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Chapter 381: The clue is broken? And it’s not broken…

"What do you think... Will Pico tell us about us..."

When they reached a deserted place, old Good asked worriedly.

"Why do you think I should hold him back? Don't worry, we have all received the blessing of the Virgin Mary. Pico will not leak any information to the Holy See's lackeys."

Rabelais dusted off his robe.

"But you saw it just now. Is that saint really a fake?"

Old Goodard knew Pico's strength. Although he converted much later than himself, he was a well-known mystic before joining.

But just a few minutes ago, he acted rashly and was easily controlled like a baby.

That Saint Barlaam never even took a step from beginning to end!
"Those two kids around him are a little weird."

Pastor Rabelais was a man of discernment. He could see that Xiaohu and Ling'er were extraordinary, but even if they came out, what would happen? Such a character could be used by Saint Baran... himself...

Originally, Father Rabelais was full of confidence in the Virgin Mary's plan, and the recent secret promotion of the Holy See's visit of St. Barabilia seemed like a joke to him.

Now, this Saint Barlaam seems a bit mysterious.

"Just get through this first. I believe you won't disappoint others like Pico did."

The two didn't dare to talk for too long and hurried back to their rooms.

On Liu Yonglu's side, several people also walked downstairs. The olive tree in the courtyard seemed to have grown some organs inside it that did not belong to it, and it was squirming slightly on the ground.

"Xiao Hu, please be more careful with your actions. Don't let me kill you."

Liu Yonglu instructed. Xiaohu did not speak, his dark eyes staring at the deformed tree in front of him, the brown bark pocket opened, and Pico was spit out.

"You unlucky child, I told you to be gentle...how come you ended up wrapping it up like a sea urchin's head...eh...another sea urchin's head, a perfect pair."

Pico, who was spit to the ground, no longer looked like a human being. His limbs became slender, and gray-white phosphorus-like spikes protruded from his eye sockets and cochlea.

However, this change happened too suddenly. Pico's body did not take shape like the monster that emerged from Botticelli's dream that night. Blood dripped along the edge of the stone spikes, but he could no longer endure the torture and died.

"It's not me, bye."

"I know it's not you. This is the other party's backup plan. Hey, I didn't expect it. It's quite clever."

I thought that everything would be solved after catching the criminal, but I didn't expect that the clue would be broken before I could even get any closer.

“The clues never left, they just fell like dust in front of our eyes, but were ignored by our habitual gaze.

The three puzzles just now are both true and false, and the boundary between true and false can only be reflected by other clues in the book.

This is a little test given to you by fate, but fortunately, you still have my guidance.

But don’t be lazy because of this, laziness is the shackles of wisdom, which not only locks your hands, but also the path to the truth. "

Just as several people were staring at each other, a clear and melodious voice sounded in the crowd.

Liu Yonglu knew who it was as soon as he heard it, Ling'er!
The little girl was very depressed. In the past, these mortals had problems that they couldn't figure out. If they were lucky enough to meet her, they would hold a full mass ceremony, prostrate themselves in worship, and beat their heads on the ground.

Today is a good day. Liu Yonglu would rather guess than ask her.

It was very uncomfortable for Ling'er to hold it in.

Seeing that the only clue was broken, everyone else looked unhappy, except her. She was happy! The little girl talked freely and quickly told the clues she had deduced.

Everyone, including Millie Tang, nodded slowly. Ling'er's analysis made sense.

According to Ling'er's analysis, the real clue of Father Jone is hidden among the false clues, and the marks he left behind are also quite obscure. This is because he was worried that after his death, the murderer would return and destroy the series of clues he left behind one after another.

There is an abandoned monastery in Vitalia called St. Anguissola's Monastery, and the clue lies in it.

"Xiao Hu, your sister is crazy again. What did she mean..."

"Bye, wait a minute, I'll ask her in my heart..."

There were only three people in the audience who didn't understand what Ling'er was saying. One of them was Lorenzo. He was just a cooper with a low level of education, so he was confused and didn't understand.

The other two were Liu Yonglu and Xiaohu, who were not used to Ling'er's metaphors and quotations, and only understood the general idea.

"Mr. Rich, if it weren't for you, I'm afraid these heretics would have really taken advantage of us this time."

Bill sincerely thanked Liu Yonglu. He had the information about Lame Pico in his hands. This man started working in the stables of Amalfi Cathedral five years ago. It seemed that he had been planning this for a long time.

But the saint had her own arrangements. She sent Saint Balan before this group of lunatics started the rebellion. It seems that this tour has a profound meaning.

Ling'er stared at Bill with eyes wide open, thinking, didn't I figure out the clue? Why are you thanking him so enthusiastically?

