"What exactly is it?" Lumian was both excited and worried when he heard it.

After taking a sip of the "Venus Holy Oil" special drink, the lady replied with a slow speed:

"This requires asking yourself."

After saying that, she lowered her head slightly, focused on enjoying breakfast, and posed for no longer communicating.

Really, why do you always say half and hide half... and answer next time? Isn't this a waste of everyone's time? At this moment, Lumian felt that he was not as angry as the other party.

He controlled his breathing frequency, stood up with a smile, and said goodbye and left.

Lumian stayed at home peacefully for the next day and did not go out.

It's not that he was afraid of the owl that didn't dare to go out during the day, nor that he had nothing to do, but that he was performing for some people to see.

——He was very curious about the letter of help in the hands of Liya and others, and wanted to figure out what was written and who wrote it. The best entry point for the investigation was to find an opportunity to read every little blue book in the village and find the book with some words cut off. As the villagers of this village, Lumian must be more suitable for these things than Ryan, Liya and Valentine, but he was worried that starting some investigations just after talking to the three foreigners would attract the attention of some people and encounter unnecessary blows.

This kind of thing that is likely to involve life and death, existence and destruction. Even with Orol's protection, Lumian cannot guarantee that the other party will not take any risky actions against him.

In the past two years, he has been able to grasp the corresponding standards more and more in "prank".

This is brought by rich experience.

He planned to "visit" every household after Lenten's holiday.

It was dark and after dinner, Orol returned to his bedroom and wrote a long-delayed manuscript.

Lumian entered the study and planned to find some books related to "dreams", hoping to get some special inspiration for him in his dreams.

Because there is only one lamp with a battery in the house, and now it is requisitioned by Ollor, he can only light up the kerosene lamp with a stronger taste and is not good at lighting.

Carrying the kerosene lamp that emits a dim light, Lumian quickly swept across the back of books with his other hand, and occasionally took out a book and clamped it under his armpit.

After a while, he returned to the table with the three selected books.

As soon as he put what he had in his hand, Lumian saw the little blue book at home.

It was placed quietly in a corner of the desk as usual, and the gray-blue cover seemed a little dusty.

Seeing this little blue book, Lumian instantly recalled the book he obtained in the ruins of the dream, and the book that was cut out and spelled into a letter of help.

He then poked out his palm, picked up the little blue book in front of him, and planned to flip through the contents of it to see which words are suitable for cutting them and can be spelled into useful sentences.

After turning a few pages, Lumian's eyes solidified.

There is a clear gap in the explanatory discourse attached to the current calendar.

A word has been cut off!

"No way..." Lumian was extremely shocked.

He quickly flipped the little blue book in his hand and found traces left by more than a dozen or twenty words that were cut off.

"No..." Lumian whispered again, almost consistent with his reaction just now.

The book Xiao Lan Shu that Ryan, Lea, Valentine and others were looking for was the book in his home!

Not to mention them, even Lumian himself did not expect such a development!

Never thought about it!

Lumian frowned in an indescribable complex emotion:

“Is it a letter of help written by Orol?

"Why did she ask for help from the official? Why didn't she tell me?"

He initially judged from the details of the style of Liya and others' behavior, and when he first came, he went to the priest of the church to discuss the inertial choice of things, such as the details of the matter, such as the official ones, perhaps from the government, or perhaps belonging to the "Eternal Sun" church or the "God of Steam and Machinery" church in the Dalége area.

Lumian hesitated, his expression constantly changing.

Finally, he made up his mind and walked out of the study with the little blue book and came to Ollor's bedroom.

He planned to ask directly.

He chose to believe in Orol.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong, Lumian bent his finger and knocked on the door.

"Please come in." Orol's voice came out.

Lumian twisted the handle and pushed the door in. Under the bright light of the desk lamp, Aolol, wearing a two-piece cotton pajama, tied his blonde hair with his headband, and buried his head in writing the story.

"Did you cut this?" Lumian walked over without waiting for his sister to ask.

