"Another three men in masks."

For a moment, he couldn't tell if there was helplessness or sarcasm in the old man Gamel's eyes.

"Please come in..." The old man's voice sounded like he was talking to himself, "It's really cold outside."

After expressing their thanks, the three entered the old man's home.

The moonlight could see that Garmel's face was a little flushed, obviously he had just finished drinking.

The old man's home is very simple, but very warm. There are oil paintings in the same style on the walls, mostly of natural scenery covered with snow.

Sean also saw a painting depicting Lake Mistani in it, but the scenery in the painting was very different from the one outside Ivan's cabin, it seemed to be looking at the big lake from another direction.

Thinking of that wooden house, Sean's chest felt tight again, as if he had been punched.

On a small coal stove, water boiled in an iron pot.

While looking for something in the kitchen, the old man muttered in a low voice: "I usually drink a little tea before going to bed..."

As he spoke, he found a few tin mugs that looked old but were well washed and placed them on the polished wooden table.

In order to liven up the atmosphere in the room, Moonlight, who had already sat down, looked at the paintings on the wall: "Did you draw these, Mr. Garmer?"

The old gentleman who came over with the iron pot hummed, put the pot on the table, and turned to look at the paintings.

For a moment, Sean felt that the other party's figure seemed to be standing alone outdoors, looking at the snow in the forest.

Sean suddenly discovered something.

The old gentleman's paintings all have a pure beauty, as if it is like the winter in Joyer, but...

He seems to only paint one subject—winter woodland.

This simplification of the subject matter made Sean feel like he was going round and round and never came out of the woods.

After a while, the old man turned his head, and with a fairly steady hand, made black tea for the three uninvited guests.

Then he sat down by himself and fiddled with the fire in silence.

The temperature of the hot tea is transferred to the hand through the tin cup, which is reassuring.

In a much softened atmosphere, Sean said directly: "This time I take the liberty of visiting the old gentleman, I want to ask you a question about a piece of work."

Carmel didn't speak, he put the iron hook for poking the fire at his feet, and gently pushed his thick glasses—the woolen gloves with holes in them, and there were still many traces of paint on the gloves.

Moonlight felt that Garmel didn't look as confused as Mrs. Berg said.

"It's the painting hanging in Berg's tavern." Sean glanced at Olivia, who was sitting a little away from the fire, always keeping an appropriate vigilance while being elegant, "We want to ask you , Is that the scene you saw with your own eyes?"

The old man held the tin cup, blew on it gently, and took a sip of the tea. His chapped lips became brighter: "Yes." His voice was very soft, but the three of Sean could hear it clearly, "Yes I saw it with my own eyes...

The old man's eyes stopped: "I didn't have the courage to draw it before, but now that I'm older, I just..."

He took another sip of his tea. The moonlight could feel that the old man seemed to like being visited and chatted very much.

Hearing Garmel's answer, Sean's heart beat a little faster.

He did not expect to find witnesses to a secret incident more than sixty years ago.

As if he had finally opened up the conversation box, the old man cleared his throat: "Many people thought it was a scene I imagined. After all, many people have never seen that strange thing clearly..."

Witnessing the evil directly would almost cause an unbearable psychological shock to ordinary people.

But fortunately, Garmel doesn't seem to have too malignant symptoms, just repeatedly painting snow scenes.

Sean breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that the next interview would go very well.

If they're lucky, they might even learn the secrets about Ivan's death.

"Old man, under what circumstances did you see those three explorers repel that monster?"

The old man's expression suddenly became a little strange—he frowned and looked at Sean with puzzled eyes.

As if Sean said something very strange...

"Is there a problem?" Sean asked quickly.

The quiet atmosphere in the room lasted for a while, and the old man's brows were suddenly untied, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face: "Repel that monster...?

"So that's how people in the town understand the painting?"

The three of Xiao En didn't understand what the old man meant, and frowned at the same time.

Jiamel lowered his head, his whole shoulders began to shake, and there was a strange noise in his throat.

Moonlight, who was a little nervous, realized after a few seconds that the old man was laughing.

The old man raised his head, his chapped lips opened in an arc, revealing his yellow-brown broken teeth...

His smile was deep and hoarse, continuous, as if remembering a joke that only he knew.

The bowstring in Olivia's body was already taut, ready to make any movement at any time.

Sean just waited quietly, like a flame dancing quietly in a furnace.

After a long while, the old man who laughed really weirdly came back to his senses, accelerated his breathing to supplement the oxygen, and the change of expression on his face made him seem to be a different person, he said out of breath: "Repelled the monster?

"No, no, it's all wrong..."

Sean saw that Garmel's pupils froze.

He knew that what appeared in the vision of the person in front of him was the scene of that painting.

"It didn't repel the monster," the old man said with a cynical tone, as if he had seen through all the ugliness.

"That painting depicts the scene where they created that monster."

The room fell into an excessive silence, and anyone could understand the frozen air at this moment, which was called "doubt".

Moonlight blinked a few times and looked at Sean.

Although Sean was breathing evenly, he was clearly digesting what the old man said.

"If," Sean put his hand on the table quietly, like an elegant and sleeping cat, thinking in his heart, "as Mrs. Burger said, Mr. Garmel is a little demented, then what he just said is completely It may be some nonsense, don't think about it...

"But ~lightnovelpub.net~ Sean looked at Gamel who seemed to be still smiling, "If it's because others don't want to understand what this taciturn old man said, so they think he is confused? "

That means that no one is willing to listen to what he said after seeing the incomprehensible scene, and no one is willing to understand.

After all, the Wendigo, mass cannibalism, accusations and suspicions all over the world... it's all chaotic and crazy enough, and he doesn't think the people of Junyer have the mental space to understand what Garmel is talking about .

However, they inadvertently stood in front of the truth of the incident more than sixty years ago.

According to what the old man said just now, then, the appearance of the Wendigo was not because of the combination of cold and hunger, but because it was summoned by the explorer.

An incomprehensible scene.

Sean finally exhaled:

What happened in the snow forest back then?