The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 59 Reasoning
The expression of panic and weeping on Jacqueline's face froze quickly visible to the naked eye. She calmly brushed the hair on her forehead and combed it behind her ears. Her attitude was as haughty and indifferent as a queen wearing a crown, staring at Li Ang. interested gaze,
"Who am I? I am Jacqueline, Jacqueline Harris, a good girl from a wealthy family, the prom queen of St. Bridge School, and the heir to a future billionaire fortune."

She curled her hair behind her ears and said contemptuously, "Is there a problem? Poor guy in a cheap hoodie?"

The corner of Li Ang's mouth curled up, he let go of Jacqueline's neck, and said with a smile: "Let me guess, the fifth pair of human footprints made by wooden slippers at the abandoned textile factory on Paris Island is yours." of?"

"Ridiculous," Jacqueline sneered and looked at Li Ang. "I was obviously wearing laceless sneakers that day, and I held a spiritual ceremony with Abigail, but how did I become a wooden slipper? And there were only four people participating in the ceremony." , where did the fifth person come from?"

"Then let me change the question," Li Ang said kindly: "The owner of the wooden slipper footprint is an old, fat, Cape Town black woman who is dying."

Abigail's pupils shrank suddenly, and regardless of the frozen atmosphere, she exclaimed, "It was the one who sold me the German classics in the antique shop."

"That's right." Li Ang snapped his fingers, looked at Jacqueline's still indifferent expression and said, "When Jacqueline and Abigail held the so-called 'Spiritual Ritual', the black old lady who sold classics Just hiding behind the loom in the corner, stepping on traditional African wooden slippers, watching the boys and girls with greedy eyes."

"I don't know what you're talking about. What you're saying sounds like a Mad Hatter's gibberish." Jacqueline said blankly.

"Listen to my explanation," Li Ang pointed at Abigail with a smile, "The story starts from the very beginning. The moment Abigail stepped into the antique shop, she fell into a trap. A trap of outright lies."

All eyes were on Li Ang, while he strolled leisurely in the living room, raised three fingers and said:

"Question [-]: Are the German classics true or false?"

"Question [-]: The identity of the black old lady?"

"Question Three: What is the purpose of all this?"

No one said anything, only Li Ang's monologue remained in the hall, "Miss Abigail, can you pass me the German classic on the desk?"

The skeptical and astonished girl followed suit.

"Thank you very much." Li Ang nodded, flipping through the classics casually, "The first question, as Mr. Constantine said, this book was indeed written in 1805, and its author is indeed a member of the Golden Dawn Witchcraft Society. Hermit."

"However." He spread the book in half, and violently tore the tome apart with his hands, "The magic circle spell inside is indeed effective, but it is not for the purpose of summoning spirit bodies through rituals and communicating with the dead.

To be precise, the only function of this ceremony is to allow the soul of the performer to leave the body in an extremely short period of time. This time limit is so short that the performer cannot even notice it happening. "

"How is it possible," Abigail exclaimed, "In the abandoned factory, we really felt the dark wind, and there were faint whispers."

"It's a false illusion that was carefully concocted," Li Ang explained: "Since you took this tome, the black old lady has been following your whereabouts closely, and followed you all the way back to America, back to Gotham, Watching how you prepare for the ceremony in the dark, and even used magic to create an illusion similar to a ghost at the scene of the ceremony."

Abigail was dumbfounded, while Jacqueline was still indifferent, while Constantine lowered his head and smoked silently, rubbed his toes on the floor, and kicked back and forth the soot accumulated on the ground.

"But, if the spirit ritual is fake, then why did that black old lady go to such great lengths?" Abigail was not stupid either, and asked immediately, "Is it just to see us make a fool of ourselves?"

"No, she really wants you to hold the ceremony, what she wants is the moment when your soul leaves the body," Li Ang spread his hands, and said: "Now answer the second question, this black old lady is indeed that The owner of an antique shop in Cape Town, South Africa, was born in 1938, has a long and awkward name, and has a large group of relatives including his son, grandson, nephew, and grandnephew.
But at the same time, she is also a monk of the Golden Dawn witchcraft society, and the author of this early nineteenth-century German text, "

The time is wrong!How could an African woman born in 1938 be the author of a book from 1805?This spans a century!
Li Ang saw everyone's doubts, and said with a smile: "Now answer the third question, the reason why the black old lady concocted all this is to prolong life.

She is old, old, and on the verge of death. This body has reached its limit. Most people may accept their fate, but she doesn't need it. "

Li Ang pointed to Abigail and said, "What she needs is you."

The girl shouted in shock, "What?!"

"Don't get me wrong, what she wants is your young and beautiful body." Li Ang carefully selected words and sentences like medical surgical forceps, so as not to cause more misunderstandings, "She is waiting, like a fisherman with a fishing rod, waiting for the bait Get eaten."

He kicked the paper pages scattered on the ground, "This book is the bait. Anyone who performs the ceremony according to the notes in the book will have a very short time for their soul to leave the body.

However, the black old lady who has reached an octogenarian age can take advantage of the void and occupy Abigail's body, so as to gain a new life. "

Abigail covered her lips and yelled in disbelief, "Then why wasn't it me, but Jacqueline?! Why didn't she do it during the first ceremony?"

Li Ang smiled, and the surface of the sunglasses reflected the brilliance of the chandelier, "Although she is a magician, her body on the verge of decay does not allow her much room for manipulation. Underneath to play the trick of occupying other people's bodies.

Her target was originally you, and she wanted to wait until you performed the ceremony alone according to the content of the classics before doing it, but she found a better target, younger and more beautiful, with a more luxurious background, and a deeper understanding of the spiritual ritual Craving Jacqueline.

She saw Jacqueline's deep love for her younger brother, so she chose to wait for the opportunity. Sure enough, Jacqueline stole the classics according to her idea, and held the ceremony alone.

Taking advantage of this time, she, who followed all the way, cast a spell, injected her soul into Jacqueline's body, and successfully completed the replacement. "

Li Ang stepped forward, opened the French windows, and dragged out a black female body covered in mud from deep under the ground in the backyard.

He frankly brushed off the dust from the face of the maggot-ridden corpse, so that Abigail could clearly identify it,
"When her soul left the body, the body began to decay uncontrollably. In order not to let others find out, she even buried herself in the soil before Jacqueline performed the ceremony.
On the day when Youyuan is discovered, what evidence can the police find from the thoroughly decomposed bones?Even if it was found out, how could there be the physical information of the old South African lady in the US police database?

Even I have to marvel at her profound and profound magic skills, bold and precise action plan. "

slap, slap, slap,
The applause sounded, and it was Jacqueline who applauded. With an approving smile on her face, she said sweetly, "It's a perfect reasoning, but you haven't explained the last question yet."

"You mean why would an African woman born in 1938 be the author of a book in 1805?"

Li Ang patted the dust on his hands with a smile, and said: "Because this kind of ceremony has been held countless times. Since the nineteenth century, the authors of books have been using this method to change their bodies and continue their lives.

The so-called black old lady is probably one of the victims of this trap, am I right?A magician of the Golden Dawn Society who has lived for more than 200 years and changed bodies countless times? "

(End of this chapter)