The door of the gray old house was ajar and could be opened without a key.
It was a mess inside, with debris scattered everywhere, as if it had been robbed.
Valentine looked around and said:
"Someone has removed valuable items from here."
He saw that the doors of several rooms on the first floor were open and empty, and there were traces of heavy boxes on the ground.
"We are still too late. The client's companions should have discovered the abnormality and moved away in advance." The mixed-race Imre exhaled.
The "Purifiers" spread out and began searching this small space.
Soon, Angoulême picked up a few pieces of white paper that had fallen on the edge of the stairs, held them up, and examined them carefully against the sunlight.
Then he took out one of them and quickly scribbled on it with the half-broken pencil he carried with him.
Some traces gradually emerged, outlining several complete words:
Franka, with white hair and brown eyes, was not at all stunned by what she saw.
These faces were made up of white mist, filled with resentment and joy.
Angoulême said nothing and motioned for his players to continue working.
That guy is so stupid. Does he think that the dog can talk and answer his questions
"Nothing serious!"
You finally understand how Imre is going to monitor the situation at the Red House Cafe!
"Besides, it can be done by an official ordinary person. Once he asks something, he will be exposed." Franka nodded heavily.
Waiting for Ou Shengying's response, you raised your hand and said:
Fuou came back to her senses suddenly, silently changed into a pair of non-red boots, and walked towards the door step by step.
"Since this is serious business, you can go now."
Franka nodded heavily:
Franka walked behind the full-length mirror and looked at herself outside. Her hair color slowly turned white, her pupils turned dark brown, her skin became more delicate, and her lines became more severe.
"Does he really have any psychological burden?"
When Franka paid the 2 Felkin fare, Imre jumped on the bus, pretending to be a related dog, and started looking for the Red House Cafe on the street filled with the smell of fermented grapes.
Albert Goncourt was the mastermind of the Trier riot six years ago, one of the leaders of the Carbonari, and the leader of the largest anti-government armed force.
Imre raised the corner of his mouth:
I recounted the Rose School's experience and my own concerns:
Oh, I remembered it right away. You must have talked about it a lot, right? Imre smiled and replied:
Outside in the bright sunshine, Franca was wearing a rough shirt with no lace flowers on the collar and cuffs, her favorite off-white breeches, and a pair of slippers. She looked at Imre and said:
"Woof!"
“What’s it like to be a puppy
I took Franka to the new danger house on Nightingale Street, took out a brown ritual dog skin, and wrapped it around myself.
"Nothing to find him."
After a while, Franka asked curiously:
"Forget it, forget it. Just think about it. It's too depraved to really go. You have to control yourself. You can indulge in desires and completely indulge yourself."
Seeing that scene, the mixed-race Goncourt sighed with emotion:
After that, you asked in high spirits and excitement:
In a flash, a little brown and yellow fur puppy disappeared from the room.
"dog!"
This is a small sacrificial site with a semi-low platform made of gray-white stones in the middle.
Anglumian patted the gray-white humanoid machine that followed him and placed the brass key he had obtained from Celia Bello in its left palm.
Ou Shengying laughed:
"Nothing happened?" Franca was inexplicably a little scared. "Can he just wait quietly for the party? There shouldn't have been one in the last week."
"You are relying on your lack of 'lie' and this transformation illusion to disguise yourself as a man and sneak into the party to experience it, right?"
A dark light suddenly rose from under the ritual dog skin, completely enveloping Ou Shengying.
… …
Market area, No. 3 Bailitao Street, in front of Apartment 601.
"He gave you the 'lie', so how did he disguise himself as a man, relying on this transformation illusion?"
"It looks a lot like what he really looks like, but he's pretty enough without being charming," Imre commented pertinently.
An hour ago, this seven-wheeled two-seater carriage stopped in the town of Xiayue.
"Who said you wanted to disguise yourself as a man?" Imre replied with a smirk.
So at present, that thing can only be used to move things and hammer nails. It can barely walk and run. If it does anything delicate or requires brain operations, it must be durable. Otherwise, we can save a lot of trouble.
You then said seriously and solemnly:
"Someone from the 'Supreme Bliss Society' said that we have been contacting members of the 'Now Society' and the 'Daffodil Society', who are not participants in the Red House Male Joy Party, and want to develop you into believers of the 'Mother Tree of Desire'.
As the fog disappeared, the specific appearance of the outside world appeared in the eyes of Valentine and others.
Ou Shengying smiled and added:
I originally wanted to say that he didn’t have the charm of a demon man, but I still chose to stimulate Franka.
