I'm an antique shop owner, so it's reasonable for me to know some magic

Chapter 536

After telling her agent where she was going, she followed the man into the car that was heading to the manor.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Wentworth Carrington."

After boarding the bus, the man did not choose to sit next to Annie, but instead sat in the seat in front of her at a certain distance, and then began a gentle and polite exchange of pleasantries.

"The reason we invited you here today is to discuss future cooperation with you personally."

"Sir, your previous attitude was hard to avoid causing misunderstandings."

"No one would allow a mobile gold mine to disappear before their eyes. As far as I know, Miss Anne plans not to renew her contract with the company when it expires at the end of this year..."

The conversation between the two was nothing more than a normal discussion, and the middle-aged man no longer showed the same look in his eyes as before.

But the more this happened, the stronger Anne's unease became.

She had seen too many men who coveted her body. Although she was disgusted by those lustful gazes, she knew how to deal with them and the constant harassment.

But the person in front of him never showed any lust from beginning to end. He seemed to be just as he said, simply treating Annie as a cash cow that could bring profits to the company.

If she hadn't experienced the nightmare murders, she might have been truly deceived by this facade.

But ever since her brush with death, Anne has developed an unusual sensitivity to danger.

It was a gaze that completely objectified the other person, as if the person sitting in front of him wasn't a human being at all, but a beautiful doll that could be manipulated at will...

She appeared to be talking to the other person, but her hand, hidden under the table, was constantly tapping on her phone.

The journey was forced to stop only when the car pulled up in front of the villa.

"You can get off now."

Wentworth got out of the car first, and even politely opened the car door for Anne.

As soon as she stepped out of the carriage, Annie felt a gust of cold air. Turning her head to look around, she found the courtyard to be unbelievably spacious.

Seemingly noticing her surprise, Wentworth, who was leading the way, gave a brief introduction of his family.

It turns out that his family purchased this land during the Carter era, and after a long period of development and accumulation, they have acquired tens of square kilometers of land in the vicinity. In addition, they also own properties and estates in other states.

The combined area of ​​these privately owned lands is roughly the size of a medium-sized city.

Hearing this, Anne's unease grew even stronger.

Lord.

When wealth expands to its extreme, it becomes land and power. To control such a vast territory, regulations and laws alone are far from enough.

The man in front of you likely possesses a formidable private armed force.

This means that even if any conflict occurs later, the support she called for will not be able to get here to carry out a rescue.

"Don't worry, Miss Anne. As I told you when I invited you, this is just a simple private dinner to entertain friends."

Wentworth, standing ahead, didn't turn around, yet he accurately articulated Anne's apprehension. With his reassuring words, the door in front of them opened automatically.

The firelight from the fireplace illuminated the tall Christmas tree in the center of the living room, while colorful balloons floated in the air not far away.

A band playing lively music was playing not far away, the organ melodious and elegant with a classical charm.

This instrument is often found in churches as accompaniment to hymns. Anne, who suddenly heard it, thought she had accidentally stumbled into a Christmas hymn performance at a grand cathedral.

However, after seeing clearly what was hanging on the Christmas tree and the balloons, Annie felt as if she had been struck on the back of the head with a blunt object, and her head spun.
Her heart raced uncontrollably, almost to its limit, her face turned deathly pale, everything in her vision began to spin, and her stomach churned violently. Finally, she couldn't hold back any longer and collapsed to the ground, vomiting violently!
"Ugh!! Ugh!!!"

Anne had already vomited up all the wine and food she had drunk and eaten at the previous banquet, but she still couldn't stop.

The intense emotional fluctuations affected Theresa, who was examining her memories. The disorientation and fear of her worldview collapsing and all common sense being overturned made her want to scream!

Her vision began to shake violently. Annie, ignoring the filth from her mouth, stumbled and ran, only to witness an even more horrifying scene.

Minced meat and bones, crimson in the cup, hair piled up in the sewers—everything swayed in the candlelight, as if transforming into the grotesque grin of a demon.

The guests seemed unfazed, feasting heartily, while the chefs busied themselves in the kitchen slaughtering "livestock" and preparing the ingredients, appearing quite accustomed to the similar reactions of others...

The guests, enjoying the "delicacies" on their plates, cast kind glances at Anne, who was running around like a headless fly, as if she were a drunken child who couldn't hold his liquor.

To Anne and Theresa, who shared the same perspective, the mouths glistening with oil were more terrifying than the gaping maws of wild beasts with their sharp teeth!
They helped Anne, who was struggling to leave, to her feet and led her to the center of the banquet, where a waiter served her a soup made of minced meat and beans...

The already turbulent river of memories became even more turbulent, and this consciousness space constructed by Theresa's profiling ability began to tremble violently!

This memory was so dark that Annie's brain, in order to protect her from collapse, locked it deep within, refusing to allow it to be awakened.

Therefore, the subsequent images are upside down, chaotic, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, and even have an indescribable distortion.

Theresa understood.

Continuing to forcibly investigate will only worsen his already fragile mental state, and may even become the last straw that breaks the camel's back!
This concludes the profiling.

Theresa withdrew her trembling hand and prayed softly.

“Pater noster qui es in caelis (Our Heavenly Father... You are in Heaven...)”

As she chanted, a gentle white light enveloped their bodies.

A warm and peaceful power soothed the hearts of Theresa and Anne, quickly calming the former's mind and smoothing the furrowed brow of the unconscious Anne.

Theresa looked at Anne, momentarily at a loss for how to help her.

From what I remember, no supernatural force intervened throughout the entire process; it was all just a cannibalistic feast that was stopped by a group of mentally abnormal, twisted, and perverted madmen.

Anne's words, as a firsthand witness, are simply insufficient as evidence...

Theresa took the paper figure out of her pocket.

"So that's why you gave me the paper figure."

(End of this chapter)