How to become a sea witch

At a quarter past nine in the morning, they came to the entrance of the St. Clair Grand Theater, which had existed for almost a century.

The entire theater adopts a typical neoclassical architectural style. The rock yellow walls have become a little hazy and gray under the constant erosion of time and wind and rain. The huge clock on the top floor is full of pigeons resting and looking around.

Bernice stood on the steps and raised her head, just as the pigeons flew over her head one after another, the sky full of light and countless mottled silhouettes fell into her eyes, like a emerald lake wrinkled by the wind.

Soon, Thiago finished talking with the receptionist at the door, and turned to look at her: "Bernice, we should go in."

"Ah, okay."

She ran up the steps in a few steps, and walked into the bright hall in front of her side by side with him.

Probably some very popular opera performance is about to start early in the morning? Even though there is still half an hour before the opening of the first performance, the hall is still full of people.

Whether it is from the perspective of an ordinary sea creature or a demon, Bernice feels that she cannot appreciate the art of human scent.

Just like she is now surrounded by the strong smell of perfume and aftershave from different people, those scents that have been purified and carefully formulated smell nothing refreshing at all,? On the contrary, in the sense of smell form a heavy burden.

A group of men and women walking together came head-on, Thiago subconsciously stretched out his hand to protect Bernice's back, and whispered, "This way."

Soon, they turned into a relatively quiet corridor.

It's airtight, narrow, and dimly lit.The thick dark carpet stretched from the entrance to the front,? Then branched into three different directions,? Continued to drill deeper into the theater.

Bernice turned her head and glanced at the noisy crowd behind her. She was led by Tiago onto the left road, and the surroundings suddenly became quieter, only the extremely soft and soothing music could be heard.

"Where is this going?" she asked.

"Archive room. You can understand it as a place where all theater staff materials are stored." Thiago replied.

"Understood. What if the Collector isn't here? Where shall we look for it later?"

"He will. Because this is the only theater in this city that can host large-scale public performances and accept foreign performance groups. Here he will have more opportunities to meet people who meet his hunting requirements. And from Judging from the previous victim records, he also looked for victims in the largest local public theater."

Just as Thiago finished speaking, a voice suddenly came from the front, as if someone was walking towards this side while making a phone call.

Before Bernice wanted to activate the magic power subconsciously, a circle of faint blue light lingered around her.Immediately afterwards, the man who came out of the corner almost passed Bernice, but walked straight forward as if he didn't see them at all, and the conversation with the other end of the phone continued.

"Come on. The archives room is the third room on the second floor when you turn left."

Bernice couldn't help being curious about the flat but determined tone, "Do you come here often?"

"No, I just asked the staff at the door."

So why can an unknown staff member tell you the route to the theater archives in just a few sentences?

Obviously their clothes don't look like the police/police in human society.

This question didn't last long in Bernice's mind, and it was quickly answered.

Bernice watched him politely knock on the door of the archives, and the administrator sitting behind the desk looked at them with astonishment.

"Sorry to disturb you. Because we are looking for someone, please help us. If you can cooperate, I think we will leave soon." Thiago said, is the kind of mermaid Yes, a voice full of illusion and without any vivid emotion, resounding in the air like distant sighs.

"So please put your hand back on the siren."

It's hypnosis.

Bernice suddenly realized that she looked at the vigilant young man just now, but now her eyes were dull. She obediently took his hand from under the table and put it in front of him. He was as well-behaved as a child, and felt her doubt suddenly. just disappeared.

Although limited by its own magical power, mermaids cannot hypnotize creatures stronger than themselves.But this restriction obviously doesn't work on Thiago.

Thinking of this, Bernice felt an instinctive tension and guard almost immediately.

But soon, she relaxed a little. After all, Thiago doesn't seem to have a hobby of abusing this ability, and he hasn't used it on himself so far.So just keep the status quo and don't worry too much.

Pulling away the swivel chair in front of the table, Thiago didn't mean to sit down, but pushed it to Bernice's side to let her sit, and then calmly looked at the archivist in front of him: " The man we're looking for is Lambert Greer, do you remember?"

After listening to his question, the custodian was silent for a few seconds, as if thinking, then nodded: "Yes. He is an external director of our theater."

"When did this happen?"

"It started half a year ago."

half year ago?

Bernice recalled the recent incidents that occurred near this city, and she couldn't help feeling that the other party's patience was really good, and it was only now that the scope of activities was transferred to the city.

