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Irene Theolos pulled back the cloak on her head, her jet-black curly hair hanging down, showing a faint blue color in the night.She looked at Julian with a mocking smile on her lips. "It's a surprise," she said.

Julian nodded. "Indeed, I didn't expect you to know the secret."

"Why do you think I don't know?" she continued, taking two steps forward. "Because I'm a woman? Or is it because I give you a mediocre impression?"

"No, quite the opposite," he said. "You're not an ordinary woman. You're smart."

"Ha! Clever!" Elena sneered, "I'm going to tell someone who has nothing to do with what I know, and this secret I should have buried deep in my heart and died with me. This is a fool's thing! "

Julian didn't speak.

"I won't tell you secrets for nothing." Irene's black eyes were fixed on Julian. "It's a fool! Secrets are poisoned arrows and wealth."

Julian understood, and he said, "You can make an exchange, it's justified."

"Will you accept it?" she asked.

"That depends on the conditions, if..."

"No, no, I won't make that difficult request. This condition is simple and easy for you."

"Oh." Julian replied uneasily.He knows that such a so-called 'simple' condition is probably the most unreasonable and excessive request. He has this experience. Lidi always said such things when asking him, and her request was without exception. Absolutely ridiculous.He couldn't see that Irina Theoros in front of him was any different from Lydia in this matter. "Then what are your conditions?"

"My condition is..." Irina suddenly hesitated when she said this, wringing her hands non-stop, but her eyes were still fixed on Julian, "The condition is—let me leave this place."

"What did you say?!" Julian frowned in surprise, "Get you out of here? What do you mean?"

Elena took another step forward quickly, and the distance between the two of them was so close that they were almost touching each other, and the mist they breathed mixed with each other. "I mean," she said, standing in front of him, in a venomous tone, "I hate this place, and I want to get out of here, it doesn't matter what it takes, just get out of here. It's up to me No. I have a husband, a man I don't love, and I don't want to live here half-dead with him until he dies. I need a foothold abroad. You know, I don't have money, and I don't have a foreign country. Relatives, I have to find someone who can help me."

"So you found me?"

"Yes, you are a Londoner and of high social standing (Julian sneered when she said this), which is exactly what I need. You can provide me with a way into London society, and I am willing to pay for it." I will give you the secrets I know."

"But why do you want to leave here?" said Julian. "It's a small town, but it's not bad. How many Londoners yearn for such a country life."

"Here?" Elena said, glancing around, "this place is a bright green cabbage that is rotten inside, a beautiful house with termite-eaten walls, a beautiful and charming place." A woman with a dry heart. One day it will eat everyone in this place. Is there anything wrong with me leaving such a place? I just want to save myself!"

"But..." Julian said awkwardly, "you should understand, Mrs. Theoros, this is not as easy as it sounds. I understand your situation, and I can help you, but I hope it will not be exchanged .I'd feel like a mean person, put it another way, Mrs. Theolos."

"What if I want to?" said Irene, the sparkle in her eyes making Julian shudder. "What if I have to?"

"lady……"

While they were arguing, there was a sudden noise in the cemetery, as if someone had appeared.This surprised both of them.They looked through the cracks in the stone wall and saw a black figure walking towards the cemetery holding a small flashlight.

"Maybe Klodkov," Irene whispered, "it seems we must leave now."

This is exactly what Julian wanted. He turned around and was about to slip away, but Irene grabbed his arm. He turned his head, and Irene said, "Don't forget what you said tonight. For what you want Secret, for the freedom I want, we should all remember what we should do." Then very suddenly, she kissed Julian's lips, and for a split second, Julian jumped away in surprise.With a smug smile, Elena put the cloak over her head, left the cemetery, and hid in the woods.

But here, Julian was leaning against the stone wall, not recovering from the shock just now for a long time.By the time someone put a hand on his shoulder, it was already too late.

