I have a long-lived pawn shop.

The gas lights in the theater were still on.

Byron and his party climbed up the carved wooden stairs to the second floor. When they knocked on the door, they saw a cigarette flickering in the dim light. There was a thin warmth in the air that touched their cheeks.

The opera actor, who had taken off his makeup, was lying on the bed to rest. The room was very empty. The bed and mattress were new, and the blanket was light and warm.

Holman's own servant stood at the door looking at the aggressive police, unsure if they had come to the wrong place.

"Chos Wellman." Byron was wearing a full set of fitted large-size uniform, with the specially made shoulder straps still gleaming slightly in the dark. He coughed and said to the actor who had just stood up, "We have some questions to ask you. Please cooperate with the investigation and come back to the police station with us. This will probably take two to three days if you are indeed innocent."

"What?" Wilman walked to the door and asked the servant to pack the luggage. He asked, the cigarette still between his lips, and his voice was slightly fuzzy, "About what?"

He took a few more slow puffs, as if the slightly warm smoke could fill the gap in his throat. In the smoke, Director Byron waved his hand expressionlessly and said, "You are highly suspected now. You must pass our confirmation to confirm that you really have nothing to do with the deaths of Emma and Ms. Naya."

Joss Wellman was stunned for a moment, then he smiled comfortably and mockingly. He looked at the police as if he were seeing a funny clown.

He agreed to Byron's request very obediently.

Chief Byron's right eyelid began to twitch wildly, and the ominous premonition lingering in his heart became more and more serious.

He sent someone to find Count Monti, but the response he got was just a perfunctory one - saying that the lady had gone to bed.

When leaving the theater, Byron seemed to be distracted. His eyes dropped and he glanced at the guards of the Monti family guarding the theater door, but he was noticed by them somehow and suddenly his eyes met those two men.

Looking at the pair of eyes hidden in the night, the sudden fear and oppression made people speechless, as if living flesh and blood were facing something cold and sharp.

Byron Ross moved his lips but said nothing. Instead, he tasted a horrible taste on his tongue.

……

……

Betty thought this would probably be the last time she would be able to see Abigail up close.

She looked into Abigail's face.

The beautiful young tyrant fell into a deep sleep.

She curled up on the cherry wood sofa in the box, her lacquer-like hair, sparkling lips, eyebrows and temples all looked as if they were carefully drawn with strokes, her skin was so white and clean, and her complexion was so amazing.

When she closed her eyes, she was more innocent than when she was awake, and seemed less distant and indifferent. She was the symbol of Lundim, and no one could help but love her.

Betty squatted down beside the sofa and looked into Abigail's face.

How wonderful it would be if I could reach out and touch her, just a touch, like a saint longing to kiss holy bones, to get close to the unapproachable.

Even though if she touched it she would be cut by knives or chopped by axes, or burned by flames, she wanted to touch it so much.

What else is she hoping for?

Betty turned off the gas light and washed her pale body carefully in the bathroom. She washed it clean and hot, then applied perfume, combed her hair neatly, and finally put on a brand new white silk dress and pinned a white rose on her temples.

It was already very late, and servants were still packing up their instruments. A faint noise was still lingering in the air, like a flying bird and a strange and distant tide.

The lights outside the theater blended into a thin band of light, dimly stagnating in the dark box. The only crystal bottle on the table lay quietly in this semi-darkness.

When Betty came out and saw the bottle, she felt a breath caught in her throat, pausing before the tension and falling under the expectation, like soft grease flowing through silent steel.

Maybe they could leave together tonight.

The woman's palms felt so hot that they seemed to be burning.

However, before she could really take action, the gas lamp on the table lit up silently, and the person behind the lamp held his cheek with one hand. Only a dark golden outline could be seen in the dim light.

Wei Xi sat there, looking at her quietly.

Betty fell into a brief silence, looked at the girl in front of her, and secretly took a deep breath.

——If I die at this moment.

If I die, I can say that I kept this secret until my death.

No one knows how I love her, the twisted and morbid concern and devotion. Even if I dare not speak out, I don't regret it.

What else are you expecting? Betty asked herself. She was already special enough.

She was originally just a socialite in Yalai. She had no noble birth and no smart mind. She was always the ignored one and always believed that if she wanted to get something, she had to exchange it for herself.

But Abigail was different. She satisfied all her desires, indulged all her yearnings, took her hand without hesitation, pulled her out of the embarrassing afternoon when they first met, and shaped her into the popular Mrs. Betty.

What right did she have to ask her to care? There were so many eyes chasing after her, and she was just one of them.

She had seen so many people eager to be by her side, but in the end the one left was the inconspicuous Betty French.

