Chapter 456 The Missing Writer (Third update, please give me a guaranteed monthly ticket) Lumian put the "secret-seeing glasses" on his nose and immediately felt the house spinning and the ground shaking. He resisted the nausea and dizziness, and felt that the scene before his eyes was divided into pieces, overlapping each other, presenting an extremely strange situation: The bed was pressing down on the desk, which was leaning against the ceiling. Behind the ceiling was a water faucet, which seemed to be installed inside the closet... They were like pieces of translucent canvases overlapping each other and reflected in Lumian's eyes. On the side of the wardrobe, a slightly pale face stood out. The face had fluffy brown hair that was parted naturally, and dark brown eyes beneath black-framed glasses. It was Gabriel who had cleaned himself up and looked like he hadn't stayed up late for a while. The playwright looked at Lumian with a slightly empty and twisted but real smile on his face. His right hand stretched out from the void and waved gently, and his face shrank into the bottom of the translucent layers and disappeared completely. Lumian glanced to both sides a few times, and after confirming that Gabriel had not appeared again, he quickly took off his "secret glasses" and put on the "eye of truth" that caused intermittent tinnitus on the left side. This magical object, composed of a main body of whitish flesh and dark blood vessels, covered the corresponding ear, allowing Lumian to hear bursts of extremely fast voices coming from the distant horizon, while the lens made of tangled purple blood vessels pressed against his eyes, allowing him to see faint blood, layered blocks of color, a room that was one-third integrated into the scene, and an invisible frosted glass curtain.

The latter two either subsided rapidly or gradually returned to normal. Before the whispers became clear, Lumian took off the Eye of Truth and rubbed his forehead which was beginning to sting. Combining the scenes seen by the two magical objects, he believed that Gabriel was also contaminated by the "Inn" and turned into a monster that could not be touched or seen in normal ways. But the playwright apparently still retained some sanity, not only recognizing Lumian but also waving goodbye to him cheerfully. The action of putting the white glazed porcelain single-handled water cup back to its original place just now seemed like he was saying hello and trying to get Lumian's attention. “He accepted the fact that he had become a monster and was even a little happy about it? When did he come into contact with the ‘Inn’?” Lumian frowned slightly. His eyes suddenly fell on the manuscript on the desk. He felt that the story in this unfinished script was very familiar. Lumian picked up the manuscript and, unlike the quick glance he had just taken, this time he read it carefully. After just reading the first part, he was sure that the prototype of the protagonist of this script was Gabriel himself. The character's personality, life details, the indifference he encountered, and the experience of being forced to create vulgar works were all very consistent. As for the heroine, the woman who is addicted to the gang but constantly encourages the hero to create, Lumian feels that if it weren't for the gender error, wouldn't this background setting be for himself? Of course, the heroine's personality, way of speaking, and words of encouragement are all completely different from his. Even in the gangster part, Lumian still saw the shadow of Charlie. "In other words, the heroine's identity, background, and gangster experience are a combination of Charlie and me, while the interaction with the hero is done by someone else...Gabriel said that at the Golden Rooster Hotel, the only ones who encouraged him were me and the nude model Safari. Charlie would just drink with him, not laugh at him, just tease him... Nude model, the painter's nude model! Safari slept with Gabriel for one night before she moved out!" Lumian quickly put the pieces together. He felt that the source of the problem should be the nude model Safari! This young lady once followed a painter to a seaside town to act as a model, and it was a long time before she returned to the Golden Rooster Hotel. painter! "Could it be that Gabriel was contaminated that night? The place Safari moved to was a 'hostel'?" Lumian read the script carefully, not missing a single word. Since this is a story Gabriel created based on his own experiences, it is inevitable that many real details and emotions will be added. These could all be clues! Lumian read the script with the sunlight coming through the bay window. As the plot progressed, he felt the love hidden in Gabriel's heart, and felt the pain of regret, reluctance and longing that he could not forget even after he thought he could let go of this relationship and move to a better neighborhood to start a new life. In the end, the protagonist recognizes his own heart and feelings, no longer escapes, and actively looks for the trace of his lover: He visits people who know each other, he pursues the hotels and inns that appear in his dreams, he goes to gallery after gallery to see if there are any new works based on the lovers for sale... His efforts all failed, and he wrote that inner monologue.

