Curse the Association

"I'm going back."

Lilith said, as she got up, a black dress lingered and fell like a waterfall, covering her white feet.

Lugar called the waiter to come and check out, then frowned and looked at Lilith. Finally, he couldn't help but say, "You just one."

Don't ask me about the curse letter at all? "

In the evening, Lugar was invited to have dinner outside Lilith. In the meantime, he mentioned the two curse letters he met. "Aren't you still standing here?"

Lilith, a wink.

Then she picked up the satchel on the dining table, walked to Lugar's side and elbowed him in the chest. "I'm not sure about the curse letter, so I'm going back to ask someone."

Lugar knew that the person she was looking for was Count Cullen, so she shook her head. "That's not necessary. Cursing the letter won't help me, but it will make me feel trouble at most."

Especially the second curse letter, so that Lugar can be sure that these so-called curse letters from fate are simply false fabrications.

These letters all come from one source. Man-made possibility is great!

As long as it is man-made, it will be easy.

Lugar is going to find the source, and then smash the skull of the people behind the scenes with one fist. "Really?"

"Really!"

Lugar was deliberately impatient, and then when Lilith left in the Earl's carriage, he immediately called down a passing carriage and said, "No.17 Fayellen Street."

"Yes, sir."

...

Ding ding ding-getting off the carriage, Lugar paid the fare, looked around a few times, and soon found the curse association in the mouth of the sheriff-level woman.

It's a coffee shop, but there is a wooden sign hanging at the door that is temporarily closed.

There was only one door open, and four people were standing at the door. When they saw Luger coming, one person immediately stepped forward to stop him. "Sorry, sir, the Grilla Cafe is temporarily closed."

Lugar took the first curse letter from his pocket and waved it in front of him. Suddenly, the man's face changed greatly.

"Did you get it, sir?" "yes."

"Come in, welcome to join the Curse Association."

The man immediately backed away, bent slightly and made a gesture of invitation. "After going in, just explain it directly, without scruple." "Thanks a lot."

Lugar lifted his foot and walked in. When he turned his eyes, there were not many people inside. They got together in twos and threes, and there were about twenty people. The light is a little dim, but it is deliberately created.

Electricity was turned on and electric lights were installed, but only some white candles were lit, and the flames were beating, only the beans were bigger.

He casually walked to a round table and sat down. There were already two people sitting on this table. Lugar didn't look closely, but as soon as he sat down, he heard one of the two people exclaim.

"Is it you?"

Lugar raised his eyebrows, looked up at the past, and suddenly looked surprised. He didn't expect to meet an acquaintance. "Mr. Lovell?" One of the people sitting at this table is actually the Louvre scholar I met on the boat that day.

"Sir, are you from the Curse Association?"

Louisville nodded, and then asked, very urgent, the tone is obviously anxious. "No."

"Yes. "Lugar shook his head. "I came here after receiving a curse letter and listening to my friend talk about the curse association." "Did you get it, too?"

Road, tone a lag, blurt out.

Lugar gave him a look and said, "Mr. Lovell, when did you receive the curse letter?" "Not me."

Lovell looked bitter, and he said in great pain, "It's my daughter, Ai Lier. If I had known, I shouldn't have brought her back."

Lugar had already noticed the girl sitting next to Louisville, but he didn't care. At that time, he didn't look over.

The girl is sixteen or seventeen years old, with a melon seed face and a beautiful face.

Wearing a white dress, when I saw Luger, the girl who looked a little defeated got up and picked up her skirt horn, her feet staggered.

Bend your knees, "sir."

"Good evening, Miss."

Lugar got up and returned a gift with great solemnity.

The other party is a standard aristocratic etiquette, and obviously has undergone extremely professional training, so Lugar did not dare to be sloppy.

"Sir, your attitude is really good."

See lugar, Ai Lier forced a smile on his face, with a barely humorous tone said. "Otherwise, what can I do?

What should come will always come. "

The smile on Lugar's face is much more sincere.

After all, the curse letter didn't threaten him, and he didn't need to worry more about it. Of course, his mentality was good. Girl zheng, beautiful eyes see lugar's eyes, is a little more strange.

But at this time, the light suddenly turned on, and I saw a middle-aged man standing in the most central position. His arms were open and he said, "This time, two people came to our association party ...

Oh, sorry, it turned out to be three. Please forgive my negligence.

I won't say much about polite words. Friends who come for the first time, here is a piece of information about the curse letter, which is the result of years of research by our association.

To be fair, one piece of information is 100 shellfish. "Lovell went to buy a copy without hesitation.

He is frugal, but it doesn't mean that he is short of money.

As a well-known scholar in the country, although his assets are not as exaggerated as those of the enemy, there are also tens of thousands of shellfish left over.

Lugar gritted his teeth and went to buy a copy.

The information of this hundred shellfish is obviously the registration fee of this curse killing association.

Flipped through, Lugar's frown was stretched out because of his love. He didn't expect that this curse killing association was really studied.

Quite a few. Come on.

For example, they gave many examples to show that the curse to kill the letter did not come from an illusory fate, but was man-made! But where the source is, they can't find it.

Even if we find the postman who sent this letter, or even the post office, the answer we get is, without exception, that this letter is inexplicable and there is no archive in the post office.

Postmen don't open letters, they just send all the letters assigned to them. This also ruled out the possibility of the postman committing a crime.

After reading it in one breath, Lugar used a mechanical brain to sort it out for a long time, and there were no clues for him to speculate.

There are many examples in it, but most of them are guesses.

Lugar would never have believed it if he hadn't received the second curse letter.

Louvre just shook his head again and again. This curse killed so many people, and the police station was helpless. If it was really artificial, it would never be so hidden.

"It's ridiculous." Lu Wildau.

Lugar quietly put down this information, but said nothing.

At this time, Luville got up and ran to the middle-aged man. After saying a few words, many people immediately surrounded him. Lugar looked at it and drank the drink sent by the waiter.

Suddenly, he felt someone watching him.

Turning his head, he found that it was Luville's daughter, so Lugar asked, "What can I do for you? Miss Ai Lier. "

"I can go to bed with you."

This girl, suddenly. It's very puzzling.