Chapter 649 No Return

A day passed like this.

In the evening, the setting sun painted the sea red, and on the way back to the hotel, Xifa's shadow was dragged very long.

At the door of the White Windmill Hotel, Xifa saw Calvin, who was sitting on a sightseeing bench by the door like a real Loen gentleman, with a bottle of wine tied with a colorful ribbon and a bow next to it.

Apparently, he wasn't selling the wine.

Xifa pushed his top hat, walked over, and sat down beside him: "We will leave tomorrow morning."

He still didn't gain anything today, and judging from Calvin's appearance, the result should be similar.

As for Church, there probably won't be any good news. Xifa has already planned to give up the commission of the Antiquities Recycling Association.

Calvin nodded, and said softly, "It's a pity that there are no related items from that gentleman. Otherwise, I can do divination and maybe I will find something."

"It doesn't matter."

Xifa looked towards the somewhat empty streets: "Hasn't Church come back yet?"

He took out his pocket watch and looked at it. It was getting late, and the sun was going to set soon.

Calvin shook his head: "I didn't see him."

"In addition, there are obviously fewer people in the town today than yesterday. Also, the hotel is very quiet."

Xifa closed the cover of the pocket watch and looked inside the hotel door, only to see the boss Barry looking at the ledger behind the reception desk. Apart from him, there seemed to be no one else in the hotel.

His wife, his daughter don't seem to be in the hotel.

There's a weird atmosphere everywhere.

Xifa lifted the watch cover again and looked at the time: "Why hasn't Church come back yet?"

L.

Outside the hotel, the empty street seemed so quiet. It was so quiet that even the sound of the waves could not be heard, and there was no sound of people and birdsong, only the sound of pocket watch gears turning.

The sun lost its temperature little by little, the sunlight gradually receded, and the light gradually dimmed. Soon, the sky had turned into a strange indigo blue. Only the western sky still had a red light, and the rest of the place had been occupied by night.

it's dark.

Xifa looked at Calvin, both of them had solemn expressions on their faces.

Church did not return.

"Go upstairs." Calvin quickly got up and proposed.

The two pushed open the door of the hotel, and the bell on the door rang cheerfully, which seemed so eerie in the dimly lit and silent hotel lobby. Barry at the reception desk lit a candle, and the light cast a shadow on his face.

"Do you need a meal? The chef is on leave today. If necessary, we still have bread and pork sausages. I can heat them for you." Barry said blankly.

Xifa took off his hat and responded with a smile: "Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Barry, we have eaten outside."

"By the way, Mr. Barry. Did you see our companion, the other gray-haired gentleman, come back today?"

Barley picked up the account book and said nonchalantly: "Don't be kidding me, Mr. Raleigh, I'm very busy, these damn accounts are in a mess, and it will take me a long time to sort them out."

"Sorry, I'm not complaining to you. As for the gray-haired gentleman, I haven't seen it. And, weren't you two gentlemen the only ones who checked in with me yesterday?"

He looked up, and the candlelight cast a heavy shadow on his face, making the innkeeper look lifeless.

Just the two of us? Sir, have you lost your memory?

Xifa kept smiling on the surface: "Probably I remembered wrongly."

Putting on their hats again, he and Calvin left quickly. They were already sure that something happened to Church.

Back in Calvin's room, the 'Divist' opened the closet, rummaged through something and said: "In order to deal with similar emergencies, I usually pay attention to collecting everyone's hair and so on, so that when needed Divination."

"found it."

Cavin rummaged through a coat pocket in the closet and found a glass bottle with a few strands of hair in it. There was a label on the bottle, and there was a name on it: Church.

Very cautious, very careful, Xifa simply commented in his heart.

Calvin opened the bottle, took out the hair inside, found paper and pen, and wrote the divination statement: "I want to use dream divination, it will take a little time."

Xifa nodded: "No problem, you can do the divination, I will wait here."

He took out the 'Depraved Whisper' and looked at the door and window of the room vigilantly.

Calvin quickly wrote down the divination statement: Church's location.

Then he took his hair and the paper on which the divination sentence was written, and sat on an easy chair in the room. There was only one candle lit in the room, and the light was dim, and everything was indistinct and not clear enough.

Calvin was half-melted in the shadows. He closed his eyes, breathed evenly, and seemed to fall into a deep sleep after a while.

He entered a dream state, at first his consciousness was fuzzy, but soon he became 'awake' and knew that he was dreaming.

In this gray and distorted world, Calvin seemed to be walking through a thick gray fog. Soon, some images began to emerge in this gray world.

He saw a living room, a dimly lit living room, where there were many things with witchcraft elements, like a few glass bottles with many eyeballs, golden skull-shaped candlesticks, and many small shelf for bottles

In this unclear picture, Calvin saw a gray-haired man, with his back to Calvin, walking with a stiff, uncoordinated movement.

Church!

Churchill reached out to touch the glass bottles with eyeballs, and slid his fingers over the golden skull candlesticks, as if he was very attached to these things.

He came to another wall with large and small photo frames hanging on it. It turned out to be a photo wall.

Calvin's vision zoomed in, and he saw a few photos in which the men and women were sitting or standing, but their eyes were closed, and a copper coin was pressed on their eyes.

At this time, through the glass of the photo frame, Cavin saw the figure of Church in the glass.

Saw Church's face.

At this time, Church has no pupils, and there is only a tingling white in the eye sockets of Church at this time!

In an instant, Calvin escaped from the dream, and at this moment, the picture just now was still circling in his mind.

After quickly calming down, he stood up: "Church was under control, like possessed by an evil spirit, and he appeared in a living room."

"There's a lot of witchcraft stuff in there, and there's a wall of pictures, and those pictures are weird, people with their eyes closed and coins pressed over their eyes."

After hearing the description, Xifa immediately whispered: "The photo of the dead!"

He knew where Church was.

The place that Calvin described was the residence of Mrs. Hilda, the chief priest of the island. At that time, Midia took Xifa to visit the lady.

And later, Xifa found Quincy and others who were going to be sacrificed in the basement there.

Could it be that Church was also imprisoned there?