Chapter 1918 U: Beyond the Big 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 figures who didn't fit in.

Schiller was refolding his napkin. 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.

And the most outstanding thing about them was that they didn't have the kind of fearful temperament that they worried about doing something wrong, but were very calm, and didn't even think they were different.

Mrs. Nehlet slightly tightened the 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 a noble 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 rose with a new bloom 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 slightly 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 sick gloom to a dry and pale hand.

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

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

Mrs. Nehelet could not hide her anxious and sad look, and in the eyes of a group of professional scammers, this is 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 Nehelet family, and can be traced back to 'Nehelet the Fighting and Warlike'."

"Yes, that's right, this is an Indian curse. I saw the Indian's ghost roaring in your lady's body!"

"You guys are a bunch of liars! What does it have to do with curses and ghosts? There is obviously something wrong with the magnetic field in Nihlet Manor. The magnetic field here can affect people's minds and cause brain wave disorders. We must believe in science!"

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

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

Everyone said something to each other, some were in favor and some were against, but in the end, the ghost and curse theories accounted for the majority.

In order to show their positivity, many people began to talk about their ideas in a spitting manner, focusing more on refuting their opponents' theories, but did not notice that the look on Mrs. Nihlet's face was getting worse and worse. Dejected.

At this moment, a figure rushed into the restaurant, blocked by several servants. Schiller, who was dining, paused with his knife and looked up at the figure who broke in. He was a man wearing a camel plaid suit. A middle-aged man with a face somewhat similar to Mrs. Nehlet, with a slightly funny mustache.

"Drive these damn liars out, drive them all away. They are all a bunch of deceitful, dirty, stupid and brainless bad guys..."

The middle-aged man was spitting and shouting, and Mrs. Nehret immediately changed her face and stood up. She pointed at the servant and shouted at the middle-aged man: "Take him away, take him away quickly!"

"Mr. Proxi, Mr. Proxi! Please leave here quickly, leave here with us quickly. This is an important banquet for Madam. You can't..."

The short, middle-aged man broke away from the footman's oppression and shouted to Mrs. Nehlet: "Sister, you know that's not a ghost, you know that's not a ghost!"

Mr. Prosci was still taken away. Mrs. Nehlet watched his back being taken away with an inexplicable expression on her face. After a while, she turned back, looked down at the tableware and said: "He is my crazy brother. He has never been my crazy brother." My mother-in-law has been living here since the fall of her parents. He has serious mental problems and will act up every now and then. He is really getting more and more crazy, so don’t worry. "

An old man with gray hair who looked like a priest stood up and said: "Madam, there is something really wrong with the situation of your children. Although it seems a little hasty and presumptuous, we'd better prepare a simple exorcism ceremony first."

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

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

Just as Mrs. Nehlet was about to speak, the old man crossed himself on his chest and said, "Please don't mind, ma'am, I am raising funds for the orphanage in the district. There are many children in the orphanage who were mistakenly thought by their parents to be possessed by demons." Boy, I have experience with this, please let me try.”

Mrs. Nehret 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 me. If my children are rescued, my husband and I will go to your place in person in the second half of the year." The Holy See expresses its gratitude.”

The others looked at me and I looked at you, but they didn't dare to speak out to refute and seize the opportunity. This old man was a certified priest, and even if they were unwilling to do so, they didn't dare to go past him and steal the limelight.

Besides, everyone was a little worried about the so-called demonic possession. The young lady's behavior in the garden was a bit too scary. It was okay if there was no demon. If there was a demon, wouldn't she have to tear herself into pieces? So it is also good to let others explore the way.

In this way, the guests and guests enjoyed the rest of the banquet. Mrs. Nehlet's eyes fell on the two Batmans and Schiller several times, but she did not speak. However, these weird people in strange costumes behaved at this time. Extraordinarily silent, as if he was not interested at all in being possessed by evil spirits.

Until the banquet came to an end, it was already past 12 noon, and the famous Mr. Nehlet returned to the manor together with another tall man.

As soon as he entered the restaurant, he attracted everyone's attention. No one looked at Mrs. Nihlet who was sitting at the head table. Instead, they all walked up to greet Mr. Nihlet.

Mr. Nehret is a bit short and relatively thin. He wears a pair of round-rimmed glasses and looks like an amiable businessman.

But he is also wearing a black coat, and his pants, hat, and tie are all matte black. Only the lining sweater is white, or pure white without any patterns. The whole person perfectly blends into the heavy and solemn atmosphere of the restaurant.

But he is not the most exaggerated. The man behind him called Mr. Hancock is a real walking black sculpture. He is covered in black from head to toe. Whether it is a shirt, coat or boots, they are all tightly wrapped. Tight, there is an extremely serious face under the brim of the hat, and the gloomy eyes are like scanning light, constantly patrolling back and forth on everyone.

Finally, Hancock saw Schiller and his party who were sitting at the dining table and did not get up in a hurry. Schiller looked at him helplessly, his eyebrows knitted together, and the deep lines on his brows overlapped with the vertical and horizontal ravines, and his eyes Full of contempt and dissatisfaction.

And when Natasha stood up from the chair and turned around, Hancock's eyes froze for a moment, but he did not move away immediately. Natasha's mouth corners immediately raised a smile.