228. Situation

"Yawn..."

Owen, with deep eye bags, yawned. "You know... my daily life is pretty boring, I don't like going out, and I have no interest in hunting or cocktail parties..."

"No... I don't know."

Sulu answered calmly.

"Okay...actually, what I wanted to say was..." Owen seemed a little hesitant to speak, "I enjoy reading and have some knowledge of ancient texts...and after Old Mad, your former tenant, passed away, I found some very interesting texts among his belongings... Don't get me wrong, I didn't embezzle any tenant's property; I just made copies, and all the belongings were handed over to the police..."

"Some of the descriptions and the mysteries involved were very interesting... so... I gave it a try..."

Owen said, "Recently... I've found that I'm having nightmares every night, and it's always the same nightmare, which has caused my sleep quality to plummet..."

' Old Mad is a mysterious figure? But... considering he filled his garden with Wormwood, it's not impossible...'

Sulu stroked his chin.

As for why Owen didn't seek help from the Church of the Goddess of Light and the Bureau 11, that's easy to understand.

After all, acquiring the belongings of a deceased tenant is not a pleasant thing, even if it's just copying some of the contents.

'Besides... this Owen is a bit like a child; when he gets into trouble, his first thought is how to cover it up or solve it himself...'

'Besides... if it's just a nightmare, the Bureau 11 might not even take it on.'

Sulu crossed his fingers, having already understood the whole story, and said to the expectant Owen, "I need to look through the manuscript you mentioned... and please describe your dream in detail!"

"No problem!"

Owen handed over a few notebooks.

Sulu opened it and found the records to be in complete disarray.

Some are in Common Hebraic, some in Ancient Hebraic, some even in a few words of Gulam Language, and some symbols that are completely incomprehensible.

"This... the grammar is too messy..."

He frowned.

If Ancient Hebraic is the universal language of the mystical world, Gulam Language, hailed as the oldest language, is extremely rare, and this language seems to be deeply connected with the Spirit World and the Ancient Serpent Society.

"I also find it strange... but it's not a problem with my copying. I've checked it repeatedly, and it's exactly the same as the original."

Owen sighed and replied.

"Then... please continue describing your nightmare..."

Sulu quickly flipped through the pages and had a better understanding of the situation.

While it contains some basic occult knowledge, it contains far more errors.

Old Mad is less a professional and more a Frenzy occult enthusiast, or perhaps he has already stepped one foot into the realm of the extraordinary.

'Because this knowledge is too fragmented... it must have been the content he continuously acquired and summarized throughout his life... it's a pity, if it weren't for his physical condition and advanced age, he might have had the hope of becoming a true extraordinary being and mastering mysterious powers...'

'The only surprising thing is that he was able to access some of the Gulam Language, which is most likely related to evil beings such as Demon...'

Sulu maintained his listening posture, silently pondering as Owen's descriptions continued to enter his ears:

"I... I only saw some scattered fragments..."

"It's an ancient, square Ancient Well, right in my garden..."

"I was dressed in a retro-style outfit, and I plunged headfirst into the room as the music played..."

"Loneliness, coldness, and death embrace me..."

"Then I woke up... but this dream lasted for a very long time..."

Owen looked somewhat bewildered, speaking as if in a dream.

Sulu's Inspiration was focused outwards, and she found no Wraith in the villa; Owen was also clean.

He thought for a moment, then said, "Perhaps... this is just a dream, representing some revelation... Your falling into the dry well, accompanied by loneliness and cold, signifies that you will encounter some trouble in the future, requiring courage to face it..."

Of course, this could also be a ritual that connects you with the mind of an unknown being, allowing you to be watched by Him, commonly known as the Great Death.

Sulu added in his mind, then asked, "So... is there an Ancient Well in your garden?"

"No! There's never been anything like that in my garden. We can go and take a look!"

Owen stood up and led Sulu through the living room.

"You live here... all by yourself?"

Sulu looked at the empty villa and asked curiously.

"Yes, my father likes to live downtown, and we have some relatives there, but they seem... afraid of me! No... maybe not afraid, but how should I put it? Too much respect? It makes me very uncomfortable..."

Owen answered casually.

"Woof woof!"

In the corridor, Harlock ran around excitedly, barking wildly at a row of oil paintings.

"These... are all ancestors of the Dougwell Family. The Dougwell Family lived on this land before the Lori City was built, and it is said that our ancestors even participated in the city's construction..."

Owen introduced it with a hint of pride.

"This is my great-grandfather, Johnny Dogwell, who served as a city councilor and spearheaded the construction of the landmark lighthouse..."

"The gentleman next to me is my great-great-grandfather, Ernest Dogwell! A great writer, you may have read his works..."

"And on the far left are Big Owen and Little Owen; they participated in the construction of Lori City..."

As he spoke, Owen led Sulu to the garden behind the villa.

This is a large flower garden, filled with common flowers such as roses, tulips, and lilies, and is maintained by hired gardeners.

There were also some Saintess tomatoes at the edge of the flowerbed.

Owen said with some regret, "These were grown by me. If you had come in June or July, you could have tasted them."

There will always be other opportunities in the future.

Sulu smiled in response and inspected the entire garden, including the gardener, the gardener, and the maids.

The final conclusion is... everything is very clean!

"Please don't worry, having nightmares is nothing serious... I need to go back and review some relevant materials. May I take these copies back with me to study them together?"

"Sulu asked."

"Whatever... I don't really want to see them again. I'll have Kingdom take you home... Sorry... I'm not feeling well, so I won't invite you to lunch."

Owen waved his hand.

Sulu, carrying the copy, gave a slight bow and left with Harlock.

Kingdom was already waiting by the carriage at the villa entrance.

Sulu nodded, got into the carriage, and glanced at Harlock who had squeezed in.

The other party innocently shook its dog-like face, indicating that it had gained nothing.

This situation made Sulu's heart sink.