"You became a psyker, Betty. Perhaps the Pope promised you something."

Wei Xi slowly walked to the woman in the white dress and pulled up her wrist. Apart from the cover of her sleeves, the deep and shallow scars on her arm were clearly visible. Most of them were cuts at first glance, and there was almost no intact skin near the inside of the wrist.

Wei Xi saw the scene clearly, raised her eyebrows, and suddenly loosened her knuckles. Her movements were swift and rhythmic, leaving almost no warmth on the other person's skin, as if what she had just held was not a human body, but some inanimate object.

"What abilities do you have?"

In fact, everything had been foreshadowed from the beginning. Betty's cold fingers, her lips that had lost too much blood, her slight trembling when her wrists were held, her tired dark eyes - what could be seen at the Rose Theatre was not only the Queen band, but also Betty French who had returned from Yarra.

"He didn't promise me anything." Betty's voice was completely trembling, like a wet night. "I didn't intend to disturb your life, so I found someone similar to you to leave together, but at the moment of life and death, I realized that they were not okay."

"Abigail, I got 'love', but 'love' is of no use to you."

"You don't love me, and you don't love anyone."

Wei Xi thought, the Pope is indeed a very disgusting character. Liking is a very gentle and pure thing, but love is very turbid. Too strong love will corrode a person's kindness.

No matter how Betty tried to restrain herself at first, there was only one result in the end - she would want to kill her.

The countess looked a little regretful, for the two innocent girls who died, and also for Betty French who had done everything well.

She actually gave her a chance.

Wei Xi lowered her long, thick black eyelashes, and the dim light cast a fluffy shadow on her lower eyelid.

They fell into a long silence.

Wei Xi likes to shuffle the cards. She likes the pauses and gaps she creates and likes to examine the expressions of every gambler during those gaps, but she does not like the deadlocks caused by others.

But this drama filled with death and blood should also come to an end. Wei Xi turned off the lights and smiled in the darkness. There was no warmth in his eyes, but instead a kind of indifference.

She groped in the dark to fiddle with the phonograph in the room. She pressed the needle down, and white noise sounded for less than ten seconds. Then the sound of the piano began to flow like a spring gushing out in a prairie.

Betty sat stiffly on the carpet, with the corners of her eyes and eyebrows filled with gray fatigue, as if someone had just pulled out her spine. She used to be such a bright beauty, but now she had faded into a burnt ember.

Wei Xi stretched out her hand and stopped halfway. She tried to discern Betty's expression in the dark, and finally held Betty's arms.

Her palms were warm, and her eyes were still shining in the thin light. But at this moment, this inappropriate gentle expression made the person wrapped in the long skirt shine brightly, like a brave warrior or a young and gentle lover.

She said, "Let's dance."

"But this is not the right time or place."

"One last dance." Abigail shook her arms.

Betty looked at her, and the past scenes seemed to be fast-forwarded, and all the beautiful memories were folded into blurred light and shadow. When the flowing light stopped, everything had been turned upside down. She stood up staggeringly, and all kinds of charm were hidden under her thick eyelashes. Sadness was like a lake swelling in her eyes.

The dance music reaches a high pitch at this moment and enters a gorgeous climax.

They spun in the fairy tale house, their skirts fluttering like flowers.

Betty's posture was appropriate, without any impoliteness. She placed her hand on Wei Xi's shoulder, and a strand of Wei Xi's hair came out from behind his ear, swaying with her movements and gently brushing against the back of Betty's hand.

"Can you love me, Abigail?" Betty asked softly.

The black-haired girl stiffened for a moment, then she relaxed and gently embraced the woman in her arms.

Betty finally used mental control on Wei Xi.

Wei Xi was still holding the woman quietly, blood splattered all over her velvet dress, flowing in the creases of the skirt like a little snake.

The light from the gap in the curtains shines onto the dancing couple. If it weren't for the breathtaking bright red, the scene would be as peaceful and tranquil as a pair of lovers in love.

Wei Xi slowly pulled the dagger out of Betty's heart. The one-foot-long pure silver blade was almost like a rapier. A full-strength stab was enough to pierce the heart.

The darkness and the loud music covered everything, and the only sound was the sound of dripping water.

Betty didn't stop, she felt herself light and tingling, and she slowly smiled in relief.

Maybe this was just a dream. In the dream, they were dancing in the night. The dark buildings receded into clouds of smoke. The sparse light of the moon was reflected in the clouds. When she looked up, she could see the girl's gentle profile.

The song ended. In the darkness, the woman in the white dress lay down peacefully. The red color spread to the carpet, outlining an ominous pattern on the hem of her skirt. Wei Xi took the white rose and placed it in her clasped hands.

