Lugar thinks the mirror at home is very wrong.
He was standing in front of the mirror, but there was no him in the mirror.
This is a very old-fashioned glass mirror, with a copper frame, mottled with copper rust and carved with a one-horned snake biting its tail. He recognized it, which was the style of Siegel dynasty, because it was the last dynasty in Zezhou history that still worshipped totems.
The two agate stones embedded in it are symmetrical to the left and right, like a pair of scarlet eyes, which adds a bit of artistic strangeness and horror, and also doubles the value of this mirror.
It's just that the mirror is yellow, like a sandstone, without
even a trace of reflection. Lugar can't remember when there
was this mirror at home.
Staring at the mirror, he thought for a moment, retreated from the study and shouted, "Mom, this Siegel period ... where did this mirror look a little valuable?"
He tidied up the
wording. "What
mirror?"
In the kitchen next door, Vivian came in, her hands still beating with egg liquid, and the metal utensils were tinkling and colliding.
Beautiful eyebrows screwed up, puzzled and asked, "where did you say the mirror?"
Vivian, with 40 heads, is a civilian, but married to Luf, the intermediate sheriff of the police station. Although she has not lived as a servant for many years, she has been pampered and well maintained.
People in their forties are dressed like young women in their twenties,which makes Lugar twitch his eyes everytime.
"Mom, you don't know?
All right, you go ahead. "
Rubbing his eyes, Lugar said with a headache, and he went into the study.
Vivian was wondering when she heard two crunches of ping-pong in the study, as if something had been smashed, and then there was a burst of noise and bits and pieces. She saw Luger coming again, holding a fist in one hand and a bag in the other.
"Mom, two agate stones, you can change them
into money later." Lugar opened his fist.
"What did you smash?"
Vivian subconsciously asked a sentence, and her attention was immediately attracted by the agate stone in her hand. She stuffed the bowl directly into Lugar's hand, and the brilliance in her eyes was dazzling for an instant. "Ah!
Ah ah!
It's really agate stone, little rabbit.
Where did you get it? Forget it. Are
you going to throw something?
Then throw it away before your dad comes back. If he asks me when he
comes back, I'll say I don't know. "People said, and ran away.
Lugar had to put the bowl away first.
The characteristic of ordinary citizens is greedy for money. His father is a police chief, but his income can't support an excessively rich life. What's more, Lugar was sent to Thorn College. That is a famous aristocratic college in Jersey.
He took off his slippers and put on his boots. Luger stepped in front of the door, and a bald black dog huddled in the corner of the door shook his tail and followed him with a yawn.
Down two flights of stairs, push open the iron gate, which is the street.
Street layout full of Alogan retro style, every few steps, you can see a verdant teak tree with
divergent branches and leaves. However, it is obvious that the new construction is not long, and the soil is wet and there are no grass buds in the cracks in the cracked and paved floor tiles.
Farther away, it is the main block of the city. Many flowers and plants have been planted, just dying and dying, which is not very good.
Look.
Ding-ding-ding-ding-the carriage hurried by, and the copper bell hanging around the horse's neck kept ringing back and forth. Lugar dodged, but he heard a voice in his ear. "Where are you going to throw it?"
His eyes inclined in the past, not surprisingly, "if you don't want to be thrown away together, or be a group of gods
tonight.
Secret, or a sneaky guy, then you'd better shut up now ... even
writing! "
With that, Lugar quickly smeared a stone with his foot and scratched the twisted trace on the floor tile. This is carved with a dog's mouth biting a stone.
The bald black dog spit out the stones, shook his tail in frustration, and some of them followed
Lugar weakly.
But after a while, the bald black dog asked brightly again, "Hey, Luger, can you tell me about your last life, that is, before you crossed?"
"No, besides, please shut up." Lugar
said, and the others stopped.
"What's wrong with this mirror?"
The black dog, Geer, once scraped behind Luger, leaned half a dog's head and stared nervously at the bag in Luger's hand. The bag is shaking slightly at the moment, just like a living thing.
"It should be one of the revenge monsters left by the revenge witch, the Siegel Dynasty, and the most famous one is this legendary witch." Lugar said his own conjectural results, and he shook it hard, and suddenly the bag was quiet.
"How legendary?"
Black dog, not asking.
"She's beautiful!"
Scratching, the bag shook violently and bulged at the same time, as if something big was coming. It's just that the mouth of the bag is gripped by Luger, so why come? "It really belongs to the revenge witch. Find a place to bury it first."
Lugar looked around, and he found that there was no figure nearby, and those who seemed to be doing business didn't notice here.
But there is no suitable place, after all, this is the
urban area. "How about burning the garbage
dump?"
Psst-after a sharp metal friction, the cloth bag was completely
silent. Lugar subconsciously looked at the past.
"Look at me?
I have bone residue on my mouth? "
"Goodluck."
Lugar shook the bag in his hand and gave it a silent
expression. "The witch is still alive?"
Geer is a clever black dog, and his intelligence is as incredible as its origin.
It understood the implied meaning in Lugar's words. A pair of dog eyes suddenly widened, and the color of fear was particularly clear, which made Lugar further curious about this guy's body structure, so flat face and expression were so rich.
"It has been more than 400 years since the Siegel
dynasty fell." Lugar comforted it.
A pair of dog eyes returned to normal.
"But the Vengeance Witch VIII seems to have appeared. This is what I found in Ruff's file. It should be reliable." Lugar added slowly, with an innocent expression on his face.
Gere was stepped on his tail and growled, "Don't forget, you're in on
it!" " "Who cares!"
Lugar said, gesturing to Geer not to talk, and then stopped a passing carriage and threw two "old man's head" green copper coins. "Thank you, suburban garbage incineration plant."
"No problem, Sir, but please allow me to talkative, Sir, you this pet can be
ugly enough. My daughter's Songlan rabbit gave birth to a litter of rabbits,
which are cute and fluffy. Do you want them, sir?
I can give it to you cheaper. "
Pulling Geer up, Lugar was suddenly in high spirits. "Sir, is your
daughter beautiful?" The owner of the carriage sobbed at the corner of
his mouth, turned away with a blackface and concentrated on driving.