"Ah?" Orol turned around in confusion, his eyes were confused and withdrawn, as if he was a little immersed in the story.

Lumian handed over the little Lanshu that had turned to the corresponding page number, stared at Orol's eyes and said:

"Isn't this what you cut?"

Orol looked carefully for a few seconds and looked up in a funny way:

“I’m so bored and childish?

"Your sister, I am steady, mature, and generous, different from you."

Ollor's reaction was very natural... there was no surprise or panic suddenly being exposed, nor at all... Lumian asked without hiding his doubts:

"But who can cut the words on Xiaolan's book?"

"Isn't it you?" Orol looked at his younger brother, "After reading my novel, he planned to imitate the contents, cut out the words from books and newspapers, spell them into a kidnapping letter, and play a big prank in the village. Before that, try to trick me? Are you testing my sister's ability to reason?"

It's really not like Ollor... Lumian's eyes were always on Ollor's face, not letting go of any subtle expression changes, and the sister did not show any problems.

"Not me." Lumian frowned, "Who would have done it?"

Orol smiled:

"You play the reasoning game first, I also need to rush to make a manuscript.

"If you have time tomorrow, I will help you restore the truth."

Using extraordinary means? Lumian said "um" and stopped disturbing his sister's creation.

He took the little blue book and went back to his room without lighting, and sat on the chair behind the desk.

"Who will it be?"

Under the red moon shining at high altitude, Lumian made another confusing.

He tried to reason:

"We have only two people in our family. Orol is still a wizard with extraordinary abilities and will not let others make trouble at home...

"If it wasn't her, according to her words, eliminate all the impossible, and the remaining one is the truth even if it is incredible.

"So, when choosing one of two, is it actually what I did?"

For a moment, Lumian felt absurd and funny.

It turns out that the "criminal" is me?

Why don't I know?

He couldn't help but turn his body sideways and look at the full-length mirror that came with the closet.

In the crimson moonlight, Lumian in the mirror was wearing a linen shirt and brown trousers. His handsome facial features were not a smile at all, and his expression was extremely heavy.

He was very sure that he had never done anything to cut off the contents of Xiaolan's book.

For this reason, he even recalled his experiences over the next month.

Although many details have been blurred, he is still sure what he has done in general.

Bathed in the red moonlight that seeped into the window, Lumian said silently:

“Is it done when I wasn’t awake?

"While having that dream, can I sleepwalking in reality?

"No, it's impossible. Ollol said he would look at me. I really wanted to sleepwalking and cut the little blue book. She would point out just now, and the letter must be sent during the day, and I was very awake at those times."

Lumian ruled out himself and thought about other possibilities:

"Maybe it was someone else who had been to the family?"

Although their family has no customers at all, it does not mean that there are no one at all.

First, poor neighbors around will come to borrow stoves, ovens, bacon or make bread;

Secondly, Lumian's friends would come to his house from time to time, go to the study to find some novels with simple words, or listen to his stories;

Finally, Naalayiza and Madame Pualis, a few ladies, would occasionally come to visit and chat with Ollor. Among them, Madame Pualis came the most and would lend a pony to Ollor, so that Ollor could run freely in the mountains. The relationship between the two was quite good.

After all, in a countryside like Cordu Village, writers like Ollor are worthy of dating Mrs. Pualis.

However, Mrs. Pualis is very friendly on the surface. She often sits with Naroka and other women to chat in the sun, and even helps them catch lice, and has a very good reputation in the village.

Although Mrs. Pualis and Ollor were barely friends, Lumian didn't like her at all, because she often introduced a relative of her to Ollor and advised her to get married and have a child as soon as possible.

If Mrs. Pualis’s relatives were good, it would be fine, but every time Lumian went to Dalege to inquire, he found that his target was either misconduct or lacked any ability, and he was almost overwhelmed by the poor, and none of them were good.

It may be a coincidence that Lumian held a grudge against Mrs. Pualis every time.
To be continued...