"Ah!" Julian yelled.He realizes he's been caught straight, but it doesn't occur to him that it's not really his fault that he's outside the cemetery.But he was only too busy trying not to get caught, to get low, trying to get away as quickly as possible, even in the most ugly of positions (like rolling down a hill curled up).As soon as he took two steps, he was stopped by the people behind him.

"Why are you running? Since you have the guts to come to the cemetery at night, you should be prepared to be caught on the spot."

Hearing the mocking words, Julian sat down on the ground at once. He turned around and said while breathing hard, "Stephen! You bastard. Why are you here?"

"Hey. You're only allowed to date in the cemetery. I'm not allowed to walk in the cemetery. Where's a powerful man from?"

"I don't believe you! Honestly, what are you doing here?"

"You have to tell me why you are dating Mrs. Theoros first! It is always bad to seduce other people's wives." Stephen said.

"I didn't date her, let alone seduce her...I'll tell you when I get back! It's cold, I don't want to chat here."

"That's right," Stephen stretched out his hand to pull Julian up, "Come and walk around the cemetery with me."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm looking for the tombstone of Percy Molatov." Stephen winked at him.

The two stepped into the cemetery lightly, stooping to search the weedy aisle.Tombstones appeared and disappeared before their eyes, and the beam of the pocket flashlight in Stephen's hand flashed the names and inscriptions: dearest son...; heartbroken wife...; a clever and mischievous boy...; wise father... They seem to see one after another, born when the flashlight's light sweeps over the first letter, live in the middle of the sentence, and die at the final period-an inscription is a life.

In a quiet and serious atmosphere, they found the tombstone of Berkes Moratov.The surface of the marble tombstone has some cracks and pits, but the name and the year of birth and death can still be clearly seen.In addition, there is no writing on the tombstone, no inscriptions, no words of praise, nothing.It stands in stark contrast to the ornate tombstones of other members of the Moratov family nearby.

"It seems to have been erected hastily," Julian said. "It's cruel for the last member of a family."

"He was executed for treason, and normally there shouldn't even be a tombstone," Stephen said.

"Indeed. Perhaps the tombstone was erected some time after his death."

"Then who erected the tombstone?"

"I don't know. But one thing is for sure, the person who erected the tombstone must know the secret of the white lion and Berkes."

At this time, there was the creaking sound of the heavy door being opened, spreading into a creepy sound in the cold night sky.Julian and Stephen immediately hid their bodies in the shadows.

Stephen spoke silently with his mouth wide open, mouthing to Julian: Klodkov.Then he pointed to the southeast corner just now, and the two quietly retreated in that direction.

Klodkov was wearing a coat, and while shivering, he shone back and forth into the cemetery with a large flashlight.He didn't notice anything unusual, so he yawned and went back cursing.After Julian and Stephen came out of the cemetery, they walked down the valley along the path and went straight back to the Cedar Hill Inn.

It was dinner time at the Cedar Hill Hotel at eight o'clock in the evening. Julian went back to his room to change into clean clothes, and then went to the restaurant with Stephen for dinner.After the activities in the severe cold just now, both of them felt that they needed to replenish their calories, so they ordered a generous portion of tonkatsu, steaming vegetable soup and a basket full of various breads.At the dinner table, Julian told Stephen the reason and process of his "dating" with Elena Theoros, and let him read the letter.

During the narration, Stephen wanted to laugh all the time. At first he tried to hold back, but in the end, he couldn't help it anymore, he burst out laughing, and sprayed the vegetable soup on his clothes.This made Julian very unhappy.

"I didn't spray on your clothes." Stephen argued while wiping his pants with a napkin.

"I don't know what's so funny about it," said Julian.

"Hey, people have their eyes on you! But you still pretend to be ignorant. Isn't this ridiculous?"

"She's using me."

"Then why did she insist on doing it when you offered to help her for free? And there was that kiss! Hahahaha." Stephen laughed happily again, dancing around with knives and forks in his hands.Julian's face became even uglier. "Can you be more serious, I'm speaking very seriously." He was a little annoyed.

