Mysterious Catastrophe

In the darkness, there is a little bit of blue light, like stars, but it gives people a sense of swirl like the sea.

The dark red door is extremely realistic, and it seems that the wooden texture on it can be clearly seen. The door is half-open, and there seems to be a mysterious light source overflowing from the inside...

'It's slightly off, it feels like watching Secret Biography, but it's very light... a little lighter than "Song of the Workers". '

Aaron said something to himself.

He inexplicably guessed that that Sisyphus Solo was very likely to be an Extraordinary, and even used some mysterious techniques in the creation of this oil painting.

"Do you like this painting too?"

William Mark praised: "Mr. Solo is a realistic painter, but although this 'door' is extremely realistic and reveals his profound sketch skills, the darkness and light source give me a mysterious sense of abstraction... ..."

"Thank you for your appreciation. Sisyphus will be very happy to know."

At this time, a middle-aged man with curly gray hair and a round face walked over in a formal suit.

"Aaron, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Xilin!"

William Mark introduced both parties.

"Mr. Juggs, do you want to buy this 'door'?" Xilin smiled very kindly: "Only 20 pounds, this is my friendly price!"

Aaron thought about it, and felt that it was indeed not expensive, and it involved mystery. He just took this opportunity to get to know Sisyphus and get in touch with another mysterious circle.

William Mark looked around with doubts on his face: "How come you didn't see Sisyphus Solo on such an important day?"

Cillin's expression became unnatural in an instant, and he took out a white handkerchief from his pocket to wipe away the sweat that didn't exist: "When I was about to go out today, Sisyphus suddenly encountered something and was invited by Glamorgan to investigate... ..."

He lowered his voice, but he didn't lie. After all, the news would spread soon, and there was no point in lying.

"What's the reason?" William Mark was suddenly dissatisfied.

"I can lower the price, as long as 15 pounds..." Xilin forced a smile on his face: "It's not a big deal. I was approached by a strange department, saying it was the content review department... I have never heard of any this department."

After Aaron heard it, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly: "Could it be that he was targeted by the investigation bureau?"Well, it's very possible...'

At this moment, a guy dressed like a servant hurried into the art exhibition and whispered a few words beside Xilin.

Aaron saw that Xilin's expression was shocked with a little ecstasy at first, and then became mournful, and announced loudly: "Gentlemen and ladies... I want to tell you a sad news, our young talented painter-Sisyphus Solo Sadly passed away, may the Holy Spirit receive his soul!"

After a pause, he said to Aaron and William seriously: "The 'door' costs 50 pounds, trust me, it will appreciate in value soon!"

Chapter 152

Witch House.

This famous restaurant in Lusen City is famous for its strange and mysterious decoration style. Thick curtains are used to block the light, and candles are lit in the room, and the smell of rosemary is scattered.

Aaron sat at the dining table, and the purchased oil painting 'door' was placed on the carriage by the coachman.

Opposite him, William Mark was sitting upright, holding a glass of well-colored cocktails in his hand, and was still talking: "Sillin is a pure businessman, but this kind of temporary price increase is too disrespectful... I I can guarantee that his reputation in our circle will drop a lot in the future!"

After finishing speaking, doubts appeared on his face again: "Poor Sisyphus, unexpectedly died of a sudden illness during the investigation..."

"That's not necessarily true. It might be that he mutated out of control on the spot in the investigation bureau, so he was killed..." Aaron added in his mind: "Of course, it's also possible that he didn't actually die, but he just found an excuse and was imprisoned. Anyway, don’t think about it easily in the future... It’s like dying.”

He had heard a lot about the Bureau of Investigation's great reputation in underground gatherings, and he knew their usual methods.

"Come, try the witch soup pasta here, the business card of Green Forest City...Thanks to the great Earl of Green Forest."

William Mark quickly changed the subject and focused on the sumptuous meal.

"Actually, I heard from a historian that Earl Greenson was a seriously underestimated gourmet. For example, he also invented panna cotta, ice cream, Black Forest cake and other delicacies..."

Aaron: "..."

He could prove that he only invented a pudding method, and he still used it to deal with Ginny.

As for the others, they are all framed!

Even the pasta with witch soup is just a casual mention.

It can be seen that William likes this soup very much. After eating all the noodles, he is still dipping the bread into the soup, and he is reluctant to waste it at all.

He watched this scene speechlessly, and suddenly touched the center of his brow, his 'premonition of danger' was slightly touched.

Aaron reached out and pressed the holster on his waist, and immediately looked in the direction of the source of danger. It came from the window!

'Very slight danger, but there seems to be a monster lurking in the dark...'

He came to the edge of the window, pulled aside the curtains, and looked towards the road.

He saw a carriage suddenly lost control and crashed into a gas lamp on the side of the road.

The screams of women and pedestrians evading sounded one after another.

With a loud bang, the carriage directly hit the street lamp, smashing the metal lamp pole into a twisted arc.

A coachman covered in blood came out tremblingly, there was no panic and fear on his face, only confusion.

"vomit!"

He suddenly fell to his knees in pain, spitting out a ball of black dirt, and on top of the black and bloody thing, black bugs flew up one by one.

They flew towards the surrounding crowd, and even began to bite through the skin of the onlookers, burrowing into their bodies through the opening, causing screams.

"What happened?"

William Mark leaned over curiously, and immediately looked at the scene where the man was spitting out the worms, and seemed to be stunned.

