"yawn……"

Owen, who had deep bags in his eyes, yawned: "You know... I'm bored in my daily life, and I don't like going out, so I'm not interested in hunting and cocktail salons..."

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

Sulu answered calmly.

"Okay... Actually, I want to say..." Owen seemed a little difficult to say: "I like reading and have a little research on ancient texts... And after Lao Made, the former tenant of your apartment, passed away, I found some interesting texts in his relics... Don't get me wrong, I did not embezzle any of the tenants' property, I just copied the copy, and all the relics were handed over to the police station..."

"The above descriptions and the mystery involved are very interesting...so I...I tried..."

Owen said: "Recently... I found that I was having nightmares every night, and it was the same nightmare, which made my sleep quality plummet..."

‘Old Made is actually a mysterious person? But…it is not impossible from the fact that the other party planted the garden with wormwood…’

Sulu touched his chin.

As for why Irving didn’t look for the Church of Goddess of Light and the Eleventh Inning? This is easy to understand.

After all, obtaining the property of the dead tenant is not a good thing, even if it is just a copy of some content.

‘What’s more… Irving is a little like a child. When he gets into trouble, he thinks about how to hide it or solve it himself…’

‘Besides…if it’s just a nightmare, the Eleventh Game may not be accepted.’

Sulu crossed his fingers with his hands and understood the consequences. He said to the expectant Owen: "I need to read the manuscript you mentioned...and, please describe your dream carefully!"

"No problem!"

Owen handed over several notebooks.

Sulu opened it and found that the records above were very confusing.

Some are common Hebrew, some ancient Hebrew, and even a few sentences of Gulam, as well as some symbols that are completely incomprehensible.

"This... the grammar is too confusing..."

He frowned.

If ancient Hebrew is the common language in the mysterious world, Gulam is known as the oldest language, and this language seems to be deeply involved in the spiritual world and ancient snakes.

"I also find it very strange...but this is not a question I copied. I have compared it repeatedly, and they are exactly the same as before."

Owen sighed and replied.

"So... please continue to describe your nightmare..."

Sulu read it quickly and felt confident.

Although there is some common sense of mystery on this, there are more fallacies.

Lao Made is not so much a professional, but a fanatical fan of mysticism, or has already stepped into the extraordinary door with half his foot.

‘Because this knowledge is so fragmented…it should be the content he has been constantly acquiring and summarizing throughout his life… It’s a pity that if it weren’t for his physical condition and being too old, he might have hope of becoming a truly extraordinary person and mastering mysterious power…’

‘The only surprising thing is that he actually got to some Gulamic content, which is probably related to the evil existences such as demons…’

Sulu maintained a listening posture, thinking silently in his heart, and Owen's description kept coming to his ears:

"I...I only saw some sporadic clips..."

"It was a square ancient well, right in my garden..."

"I was wearing a retro dress and fell into the musical solo..."

"Lonely, cold, hug me with death..."

"And then, I woke up...but this dream lasted for a long time..."

...

Irving's face was a little confused and said in a dream.

Sulu was inspired and did not find any resentment in the villa. Irving was also very clean.

He thought for a while and said, "Maybe... this is just a dream, representing some revelation... You fall into a dry well, accompany loneliness and cold, representing that you will be in some trouble in the future and need the courage to face it..."

Of course, this may also be a ritual that connects you to the mind of unknown beings, and is watched by Him, commonly known as Great Death.

Sulu added to his heart and asked, "So...is there an ancient well in your garden?"

"No! There has never been such a thing in my garden, we can go and have a look!"

Owen stood up and led Sulu through the living room.

"You're the only one living here?"

Sulu asked curiously at the empty villa.

"Yes, my father likes to live in the city center and has some relatives, but they seem... afraid of me! No... maybe it's not afraid, but what do you say? It's so respectful? It makes people feel uncomfortable..."

Owen answered casually.

"Woom!"

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

"These... are all ancestors of our Dougwell family. The Dougwell family lived on this land before the city was built. It is said that the ancestors also participated in the construction of the city..."

Owen introduced it with a little pride.

"This is my great-grandfather, Johnny Dougwell, who once served as the councilman, promoted the construction of the landmark lighthouse..."

"The one next to me is my great-great-grandfather, Ernest Dougwell! A great writer, you may have seen his works..."

"There are also the ones on the left, Big Irving and Little Irving, who participated in the construction of Rory City..."

...

While speaking, Owen took Sulu to the garden behind the villa.

This is a large flower garden, planted with common flowers such as roses, roses, tulips, lilies, etc., and hired a gardener to take care of them.

On the edge of the flowerbed, there are also some cherry tomatoes.

Owen said with a pity: "I planted it myself. If you come in June and July, you can taste them."

“There will always be a chance in the future.”

Sulu responded with a smile and inspected the entire garden, including gardeners, gardeners, maids and others.

The final conclusion is... they are all clean!

"Please rest assured, having nightmares is not a big deal... I need to go back and read the relevant materials. Can these copies be taken back to study together?"

Sulu asked.

"Sometimes...I don't want to see them anymore. I'll ask Jindum to take you back... Sorry...I'm not in good condition and I won't invite you to lunch."

Owen waved his hand.

Sulu held the copy, bowed a little, and left with Harlock.

At the door of the villa, Jindum was already waiting by the carriage.

Sulu nodded, got into the carriage, and looked at Harlock who had come in.

The other party shook the dog's face innocently, indicating that there was no gain.
Chapter completed!