Chapter 1931 U Transcendence Event (Twenty-Two)

The atmosphere in the restaurant was extremely heavy.

This was a long Gothic table that stretched across the entire restaurant. The heavy metal table emitted a dull light. The tablecloth on the tabletop was a dark blue that was so dark that the color was almost invisible. Above the tablecloth was a vase of the same color and pure white flowers.

The napkins and tableware in front of each person were pure white. Except for the flame on the candlestick placed between the two vases, no warm colors could be seen on the entire table.

Almost all the people sitting at the table wore dark suits and ties with no color bias. Their collars were neatly arranged, and even the tie knots were tied exactly the same. This dress and temperament atmosphere did not look like a wedding banquet, but rather like attending a funeral.

It was not difficult to see that some of them were not used to suits at all, but they still did their best to put themselves into the black suit and adapt themselves to this gray and heavy shell.

Because most people were like this, the few remaining ones stood out. When Mrs. Nehlet walked into the restaurant, she almost immediately noticed those out-of-place figures.

Schiller was folding his napkin again. His movements were small but serious. Batman was smiling and chatting with another businessman. Natasha was just sitting quietly, but very eye-catching. Batman was looking at the silverware in his hand.

What stood out most about them was that they did not have the kind of fearful temperament that they had done something wrong. Instead, they were very calm and did not even think they were different.

Mrs. Nehlet slightly tightened her handkerchief in her hand, but she still strode into the restaurant and showed a slightly stiff smile to all the guests.

Schiller looked up at the lady who came in. She was an aristocratic lady who looked only in her early 30s, but she was tired and decadent like she was in her 50s or 60s.

She was wearing a black dress that was just right, with a high collar and long sleeves. The collar flower turned forward was attached to the tip of her chin, and the cuffs covered half of the back of her hand. Only the curve of her waist could show her graceful figure, but it was also mostly blocked by the shawl slung in her arm.

She wore a small hat with a half veil, and her eyes were slightly cloudy under the black mesh. Although the dark circles and red bloodshot eyes greatly covered her beauty, it can still be seen from the distribution of the bones and facial features of her face that she was a very beautiful lady.

Schiller sighed softly. It was a pity that the stiff and even stereotyped behavior of this lady eliminated most of her beauty, but it did not support the inner spirit of her external personality. She looked like a walking corpse.

In Schiller's opinion, all the other people in the living room were pretending to be pretentious because their status was not as good as that of the members of the Nehlet family. They came here mostly to ask for help from them, so they hoped to use the information they had obtained in advance to act like the Nehlet family's favorite to make themselves feel a little confident.

But this lady is no exception. She is not a person who has the courage to support the family, but she must dress in this direction, which is also her confidence.

If you want to know the difference between being truly confident and pretending, you only need to look at the image of Natasha and Mrs. Nehlet at this time.

From the perspective of dressing, Mrs. Nehlet is more suitable for the title of Black Widow. After all, she is black from head to toe, with a gloomy face and a gloomy temperament, just like a new widow full of resentment.

But Natasha is as beautiful as a sword out of her sheath. Her loose red hair sets off her bright face, and she looks like a newly blooming rose on a dead branch in a burned garden.

Mrs. Nehlet certainly noticed this. There are many women among the guests, many of whom are also very beautiful, but none of them are as eye-catching as Natasha. The fundamental reason is that Natasha's sharp and aggressive temperament makes her beauty the best weapon.

Natasha turned to look at Mrs. Nehelet, her eyes widened for a moment, and she nodded to her in a friendly manner. Mrs. Nehelet held the handkerchief tighter, almost with veins popping out.

She smiled stiffly again, and sat on the main seat with the help of the servants. After a moment of silence, she raised her glass and toasted everyone.

"Thank you very much for coming. The Nehelet family expresses its sincere gratitude to you for your presence."

After saying that, she raised her head and took a sip of red wine, and Schiller's eyes fell on her slightly trembling wrist muscles.

It looked like a very common physiological cramp, but it added a kind of morbid gloom to a dry and pale hand.

Schiller slowly put down his glass and retracted his gaze before Mrs. Nehelet noticed his gaze. Mrs. Nehelet continued, "To be honest, the Nehelet family did encounter some troubles. The butler should have informed you of some of the details before you came here."

"Because the situation is urgent, I won't be polite. In the opinion of all the capable masters, why did my eldest son Owen suddenly fall ill? Why did my daughter go crazy?"

Mrs. Nehlet could not hide her anxious and sad look, and in the eyes of a group of professional scammers, this was the characteristic of a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered, so someone immediately said: "Sorry, ma'am, no offense, but from my experience, this may be a ghost..."

"Nonsense, this is probably a very ancient curse, from the bloodline of the Nehlet family, and can be traced back to 'Nehlet the Fighter'."

"Yes, that's right, this is an Indian curse, I saw the wronged soul of the Indian screaming in your lady's body!"

