demon godfather

The fire in the gallery was quickly extinguished by the efforts of the firefighters.No one was injured in the fire, but several exhibits were unfortunately damaged.According to preliminary investigations by the police, the cause of the fire is likely to be arson.

"There is another matter that the police did not announce to the public, so only a few related people know about it. I inquired about it from a professor at the Academy of Art."

In a cafe near the university, young exorcists sat by the window.Chris said to Dominique as he added sugar cubes to his coffee.

"What's the matter?" Dominic asked curiously and worriedly.

"One painting was stolen in the fire."

Dominique could think of which painting it was on his knees.

"Ships on the Ice Sea by Tristan?"

Chris nodded.

"How can you be sure it was stolen and not destroyed in a fire?"

Chris said: "The canvas has been completely cut from the frame, and the marks are very obvious."

"I see. So, in order to steal the painting, the thief deliberately set fire to divert everyone's attention?"

"I think so too."

Dominic leaned back in the seat, scratching his chin. "Who the hell is stealing the painting? Why did he do this? Even if the painting is sold, it probably won't sell for much money. If it's for money, why not steal a better one? If it's not for money, then Why... just that painting? Could it really have some magic power?"

Chris took a sip of his coffee. "I don't know why the thief stole the painting, but I might be able to find out who he is."

"What? Really?" Dominic was surprised from ear to ear.

Chris didn't answer.

After drinking coffee, Dominique from Chrisli came to the nearby art market.They visited several galleries but bought nothing, just chatted with the gallerist and asked about the latest young artists who were up-and-coming.The two then went to the local art museum and enjoyed an exhibition of postmodernist paintings.Dominic couldn't figure out what Chris was looking for, so he followed him around.At the end of the day, his legs were about to break.

"Chris, what the hell are we looking for?"

"I can't tell you yet." Chris said with a secretive look, "Also, where we have been today and who we talked to, you must not disclose it to others."

"Ah? You can, but at least you have to tell me why!"

"You will know when the time comes."

Dominique glared at him angrily.

"You can't trust me? You are a demon hunter, and I am also a demon hunter. If you don't believe me, who else can you trust?"

"We have to have a process of trusting each other."

"You don't trust me." A statement.

Chris glanced at him: "Is there anything you can trust me with?"

"Uh... am I punctual?"

"...I will tell you when we meet next time."

After that, Chris did not contact Dominic again.Dominic didn't dare to go to him rashly.The two met again in Friday's Greek literature class.Dominic was a little angry at first because Chris refused to believe him. After so many days, his anger has long since disappeared, but when he entered the classroom, he pretended to be still angry, and put his textbook next to Chris. He fell on his seat and sat down heavily.

"You should tell me now!"

Chris looked absent-minded. "I found another painting by Benjamin Tristan."

"What?!" Dominic was so shocked that he forgot that he should pretend to be angry, "Are you serious?!"

"Of course. That painting was Tristan's student work, and it was sold to someone else at the price of cabbage. Later, when the news of his death came out, the price of that painting was reversed several times."

"You dragged me around for so long last time just to find out about this?"

"Well. Sort of."

"Is there anything special about that painting?"

"I'm guessing that Tristan was gifted with magical abilities, and he put magic on his paintings."

"Really?"

"I'm not sure yet, I have to send the painting to the Demon Hunter Association for appraisal."

"Where is that painting now?"

"I bought it and it's in my dormitory. I'll take you to have a look after class."

"Shall we go and see it now?"

"...I think the class should be taken well. Painting has no long legs, so I can't run away."

Dominic is still in the mood to go to class, his mind is full of that magical painting.When get out of class was over halfway, he wanted to lure Chris to sneak away, but Chris sternly refused.Instead, a boy sitting behind them skipped class.

After finally making it to the end of the course, Dominic thought he could go to the dormitory with Chris, but Chris proposed to have lunch first.

"Painting can't fill my stomach."

Dominic was anxious like an ant on a hot pot, but Chris was calm and unhurried.They dawdled in the cafeteria for more than half an hour before embarking on the journey to the dormitory.If he didn't take two steps, he would see a cloud of black smoke rising into the sky from the direction of the dormitory.

"What happened?"

Chris replied leisurely: "Probably the dormitory caught fire."

"You are too calm!"

"Because it's exactly what I expected."

They came outside Chris's dormitory building, a fire truck was parked downstairs, the firefighters stopped the students outside, and shouted with a loudspeaker: "The fire has been extinguished, but it needs to be checked carefully to eliminate hidden dangers, please don't Panic, wait for a while, for the sake of your safety!"

Chris put his hands in his pockets and watched the crowd gathered in front of the dormitory building with interest.Dominique lowered his voice in his ear and said, "You expected a fire a long time ago? You probably set it on fire!"

"How is that possible? I will burn my own dormitory when I am full."

"Then what do you mean 'it did exactly what I expected'?"

Chris pulls the phone out of his pocket and shows it to Dominique.A map is displayed on the screen of the mobile phone, and a small red dot is moving on the map.

"I put a tiny GPS tracker in the painting."

Dominic reacted. "So the fire this time is the same as the last time the gallery caught fire. Someone deliberately set the fire on purpose to steal the paintings and divert attention?"

"Yes."

"Wait, how did you know that the burglar was going to steal your painting? No, no, you should ask the burglar how he knew Tristan's painting was in your place?"

"Do you remember the last time we went to the gallery and passed a student on the way out?"

Dominique thought about it for a while, and it seemed that there was such a thing.

"Don't you think that student looks familiar?"

"Uh...it seems familiar, but I don't remember where I saw it."

Chris raised the corner of his mouth slightly. "In Greek."

"There is such a thing? I have no impression at all!"

"When we first talked about the school's spooky paintings, the boy was sitting in the row behind us. I think he might have overheard what we were talking about. He used the same method as us to find out A clue that the painting was by Benjamin Tristan. That's why we ran into him outside the gallery."

Dominic is amazed at how good Chris' memory is.He only remembered what games the boys in the back row were discussing, but he didn't remember their looks at all.

Chris continued: "I thought he was simply interested in Benjamin Tristan's paintings, until the gallery caught fire the next day. I don't think it's a coincidence, so I decided to lure the snake out."

He deliberately said in Greek class that he had bought a painting by Benjamin Tristan, just to impress the boy sitting in the back row.Sure enough, the boy left halfway and went to Chris's dormitory to steal the paintings.Unexpectedly, this move fell into Chris's arms.

"However, the painting in my dormitory is actually not Benjamin Tristan's at all. It was just bought casually in the gallery. There is no so-called magic at all. That elegant thief will find himself fooled sooner or later."

"Then what are we waiting for? Call the police!"

"I'll call the police, but not now." Chris said, "This case is the job of a witcher. I can only hand it over to the secular police after I strip it of its 'spiritual' core."

"What is the core of 'spiritual'?"

"Benjamin Tristan is not a famous painter, and his paintings are not worth much in the ordinary art market. But his paintings are magical and supernatural, which is completely different. The elegant thief does not aim at art Items, but items with magical power. As demon hunters, we must first solve the part related to the supernatural event, and then we can hand over the rest to the police.”

The red dot on Chris' phone screen stopped.

"It seems that this is his hiding place." Chris pointed to the map, "Let's go."

"We're going to find that little thief? Don't you have class this afternoon?"

"I think work is more important. If you miss a class, you won't die."

"...It seems a little different from what you just said..."