Right hand... Francaran shuddered.
As a "witch", one of the things she is most familiar with is the mirror. She is very sensitive to the corresponding details, one of which is that the person looking in the mirror and the reflection in the mirror are reversed left to right!
The current situation is: Erken, who is used to using his right hand, becomes left-handed after entering that special mirror world and coming out, while Franka and Lumian do not have such changes. What does this mean
Franca shuddered for a moment. At this moment, she saw Christo return to the warehouse and shout to the office on the top floor, asking Elken to take down all his white Danxia wine. Lumian leaned close to Franca's ear and said in a low voice, "Do you have any associations?"
"You thought of that, too." Franka was a little surprised; without rich knowledge of mysticism and enough extraordinary encounters, it would be difficult to detect the abnormality of Erken and lock in the corresponding possibility!
Lumian replied in a low voice: With the amount of blood left in that space, I don't think any normal person can survive. I thought there was something wrong with Erken and the caravan from the beginning. And you also said that the suspected special mirror world contains the old you, the you in the mirror, "The person in the mirror is the opposite of the real you. Do you think that the Erken in the mirror world has replaced the original Erken?"
Franca was silent for a few seconds and said, "I don't want to think about this terrifying possibility, but the situation is getting more and more like what you said. "I have to confirm it."
While the two were talking, Erken came down from the top floor of the warehouse carrying a cloth bag of Dory spices and two bottles of white Danxia wine, and turned into a gray-white two-story building not far away. It was the restaurant and kitchen set up by "Rat" Christo for his smugglers. On the surface, he was a businessman, and he owned a company whose main business was cargo trading warehouse storage.
Franka walked towards Kristo and asked with a serious expression: "Are you sure that's really Elken?" Kristo was stunned and blurted out: "Why are you asking such a strange question? It must be Elken. Steam is above, how could I not recognize my own brother? The little guys I raised are also very close to him and don't think he is a stranger."
Franca thought about it for a moment and smiled: "I just think that entering a weird place like that will cause some problems."
"Franca, I checked them. They are all fine. They are just a little weak and bleeding. Damn, we have to give them some consolation money this time. Tell me, why did Emperor Roselle come up with these weird things back then? And why do so many people remember it after almost two hundred years!"
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Crystal "Mouse" felt bad about the extra expenses.
Franka laughed and said, "You are not a Beyonder yet. Before you took over the smuggling business, didn't you expect the bosses above to abide by customs and give you more money for some things?"
Krystal was silent for a moment, not knowing how to respond.
Franca then said: "Let me help you confirm if there are any problems with those people." She immediately took out her makeup box and Aiken's handkerchief, and started to do divination in front of "Mouse" Christo.
"Erken's position, Erken's position," she repeated in Hermes' words, while Franka, with eyes suddenly deep, stroked the surface of the makeup mirror.
Lumian saw the mirror become darker, with a faint ripple of water light. Soon, a scene emerged in the mirror: "Erken, wearing a blue short jacket, was standing at the edge of the kitchen, communicating with the chef inside."
"I said there's no problem," "Mouse" Kristo laughed. He then pointed to the warehouse and said, "I still have some things to deal with. You can go around by yourselves or wait for me in the restaurant. After watching the short smuggling leader enter the warehouse, Lumi turned sideways and looked at Franka: the real Erken seemed to be dead, so the divination result pointed to him who originally belonged to the mirror world.
"You still think there's something wrong with Elken and the others?" Franka frowned.
"if not"
Lumian laughed. "Cover your eyes and ears, and you can pretend that you saw nothing, heard nothing, and discovered nothing."
Franca thought for a moment and said, "Maybe because I'm using a mirror for divination, it's easier to point to the person in the mirror. I'll try another method."
She looked around the warehouse area, picked up a short wooden stick, stood it in front of her, and pressed the top. After a similar divination statement, the stick fell down and pointed to the gray-white two-story building representing the kitchen and restaurant.
"Irken is right there."
Franca was silent for a while and said, "I'll try to see if that mirror can do anything." She was referring to the classical silver mirror that connected to that special world, hoping to use it to get all the monsters that came out of the mirror back.
Lumian followed Franca into the restaurant with great anticipation. The first thing they saw was a woman in a gray-green dress, who looked to be about 27 or 28 years old. She was holding two children, a boy and a girl. She hugged Erken, who came out of the kitchen, and was so happy that she cried.
