When evil gods hold a meeting in my head

Calling the police is out of the question!

Several images flashed through Richard's mind: the patrol officers coming over, asking him about the robbery, where he lived, his name, and what he did for a living...

He couldn't answer a single question! And besides, nothing was stolen from him at all!

Richard quickly said, "No need, no need, it's just two cheap clothes, nothing serious. Besides... that person has already disappeared, calling the police won't do any good."

Juliet frowned, seemingly disagreeing: "But..."

"Trust me, you really don't need to!"

Richard interrupted her, trying to keep his tone relaxed: "I have something to do... I'll talk to my friend about the joint course we just discussed... If he's willing, he should visit your shop."

Juliet exclaimed as if she had heard good news: "Really? Then you can have him come directly to me. My name is Juliet, and all my colleagues at the store know me."

Richard nodded, not daring to linger any longer, and hurriedly said goodbye before pushing open the door and running out.

If this continues, we'll really be forced to call the police...

"The corridor is still so quiet."

He tiptoed up the stairs, glancing at the top-floor attic as he went. There was no light or sound inside; Mrs. Rosalie wasn't there…

Richard returned to his room with a sense of relief.

At this moment, the door was locked, so he quietly lifted the carpet and took out the fine needle hidden underneath.

Speaking of this lock, it's the old-fashioned kind, with the lock cylinder basically exposed. As long as you're familiar with the structure, you can open it with a little prying...

He reached for the doorknob and shook it gently. He inserted the thin needle, applied a little force, pulled it upwards, and then pushed it in—

Click.

The door opened immediately.

Very relaxing...

Richard slipped inside and closed the door behind him.

No one had been in the room. The pigeon droppings on the windowsill had piled up even more, the sewing machine still sat quietly in its pit, and the fireplace showed no signs of being disturbed…

"very good!"

Actually, there's not much to steal from this house. The valuable and dangerous turquoise is hidden in the bloodstained box under the fireplace, and no one will find it for the time being. As for the sewing machine... to the average person, it's just an old, broken machine, and it's so heavy that you can't even lift it; carrying it for a few steps is too much trouble!

Richard lay down on the bed and let out a long sigh.

Just now, I was actually picked up by Juliet under someone else's identity, dressed in what might be Luke's clothes, given a name called Lauland, and even offered to work...

It sounds bizarre, but it really happened!

"However, that joint course was indeed a good opportunity to get to know Juliet and learn about her relationship with Alice!"

Richard cleared his mind and forced himself to stop thinking about these things...

Now, he must begin searching for that elusive ring once more!

I closed my eyes, and a fog seemed to fill my mind, obscuring the location and shape of the ring.

He adjusted his posture to make himself more comfortable, then took deep breaths, trying to relax completely... A few minutes later, he slowly saw the ring.

This time, he didn't deliberately search for it, but simply quietly felt the flow of magic within his body. In an instant, a warm feeling slowly flowed through his body, like magic... and it carried Richard's consciousness toward the vicinity of the ring!

Richard stopped thinking about anything else and focused all his attention on it.

Then, the ring became clearer and clearer than ever before! Richard could vaguely see its outline and some fine lines on the edge.

As he tried to see the patterns more clearly, a loud, creaking sound of weaving suddenly came from the side.

Richard turned his head and discovered... the sewing machine had actually started moving on its own! Its hand crank was spinning rapidly, causing the needle to move up and down, as if it were sewing something!

There was nothing there, but Richard could feel the air pulsating. A transparent, balloon-shaped object was condensing, occasionally emitting a blinding light... Then, in the blink of an eye, a mirror appeared on the sewing machine! It floated in mid-air, its frame silver-white, and its surface smooth as water, reflecting Richard's image!

He stared blankly at the mirror.

At that moment, the room was so quiet that he could hear the sounds downstairs. Richard immediately thought of Juliet. And the next second, Juliet's image appeared in the mirror!

Juliet's room appeared in the mirror, and Richard could see her sitting at her desk, knitting.

She's practicing knitting... This mirror seems to be able to spy on others!

Richard took a step closer and removed the mirror. The instant he touched it, he heard spiritual guidance that seemed to be both words and images!

He instantly understood how to use the mirror—as long as it was someone he was thinking about, or someone he was paying attention to with a specific focus and emotion, he could glimpse the current situation of that person!

"But what if it were someone else..."

Richard's thoughts immediately turned to Nolan.

The scene on the mirror then shifted to a small, dark room in the gallery! At this moment, Nolan was sitting on the sofa looking at a book with gold lettering on the cover titled "Basic Theory and Concoction Practice of Potions," and he was reciting the knowledge in the book to himself.

She seemed to be learning about potions... This scene was so realistic... so realistic that you could see the ink stains on Nolan's fingers as he turned the pages! Richard couldn't help but chuckle.

He switched his focus again, this time… to Naansanho! The image in the mirror began to shake violently, ripples spreading, and then… a thick fog appeared, churning and surging within the mirror, obscuring most of the surface. Occasionally, blurry shadows would flash through the fog, only to vanish in an instant…

Richard frowned and tried again.

It's still just a fog!

"The mirror cannot see Naansanho..."

This suggests that... the other party may possess special anti-spy abilities, or have power beyond the reach of a mirror...

But whatever the reason, Richard can't see the other person for the time being...

How did this mirror come about?

In the past, if you wanted a sewing machine to weave something, you had to pay a corresponding "price," such as the silk from Xixi Creek Beauty Shop and Anna's newspaper.

This time, Richard hadn't even made a move yet, and the sewing machine somehow created a mirror on its own...

Richard racked his brains, but to no avail, so he asked out of the blue, "What's going on?"

He wanted to ask the voice inside his body!