A glimpse

Looking at the door of Room 2303, Franca suddenly recalled everything:

Considering that if the assassination of Zarathustra were successful, the Police department would inevitably intervene in the investigation. Regardless of whether the Police department had Beyonder before, given that Zhou Mingrui himself had already acquired Beyond Ability and his Dream Subconsciousness Cognition of the Sequence 7 level in his dreams, as the "official" representatives, they would certainly have the added power of Mysticism at this time. Therefore, Lumian and the others had already thought of ways to avoid subsequent investigations.

Based on the fact that the main police officers of the Dream City Police Headquarters are modeled after the "Nighthawks" of the Church of the Evernight, Lumian reasonably speculates that their most common and convenient method for finding clues in public is to forcibly drag the target into Dream and question them directly in the dream.

Therefore, he had Anthony give Franca Psychological Suggestion beforehand, so that once Franca drank the Healing Potion, she would immediately forget about the matter, and the Psychological Suggestion would be completely lifted when she returned to Dechuang Garden and saw the rented room.

In this way, even in her Dream, Franca's performance would be flawless.

Even her own subconscious doesn't believe that she shot Zarathustra, so there's no way she would show anything unusual in her dreams!

The performance that Rosanne and Zhou Mingrui saw in Franca was also based on her instinctive reaction, not acting skills. It was just that her facial expressions were enhanced by the Negative Effect of the "Certain-Hit Gun," so they were flawless.

"Phew... that shot of mine was really cool! Calm, relaxed, natural, composed—that's what Assassin should be like! "Franca, still a little dazed from the fever, praised herself inwardly.

Just then, Rosanne rang the doorbell and saw Jenna open the door.

Just as she was about to ask in a low voice, "Did you kill Zarathustra?", she suddenly noticed a little boy sitting at the table, writing furiously.

"What is that?" Rosanne swallowed the question she wanted to ask.

Franca broke free from Rosanne's support, glanced at Ludwig, and said with a limp laugh, "My godson."

That's how it is in theory!

As soon as Franca finished speaking, she was already panting, looking like she was having a hard time even speaking. Jenna quickly supported her.

Seeing this, Rosanne waved her hand and said, "Take good care of yourself. You shouldn't have to work overtime tomorrow; you can rest at home."

Our major clients are all gone, why are we still working overtime!

Back in Room 1502, Rosanne took out her phone and sent a WeChat message to Jenna:

"Is Luo Fu alright? Should we go to the hospital?"

She intended to use this as a way to start a conversation, and then ask Jenna if "the death of Zarathustra was related to them."

Jenna quickly replied, "I've given her fever reducer, let's observe her for a while and then decide."

"I heard there was a shooting at the hot pot restaurant where you ate?"

Instead, she asked about Zarathustra's assassination... What did that mean? Could it really not have been them? Rosanne was puzzled, once again doubting her own speculation.

She briefly told Jenna what had happened at the hot pot restaurant to see what the other woman would say.

Jenna sent a "horrified" emoji:

"No wonder Luo Fu got sick. She gets sick easily when she's frightened, but she recovers quickly too. She'll be fine in a couple of days."

It's illogical... She's a powerful Beyonder, from Future on the verge of the Apocalypse, she must have witnessed countless deaths, how could she be so frightened by a single shooting that she fell ill? Just as Rosanne had this question in mind, she suddenly understood what Jenna truly meant:

I'll tell you the truth about this in a couple of days.

This is a crucial period in the police investigation. Are they worried that if I knew the real culprit, I might be loose-lipped or panic and let the Police find out? Rosanne nodded knowingly.

She immediately felt somewhat pleased.

She used to be oblivious to these subtle hints; sometimes, when others mocked her less than explicitly, she wouldn't even realize it. But now, she understands the hidden meaning in their words!

"Ah, I've grown up too." Rosanne leaned back on the sofa with satisfaction and started playing on her phone.

Not long after, she saw a police notice soliciting key clues, part of which stated. "This woman is involved in this case, and we hope the public will actively provide clues..."

Next to this section was a photo of the Women That One walked out of the screen with Zarathustra.

Rosanne could clearly see that the photo came from someone's cell phone at the scene, not from a surveillance camera. It captured the Women's delicate yet elegant features, her bewildered yet alluring eyes, and her blood-stained face with remarkable clarity, bringing that dangerous beauty to life.

She's still beautiful even after watching it again, even more so than Luo Fu and Jenna when they weren't made to look ugly... Rosanne sighed as she scrolled through the comments.

"You were such a beautiful woman, why did you become a thief?"

"It's not that I judge people by their looks, it's just that I don't think people would kill someone for no reason, right?"

"Older Sister, give me a shot!"

"Do people who comment all have values based on physical appearance?"

