the antique business for generations. His life should be considered very happy. However, one stormy night, the antiques sent for appraisal by a stranger turned out to be... Completely changed his destiny!

"It's a statue that looks like some kind of creature. The black texture should be obsidian."

Obviously, the shape of that creature should be very "chic", or have other meanings, because Aiwen found that the old man couldn't help but tremble when he recalled it.

However, he did not interrupt the other party and listened quietly to the old man's story.

"I can't determine the age, I can't determine the craftsmanship. This strange statue makes my father feel very troublesome."

"Maybe he made a mistake while busy. Suddenly, my father accidentally cut his finger on a sharp part at the bottom of the statue. Blood dripped on the statue. After that, the nightmare began!"

Firmly holding the metal plate in his hand, the suddenly agitated old man gritted his teeth, but finally heaved a sigh of relief and gave a wry smile.

"Anyway, we were attacked by a group of winged monsters whose exact appearance was unclear in the darkness. I was the only one left in our family of seven."

"A group of strange people found me who was almost insane, treated me, and gave me such an amulet, saying that it is a treasure that can defend against monster attacks."

Ai Wen stretched out his hand. Although the old man was a little unwilling, he obediently handed the "talisman" into his hand.

Taking out the pocket watch for comparison, the two are indeed very similar.

The only difference is that the pattern on the "talisman" should be smoother and more reasonable in structure. Compared with the pattern on the pocket watch, it looks more like a poor imitation.

"Do you know any other news, about those monsters or those people?"

Throwing the so-called "talisman" to the other party again, watching him carefully stuff it into his arms, Ivan suddenly thought about it.

If he didn't feel wrong, although that thing had a little power, it didn't seem to be strong at all.

Not to mention resisting the enemy's attack, it is estimated that even if all of them erupt, they may not even be able to kill the weakest skeleton soldiers.

All in all, it's either just a fake, or it has some kind of strange bonus effect on those so-called monsters.

"At least we have a rough target, monsters and people who can make amulets?"

After finding the answer, he didn't make things too difficult for the other party. He turned and left under the other party's perturbed eyes. He still had an appointment.

Keeping a lady waiting is not a gentleman's job.

Back in the house, arrange the items, make coffee, and wait for everything to be ready. The black hands of the huge grandfather clock finally point to the top.

Time is up.

The other party is obviously a very punctual person. Ivan just glanced outside, and suddenly found a carriage slowly approaching and finally stopped in front of the house.

In a place out of sight, there was a slight sound of female footsteps beside the carriage, and then they began to approach the door.

dong dong dong.
There were three light knocks, and through the shattered hazy stained glass on the door, one could clearly see a figure standing outside the door.

Standing up and opening the door, looking at the woman standing at the door, Aiwen, who was originally calm, raised his eyebrows suddenly, and asked in surprise:
"Lady Julia?"

"Yes, is it Mr. Ivan?"

"Of course, apart from me, the only one who can appear here is probably the thief."

After telling a bad joke, Ivan let Mrs. Yulia into the room sideways and served her a cup of coffee.

After watching the other party thank you for the result, he put his legs sideways on the sofa in a standard ladylike sitting posture, and someone suddenly thought about it.

No way, the "Ms. Yulia" in front of him was really beyond his expectations. How should I put it... mainly because she was too young and a little bit prettier, and it would not be an exaggeration to praise an angel who fell into the mortal world.

She is tall and slender, about 1.7 meters tall, with shoulder-length brown hair and charming red eyes that people will notice at first sight.

Fair and delicate skin, exquisite and perfect facial features like a work of art, and a seemingly slender skeleton, but it sets off the plump figure even more devilishly.
Coupled with the long black dress, black gloves, and the translucent black gauze that vaguely covered the part above the nose that she wore as a widow, this attire not only did not damage her charm at all, but made her look even more pitiful and beautiful.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't match up with Aiwen's inherent thinking, which is completely a middle-aged woman template, and the sky is the "Mrs. Yulia" of a middle-aged noble lady template.

It is even said that this is a female star who deliberately fooled herself in order to make a movie, and Ivan even feels more reliable.

"Madam is a nobleman?"

Someone asked tentatively, and immediately got an expected answer
—a Viscount.

Although she inherited her late husband's family title, Lady Yulia, who came from a noble family, seemed to be so perfect and impeccable no matter from which angle she looked.

Well, except that he was a little cold, but his husband just died, which is understandable.

So, here comes the problem. Aiwen's current role-playing identity is a funny detective whose main job is to find lost pets and catch extramarital affairs.

Such a noble, beautiful lady wanted to investigate the cause of the death of her husband who was a viscount, how could she find him?
Could it be that there is something special about this identity itself?
Or is it because the strength is too rubbish, that's why he was deliberately selected by the opponent to become a chess piece that leads to something?

"Interesting, started with lies and mysteries?"

Countless thoughts kept churning in his mind, with a faint smile on his face, Ai Wen stretched out his hand and made a gesture of please.

Well, please tell your (probably made up) story.

"You, you should know about the serial murder case some time ago?"

Mrs. Yulia looked around at the still messy surroundings, then looked at Ivan and sighed softly.

"My deceased husband was very unfortunate because he happened to go out in a carriage at night due to certain matters, but he was brutally killed!"

Although it was telling a sad story, Alvin felt very keenly that there didn't seem to be much sadness behind the expression of the woman in front of him.

In this weird situation, is the other party numb because he has been overly sad?Still. After paying a little attention, as a good listener, he did not interrupt the other party and listened to the other party very seriously.

At least the sound is nice, so it’s not a loss, right?

After talking about the antecedents, the important point came soon. The madam who lowered her head suddenly took a deep breath.

"The police department said that the mental patient killed this morning was the murderer of my husband, but I will never believe such an absurd conclusion."

"With his physique of practicing swordsmanship all the year round, plus an elite guard, how could he die so easily at the hands of a lunatic?"

Perhaps recalling something, she raised her voice slightly at this time.

"Although there is no substantive evidence, I hope you can help me find the real murderer of my husband. I will make him pay the price he deserves!"

After all this, as if some kind of sadness was touched in my heart, a touch of moisture suddenly emerged from the corners of Mrs. Yulia's eyes.

This made her perfect face suddenly show a trace of haggardness, and the fragility revealed in an instant is enough to break through the psychological defense of any normal man
(End of this chapter)