Chapter 194 Doubt Right hand...Franca suddenly shuddered. As a "witch", one of the things she is most familiar with is the mirror, and she is very sensitive to the corresponding details, one of which is: The person looking in the mirror and the reflection in the mirror are reversed left to right! The current situation is: Elken, who was used to using his right hand, started to prefer using his left hand after entering that special mirror world and coming out, while Franka and Lumian did not have such changes! What does this mean? Franca shuddered for a moment. At this time, seeing Christo return to the bottom of the warehouse and shouting to the office on the top floor, asking Erken to take down all his white Danxia wine, Lumian leaned close to Franca's ear and said in a low voice: “Do you have any associations?” "You thought of that too?" Franca was a little surprised. Without rich knowledge of mysticism and enough extraordinary encounters, it would be difficult to detect Erken's abnormality and lock in the corresponding possibilities! Lumian replied in a low voice: “Based on the amount of blood left in that space, I don’t think any normal person can survive. From the beginning, I believed that there was something wrong with Erken and the other people in that caravan. "And you also said that the seemingly special world in the mirror contains your past self, the you in the mirror. “The person in the mirror and reality are opposite.

"Do you think it is possible that the Erken in the mirror world has replaced the original Erken?" Franka was silent for a few seconds and said: “I don’t want to think about this terrifying possibility, but the situation is becoming more and more like what you said. "I need to confirm this." While the two were talking, Erken walked down from the top floor of the warehouse, carrying a cloth bag filled with various spices and two bottles of white Danxia wine, and turned into a gray-white two-story building not far away. That was the restaurant and kitchen set up by "Rat" Crystal for his smugglers. ——On the surface, he is a businessman who owns several companies whose main businesses are goods trading and warehouse storage. Franca walked towards Kristo and asked with a serious expression: "Are you sure that's really Irken?" Christo blurted out in astonishment: "Why do you ask such a strange question? It must be Erken. Steam, how could I not recognize my own brother? "The little ones I raised were also very close to him and didn't feel he was a stranger." Franca thought about it for a moment and smiled: "I just think that once you enter a weird place like that, something will go wrong to some extent." "I checked on them, they're all fine, just a little weak and bleeding. Damn, we'll have to give them some consolation money this time. Tell me, why did Emperor Roselle come up with these weird things, and why do so many people remember them? It's been almost two hundred years!" "Mouse" Christo felt distressed by the extra expenses. Franka laughed: "You weren't a Beyonder yet. When you didn't take over the smuggling business, didn't you expect the bosses above to abide by customs and give you a little more money for certain things?" Krystal was silent for a moment, not knowing how to respond. Franka then said: "I'll help you confirm if there are any problems with those people." She immediately took out her makeup box and Erken's handkerchief and started fortune-telling in front of "Mouse" Kristo. “Erken’s location. "Erken's location..." While repeating the words of Hermes, Franka, with eyes suddenly deep, stroked the surface of the makeup mirror.

Lumian saw the mirror become dark, with faint rippling water light. Soon, a scene appeared in the mirror: Erken, wearing a blue short jacket, was standing at the edge of the kitchen, communicating with the chef inside. "I told you there's no problem." "Mouse" Crystal laughed. He then pointed to the warehouse: "I still have some things to take care of. You can walk around on your own or wait for me inside the restaurant." After watching the short smuggling leader enter the warehouse, Lumian turned sideways and looked at Franka: "It appears that the real Irken is dead." Therefore, the divination result points to the him who originally belonged to the mirror world. "Do you still think there's something wrong with Elken and the others?" Franka frowned. “What else?” Lumian laughed. “Cover your eyes and ears, and pretend you didn’t see anything, heard anything, or noticed anything?” Franka thought for a moment and said: "Maybe because I'm using a mirror for divination, it's easier to point to the person in the mirror. I'll try another method." She looked around the warehouse area, picked up a short wooden stick, stood it in front of her, and pressed the top. After a divination statement similar to the previous one, the wooden stick fell down and pointed to the gray-white two-story building representing the kitchen and restaurant. Elkin was there. Franka was silent for a while and said: "I'll see if that mirror can do anything." She was referring to the classical silver mirror that connected to that special world, hoping to use it to bring back all the monsters that came out of the mirror. Lumian followed Franca into the restaurant with great anticipation. The first thing they saw was a woman in a gray-green dress, who looked to be about 27 or 28 years old. She was holding two children, a boy and a girl. She hugged Erken who came out of the kitchen, and was so happy that she cried. "You're finally back!" "father!" "Daddy, play with me!" Amidst the shouts, Erken's face was filled with joy, with happiness written all over his brows and eyes. "..." Franca stopped and looked at the family reunion scene without speaking for a long time. Finally, she sighed and said: "Wait a minute." Lumian smiled: "Are you unwilling to bear it?" Franka said "Ah": “The real Erken is probably dead, this is at least his reflection. "If I try now, reveal his true face, kill him or drive him back into the mirror, not only will his wife and his children not be grateful to me, they will hate me and be hostile to me." "Yeah, that's right." Lumian laughed. "Anyway, no matter what happens in the future, whether people die or not, it has nothing to do with us. We just need to be careful. Why do we have to be the 'bad guy'? No one will thank you. Well, just stay away from the 'rats' for the time being. If they don't see it, it means it didn't happen."