"Do you have his registration information?" Thiago asked again.

"some."

"Give it to me, please, thank you."

"please wait."

As he spoke, the custodian quickly got up and walked to the pile of glass bookcases full of various file bags, opened the lock with a key, and deftly rummaged through to find the one with Lambert's name written on it.

Thiago took it over and opened it, only to find that there was only a thin external labor contract lying inside, and a special employment certificate signed and stamped by the team in charge of the theater, and there was nothing else.

"It seems that he has a talent for opera performance." Thiago glanced at the certificate, put it aside, and then opened the contract in front of him. There was a personal certificate and a black and white photo on the front page.

Bernice took a look and immediately recognized the person in the photo: "It's him, the person I met at the cultural festival yesterday."

As she spoke, she continued to glance down at the registered address information on the paper, which read:

Sunset Mansion Road, 561.

"Since he can write it directly on it, it shouldn't be his real address, right?" Bernice looked at the string of characters suspiciously.

"possible."

Thiago quickly flipped through the rest of the information, and found that there was no other useful information, and then turned his attention back to the photo and address information: "But since he wrote it, it may be that he once Places that have been to or have special meaning to him. To be on the safe side, let's go and have a look later."

"it is good."

He straightened up and looked at the custodian who was rearranging the materials on the desktop and putting them back into the cabinet. His blue eyes were like the sea surface invaded by frost and fog, empty and indifferent: "When you sit back on your seat, , you will remember that no one else has been here but you."

The custodian stared blankly at them leaving the room, turned around and put away the file bag in his hand, returned to the table and sat down.

For a moment, it was like an ice spring pouring down.

He was awakened by an inexplicable coldness, only to find that everything in the office was normal, and the clock was still ticking on the wall.

Bernice had no idea how far it was from here to Sunset Building Road, so she could only follow Thiago forward.

At this time, the sky has begun to faintly float fine and soft raindrops, a large group of thick dark clouds lingers over the city, the sky is gray and hazy, and even the air is filled with a kind of hot flashes that are close to sticky.

They set off from the theater and arrived at Sunset Building Road in about 10 minutes.However, Bernice soon discovered that the closer she got to the destination, the more depressing the surrounding scene gradually became.

Different from the wide roads in the city center, the roads here are full of potholes due to years of disrepair, and the width can barely accommodate two cars passing by. The surrounding area is also crowded with various dilapidated shops and old floors.

A tangle of cables weaves between buildings and blocks, some of which are covered with lots of plastic trash thrown from upstairs.

In this environment, it is extremely difficult to identify the building number.

"It looks like we have to find someone to ask for directions." Bernice frowned and looked at the surrounding buildings that looked the same. Looking around with a smile, it seems that they are discussing something in a low voice.

Thiago apparently found this too.So after looking around at the corner of the street, he took the initiative to walk towards the few women closest to them, and asked politely: "Sorry for disturbing everyone. Excuse me, do you know where No. 561 is?"

After listening to his question, the women around seemed a little unbelievable, and then looked at each other.One of them smiled and said in a low voice: "Let me tell you, I just came to ask for directions."

"Maybe I already have an appointment. It's a pity." The other person also replied with a smile, skillfully adding makeup to the small makeup mirror in his hand, and looking back at the brown eyes outlined with thick black eyeliner. The blond boy in front of him had a light and seductive gaze.

"Why, is this your first time here?" The leading woman unequivocally looked Tiago up and down, and also focused on the sapphire cufflinks on his white sleeves and the tie clip on his chest The detailed design can determine that the other party should be worth a lot of money.

After getting an affirmative answer from the other party, she let out a long sigh, and then said jokingly, and glanced at Bernice who was not far behind him: "Then why did you make an appointment with your little Luzhu?" Planting a place? Could it be that the usual tricks between the rich young master and the noble lady are tired of playing, do you want to try other places?"

Little Dewdrop is the general name for this red/light/district, because the men and women who come here basically only have one-night relationship, just like the dewdrop that will evaporate without a trace at dawn.

Thiago probably understood what she meant, but he was not angry, and still replied gently: "No. But we are in a hurry right now, so do you know where this place is?"

"I know." She readily admitted, while leaning closer to the other party, her tone was ambiguous, "But we don't provide free services, pretty doll. So, how about a kiss?"

"Or something more useful." He said calmly, and at the same time took out a few banknotes and handed them to the other party, with a cool and distant voice, "Address."