She didn't know that before Liu Yonglu came, the Investigation Department had informed the Holy See that one of our investigators was going to go, and there were three other people accompanying him. Liu Yonglu filled in "family" in the columns for Xiaohu, Ling'er, and Militang.

So even though Bill saw that the silver spell just now was Ling'er's work and the wildly growing trees were affected by Xiaohu, he still naturally attributed all the credit to Saint Balan.

It is normal for saints to be accompanied by several special beings who have been blessed by God when they travel around the world.

A few people chatted for a while more about how to close the case in Amalfi and when to leave for the Monastery of Santa Anguissola. After everyone had made up their mind, they prepared to go back to the house to rest.

"Holy... No, Mr. Richie, please don't leave in such a hurry. What if I have another dream at night?"

Botticelli spoke, and the stone in his heart was relieved a little. He felt that the murderer was not himself, but Lame Pico. But if he fell into the nightmare again at night... Looking at the corpse on the ground that was exactly the same as the monster in his dream, Botticelli couldn't help shivering.

Liu Yonglu slapped his head and forgot about it.

"Ling'er, do you have any way to let me see inside his dream?"

"Humph!"

Finally she asked me for help, and her face was so happy that it almost reached the sky.

"I told Xiaohu before that our team usually talks about eating and drinking, and everyone is more capable than the other, but when it comes to standing up and doing things at the critical moment, it has to be you, Ling'er."

Xiaohu pointed at his nose and said, "Did you tell me?"

Liu Yonglu quickly pried Xiaohu's hand off and continued to flatter him:

"Not only is he capable, but he also has great style! He is not one to take credit for himself or be arrogant. Although he is the smartest among us, he has never shown off."

Millie Tang's suspense made Liu Yonglu so angry that he laughed. This guy was really shameless. He couldn't say such words no matter what.

"Hmm...let me think about it."

Ling'er was tense the whole time, and only when Liu Yonglu said that "her brain was the most useful" did her little face calm down.

“Almost no one except that person can let you enter this guy’s dreamland.

Just think about it, if I can modify the dreamland at will, I can even erase the boundary between the living world and the dreamland."

Tsk...yes, Ling'er's two sentences are easy to understand. If they can allow people to travel freely between different dream realms...

Then she could just throw everyone in the world in there, and no one would know whether they were in reality or a dream. This would be too outrageous.

“It’s just for a few minutes, maybe I can try. You need to go through countless doors and countless spaces, and I can’t guarantee your safety.

Are you ready? "

Everyone turned their eyes to Liu Yonglu.

"I don't prepare because I don't even try."

Liu Yonglu waved his hand and said, "You must be joking. I came to Victoria to enjoy the scenery. Solving the case is just for fun. You want me to risk my life for this? I won't do it."

Liu Yonglu is not a fool. He shook his head like a rattle.

"Besides that... um... I have another way. I can't say that it can allow you to enter this guy's dream, but at least he should be safe tonight."

"Speaking of this! We really can't be too radical. We have to take it step by step."

Liu Yonglu patted Botticelli on the shoulder to calm the young man down.

"Actually, this is simple. We just need to take him into other dream realms. Dream realms can be superimposed, but by then it will be a battle between the powers of the gods. In return, we will be able to glimpse the illusions in his dreams."

Oh...there is another saying.

Liu Yonglu recalled the decisive battle between him and the Emerald Ascetic on the top of the snow mountain. At that time, the Toad's dreamland and the Ascetic's Mandala Temple overlapped with each other, and he could indeed catch a glimpse of the situation in the other dreamland.

That's it. You are all here tonight. Come to my backstage and listen to my special show for free...

"Mr. Richie, if it's really like what this little girl said, can you enter my dreamland?"

Jacob took out the five-finger dagger he carried with him:
“Both Botticelli’s nightmare and the Amalfi murder case are related to the Holy See, and this ancient relic of mine is said to have been a ritual sword used in the saint’s sacrifice.

Entering my dreamland may help you solve the mystery more quickly."

"Um... OK."

Liu Yonglu thought about it. He had been into Jacob's dreamland before. It wasn't particularly dangerous. Besides, Jacob himself had a strong control over the dreamland. Since the other party had asked, he just agreed.

Bill quickly called several other inquisitors. Jacob's dream world was powerful, but the awakening ceremony was also complicated. Bill arranged for someone to be on guard in reality, and several inquisitors also made preparations. When holy water was poured on everyone, the surrounding scene began to gradually turn white and fade.

When Liu Yonglu opened his eyes again, he was already standing in a dark and damp forest.

(End of this chapter)