"You bunch of scammers! What does it have to do with curses and ghosts? It's obviously Nehlet. There is something wrong with the magnetic field of the Manor. The magnetic field here will affect people's spirits and cause brain wave disorder. We must believe in science! "

"Science is bullshit! Didn't you see how much strength Miss Nehelet burst out just now? Is that the strength a five or six-year-old girl should have? She is definitely possessed by an evil ghost!"

"I think so too, and her situation is very dangerous. The ghost is likely to manipulate her to hurt people in the mansion. Madam, you'd better take care of her quickly and then perform an exorcism ceremony!"

Everyone said something, some agreed and some opposed, but in the end, the ghost and curse theory accounted for the majority.

In order to show their enthusiasm, many people began to tell their own ideas with spit flying, focusing more on refuting the opponent's theory, but did not notice that the expression on Mrs. Nehelet's face was getting more and more gray.

Just at this moment, a figure rushed into the restaurant under the obstruction of several servants. Schiller, who was eating, paused and looked up at the figure who broke in. It was a middle-aged man in a camel-colored plaid suit. His face was somewhat similar to Mrs. Nehelet's, and he had a slightly funny mustache.

"Drive out all these damn liars, drive them all out, they are all a bunch of bad guys who are deceiving the world, dirty, stupid and brainless..."

The middle-aged man shouted with saliva flying, and Mrs. Nehelet immediately stood up with a change of color, pointing at the middle-aged man and shouting at the servant: "Take him away, take him away quickly!"

"Mr. Proshi, Mr. Proshi! Please leave here quickly, leave here with us quickly, this is an important banquet for the lady, you can't..."

The short middle-aged man broke free from the man The servant suppressed him and shouted at Mrs. Nehelet: "Sister, you know it's not a ghost, you know it's not a ghost!"

Mr. Prossi was still taken away. Mrs. Nehelet watched his back being taken away with an inexplicable expression. After a while, she turned back and looked down at the tableware and said: "He is my crazy brother. He has been living here since my mother's family fell into decline. He has serious mental problems and makes trouble every now and then. He is really getting crazier and crazier. Don't mind it."

A gray-haired old man who looked like a pastor stood He stood up and said, "Madam, there is something wrong with your children. Although it may be a bit hasty and presumptuous, we'd better prepare a simple exorcism ceremony first."

"Hello, sir, may I ask you..."

"I come from the church in the Trapp District and am now the bishop of a rural church. If you trust me, I will prepare holy water and a cross now."

Just as Mrs. Nihelet was about to speak, the old man drew a cross on his chest and said, "Please don't mind, madam, I am raising funds for the orphanage in the district. There are many children in the orphanage who are mistakenly believed to be possessed by demons by their parents. I have a lot of experience in this. Please let me try."

Mrs. Nihelet immediately wiped the corners of her eyes with the handkerchief in her hand and said, "Thank God, it must be God who sent you to my side. If my children are rescued, my husband and I will personally go to your church in the second half of the year to express our gratitude."

Others looked at each other, and did not dare to speak out to refute and seize the initiative. This old man is a certified priest. Even if they are unwilling, they dare not surpass him to steal the limelight.

Besides, everyone was a little nervous about the so-called demon possession. The lady's performance in the garden was really too scary. It would be fine if there was no demon. If there was a demon, wouldn't she be torn to pieces? So it was good to let others explore the way.

In this way, the guests and hosts of the following banquet were very happy. Mrs. Nehelet's eyes fell on the two Batmen and Schiller several times, but she didn't speak, and these weird people in strange costumes were particularly silent at this time, as if they were not interested in the evil spirit possession at all.

Until the banquet was coming to an end, it was already past noon, and the famous Mr. Nehelet returned to the manor with another tall man.

As soon as he walked into the restaurant, he attracted everyone's attention. No one looked at Mrs. Nehelet sitting in the main seat, but walked up to greet Mr. Nehelet.

Mr. Nehelet was a little short and relatively thin. He wore a pair of round-framed glasses and looked like a friendly businessman.

But he was also wearing a black jacket, and his pants, hat, and bow tie were all matte black. Only the lining sweater was white, and it was pure white without any patterns. He blended perfectly with the heavy and solemn atmosphere of the restaurant.

But he was not the most exaggerated one. The man behind him, Mr. Hancock, was the real walking black sculpture. He was dressed in black from head to toe. Whether it was his shirt, coat or boots, he was all wrapped tightly. Under the brim of his hat was a very serious face. His gloomy eyes kept scanning everyone like a scanning light.

Finally, Hancock saw Schiller and his group sitting at the dining table who were not in a hurry to get up. Schiller looked at him with his eyebrows twisted together. The deep lines on his eyebrows overlapped into crisscrossing ravines, and his eyes were full of contempt and dissatisfaction.

And the moment Natasha stood up from the chair and turned around, Hancock's eyes sluggish for a moment, but he did not move away immediately. Natasha immediately raised a smile at the corner of her mouth.