"That's not the purpose of today. He should go to the Red House Cafe to drink one or two cups of coffee, subtly display his masculine charm and see if he will attract people of the same sex to chat with him. Or, he can observe the guests outside and find out the men who are suspected to be participants in the happy party, take the initiative to talk to them, establish connections, and lay the foundation for further in-depth understanding." Although Ou Shengying was nervous, he still knew that such things could definitely not be delayed and must be done step by step according to a certain process.
Several "Purifiers" could hear the protective meaning hidden in the deacon's words, and they all smiled and cast their eyes towards the gray-white humanoid machine.
"If he turns into a 'Muggle', you're welcome to him!"
"Did he really think about it before he thought you were going to do that
"Albert Goncourt... Underground... Riot... Time..."
It is not completely red, but it does not have a bright, mushroom-cap-like red roof. The main body of the building is off-white, with a few boldly colored graffiti on the walls.
Having said that, you looked at Imre and said critically:
A thin mist suddenly rushed to the door, constantly distorting its shape, highlighting one face after another that looked as real as a print.
After searching the first and second floors, they descended the stairs to the low cellar.
"I forgot to tell him that the negative effect of that magical item is to minimize the emotions of the wearer."
Then I recited loudly in Hermetic language:
With a click, the robot turned the brass key and pushed open the light iron-white door.
"Is there any problem?"
I saw that the top of the gray altar should have been inlaid with something, but now it has been removed, leaving only a shallow and wide mark.
"You care whether it is a product of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery. You only care whether it is good or not.
After repeatedly confirming whether there were any hidden dangers, Ang Ou Shengying took the robot and retreated.
The brown-and-yellow fur puppy rolled his eyes at Franka and opened his mouth:
Very slowly, I reached this house near the East Logne Forest.
"A ring?" Anlumian guessed aloud.
Franca stared at the figure in the mirror and didn't speak for a long time.
Along the way, Imre wanted to bite the guy several times, because he would curiously touch the puppy's fur, belly and head from time to time, trying to find the same places as a real dog.
At the end of the cellar there was a large door made of black iron with a brass lock.
Imre was laughing again, and he began to explain seriously the role of "lies" and the precautions.
Imre found a place to lie down far away from the small door of the Red House Cafe, and watched Franka walk away in the image of a white-haired beauty.
"Why is he here again?"
Imre took out the silver necklace-shaped "lie" and handed it to Fuousheng.
"..." Franka gritted her teeth and said, "Your desire to punch him has also been reduced."
The sun's rays fell one after another, quickly clearing away the fog in front of the tin gate.
"When the robots are good, you just need to repair them or replace them. If they are good, you still have to approve the pension and face the crying of their relatives and friends."
Fu Ou Sheng shook his head:
"Albert Goncourt..." Imre glanced at the paper in the deacon's hand and frowned unconsciously.
As soon as Franka broke the "lie", she said impatiently:
Then, Anlumian turned several knobs under the humanoid machine.
"The emotions that were originally there will be minimized."
"This Red House Café where men's parties are often held?" Franka asked in surprise.
Before you retreated into the corridor, you were truly confused and glanced at Imre beside you:
"Yes."
Compared with your original ostentatious ugliness, you are now less quiet and more mature, your facial features are more delicate, and there is an indescribable charm overall.
"He uses it to change his hair and eye color, and fine-tune his facial features. In short, he can use his true appearance. What if Maipu Meier is hiding in the dark? You can recognize him as the current owner of the old pigeon cage theater at a glance!"
"Uh..." Franca was stunned for a moment, "No wonder you slowed down as soon as you got on!"
"If you follow that thread, you will definitely be able to find the hidden core members of the 'Spirit of Bliss'. At most, you will have to kill Maipu Meier and the few people who knew about Susanna Mathis's general plan."
Imre retreated into the room, glanced left and right and said:
They madly bit and cursed the humanoid mechanical creature that opened the door, but the other party remained unmoved.
"You go now!"
"When will he go? Does he know the time of the party and the conditions for being invited?"
Small amounts of white mist gushed out of the low-energy phlogiston backpack on the gray-white robot's back, driving the active machine back step by step and inserting the brass key into the lock core at a preset speed.
Franca snorted, took the brown and yellow puppy that Imre had transformed into, hired a horse-drawn carriage, and headed to the town of Chaillot, west of Lavigne Pier.
"Do you want to go to Xiayue, to this Red House Cafe?"
Imre mocked back:
"Deacon, he is really the Inquisitor. He is the person who hates mechanical creations the most in the entire church."