The fifth king of the elves

Chapter 70 Photos from 70.22 years ago
The screen freezes on the back of the man who picked up the folder and left.

Oleander leaned on the chair and closed her eyes. She arranged all the doubts in her mind, and then tried to connect them by relying on some existing clues and her own guess.

Traffic accident?I'm afraid it's murder.

Oleander, who opened her eyes again, felt that her eyes were blurry, and the dizziness struck again.

Oleander clenched her fists, endured the chill that hit her, wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, and clicked on the aftermath instructions in the attachment.

Luther's parents didn't have much legacy. They had a house in Yangxin City, and a small residence in the suburbs of Miare that they lived in for a short time.

After traveling around and using up their savings, they settled in Yangxin City and put in all their wages from work, leaving no money left for Luther.

Luther was brought back by Qilan, who had a good relationship with Luther's parents back then, and after Luther became an adult, the inheritance of these houses is now also counted in Luther's name.

By coincidence, Oleander entered a person's name on the intranet.

His life is very concise and clear, like a pool of stagnant water without ripples.

But after searching for his study experience by this name, and screening the answers that popped up, Oleander smiled.

"It should be said that Luther was lucky or unlucky."

After taking a sip of water, Oleander felt refreshed. She already felt that Luther was really an unlucky kid, at least before he became a trainer.

All the clues are hidden in an imperceptible corner, because the car accident of Luther's parents has completely become a dusty past that no one thinks about.

Time buried all these things in the dust, until Oleander stubbornly chose to doubt and dug a shovel in the dust.

Oleander saved the attachments in her mobile hard disk, and then deleted the original files of the email and computer.

The late night in Miare is still brightly lit. Looking at the light outside the window, Oleander put a small cup filled with water behind the office door. The silk thread on the small cup is directly connected to the small bonsai on the bookshelf beside it.

After carefully locking the door, Oleander came to the underground parking lot, and left the headquarters under the disbelieving gazes of the guard and colleagues.

They have never seen an oleander who works past twelve leave the office.

Maybe it was because of the video of the car accident just now, even though the road surface was abnormally smooth during this time period, Oleander was driving very carefully.

The pleasant evening wind blew in from the car window, and Oleander drove all the way out of downtown Miare to the outskirts of the city.

The community where Oleander parked had only a few scattered houses more than ten years ago, until later it became a community, and a larger commercial structured community was established around a few houses for unified management.

The patrol team in the community checked Oleander's identity. After Oleander showed her ID and explained her purpose, a member of the patrol team led Oleander the way.

The house that Luther's parents bought during a short stay in Miare was here, the only one in the community that had not been repaired, standing alone on the edge of the community.

Patrol members said that in order to maintain a good environment in the entire community, the courtyard and door of the house that has not been occupied by the owner for more than ten years have been cleaned all the time.

After the patrol left, Oleander walked alone through the courtyard to the house gate.

The door handle has obvious signs of rust, and the paint on the wall has peeled off a lot.

Oleander does not have the key to Luther's house, and she has no intention of destroying the door lock. The things here are theoretically Luther's property, and it is very outrageous to come today without warning.

Going around the house, Oleander found a hole in a window. She stretched out her hand enough, but couldn't touch the lock inside.

"Ghoststone, go in and open the lock."

Big Needle Bee looked blankly at the oleander, at the hole in the window, and at herself, as if thinking about life.

Oleander slapped his forehead, his brain seemed to be a little rusty after working overtime for a long time, and he even took the poke ball with the big needle bee mark on it as Ghost Stone's.

"Go and watch in the courtyard, and warn the police if anyone comes in."

The needle bee obediently flew into the courtyard.

Ghost Stone's elf ball was stuffed into the hole by Oleander, and Ghost Stone, who came out of the ball, easily opened the lock.

Oleander pushed open the window and got into the room nimbly.

There is definitely no electricity, so Oleander can only use the mobile phone to illuminate, and Ghost Stone wanders behind Oleander to observe the situation.

The moment the cell phone illuminated the corridor, Oleander was stunned, and a lot of cold sweat oozed from his body.

This house has not been lived in for more than ten years, and the water and electricity have all been cut off. Logically speaking, the house should be full of dust, and it must have a rotten smell.

The corridor in front of me was spotless, and the walls were exceptionally clean. There were no imaginary cobwebs or traces of dilapidation. It was obviously cleaned carefully.

"Ghoststone, do you feel anything?"

Ghost Stone felt it seriously for a while, shook his head, and nodded again.

That means it seems to be there, but not sure?

"Kyuubi, guard this window."

Oleander's Nine-Tails had obviously been carefully bred, its fur was shiny, shimmering under the moonlight, and blocked the corridor to guard after receiving orders.

The furnishings in the hall are very simple, sofa, TV, coffee table and several cabinets for things.

Oleander touched the sofa and looked at the palm. It was not an illusion, there was really no dust, and the sofa was obviously not damaged, and it felt very dry to the touch.

The dinner plate on the table was illuminated by the light and even reflected light, obviously wiped clean.

Ghost Stone looked at the second floor solemnly, Oleander saw Ghost Stone's expression and called Nine Tails back.

Kyuubi obviously felt it when he arrived in the lobby. From the perception of the two elves, there was clearly something oppressive on the second floor.

When Oleander was thinking, Nine Tails and Ghost Stone took a step forward to keep Oleander behind.

The things in the room on the second floor seemed to have sensed the unexpected guest, Oleander, and floated out of the bedroom.

After the light shone through, Oleander finally saw clearly.

This is an irregular sphere floating in the air, with a light pink head and a purple body. The current posture seems to be still in a deep sleep, and the beak and limbs of her head are clustered together.

Can respond in a dream?

The misty smoke above the head became a little psychedelic and transparent when the light shone through, and then disappeared little by little.

She gradually opened her eyes, stretched her body, and looked at Oleander with doubts and incomprehension in her eyes.

Is this an elf?What elf is here?

Oleander was born in the Kanto area, traveled to Sinnoh Hoenn, and settled in Carlos. However, she didn't have much impression of this elf, but she seemed to have seen it on the streets of Carlos a few times.

This is not the biggest problem, what is going on with this elf, the wild elf regards the house where no one lives in Luther's parents as its lair?
or...

Kyuubi, who was on alert, stretched his body very straight, and his huge tail accidentally swept something on the table, and it fell to the ground with a thud.

The sound alarmed Oleander and the pink sphere, and Oleander carefully bent down, observing the elf's reaction, and picked up the thing.

It's a framed picture of two people hugging each other, with a group of elves surrounding them.

Nestled next to Luther's parents who love and embrace each other are Fat Keding, Big Mouth Baby, Ice Snow Dragon, and...

Oleander turned over the back of the photo frame and saw the message behind it.

Dream dream eclipse.

The photo was taken 22 years ago.

(End of this chapter)