The reason why No. 221 Yanan Street is called a "haunted house" is that its rent is so cheap that it is close to free because before Faust, three tenants had accidents one after another.

Is it really a ghost who has such a reputation?

Even though this is an extraordinary revival era where gods exist, Faust is more willing to believe that it is not caused by ghosts, but other strange images.

What's more, even if it's really a ghost, since the Black Mass Clan cares so much about this "ghost" and "haunted house", Faust can naturally judge that perhaps the truth behind the prison for one day is also hidden in the secret behind the "haunted house".

Lilulu was still scared of the rumors of the ghostly house. She forced herself to indulge in panic and her depression.

What a pretty lady maid, but her face was full of gloomy and her body was tense, as if she was ready to escape at any time.

"Young Master! Since three tenants have been hit by disaster before, and now something has happened to the landlord, do we still have to go up and get this bad? It's just a matter of seeking death!"

The little maid was depressed and chattering. Her low pressure was already obvious, as if dark clouds were covered with white lace hair accessories, and she would make thunder at any time to oppose Faust's will.

Faust had a headache, but Lieutenant Garbo's eyes shone - she sat on the chair directly opposite the little maid, with her elbows supporting the table, and her hands and palms on her chin, her eyes were bright and bright, and she was interesting and excited about any of Lilulu's expressions.

After all, the beautiful girl is angry, the beautiful girl is depressed, the beautiful girl complains... Everything is so cute!

Faust tapped the table with his index finger knuckles, and the three of them gathered in a cafe near the police station to chat. The cafe was originally imported from the East, but after three to four hundred years of development, it was not only celebrities, dignitaries, but also ordinary people and even workers at the bottom of the society could have a drink of two glasses occasionally.

Coffee is called "the milk of chess players and thinkers". It is said that a hundred years ago, the ability to provide steadily coffee drinking even became an important factor for women to choose their husbands.

The environment of a civilian cafe is slightly better than that of a bistro and a worker's restaurant. What's more important is that it can provide cheap private rooms, suitable for situations like Faust and others that need to discuss important matters.

As for coffee, there is nothing to say about the taste of affordable coffee beans - it can only be said that it is not difficult to drink.

"It's even harder to drink than the rye beer and mushroom soup in the workers' restaurant." Faust commented.

Before coming to Yachao Town, Second Lieutenant Jiabao drew a document related to the "Hazed House" from the archives of the Defense Suppression Bureau.

She carried it with her at any time, and now she spread out the thin pieces of paper onto the wooden tabletop.

Although there is little paper, there is a lot of text on it, and there is more effective information and information that can provide.

Faust looked over and over again several times, and finally turned his eyes to the information of the three tenants, and he recited one by one:

"The first tenant was Werner, a well-known engineer... and the first victim of the haunted house. He has disappeared last year and has no news yet.

The second tenant was a chef. I heard that he had changed his career and went to the port to work as a worker.

The third tenant is a local painter with a mediocre reputation and seems to have a lot of debts.”

Faust picked up the piece of paper that recorded the painter's personal information with his fingers:

"The third tenant, Mr. Painter, most often appears, is the local civilian cafe in Yachao Town. That is..."

Second Lieutenant Jiabao continued: "It's here."

Faust planned to wait for the rabbit, but their time was really limited. There would be a massacre in the police station tonight, which was reasonable. From the perspective of responsibility, both Faust and Lieutenant Garbo believed that they had to stop cultists from attacking.

Fortunately, luck favored Miss Lilulu, and Faust wanted to call her to the police station to follow her, but as soon as the little maid walked out of the private room, her beautiful appearance attracted the attention of a slut-bearded uncle.

The uncle quickly picked up the brush and started to think about the sketch directly on the tablecloth. His eyes were too hot and direct, and Lilulu was panicked and hurriedly fled back to the private room, looking anxious all day long.

Although the uncle did not follow, his eyes kept floating towards the private room. Faust was able to confirm that this person was most likely to be the last tenant painter, Mr. Painter at No. 221 Yanan Street.

He quietly activated the ability of [barber], and his facial features changed again, forming a brand new, ordinary super popular face.

Faust's disguise technique is becoming more and more convenient. If you draw the faces of the public in the competition, Faust might win any artistic awards, right?

He protected the little maid behind him, rushed out in a fierce manner, and stepped on the chair next to the painter:

"It's you? I teased my maid!"

The new public face has rough facial features and a vicious momentum. Second Lieutenant Jiabao took the opportunity to appear and showed off his military uniform, which scared the painter.

Faust and Garbo exchanged glances, and grabbed the painter's hands one on the left and one on the right, dragging him out of the store. The owner and attendant of the cafe were both frightened by Garbo's military uniform and did not dare to act rashly. They only quietly ran to call the police after the two dragged the painter away.

As soon as they left the cafe, the group went straight to the secluded and dilapidated alley. The painter called Tiantian Buxing and Didida. He first shouted for help, and then he was blocked by Faust and dragged into the alley and asked.

After all, time is limited, and Faust and the other two had to rescue the police station at night. There was really no time to interrogate carefully, so they could only violently solve the problem.

The poor painter must have a bad personality. He only looked like an ordinary person with irreconcilable patterns, but was so frightened. He even said something in panic, but Faust still asked a rough question:

The painter moved into the "haunted house" at No. 221 Yanan Street three months ago, but within a few days he moved in, food poisoning happened. He was very ill and almost died.

After that, the painter completely believed in the curse of the haunted house, immediately refunded the rent, and never dared to seek death again. Unexpectedly, he still couldn't escape the curse of the haunted house. For some reason, he was tortured by two vicious villains because he drew a few sketches of the little maid.

After Faust finished his question, he threw down a few harsh words and was let go by the painter.

He clapped his hands, not caring about whether the painter would run to call the police - after all, something big is going to happen to the police station at night, so I still have to worry about this?

"There is no useful clue at all." Faust was prepared for this situation. "It seems that it is necessary to interrogate all three tenants."

However, Lieutenant Jiabao lowered his head and took out a pocket watch from the chest pocket of her uniform. The pocket watch was very exquisitely made of turquoise and garnet inlaid, the body was made of gold, keyless winding, time-reporting, and perpetual calendar and moon phase functions.

"Mr. Faust, our time is coming."

The second lieutenant showed the time on the pocket watch. Faust noticed that there was a photo of an old man embedded on the inside of the watch cover. It was already six o'clock in the afternoon on the pocket watch.

Faust looked up and looked at it. The red morning glow condensed at the bottom of the sky, and the sun had fallen more than halfway. He recalled that the cult attacks occurred about ten o'clock in the evening.

Then there is really not much time left for Faust to stop the Black Mass Order.

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"I could paint as good as Master Shannon at the age of 14, and then I spent my whole life learning to draw like a child."
Chapter completed!