Chapter: 2473
She immediately turned her head and looked at the place where the "employer" was, only to see that the gas pipes there were covered with hoarfrost.
In a house opposite Charlie Lake, a man with a rosy nose who was drinking with his sleeves rolled up suddenly noticed that the curtains were only half closed.
According to the code he and Charlie Lake agreed upon, if the curtains were all closed or fully open, it meant that there was no problem, and if only half of the curtains were pulled, it was an emergency, and the people above had to be notified immediately.
He stood up abruptly.
The man with a red nose rushed to the safe in a few steps, and took out a radio receiver and a code book from the hidden compartment.
He squatted there, quickly translated the news of Charlie Lake's accident into a telegram, and began to send the telegram crackling.
In the house where the Lake Bookstore was located, the brown-skinned maid rolled up her sleeves and poured a bottle of indigo liquid onto her left arm.
The color of the skin there changed immediately, but under the indigo, strands of black awns stood out, like wandering nematodes.
These black lights quickly gathered a strange face the size of half a palm, with eyes as small as rice grains and a mouth as big as a saucer.
"Charlie Lake was in an accident." The maid said one word at a time to the face on her arm.
Every word she uttered seemed to take on a shape of its own, emerging as an indigo entity between her mouth and arms.
Immediately afterwards, the words that seemed to be written one after another were intertwined and wrapped in smoke of the same color.
At this time, the mouth of the strange face on the maid's arm opened a little bit, and inhaled the indigo smoke and words together.
All the abnormalities disappeared, and only the skin on the maid's arm hadn't returned to its original color.
And in the darkness outside the window, a small, ordinary bat flapped its wings, changed its static state, and flew to nowhere.
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On another street less than 500 meters away from Lake Bookstore, a restaurant that specializes in Southern Continent specialties is half empty.
Tiny bats flew out of the darkness and gathered together, emitting thick smoke.
The smoke and bats seemed to be just illusions, and they disappeared in an instant, leaving only the figure of a man in a tuxedo but without a corresponding hat.
This man was tall and thin, very tall and straight, with light hair, close to silver, and bright red eyes, like hiding blood. He was Mistral, Earl of the Blood Race.
He raised his left hand wearing the blue sapphire ring, touched the slightly exaggerated fancy bow tie, and looked down at the closed restaurant below.
"Both pieces of information were finally brought together here."
As soon as Mistral finished speaking, a figure was outlined opposite him, wearing a dark court dress, a small soft hat of the same color, light golden hair, blue eyes, and a white face, like the most exquisite puppet.
The trees on the street below suddenly swayed slightly, and the light of the gas street lamp flickered at the same time.
"A 'puppet'." Earl Mistral nodded slightly, acknowledging Sharon's identity and status.
Sharon didn't look at him, but looked at the second staircase of the restaurant
"There is a lingering feeling of worshiping the 'Mother Tree of Desire'."
"Then there is no problem." Mistral turned around in mid-air, nodded towards the darkest area, and said, "Master Nibais, please block this place."
An old and heavy sigh followed, and a pair of wings covered with dark skin and covered with countless patterns and symbols suddenly stretched out from the darkness, getting bigger and wider, two or three In seconds, the surroundings are completely enveloped.
The restaurant suddenly fell into abnormal darkness, as if it had been moved away from the real world. JrNovels.com