"I'm serious. You might as well just do as she said, and you'll get both a secret and a beauty, and you won't suffer any way. Ah, I know, you must feel that It's morally unjustifiable, but hell, you should be cheering up an affair like this."

"I'm not French." Julian said angrily, "Since you are so enthusiastic, then you can do it yourself. You are much younger than me, so you should be more satisfied with the ladies."

"I really want to, but people don't like me. Well, for our great cause, it doesn't matter if you indulge a little bit."

Julian snorted viciously, and then ate his head in suspense. No matter how much Stephen teased him, he refused to speak.

Nicholas Theoros was watching TV in the living room, while his father, Mr. Theoros, was sitting by the side calling relatives and friends to borrow money.There was the sound of a key turning at the door, and then Irina Theolos walked in.

"You've been away for a long time." Theolos said without raising his head.

"Oh, I forgot the time while chatting with Mrs. Barning. No, I brought back the pretzels she made. You can eat them first. I'm going to change clothes." Then, she put the biscuit box on the coffee table, Then walked into his room.

As soon as she entered the room, she locked the door, fell down on the bed, buried her face in the pillow, and let out a blurred laugh.She is very happy.Because she played the British reporter and her husband.She experienced again the mysterious, trembling pleasure of having an affair.She turned over, looked at the ceiling, and stretched out her fingers to gently stroke her lips.

What a wonderful and wonderful feeling!she thinks.Aren't her beautiful lips made to kiss?Thinking of Julian Raymond's panic-stricken expression, Elena laughed again.She was sure she would control him, as she had done before, make him fall in love with her, fall hopelessly at her feet, and then—she could get out of this damn place.

She can do anything for this, so what is it to be a man's mistress?

She stood up suddenly, quickly took off her cloak and coat, and put on house clothes.When she was dressing, she saw the brightly lit town outside the window. She stretched out her hands, as if she wanted to grasp the town in her hands, twisting and kneading her fingers like crushing worms.

Elena came out of the room, sat on the sofa, ate cookies and watched TV.Theolos is still calling everywhere.However, Nicholas found that his young stepmother was different. She suddenly became confident and triumphant, and something seemed to light up inside her.

Excerpts from Stephen Breumontrose's investigative diary on the White Lion incident:

Pamphlets about the town's history were found missing from Lin Nong's rented bookstore.Fortunately, with the help of Mr. Lin Nong, I have a deeper understanding of the object of investigation.Pretty much the same as I knew before.It was established that Berkes Moratov was albino.His tombstone was found in the cemetery, and the person who erected the tombstone was in doubt.

From this point of view, Bogus did die at the age of 23, so the appearance of the white lion is a miraculous human resurrection (like Lazarus)?Or is it somehow immortal (like a vampire)?To put it another way, is the transition between Bergs and the White Lion an acquired ability?Or is he innately possessed of immortality?

It's a question, a question.

Elena Theoros wants to exchange the secrets she has with Julian.What secret does she hold?To what extent?Discussing with Julian suggests she might know something, but probably not all.He decided to continue his relationship with Elena Theoros.

It's ridiculous how angry Julian is.He was too prudish and conservative for a Londoner.

At dinner, I heard from my father that it was confirmed that Mikhail Bouyil would soon return to town, which might be another avenue of investigation.

I am not very interested in the white lion now, but I am more interested in the person of Berkes.If Berkes was really such a beautiful person as Julian saw in his dream, I would like to get to know him very much.

ah!Why is it that Julian is always lucky enough to see a beautiful white lion, but I can only see a group of monsters?It's so unfair!

Regarding the white lion, now I can think of one word - revenge.

Burroughs was executed for treason, and his spirit is now taking revenge on the people of the small town. This is really a popular formula in popular novels. People who come up with such stories probably have very strange brain structures.