"It's three people wearing masks again."

For a while, it was impossible to see whether there was helplessness or ridicule in the eyes of the old man Jiamer.

"Please come in..." The old man's voice seemed to be muttering to himself, "It's very cold standing outside."

After thanking them, the three entered the old man's house.

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

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

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

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

On a small coal stove, the water in the iron kettle was boiled.

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

With that said, he found a few tin cups that looked very 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. Garmel?"

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

For a moment, Sean felt that the other person's figure was like standing alone outdoors, looking at the snowy scenery in the forest.

Sean suddenly discovered something.

The painting of the old gentleman has a pure beauty, as if it is like the winter of Jonyer, but...

He seems to only paint one subject - the woodland in winter.

This simplification of the subject matter makes Sean feel like he is going around in circles and never comes out of that forest.

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, making people feel reassuring.

In the softened atmosphere, Sean said directly: "I take the liberty to visit the old gentleman this time, and I want to ask you a question about a work."

Jiamer didn't speak, he put the iron hook for fiddling with the fire beside his feet, and gently pushed the thick glasses - wool gloves with holes, and there were many traces of paint on the gloves.

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

"It's the painting that hangs in the Burger's Tavern." Sean glanced at Olivia, who sat a little further from the fire, always being graceful while maintaining proper vigilance, "We want to ask you , is that what you saw with your own eyes?"

The old gentleman held the tin cup, blew lightly, took a sip of tea, and his chapped lips became brighter: "Yes." His voice was very slight, but the three of Sean could hear clearly, "Yes. What I saw 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 tea. Moonlight could feel that the old man seemed to like being visited and chatting.

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

He didn't expect to find witnesses to a secret incident more than 60 years ago.

It seemed that he finally opened the chat box, and the old man cleared his throat: "Many people thought that was the scene I imagined, after all, many people have not seen that strange thing clearly..."

To witness the evil directly, for ordinary people, it will almost cause an unbearable psychological impact.

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

Sean breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that the next question would go very smoothly.

With any luck, they might even learn the secrets of Evan's death.

"Sir, under what circumstances did you see the three explorers repelling the 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 any problem?" Sean asked quickly.

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

"So this is how people in the town understand this painting?"

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

Jiamer lowered his head, his entire shoulders began to shake, and there was a strange sound in his throat.

Some nervous moonlight, only 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 yellow-brown missing teeth...

His smile was low and hoarse and continued, as if he had remembered a joke that only he knew.

The bowstring in Olivia's body was already taut, and she could make any movement at any time.

Sean just waited quietly, like the quiet beating flame in the furnace.

After a long while, the old man who laughed really strangely came back to his senses. He accelerated his breathing to make up for the oxygen. The change in the expression on his face made him seem like a different person. He panted and said, "Repel 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's not that the monster was repelled," the old man said with a sense of cynicism, as if seeing 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 air that seemed to freeze at the moment, and its name was "doubt".

Moonlight blinked ~lightnovelpub.net~ and looked at Sean.

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

"If," Sean's hand rested quietly on the table, like an elegant sleeping cat, thinking in his heart, "as Mrs. Berger said, Mr. Garmel is a little demented, then what he just said is completely It may be some gibberish, no need to think about it...

"However," Sean looked at Garmel, who seemed to be still smiling, "what if it was because others didn't want to understand what this taciturn old man said, and therefore thought he was confused?"

That means that no one wants to listen or understand what he said when he saw a scene he couldn't understand.

After all, the birth of Wendigo, the mass cannibalism incident, the accusations and suspicions of the whole world... It's all chaotic and crazy enough, and he doesn't think the people of Jonyère still have the mental space to understand what Camel is saying. what.

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

According to what the old man just said, then, the appearance of Wendigo was not because of the mutual persecution of cold and hunger, but because the explorers summoned it.

An incomprehensible scene.

Sean finally exhaled:

Back then, what happened in the snow forest?

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