The vest magic changes the earth

The next day, the angel took Lu Sien to a village near the town.

It was a very ordinary village. The power of steam and machinery brought by the industrial revolution had just arrived here. Metal was running between the gears, and the engine oil gave off a pungent smell between the gears. It was the fragrance of money.

The lights in the city have not been lit by electricity for a long time, just enough to cover most of the well-to-do families in the urban area of ​​London.

In the vast countryside, people are still used to being accompanied by kerosene lamps, which are cheaper and more stable than candles in spite of their shortcomings.It allows people to better escape from the dark night.

For humans, darkness devours the soul and breeds evil.

So we always need light.

The light from the kerosene lamp flickered, and a moth covered its surface, casting irregular shadows.

"Oh, I've been running all day today, and I'm really exhausted."

Lu Sien squatted down to adjust the kerosene lamp, and slapped the flying insect away. He turned to the angel and asked, "What did my mother tell you that day? You have been looking here all day."

The angel sat in the dimly lit place on the other side, and smiled: "I didn't say anything special, but I feel that there will be something worth investigating here, and your mother gave me some advice."

Lu Sien continued to sigh, his eyes were a little bit blinded by the kerosene lamp, so he could only squat down and scratch his brown hair even more messily.

They stayed in this small village all day today, and according to the angel, he was looking for a clue.

The angel followed the road, knocking on the door of each house to ask questions.

The first person to open the door was an old woman. She opened the door and was stunned for a moment. Before they could speak, she brightened her eyes and asked enthusiastically, "Hi, would you like a glass of water?"

Lu Sien, who was following behind, was stunned for a moment, and looked at Metatron today.

He was still wearing the clothes prepared by Lu Sien, a white turtleneck shirt, a brown cotton vest, and a black overcoat.In order to cover the rare golden pupils, he wore a pair of tea-colored gold-framed glasses, which were framed on the straight bridge of the nose, and the golden hair was combed back, revealing a full forehead.

Metatron will smile when facing anyone, his eyelashes droop slightly, and his beauty is astonishing.

Oh, he got it.Lu Sien thought.

"No, I just want to ask you one thing." Metatron said.

He took out the reports from the local newspapers and periodicals seven years ago - that was what Lu Sien dug out from the collection pile in the basement.

Pointing to the report on it, he asked, "Do you know what happened to them before they disappeared?"

"Oh, God, I can't read." The old lady looked at the blurry picture, her face was full of nervousness, and she lowered her voice mysteriously: "But it's better not to ask about this matter. I think you are a good person. If someone else comes over, I will I won't tell him either."

"It is said that it was done by a witch who lived nearby. Jesus, she is still performing her evil ritual. It is said that last year the wheat here was infested with worms and she did it. These witches are really bad things!"

Metatron blinked, and asked a little amusedly, "What's the benefit of the witch reducing the wheat harvest?"

"Of course it's because witches don't do good deeds!" The old lady turned her head, and suddenly saw Lu Sien standing behind her, her expression changed, she was frightened and flustered.

She closed the door with a bang, and there was no sound.

Angel sighed.He found that after he came here, he sighed a lot.

Hey, strange, what was he like before?

He silently blessed the inside, "May God bless you."

Lu Sien followed him and sighed, "Sorry."

The second door was a blacksmith's shop. An adult man opened the door. She was wearing only casual clothes on her upper body, sweat was hanging on her face, and her face was full of impatience.

"What are you doing!"

This time his eyes were much better than those in front, he saw Lu Sien behind him at a glance.

His expression suddenly became fierce, "Little freak, get out!"

After speaking, he wanted to close the door hard.

The angel held on to the door without moving his hand, and the blacksmith felt as if he was holding down an iron wall.

He smiled gently, "I have nothing else to say, just want to tell you that your wife has been in an improper relationship with the young man who delivered the goods for a long time. You knew it a long time ago, but you have never had the courage to accuse her, because you .atrophy."

The apprentice behind him immediately cast a strange look, then retracted it in a panic.

The blacksmith's face suddenly turned from red to black and blue. He let out a sharp breath through his nose, turned around and rushed into the room.

When he came out again, he was like an enraged bull, holding a big hammer in his hand, rushing towards him angrily.

Lu Sien grabbed Metatron, "Run!"

They were chased by this angry man for a whole street, and then chased out of the village, until they were driven to the fields outside the village before they escaped.

Panting, Lu Sien supported his knees, and looked at the red-faced and panting Metatron next to him, feeling full of grievances.After a while, he finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Metatron smiled slightly.

At the same time, Lu Sien also had deep doubts.

"You...why are you...telling him this...? And how do you...know?"

Metatron brushed Lucien's tangled hair back before his hand reached out.

He calmly said: "Angels are very pure things compared to human beings, so if the voice in our hearts is loud, we can hear it. That gentleman, um, he really has deep grievances. "

"As for why you should tell him." Angel shrugged, "I don't like him. Since I am Meta Cohen now, I have the right not to like someone."

"Perhaps. God loves the world, but he didn't say that angels love the world." Lu Sien imitated him and shrugged his shoulders.

However, this behavior also directly led to their investigation of the village for the next day and found nothing.

Even at night, no one would rent them a room.Lu Sien rented an old attic from a widower until very late.

Old widower: I don't want to either, but he gave too much.

So now, Lu Sien was messing with the old kerosene lamp in this small room with air leakage on all sides, and his face was covered in smoke.

The angel stood up suddenly and went to the window.

"What's wrong?" Lu Sien asked him.

The angel tilted his head and listened for a while: "Someone is crying at night."

Lu Sien also listened with his head sideways, and said clearly: "It's Mrs. Smith, she lives at the east end of this village. Maybe there is something sad, I heard from the groom that her husband leaves home all the year round, and she lives alone. People should be tough."

He turned to rest.

An angel does not need to sleep, he sat by the window, quietly listening to the cry outside the window, staring at the lights, sat all night.

When Lu Sien went downstairs the next day and met Mrs. Smith, the smile was already on her face again.

She was wearing a coarse cloth skirt and her body was tightly tied, and she was carrying water from the well here.

"Good morning, Mr. Simmons."

"Good morning ma'am, you seem in a good mood?"

Mrs. Smith's face was full of smiles, and she was holding the bucket firmly with her right hand, but her footsteps were a little staggering: "Yes, yes, my husband came back last night. He worked very hard, so I will take care of him today."

Lu Sien glanced into the window of the room, only seeing the dark window and smelling the smell of medicine.

He didn't have much interest in other people's affairs, so he turned his head and prepared to leave.Suddenly, Lu Sien caught sight of something on the ground and stopped in his tracks.

It was half a footprint, wet, with blood in it.

At the same time, the angel came up behind him and said softly, "Follow her."