The woman took the banknotes and roughly checked the authenticity, then raised her head and looked at him with regret: "Come with me. Of course, if you regret it halfway, I look forward to it anytime."

Not long after, they came to the door of the gray and white hotel on the edge of the forest at the foot of the mountain.

Sitting behind the counter was an old lady with gray hair and wrinkled face. When the doorbell rang, she didn't even bother to look up. She just raised her neck slightly and cast a symbolic glance at the door. Her dry lips moved a few times. , mechanically said to them in a hoarse and paradoxical voice: "Only cash is accepted, and the settlement is made on the day. The minimum rent for a permanent stay is three months, and the deposit is counted as the ten-day room fee. All rooms do not provide condoms. Prepare yourself, and absolutely don't let me catch you throwing them out of the window casually."

After listening to her words, Bernice silently recalled the garbage hanging on the cables and fluttering in the wind, and suddenly felt that her behavior of classifying them all as plastic was too hasty.

Considering that some human beings, especially the elderly, have relatively weak mental endurance, if they are hypnotized and interrogated and their memories are erased, it is likely to cause them to have a nervous breakdown or go mad.After looking at each other with Tiago, Bernice answered the conversation professionally and asked, "Then, if you want to stay for a long time, where do you register?"

The old lady helped the reading glasses that slid to the center of the bridge of the nose. The two eyes deep in the eye sockets were a little cloudy, but the eyes were shrewd and gloomy: "Long stay? You two don't look like you are from our place People? Why not find a better place in the city?"

"Long-term residence doesn't mean we have to live here by ourselves, and we can take care of other things." Bernice said nonchalantly without blushing, "some things are not easy to clean over there, and it's more suitable here. You make an offer directly."

"Ha." The old lady smiled strangely, as if she understood, and immediately rummaged through the drawer tremblingly to find a dilapidated and yellowed registration book, "Fill it out."

Bernice took it, opened it, and picked up a pen to write.Thiago walked to the old lady's side very timely and offered to pay the deposit and rent in one lump sum.

Taking advantage of the time when the other party was seriously counting the money, Bernice quickly flipped through the front registration list, and quickly saw Lambert Greer's name and the registered room number, then turned back to the blank page and wrote Go up with two pseudonyms.

Holding the key, they came to the third floor, the closed door of Room 303.

After confirming that there was no one inside, Bernice swiftly pried open the door.

Unlike the gloomy and oppressive one she had imagined, except for the old facilities, everything in this room was very neat and clean, even the floor was spotless, and there was nothing unusual about it.

Through the window in front of her, Bernice could directly look into the large green forest behind the hotel.The undulating tree canopy silhouette looks like clusters of sharp spires against the cloudy clouds. In the absence of sunlight, the whole window is full of that kind of thick and sickly miserable green.

She retracted her gaze, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the pile of things that were hidden by the linen cloth and placed in the corner. She was about to go over and take a look, but she was attracted by a rustling movement behind her: "What's wrong?"

Thiago gently scraped the mottled oxidation marks with the thin ice blade in his hand, and after carefully identifying them, he replied: "This wall is fake."

In the next second, he pierced the wall with the ice blade and swiped his hand very lightly. The whole wall collapsed and melted away as if a hole had been suddenly pulled open, revealing the true appearance behind it.

The golden all-seeing eye is so huge that it almost occupies the entire wall, divided and bound by countless bright red silk threads, just looking at it makes one's scalp tingle.

There was not the slightest expression in that eye, it just stared at the creature in front of it very empty and indifferently, as if the dying universe after all the stars had died down, leaving only boundless emptiness and chaos.But when Bernice looked at it, she felt very clearly that she was indeed being watched.

The shivering feeling as if being closely stared at by countless pairs of cold and malicious eyes is so sharp that it is close to nausea.

This does not seem to be caused by the natural confrontation between the gods and demons.Bernice pursed her lips tightly and looked at the giant totem of the all-seeing eye with a very bad expression. It was hard to understand where the extremely uncomfortable feeling came from.

At this time, Thiago suddenly reached out to her, as if trying to cover her eyes.Sensing the other party's movements, Bernice took a step back with a little resistance, and then heard him say, "It will feel better this way."

Warm and delicate palms covered her eyes. After being blind for a while, Bernice opened her eyes again, and found that the strange feeling just now disappeared.