"It stops here, there is no further part... I can't tell whether he found Safari..." Lumian put down the manuscript in disappointment and opened the drawer to see if there were any drafts, outlines, or notebooks for recording inspiration. Unfortunately, it is only in the first part. When writing the second half, Gabriel seems to have been immersed in that emotion and wrote the inner monologue in one breath. Lumian looked at the papers in front of him and fell into deep thought: "From this script and the other items in the room, Gabriel has not yet found Safaree... "That is, he did not actually come into contact with the 'hostel'... "Moreover, judging from the situation in the script and Rabe's description, Gabriel had not been contaminated or received any traces of the gift until he stopped writing. Although he was in pain from losing his lover, that was a normal phenomenon... "Why would such a person suddenly become an untouchable monster? "Just knowing about the 'hostel' shouldn't have caused me to suffer this... "Except for me who is in a special state, Franka knows about the 'hostel', Janna knows about the 'hostel', Anthony Reid, the art dealer Theresa, the members of the Witch Cult in Trier, Mr. K of the 'Aurora Society', and a large number of 'Purifiers' of the 'Eternal Blazing Sun' Church also know about the 'hostel'. There are ordinary people and extraordinary people here, but none of them have any problems... "Beatrice of the Blissful Society knew where the Hostel was and was going to get a painting, so Franca and I made a mistake. Bouvard of the Sinners predicted the disaster related to the Hostel, so he suffered a backlash and was contaminated and turned into a strange corpse. The Dream Seekers charity organization was most likely sponsoring painters, writers, and other evil god believers related to the Hostel, so it was destroyed as soon as there was a risk of being exposed... "Gabriel, why? "Could he have encountered something recently that led to a deeper understanding of the 'hostel', or discovered Safari's whereabouts?" Lumian had a preliminary guess and searched Gabriel's rented apartment again with a clear purpose. Nothing gained. He then left 34 Saint-Michel Street and returned to the "Third-Rate Writers" bar, where he sat next to Rabe who was drinking. "A glass of 'Green Fairy'." Lumian knocked on the bar. Then, he turned his head to Rabe and said: "Do you know where Gabriel has been these past few days?" "You'll have to ask them." Rabe pointed to a small round table near the window. He is a down-and-out writer and a story worker without a pen name. It is already quite lucky for him to meet a rising star like Gabriel and attend his private parties. In daily life, he cannot participate in their activities because he has to work at fixed times every day and complete the tasks given by his boss. With Rabe's introduction, Lumian came to the small round table. The moment he saw the four men, he was stunned: Aren’t these the same people who were discussing the painter Mullen’s spoof work “Café”? The leader listened to Lumian's question and replied with a bit of doubt: "The last time we saw Gabriel was the day before yesterday. We went to see an exhibition at the Trier Art Center." Art exhibition...Lumian's eyebrows jumped. ………… The town of Chayo. Franka, wearing a white jacket, followed Browns Soren, wearing a black coat, through the manor covered with vines. "Where are you taking me?" Franca, who came at the invitation, did not hide her doubts.

Bronx glanced at her: "I'll take you to see my teacher. You've passed the test and are a full member of our sect." Browns Soran's teacher... a high-ranking witch? The leader of the witch sect in Trier? Franka's thoughts raced, and she smiled and said: "Does this mean I can get membership benefits?" The word welfare was invented by Emperor Roselle and is widely known in Intis. Browns kept her distance from Franka: "what do you want?" "The recipe for the 'pain' potion." Franka answered without hesitation. "Pain" is the name of Sequence 5 of the "Assassin" pathway, often referred to as the "Witch of Pain". Browns sneered: "How dare you make such a request! Do you think you have made enough contribution now to ask for the recipe of the 'pain' potion?" She paused and continued: "Of course, if you accomplish something for the sect, this can be your benefit." Franka, who had no hope and was just trying it out, glanced at Browns: "whats the matter?" Browns replied: "We have received intelligence that the 'Iron Cross' secretly brought an item into Trier through an underground tunnel a few months ago. If you can figure out what it is and who has it now, you can get the formula for the 'Pain' potion." A few months ago... an underground tunnel... secretly delivered something to Trier... Franca suddenly recalled the incident when "Mouse" Christo lost his brother. In order to help the Savoyard smuggling leader find his brother and retrieve the items he was transporting, she and Lumian were swallowed by a strange mirror world and almost couldn't escape. She also received a classic-style sterling silver mirror. PS: For the third update, please give me a guaranteed monthly ticket~ (End of this chapter)