"You're finally back!"
"Dad!" Dad, play with me! With each shout, Erken's face was full of joy, and happiness was written all over his eyebrows and eyes.
Franca stopped and looked at the family reunion scene without saying anything for a long time. Finally, she sighed and said: Let's wait a little longer.
Lumian smiled, "You can't bear it anymore?"
Franka sighed. The real Elken is probably dead. This is at least his reflection. If I try now and expose his true face, kill him or drive him back into the mirror, his wife and children will not only not be grateful to me, but will also hate me and be hostile to me. m.
"Yeah, that's right." Lumian laughed, "Anyway, no matter what happens in the future, whether people die or not, it has nothing to do with us. We just need to be careful. Why do we have to be the "bad guy"? No one will be grateful to you.
"Yeah!" We've been hiding from the mice for some time, so if they didn't see it, it meant it didn't happen.
Franca was even more worried. "She didn't know what the reflection in the mirror would do after replacing the real person. What if the original kindness turned into cruelty, and the original love turned into hatred?"
"Your words are a bit cruel..."
Unable to make a decision, Franca could only look at Lumian and sigh. She began to feel that Janna's evaluation of Ciel was correct to a certain extent.
"Ma'am, I'm just saying what you want to say and helping you convince yourself." Lumian was both angry and amused.
Franca smiled awkwardly: "How would you deal with this situation?"
Lumian looked at Erken, who was telling his wife and children about his strange experience, and said as if he was talking about someone else's business, "Ask someone to write a letter" and report this to the police headquarters or a church.
"The letter only said that "Mouse" Kristo's brother Erken led a group of people into a strange space underground and disappeared for most of the day. When they came out and returned to the ground, their dominant hands had changed. The official Beyonders have dealt with many abnormal incidents and are not unfamiliar with the underground. They should be able to guess what went wrong with Erken and the others.
"As for how they deal with it, it's their business and we don't need to worry about it. If they don't touch Erken and the others, the man in the mirror will not pose any threat and can replace the original owner who has died. If they kill those monsters, it's not us who have to face the pain and hatred, and we don't need to pay compensation." "In short, trust the authorities and the church.
"Emperor Roselle seemed to have said something like this: if a gentleman sees an animal he is familiar with being killed, he will not have the heart to eat its meat, but if he has not seen it and does not know about it, then it is fine and he can eat it happily. This is also the case. Lumian could not repeat the original words and could only organize the sentences according to his own understanding.
Franca thought seriously for a few seconds and was completely convinced: "That's right," she glanced at Lumian, "You don't speak like a gang leader at all.
A real gang leader must know how to use the government." Lumian smiled.
Franca smiled and said, "Do I have to call you Godfather from now on?" Before Lumian could ask, she quickly added, "Gangster Godfather."
"Well," You don't have any channels for now, so I will be responsible for leaking the news to the authorities. The godfather of the mafia, Lumian heard from his sister that the subject of her next book would be this. He roughly understood what it meant and felt a little sad for a moment.
In the following time, he and Franca happily attended the dinner hosted by "Rat" Christo, and had a great chat with the people from the smuggling caravan including Erken. Lumian was full of praise for the authentic Savoyard roast chicken. It was stuffed with spices in its belly and smeared with similar things on the surface. It was roasted to a golden skin, with juice flowing out and a rich aroma. Cut a piece of meat with skin, soak it in the juice for a few seconds, and then put it in your mouth. The feeling was so wonderful that people couldn't stop eating. When the dinner was over, Franca saw that there were only a few people left around the table, so she looked at "Rat" Christo beside her, smiled and said: "Come over here, I have something to ask you."
Crystal, who was a little dazed for a moment, moved his chair closer to Franca and smiled back, "What's going on?"
Franca smiled and whispered, "Actually, Charles and I also entered that strange world. We were lucky enough to escape..."
At this point, she quickly pulled out the short knife she used to cut the roast chicken, stabbed it into the table in front of "Mouse" Kristo, and asked coldly: "What on earth was hidden in that batch of goods that almost killed us!"
"I, I don't know!" Christo looked around, sweating. He saw that only Franca, Charles and I were left at the dining table, so he quickly explained: "I really don't know. The boss asked me to bring him to Trier!"
Some people died, but not completely dead...