She looked at the totem of the all-seeing eye again: "This logo is a bit weird."

"Indeed." Thiago carefully observed the all-seeing eye in front of him, and said softly with an unclear expression, "It looks like it has been contaminated by something."

"Impregnation?"

Bernice looked at him in disbelief: "Can Greer affect the totem of the God of Light?"

Then wouldn't he be able to easily beat most demons?

But didn't the Cheshire Cat say that he was just a hybrid offspring of a human and a witch?

Such power is completely unreasonable.

"It's not him, it's something else..." Thiago looked at the all-seeing eye without blinking, his face was calm, and there was a clear confusion in his eyes.

He put his hand on it, and put his palm on the center of the pupil of the all-seeing eye. The faint silver-blue light circles spread out layer by layer, and some twisted dark red began to seep out from the edge of the totem, which looked very similar to those parasites, but And much more harmless.

Bernice alertly activated her magic power to take precautions, and from the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Tiago's expression subtly changing again.

"What's the matter?" She asked a little uneasily, but she didn't get an answer from the other party for a long time.

Under the shadows in the room, Bernice found that the indifference on the other party's face was being taken over by an almost dignified expression. The white face looked as cold and delicate as a mask, and the blue eyes were like glaciers. The deep sea below freezes all the fresh feelings.

"Strange." Thiago murmured softly, withdrew his hand, and looked down at his palm, "I didn't find any resistance caused by other forces."

"What do you mean?"

"Meaning, it's not stained, it's just the way it is."

"Huh?" Bernice uttered a monosyllable blankly.

Thiago thought for a while, and finally frowned and shook his head: "I only exist in a separate state now, and I can't perceive clearly what is wrong with this totem."

Even you can't figure it out?

Bernice opened her mouth, but finally swallowed the words back, only watching him try to fiddle with the red lines with her fingertips after a few seconds of silence.

With the gradual trembling of one red thread, the other silk threads are trembling slowly or even walking along the totem, as if they were alive.At the same time, the eyeball in the center of the all-seeing eye also began to change, and some chaotic colors gradually twisted and stabilized.

Bernice adjusted her position, and found that what appeared in her eyes was an image of a natural landscape like a photo.Moreover, every time a red line is moved, the image in the eyes will change accordingly. It looks irregular, but there is a faint sense of familiarity.

"These are..." Bernice murmured, finally realizing after seeing the rough sea waves, "These are the places where he disposes of the victims' bodies."

After realizing this, she once again focused on those complicated red lines.

If a red thread represents a victim, so much on this wall...

"There is one place that is not." Thiago said, pulling up the red thread that had not been fixed at the other end and fiddled with it, watching the scene in the all-seeing eye change from the forest again, and finally freeze into a forest surrounded by dense fog. Covered red manor.

"I recognize this place. This is the red manor in Forspen Town. It was his former home. I used to..."

When Bernice said this, she suddenly remembered that this topic would involve her nightmare experience of escaping and being captured by Tiago, so she quickly skipped it and just said: "It seems that this is a memorial wall he made, so that he can use it at any time." Relive the past."

Just like every time Ursula went to collect debts, she would keep something belonging to the unlucky ghost she found as a proof of record, this Lambert obviously had the same hoarding habit.

"At the same time, it will also aggravate his psychopathy." Thiago added, "Every time he looks at these things, he will give himself a painful psychological suggestion that he has lost his favorite. Such repeated stimulation will make him Constantly looking for new prey."

After speaking, he looked around sideways, and was quickly attracted by the only locked closet in the room, so he walked over to open it.

is painting.

To be precise, it is a portrait of a character.

One by one, one by one, neatly stacked in the cabinet, they all recorded the same young and beautiful girl with black hair and green eyes.

"Dakota Corson is still Collison." Bernice said the name of the girl in the portrait with almost certainty.

"These paintings are in order." Thiago concluded while flipping through the portraits, "The order of appearance of the victims collected by Gabriel and the others is the same, and the clothes are also..."

When he said this, he stopped suddenly, and even the movements of his hands also stopped.

Following his words, Bernice looked at the first few portraits, and found that they were indeed the clothes worn by the victims.

She raised her head and looked suspiciously at Thiago who was pursing her lips without saying a word: "What's wrong?"

The last painting was pulled out, bringing out scattered toner and dust, shaking off like a butterfly.

On the screen, Bernice saw a girl holding an ice cream cone with a lively expression.

It's herself.

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