The countess stroked her long hair and sighed, "You did a good job, always."

Unfortunately, she never knew what kind of monster she fell in love with.

It was natural that Betty's ability was useless to her. After all, she had endured the whispering for many years in her original world, and her mental resistance was definitely not something that a small psychic in the C+ world could shake.

besides……

【beep】

【Talent mission completed successfully】

[Host talent begins to activate]

Wei Xi tapped her fingers on the armrests, her long hair scattered irregularly on the large sofa, bending into various irregular circles. She waited for a while, and finally got the expected hint.

[Host soul talent activated successfully

Soul Talent: Future Vision

Current level: Prediction - Acquiring information from vision and hearing, combining them and sublimating them into reality]

[It has been detected that the host has talent enhancement times x1]

[Whether to enhance talent]

【whether】

It is a very magical and useful talent, but the newly activated level seems to only be able to obtain a higher level of analysis than ordinary people, which is equivalent to a strong analytical ability of the collected data to look forward to and predict the future.

It's not that she is unable to do this kind of thing. She hopes to add some new functions after strengthening it. Wei Xi pursed her lips and chose "yes".

[Talent strengthening, remaining time 2 hours 29 minutes 59 seconds]

After the matter was settled, Wei Xi looked up at the dead Betty French. The lights of the distant city reflected in her irises, illuminating the unchanged expression in the depths of her eyes. She whispered, "Alan Furston."

Instantly, a voice responded from a few meters away from the sofa: "I'm here, Miss."

His voice was unhurried and he soon emerged from the shadows.

He had been in this room for a long time without making any sound, like an invisible ghost guarding his master.

Allen Furston, former captain of the 7th Hound Squad of the Imperial Killing Forces.

The psychic specializes in assassinations, and compared to this blue-eyed middle-aged gentleman, Betty French's methods are as immature as those of a child.

"Send someone to tell Chief Byron that the case is closed. Pick one of the executed prisoners and hang him as the murderer next month."

After a pause, Wei Xi added: "Just tell the truth when he asks. As for the arrested Zhuosi Wellman, um, please take him to the prison under the manor. I will see him tomorrow."

"Betty's body..." Wei Xi was silent, and then asked: "Alan, how do you think we should deal with it?"

She stood up and looked out the window. There were huge gas lamps on the square behind the Rose Theater, and a group of police officers on duty had just patrolled past.

Allen Fuston said: "The Monty family has a cemetery on the mountain, where the homeless dead are buried. It takes a long mountain road to get there, far away from the crowd."

"I've thought about this, too." Wei Xi said, "Then let's do this. I'll send you a white rose every year. You don't need to take care of it too much."

She can't go to heaven.

After explaining everything, Wei Xi turned on the gas light and saw a photo placed on the table together with the crystal bottle. She and Betty were dressed in gorgeous clothes and smiling at that moment. Everything and the people here have changed.

She put the photo frame on the table and walked out.

Before the death of Mr. and Mrs. Monty, Allen Furston could still see the innocence and liveliness of a child on her young lady's face, but after the two of them died one after another, the innocence disappeared from Miss Abigail's face like bubbles, leaving only a mask-like indifference.

Thinking of this, the butler sighed silently in his heart.

The journey back to the manor was peaceful. Even though Allen Foster was not there, the remaining two guards were enough to protect Wei Xi.

The maid prepared the bath water for her and brought her a midnight snack. Wei Xi ate some lemon cake and sat on the bed playing with a dagger that was as bright as the moonlight.

She thought again of the previous saint whom Betty had mentioned during the day. The Monty family had more connections, both overt and covert, than Betty. Wei Xi didn't pay attention to it at that time, but now thinking back, she should have seen the photo of that "saint".

But till now, the beauty's withered bones are buried in the land of Yalai, scattered in the cold wind.

The Pope sent his son to Londium and stabbed Wei Xi with a knife without any hesitation, without worrying that Wei Xi would vent his anger on his only remaining son.

- Betty is not important, Philip Salohill is not important either. What is important is how difficult the Pope's life in Yalai is that he wants to cooperate with the Monti family, who has always been hostile to him.

The surprise hidden beneath the blood is not a murderous blade, but an olive branch representing peace.

We will probably have a conclusion tomorrow. Wei Xi closed his eyes in the night, feeling the long-lost and familiar night breeze blowing on his cheeks, and his hair gently falling behind him.

[Soul talent enhancement completed

Soul Talent: Future Vision

Current level: Determination - Analyze the conditions required for a certain future and help the holder achieve that future]