"William, we must get out of here immediately."

Aaron lowered his voice, and pulled William out of the restaurant of the Witch House, towards the carriage parked aside.

The coachman, Ramiz, waited loyally by the carriage, and quickly said: "Sir... there seems to be a traffic accident over there..."

He was not directly opposite the accident scene, so he had limited knowledge, but he also understood that he should not stay in a chaotic place.

"Let's go, get out of here."

Aaron grabbed William and got into the carriage, which quickly started.

At this time, through the car window, you can still see the patrolling police who ran in the opposite direction and blocked the scene, as well as several investigation bureau agents who were not wearing uniforms.

"William... you seem to be a little bit bad?"

Aaron looked at William and asked suddenly.

"I... I have a headache, I seem to have seen such a picture!" William covered his head, his brows were full of pain.

'He saw something he shouldn't have seen before, his memory was cleaned, and he still had sequelae. Now he's just getting better, and he's stimulated by a similar scene. Could it be that his memory has recovered? '

Aaron is not very optimistic about the technology of the Bureau of Investigation.

As long as it exists, it will leave traces!

The so-called memory interference cannot completely erase all traces in the mind.

After being stimulated, it is very possible to break through the blockade!

"However, the scene is so chaotic, I am afraid that the investigation bureau will not be able to find everyone, there must be omissions..."

'How are you going to cover it up this time, are there wild insects breeding in large numbers? '

His expression was slightly solemn: "These black bugs, are they related to Roberts? The former archbishop hasn't escaped from Green Forest, but is planning something?" '

"How is it, is it better?"

The carriage continued to move forward, and after a while, after hearing the other party's breathing became easier, Aaron looked at William and asked with concern.

"Thanks, I'm much better."

William Mark's face was still pale, but there was a strange look in his eyes: "In this world, the curtain of reality has been lifted, and there are still things we don't know!"

'It seems that the memory has been restored? '

Aaron pretended not to know: "What are you talking about?"

"My friend, knowing too much is not good for you... Please send me to Dr. Hannibal's clinic." William Mark said.

"Ok."

Aaron dutifully played the role of a friend, first sending William to Dr. Hannibal's private practice.

This doctor has a good relationship with William, and the last time I heard that he used his medicine to get rid of William's headache.

Now that William has a problem, it is only natural to come to him immediately.

But Aaron seemed to see some different clues.

"The extraordinary and mysterious of this world have been perfectly combined with the mundane, and the wild extraordinary are hidden under ordinary people and work..."

He chatted with Dr. Hannibal whom he had met before, and then left directly, murmuring in his heart in the carriage.

After tossing a coin and confirming his guess, Aaron said directly to Ramiz, "Go home!"

……

Golden Rose Street, No. 33.

"Master, are you back?"

Seeing Aaron coming back, Sylvia had a smile on her face, and stepped forward to take his coat.

"Um……"

Aaron looked at Sylvia and said earnestly: "Please go on, it's very chaotic and dangerous outside recently, don't go out if you have nothing to do..."

Judging from what happened today, Roberts has a high probability of wanting to make trouble.

And if a non-human being wants to make noise, the scope and impact must be very wide!

As soon as he thought of this, Aaron's eyes couldn't help but become a little deep and gloomy.

"Yes! I'll tell them..."

It was the first time Sylvia saw the young master's serious expression, and she couldn't help but answer solemnly.

Chapter 153 The Green Banyan Custom

night.

Inside a cafe.

Liliat sat on the seat with a face full of apprehension.

She didn't pretend, she used her original appearance. After all, the people in the Bureau of Investigation have become mad dogs now, and it is easier to be exposed if they are still conducting secret activities. It is better to meet and talk openly and pretend to be a gathering of friends.

This is also the request of the envoy of God.

Liliat felt very happy when she thought that the envoy would meet her with her true colors, which meant that she had gained more trust.

But when he thought that what he was told last time hadn't been done, he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

The cafe is brightly lit, and through the windows, you can see the street lit with gas street lamps outside.

Liliat wore glasses, she looked very delicate, and her appearance was considered above average, attracting the attention of many men.

She resisted the discomfort and waited for another ten minutes. Suddenly, she saw a man in his thirties with an ordinary appearance and blue eyes push open the door of the cafe. After scanning around for a while, she walked towards her seat come over.

"Hello, White Pigeon..."

Although Aaron didn't use the raven mask, he wore Benjamin's human skin mask, sat opposite Liliat, and lowered his voice: "You can call me Mr. Yasuo!"

"Mr. Yasuo..."

Liliat tried her best to look natural, as if she was chatting with a friend: "I'm really sorry, my father didn't have what you needed last time..."

The thing referred to here is naturally the dream world positioning technology that Aaron wants.

Hearing this, he couldn't help frowning.

Liliat quickly added: "But my father promises that he will pursue more channels!"

'More channels?The Duolun family has fallen, and there is no other channel besides the Green Banyan Council, right? '

Aaron was thinking in his heart, and by the way, he called the waiter and ordered a cup of hot cocoa.

He pondered for a while, and felt that what Liliat said was true, she didn't dare to lie to herself, and as long as her father cared about his daughter, he didn't care about a piece of secret knowledge.

Therefore, the Duolun family does not have the technology related to positioning in the dream world.

And the Green Banyan Council behind them must be very suspicious of their own existence, and there is a high probability that they will not be able to get them in a short time.