Romania.
With the setting sun and the sea of flowers, the castle is still quiet, maybe even more quiet than before - Osmond, who has completed the formalities of this country and inherited everything from this castle and this family, is super lucky in the eyes of the outside world. Think so.
The fact that members of the Ceausescu family, especially the younger generation, were almost extinct seems to have become a buried secret.
Without the arrival of the police, and no inquiries from troublemakers, everything is like a script that has been written.
He's the star of the play, inherits the whole Ceausescu family, and then...becomes a marionette called the Black Order.
A string puppet indeed.
Although he has a lot of freedom in life, these freedoms can only be enjoyed by continuously serving this mysterious order.
Inherit the Ceausescu family? Osmond knew that he was just a tool used by the Black Order to control the huge wealth of this family.
From the balcony on the upper floor of the east wing of the ancient castle, looking at the center of the flower sea maze in the atrium...the ancient well where everything happened, Osmond couldn't help frowning.
This is no longer the original ancient well.
During this period of time, under the command of Ramias, it has become a huge box welded with a large number of steel plates - he does not know that his sister, the sister of the fraternal twin, is in the box every day. What is going on in the secret room under this ancient well.
Only... the devil's whispers in that strange sarcophagus gradually became clearer in his ears day by day.
"Mr. Osmond, today's document."
A tall, light-skinned Indian woman came in after knocking on the door. Sonam... a woman representing the Black Order—or a woman who was appointed to assist him in handling the Ceausescu family's business.
It is undeniable that... when Osmond saw this capable Indian woman for the first time, he felt his heart flutter.
"Somna, do you know where my sister, Ramias, is and what she's doing?" Osmond asked suddenly—even though he inherited such a huge wealth, even though he looked extremely beautiful on the outside, but He instinctively resisted the feeling of being manipulated.
"Then, it would be better for you to ask Miss Ramias in person." Somna, who appeared like a secretary in a black skirt and high heels, avoided the question lightly.
If you ask her... what she would say, I wouldn't ask here. Osmond muttered to himself.
To be honest, he didn't want to be alone with that woman who was wearing a nun's attire, but inside her body seemed to hide a violent and bloody beast. Even if this woman clearly stated that she came into this world just a few minutes earlier than him.
"Bring the document, it's just a signature anyway."
…
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The sarcophagus was shaking constantly, and the sound was also coming from the sarcophagus, as if the things inside would burst out of the coffin at any moment.
At this time, there were seven black-clothed priests surrounding the sarcophagus, holding silver crosses in their hands, and kept humming.
"Depending on the situation, we need to send at least twice as many people to suppress the impaler's left hand."
Lamias, a nun with a dignified expression, is using a satellite phone to communicate with the management of the congregation in a distant place.
On the other side of the phone, the male voice was calm and slow.
"Didn't it mean that the Ceausescu family will successfully complete the seal every night when the succession alternates?"
"There may be some things that Jonathan didn't disclose back then." Ramias frowned and said, "The only thing I know here is what he told my mother. When the heir is established in the secret room , the seal will last—even Osmond, I got him involved in the end."
"In any case, the impaler's left hand cannot break the seal so easily for now. I don't believe that our current technology can't compare to the ancient seal hundreds of years ago. Ramias, you Come back first, the congregation has a new task for you to perform, the seal of the castle, I will send another person to follow up."
Ramias didn't say anything, but simply responded, then turned off the communication, walked out of the secret room, and returned to the ground.
At this time, a helicopter landed on the lawn in the distance, and a man in a suit holding a black suitcase came down. Ramias stepped forward, and the man opened the suitcase in his hand, "According to your request, it has been rebuilt."
Ramias nodded, and reached out to pick up a handful of Zanxin revolvers with ten bullet nests placed in the suitcase.
Not long ago, she lost her usual one in this place, and it has never been found-it is too strange!
The nun with the gun squinted her eyes and aimed her new weapon at the crown of an oak tree in the distance—don't let me know who stole my big gun!
Boom!
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Ha chirp!
Sneezed!
Although it was not very loud, it at least surprised Zhang Qingrui, who was concentrating on her work, because the small piece of mud she was holding in her hand was so hanging that it did not fall off.
She couldn't help looking at Luo Qiu who was sitting on the other side of the workbench, and found that he was also gently rubbing her nose.
"Have a cold?"
Luo Qiu shook his head.
If he is still sick now, then as the leader of the club, he is really too LO, "It should be dust."
The brush kept sweeping the dirt attached to the bones, and it was indeed easy for the dirt to become mischievous and crash into the nose. Zhang Qingrui nodded, and lowered her head to wipe the piece on her hand.
Because the bones have obviously had a long history, they have become extremely fragile, and each piece needs to be carefully carefully so as not to damage it—and the two professionals who are jokingly called only when they drop their heads. Students are basically novices, so the work is very slow.
It's been several days, and it's only about half of the progress—however, what these bones were before they shattered can already be observed at this time.
"This should be... the skeleton of a woman."
Zhang Qingrui, who was wiping the bones, didn't look up, but said something suddenly.
"Looking at the structure of the pelvis, it should be." Luo Qiu also responded.
Zhang Qingrui suddenly stopped her hands at this moment, looked up at Luo Qiu again, and asked curiously: "Luo Qiu, aren't you curious?"
"??"
"Where did Professor Qin Fang dig out this skeleton? It stands to reason that if this kind of thing is unearthed, it is usually built on the spot and then dug carefully. But this is a thing, um ...pack it up and come back directly?"
"so?"
"Aren't you curious?" Zhang Yurui looked at Luo Qiu in amazement and said, "This is obviously not the skeleton of a primitive man. Paleontology is more about exploring the evolution process of creatures? If this is just a skeleton of an ancient man , it stands to reason that the professor has no reason to transport it back all the way."
This skeleton is naturally weird, Luo Qiu thought to himself. It's just that he doesn't plan to discuss or study this issue with Zhang Qingrui.
But at this moment, Miss Zhang on the opposite side of the workbench suddenly stood up.
She had no expression on her face, her eyes were absent-minded, and she didn't say a word, but she walked towards the door, but she clasped her hands lightly around her waist, and when she walked, she took slender steps, like a weak willow supporting the wind... as if she was a different person.
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S1: I didn't see the rudder owner of '龏傤' last night, so this chapter is added for '龏傤' (1/2).
S2: Don't forget to vote =. =