A day passed like this.

In the evening, the setting sun painted the sea crimson. On the way back to the hotel, the shadow of Xifa was dragged for a long, long time.

At the door of the White Windmill Hotel, Sifah saw Calvin, who was sitting on a sightseeing bench beside the door like a real Loen gentleman, next to a bottle of wine with a colorful ribbon tied with a bow.

It seems that he did not sell the wine.

Sifa pushed his hat, walked over, and sat down beside him: "We'll leave tomorrow morning."

Today, he still hasn't gained anything. Judging from Calvin's appearance, the result should be similar.

As for Church, there probably won't be any good news. Sifa has already planned to give up the commission from the Antiquities Recycling Association.

Calvin nodded and said softly, "It's a pity that there is no related item for that gentleman. Otherwise, I can perform divination, and maybe I will find something."

"It does not matter."

Sifa looked towards the somewhat empty street: "Isn't Churchy back yet?"

He took out his pocket watch and glanced at it. It was getting late, and the sun would soon set.

Calvin shook his head: "I didn't see him."

"In addition, there are obviously fewer people in the town today than yesterday. Also, the hotel is very quiet."

Sifa closed the cover of his pocket watch and looked into the hotel door, only to see the owner, Barry, behind the reception desk looking at the ledger. There seemed to be no one else in the hotel except him.

His wife, his daughter doesn't seem to be in the hotel.

There's a weird atmosphere everywhere...

Sifa lifted the watch cover again and glanced at the time: "Why hasn't Churchy returned yet?"

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Outside the hotel, the empty street seemed so quiet. It was so quiet that even the sound of the waves could not be heard, there were no human voices and birdsong, only the sound of the gears of the pocket watch ringing.

Little by little the sun lost its temperature, the sun gradually receded, the light gradually dimmed, and soon, the sky had turned a strange indigo blue, only the western sky was still a red light, and the rest of the place had been occupied by night.

it's dark.

Sifa looked at Calvin, and both of them had solemn expressions on their faces.

Church didn't come back.

"Go upstairs." Calvin got up quickly and suggested.

The two pushed open the door of the hotel, and the rattle on the door rang cheerfully, which seemed so strange in the dimly lit, silent hotel lobby. Barry at the reception was lighting a candle, and the candlelight reflected a gloomy face on his face.

"Need a meal? The chef is on leave today. If necessary, we still have bread and pork sausages. I can heat it for you." Bally said blankly.

Sifa took off his hat and smiled and responded, "Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Barry, we ate outside."

"By the way, Mr. Barry. Did you see our companion today, another grey-haired gentleman?"

Barry picked up the account book and said nonchalantly, "Don't make fun of me, Mr. Reilly, I'm very busy, these **** accounts are in a mess, and it will take me a long time to sort them out."

"Sorry, I'm not complaining to you... As for the gray-haired gentleman, I haven't seen it before. Also, weren't you two gentlemen the only ones who checked in with me yesterday?"

He raised his head, the candlelight cast a rich shadow on his face, making the innkeeper look lifeless.

Only the two of us are staying? Sir, have you lost your memory?

Sifa kept a smile on the surface: "I probably remembered it wrong."

Putting his hat back on, he and Calvin walked away quickly. They were already certain that something had happened to Church.

Returning to Calvin's room, the 'divine' opened the closet and said while looking for something: "In order to deal with similar emergencies, I usually pay attention to collecting everyone's hair, etc., so that I can do it when needed. Divination."

"found it."

Calvin looked through a coat pocket in the closet and found a glass bottle with a few hairs in it. There was a label on the bottle with a name on it: Church.

Very cautious, very careful, Xifa made a simple evaluation in his heart.

Calvin opened the bottle, took out the hair inside, found the paper and pen, and wrote the divination statement: "I want to use dream divination, it will take a while."

Xifa nodded: "No problem, you divination, I'll be waiting here."

He took out the 'Depraved Whisper' and looked at the doors and windows of the room vigilantly.

Calvin quickly wrote down the divination statement: Church's location.

Then he took the hair and the paper with the divination statement written on it, and sat in an easy chair in the room. There was only one candle in the room, the light was dim, and everything was blurry and not clear enough.

Calvin was half-dissolved in the shadows. He closed his eyes and breathed evenly. After a while, he seemed to fall into a deep sleep.

He entered the dream state, at first his consciousness was blurred, but he soon 'awake' and knew he was dreaming.

In this gray and distorted world, Calvin seemed to be walking in a dense gray fog. Soon, some pictures began to emerge in this gray and gray world.

He saw a living room, a dimly lit living room, where there were many things with witchcraft elements, like several glass jars with many eyeballs, like golden skull-shaped candlesticks, stacked with many small bottle rack...

In this unclear picture, Calvin saw a gray-haired man with his back to Calvin, who was walking with a stiff, uncoordinated movement.

Church!

Church reached out to touch the glass jars with eyeballs, and slid his fingers over the golden skull candlesticks, looking as if he was deeply attached to these things.

He came to another wall, and there were large and small photo frames hanging on it. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com turned out to be a photo wall.

Calvin's field of vision zoomed in, and in several photos, men and women were sitting or standing, but they all closed their eyes and pressed a copper coin over their eyes.

At this moment, through the glass of the photo frame, Calvin saw Church's figure in the glass.

Saw Church's face.

At this time, Church had no pupils. At this time, Church had only a tingling white in the eye socket!

In an instant, Calvin broke away from the dream, and at this moment, the image just now was still circling in his mind.

After he quickly calmed down, he stood up: "Churchi was controlled, like an evil spirit possessed, and he appeared in a living room."

"There are a lot of witchcraft elements there, there's a photo wall, and those photos are very strange. The people in it all have their eyes closed and coins are pressed on their eyes."

After Xifa heard the description, he immediately exclaimed, "Photos of the dead!"

He knew where Church was.

The place that Calvin described was the residence of Mrs. Hilda, the priest of the island at the time. At that time, Midia took Sifa to visit that lady.

And later, in the basement there, Sifa found Quincy and others who were to be prepared as sacrifices.

Could it be that Church was imprisoned there too?

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