"Isn't she prettier than those current female celebrities? She could definitely be among the top tier!"

"This is my dream Lover. Her face is stained with blood, she's holding a gun to my head, forcing me to give up my true love."

"So, who exactly was killed?"

Rosanne smiled and swiped for a few minutes, then suddenly remembered something.

She forgot to check the room details.

Ever since Luo Fu and Jenna warned her to be careful of Zarathustra's gang's covert attacks, she has used her Beyond Ability to scrutinize every detail whenever she returns home, lest she be assassinated or ambushed.

Rosanne stood up, walked to the Oil Painting of the Parrot, and reached Past her hand.

The Colorful-Feathered Parrot poked its beak and upper body out from inside the Oil Painting and said in a crisp voice, "No one has been here."

Rosanne stroked the Parrot's feathers, then turned and went to the window.

She looked outside, raised her right hand, and pinched her eye socket.

She wants to use her "journalist" ability to observe and uncover the truth of the world.

It wasn't that she didn't trust the Parrot, but rather that some infiltrates are undetectable to the Parrot.

However, she dared not observe the real world for too long. Every time she used this ability, she felt it was dangerous and only dared to maintain it for about ten seconds.

This can only be used to see "corners" that the Parrot cannot reach.

The next second, the light and shadow before Rosanne's eyes Change, and different scenes in the surrounding area were superimposed in a strange way, displaying a chaotic and intricate scene.

Rosanne quickly saw the Glass Window connecting to the Gloom world, the Oil Painting pressed against the Glass Window, the different rooms stacked together like building blocks, the people doing different things in the different rooms yet mingling with each other, and the Gray-White -white mist that permeated the edges of all these scenes.

"What exactly is this fog...?" Rosanne frowned instinctively.

Every time she used her "reporter" ability to observe reality, she would discover a thin Gray Fog, but she never knew what it symbolized, what it represented, or what its origin was.

Just as Rosanne noticed that the man in one of the rooms seemed to pause in his movements, the Colorful-Feathered Parrot flapped its wings in her line of sight.

Then she saw Luo Fu lying on the sofa, using ice packs to cool herself down.

Then, she heard Luo Fu's weak voice:

"This is what happened after I was kicked out of the Dream as Women?"

Kicked out of the Dream... Rosanne was stunned.

The scene before her eyes immediately shattered.

She instinctively ended her observation of "reality".

Rosanne stood by the window, her expression blank as she recalled the words she had just heard.

Kicked out of the Dream? Was Luo Fu trying to say that this was Dream? Was she like that last time because she was kicked out of the Dream? Rosanne's eyes gradually Cavern.

After a few seconds, she murmured very softly to herself, "If this is Dream, then what am I...?"

In the Late Night, the bedroom door to where Franca and Lumian-na were sleeping opened silently, Daoist walked out without making a sound.

That was Lumian-na, wearing a nightgown; her Eyes, like those of Plateau Lake, were both confused and restless.

Lumian-na stealthily made her way to the door from the deepest part of the darkness and unlocked it.

Then she put her hand on the Handle and tried to open the door.

You can Handle completely still.

The lock was broken? Lumian-na had just shown a surprised expression when she heard Jenna's voice behind her:

"Where are you going?"

Lumian-na whirled around and looked at Jenna:

Didn't you take Li Lu to An Reid's place?

"Then I came back, but you were all asleep, and I didn't want to disturb you, so I just slept here on the sofa." Jenna stood up from the sofa and asked in confusion, "You want to go out? It's the middle of the night."

"I... I feel really stuffy and depressed, and I want to go for a walk," Lumian-na explained. "But the lock is broken."

She immediately gave a self-deprecating laugh:

"Isn't this just too unlucky?"

Bad luck is normal and inevitable; it's a negative effect of using the "Person of the Loop" technique... Jenna didn't explain, but shook her head and said, "The hot pot restaurant matter isn't over yet, and you're not fully recovered. If you go out for a walk now and someone sees you, it will be very troublesome."

"Okay," Lumian-na said, pursing her lips. "I... I feel a voice inside me urging me to go out."

"A voice?" Jenna frowned, becoming even more wary. "Where are you going?"

Lumian-na did not hide anything:

"On one hand, I want to go to the Rooftop, feel the breeze, see if there are any Stars, and just daydream a bit. On the other hand, I also want to go to a certain place, a place that's calling to me."

"Which place?" Jenna pressed.

Lumian-na strained to recall, saying, "It seems so, it seems so..."

She paused for a moment, then finally remembered:

"Mushu Hospital."

"Mushu Hospital." Jenna's pupils dilated slightly.

She suddenly remembered that Lumian, or Lumian-na, truly possessed the bloodline of the "Great Mother" Divine Child Ombella's Bloodline.

This wasn't a pretense to fool Green and the others!