In the small town of Morse, which is full of harvest, it seems to be shrouded in an invisible and intangible shadow.

In the hotel room, the pale Monaghan looked at the bright sunshine outside the window and was silent for a long time.

After a while, he took a long breath and whispered to Lucid:

"Let's go to the next room, it's not very good to make Morris noisy."

"okay."

Lucid nodded, and replied in a low voice.

So the two quietly left the room and moved to the next door.

In fact, the three rooms nearby were all wrapped up by them.

In the initial plan, they wanted to rent two rooms.

Monaghan and Walter live in the same room, while Lucid lives in another room with Morris.

But this was strongly opposed by Lucid.

She didn't want to stay with Morris, it was easy to be exposed, and she always felt a guilty conscience inexplicably.

What's more, Lucid had to maintain the personality of "Miss Noble", so he paid for it and rented another one.

Never imagined that this incident completely disrupted their plans.

This led to the embarrassing scene of renting three rooms but only using one.

But it happens to come in handy now.

The door was locked vigilantly, and the two sat opposite each other in front of the desk in the room.

He sighed in relief, and Monaghan's eyes slowly recovered a bit, and the hazy mist in his eyes seemed to be less.

He narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice:

"Although I fainted, I didn't get anything for nothing."

"Um?"

Lucid was a little surprised, and asked quickly:

"What did you find?"

Monaghan's eyes suddenly became much deeper, and his state became more agitated. He recalled:

"In the dream fragment before the blood moon appeared, something appeared repeatedly...It was a black pipe with gold rims!"

After a pause, a glimmer of cold flashed in his eyes, adding:

"I think this should be a clue!"

Having said this, I couldn't help standing up a little excited and muttered:

"Yes... this should be used as a breakthrough point!"

"Frlain, fortune telling whether there is such a black pipe with gold rim in this hotel!"

Nodding his head, Lucid untiedly removed the ruby ​​pendulum from his wrist and started divination.

The room became silent for a while, Monaghan also held his breath, staring solemnly at the crystal clear ruby.

After a while, Lucid opened his eyes.

Unexpectedly, the ruby ​​pendant turned counterclockwise.

This represents negation.

If his divination has not been tampered with, then in other words, there is no such thing in the hotel.

Generally speaking, this kind of divination that goes around many ways is difficult to tamper with.

How can a normal person be so idle and do anti-divination work for a mere pipe?

So this result has a certain degree of credibility.

Pursing his lips, Lucid couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

Does this mean that the cultist has left the hotel?

And Monaghan, who also saw the results of the divination, pondered for a moment, and immediately walked out of the room vigorously, and said to Lucid as he walked:

"I'll ask the boss to see if he knows something about pipes."

Seeing Monaghan's going away, Lucid couldn't help frowning slightly.

"It seems that something is wrong?"

Tilting his head, he reflected on the matter again, but he didn't think of a reason.

He shook his head vigorously, and stopped thinking impetuously.

As if there is an invisible man behind the scenes, secretly manipulating everything in front of him.

Standing up, Lucid walked out of the room thoughtfully.

Through the railings in the corridor on the second floor, the heads of the people in the lobby were surging.

This is completely different from the desertedness when the business was closed yesterday. Today, the hotel is full of people and people are coming and going.

Today's hotel has resumed business. It is now time for dinner, and there are already many diners in the lobby.

Cursing his lips, Lucid finally knew where the sound of waking him came from.

Just as she was secretly depressed, the door next to her opened with a "creak", and Morris, dressed in black, slowly walked out of the room with a rapier.

Monaghan also hurriedly climbed the stairs, glanced at Morris, and said eagerly:

"It's just right, let's set off now!"

"Clam?"

Lucid was a little dazed for a while.

What's the situation?

Seeing "Frein" puzzled, Monaghan rubbed his forehead and explained:

"I asked the boss. According to him, the owner of the pipe left the hotel early in the morning, and we have to catch up!"

After that, he called Walter again and hurriedly began to pack up his luggage.

But the weirdness in Lucid's heart grew stronger.

I always feel like something is wrong.

At this time, a skinny man dressed as a waiter passed by the corridor and turned around and went downstairs without hesitation.

"what?!"

His pupils shrank slightly, and a turbulent sea raged in Lucid's heart.

From the "waiter", there was a clear **** smell mixed with a rancid smell.

The breath of "Cthulhu"!

It was like Daigo's initiation, at this moment, Lucid finally figured it out.

Monaghan was most likely misled!

Since he has the ability to faint, why should he deliberately leave such an obvious flaw?

Obviously, this is a trap!

Divert the attention of the "night watcher" to achieve a certain purpose.

And this "waiter" who is obviously related to the "Cthulhu" is even more powerful evidence!

Cultists are still in this hotel.

The clues about the "pipe" are all targeted misleading!

After thinking about everything, he couldn't help taking a deep breath and thinking quickly.

"You can't let this stunned Captain Qing stand to death, you have to find a way to stop him!"

Pursing his lips, Lucid smiled "shyly" at Morris next to him:

"I'll go to the bathroom first..."

Then, regardless of other ~lightnovelpub.net~, he turned his head straight into the bathroom and locked the door.

I took out the little black book from my pocket and turned directly to the third-to-last page.

I saw that on this page, there were a few crooked words like "Walter" written impressively, with curly black short hair stuck in it.

Since Walter is a bald head, this hair belonging to him will inevitably be a little different, which is understandable.

Speaking of it, she found it in the bathroom.

With a look of disgust, Lucid threw a curse at the strangely shiny hair.

With some guilty conscience, he shrank his neck, closed the little black notebook with a snap, and put it back in his pocket.

I couldn't help but touched his nose again and murmured:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Banana, there is no other way."