Franka became even more confused. She didn't know what the reflection in the mirror would do after replacing the real person. What if the original kindness turns into cruelty, and the original love turns into hatred? "Your words are a bit cruel..." Unable to make a decision, Franca could only look at Lumian and sighed. She began to think that Janna's assessment of Charles was correct to a certain extent. “Ma’am, am I not just speaking in accordance with your opinion and helping you convince yourself?” Lumian was both angry and amused. Franca smiled awkwardly: "How would you handle this situation?" Lumian looked at Erken, who was telling his wife and children about his strange experience, and said as if he was talking about someone else's story: "Get someone to write a letter and report this to the police headquarters or some church. "The letter only said that Rat Kristo's brother, Alken, led a group of people into a strange space underground and disappeared for most of the day. When they came out and returned to the surface, their dominant hand had changed. "Official Beyonders have dealt with many abnormal incidents and are not unfamiliar with the underground. They should be able to guess what went wrong with Erken and the others. "As for how they deal with it, it is their business and we don't need to worry about it. If they don't touch Erken and the others, then the man in the mirror is not a threat and can replace the original owner who has died. If they kill those monsters, we won't have to face the pain and hatred, and we don't need to pay compensation. “In short, trust the government and trust the church. "Emperor Roselle seemed to have said something like, if a gentleman sees an animal he is familiar with being killed, he will not have the heart to eat its meat, but if he has not seen it and does not know about it, then it is fine and he can eat it happily. This is also the case." Lumian was unable to repeat the original words and could only organize the sentences according to his own understanding. Franka thought seriously for a few seconds and was completely convinced: "Too……" She glanced at Lumian. "You don't sound like a gang leader at all." "A real gang leader must know how to take advantage of the authorities." Lumian smiled. Franka laughed and said: "Do I have to call you 'Godfather' from now on?" Before Lumian could ask any questions, she added: “The Godfather of the Mafia. "Well, you don't have any channels for now, so I'll be responsible for leaking the news to the authorities." The godfather of the mafia... Lumian had heard from his sister that the subject of her next book would be this. He roughly understood what it meant and felt a little sad for a moment. In the following time, he and Franka happily attended the dinner party hosted by "Mouse" Christo, and had a good chat with Erken and other members of the smuggling caravan. Lumian was full of praise for the authentic Savoyard roast chicken. It had spices stuffed in its belly and similar things smeared on the surface. It was roasted until the skin was golden, the juice was flowing out, and the rich aroma was overflowing. Cut a piece of meat with skin, soak it in juice for a few seconds, and then put it in your mouth. The feeling is so wonderful that you can't stop eating it. When the dinner was coming to an end, Franca saw that there were only a few people left around the table, so she looked at the "rat" Christo beside her and said with a smile: "Come here, I have something to ask you."

Crystal, who was a little dazed for a moment, moved his chair closer to Franca and smiled back: "whats the matter?" Franka smiled and whispered: "Actually, Ciel and I also entered that strange world. We were lucky enough to escape..." At this point, she quickly pulled out the short knife used to cut the roast chicken, stabbed it into the table in front of "Mouse" Kristo, and asked coldly: "What on earth did you hide in that batch of goods? It almost killed us!" "I, I don't know!" Crystal looked around and broke out in a cold sweat. Seeing that only himself, Franka, and Charles were left at the dining table, he quickly explained: "I really don't know. The boss asked me to bring it to Trier!" (End of this chapter)