"And my grandmother was always with him. She showed up less often and I seldom saw her."
Gebrina said.
"I keep calling you Mr. Gebrina out of respect."
Darent made a little joke.
"But now I've decided to call you Mickey."
"Whatever you want, Mr. Darent." Gebrina was helpless. "In my heart, we are already friends. It's okay for you to call me whatever you want."
The food the host brought out was baked meat-filled pancakes.
The dough was kneaded very evenly, and dense bubbles could be seen when it was broken open. The outer layer was crispy and the inner layer was soft, and the juicy mutton filling made even Hitzfeld, who has a big appetite, eat two pieces.
"Very good." Darent wiped his mouth with a handkerchief and praised, "Madam's cooking skills are really great."
Mickey Gebrina is 29 years old, his younger brother Chris is 21 years old, and he has two younger sisters, Helen is 18 years old, and the youngest Lily is only 16 years old.
Johnny was 34 years old when he died.
Darent looked at the woman behind the table and wondered how old she was now.
Hitzfeld seized the opportunity and asked these people one by one, and found out that they were indeed still having that nightmare.
"It's getting intense, miss."
Chris had some freckles on his face. He didn't dare to look at Hitzfeld's face. When she looked at him, he kept his head down and his eyes fixed on the hem of her skirt.
"I wanted to find a new job in the next few years, but this strange dream has been bothering me. I was forced to keep looking at that figure... It made me exhausted and I had almost no strength in my body. Of course, it was impossible to find a job like this..."
"I feel okay."
The youngest family member, Lily, who is only 16 years old, has a different view on this.
"It's really scary, but I've been doing it for so long that, apart from being scary in my dreams, nothing will change when I wake up."
"I can tolerate it for now."
This is Helen.
"But if it's longer, I don't know what will happen."
“It’s a curse.”
Just then, Mrs. Gebrina suddenly interrupted Helen.
"This is the curse of the Blood-Veined Gold on the Gebrina family... Unless everyone here is killed, it will not leave and will remain here..."
"Shut up!!!"
Jonah almost jumped up from the stool, took a step forward, raised his hand and slapped the woman hard.
"Snapped!"
"Bitch, you have the right to speak here?"
"Hey!" Darent also jumped up. "Don't do that... Hey, hey! God! This is too rude!"
It took a lot of noise for everyone to stop the violent male host, and Hitzfeld also got to see his temper.
Indeed, it is too violent.
If she didn't have those handles, she had no doubt that the other party would hit her in the face with the butt of the gun.
The children escorted the crying Mrs. Gebrina back to her room, while Hitzfeld and Darent prepared to go out.
Mickey wanted to lead them, and Jonah caught up with them again.
He sent Mickey away and stared at Hitzfeld alone.
He didn't say anything, just kept staring at her.
"If you are willing to cooperate, I don't bother with those old things."
Hitzfeld looked at him fearlessly.
"very good……"
Relieved, Jonah nodded, a very stiff smile on his face.
"Yeah, you know, everybody does stupid things."
"But now, um... As you can see, we have already paid the price for our sins. I have actually been repenting for these years, confessing to the goddess..."
"Did you come to me alone just to talk about this?"
Hitzfeld glanced at the sky.
The crescent moon was in the sky, and I estimated it was already seven or eight o'clock.
"No!"
Jonah shook his head quickly.
"Look, I heard from Mickey that you guys are detectives..."
"I thought you'd known about this for a long time."
"Yes! I have known this for a long time...but didn't we have a misunderstanding before?"
He rubbed his hands and came closer.
"If you have any questions, just ask, sir."
Darent stood in front of the girl.
"You know, we're busy."
"Okay." Jonah nodded. "I don't know if Mickey has mentioned to you that he has a great uncle."
"Indeed."
"But he certainly didn't mention he was dead."
"Oh?"
"He died many years ago. He died in a dispute among gold diggers, and his body was not found at all." Jonah said, "But he had a ring made of blood-veined gold, which was very precious. It was also lost with his disappearance."
"We all miss him terribly and have been trying to find the ring, but have never been able to do so."
"So you want to..."
"I would like to entrust you with the task of finding the ring again."
Jonah said solemnly.
"If you find it, all the gold Johnny found before his death can be paid to you. I mean what I say."
Hitzfeld frowned deeply.
She couldn't make the decision on this matter, so she secretly poked Darent.
Darent turned his left hand behind his back and used his fingers to repeatedly draw "o" marks on his back.
In modern Saraswati, this symbol indicates affirmation.
"Ok."
The girl finally let go.
"By the way, what's the name of the missing person?"
"Furken."
Jonah replied.
"Folken-Gebrina."
……
More than ten minutes later, the group of three finally set out on the night road.
This is a very "hellish" road.
It is not narrow, being as wide as two lanes, and the road surface is clean dirt, with some areas paved with fine gravel.
However, in this remote wilderness, with no street lights, we had to walk around in the dark.
And you can often hear the whistling of the night wind.
I heard the branches above my head and on both sides being blown, making a "swish-swish" sound.
Even if you don't believe in ghosts or gods, you still need considerable courage to hold on.
"right here."
Holding a kerosene lamp, Mickey stopped.
In front of them was a gravel road, and the road surface showed a white circle under the light.
"Powdered lime."
Mickey said.
"The police had him in a circle at the time, and that's where he fell."
Hitzfeld squatted to investigate.
It has been a while since it was exposed to the wind and sun, and the white circle has become very blurred.
But if you look carefully, you can still find dark black marks on one side of some small stones.
Most likely it's blood.
"When you have nightmares, is the main perspective also in this place?"
Darent asked Mickey.
"Yes."
"Standing here... in this position, and seeing figures around, and the positions of the figures seen in each person's dream are different?"
"Correct."
Darent walked around and grinned.
"I know what's going on."
"Ok?"
Now even Hitzfeld couldn't help but look up.
"Let me show you a demonstration."
Darent looked around, walked to the edge of a bush on one side, jumped onto the tree trunk and climbed a few times, reached out and grabbed a bunch of branches, and pulled it down with force.
"look carefully!"
he shouted.
"Look at the gaps between these branches! Look carefully!"
"Does it look like a figure?"
He turned his head as he spoke.
He saw Mickey and Hitzfeld standing there in a daze, their eyes fixed on his left.
"..."
Darent's eyelids twitched slightly.
He squinted his eyes and turned his head back little by little.
He saw the gap - the gap that he had created with his own hands, which happened to be in the shape of a human. A cold gaze came from it.
It breaks through common sense and also breaks through space.
Just stare at him like that.
Keep your eyes on him.
Chapter 13: The Gap Man
Hitzfeld also felt the gaze.
