Mystery: Who has seen my brother?

Chapter 202 Ring
"Find me?"

A female voice came from behind Triss. The sound was like music flowing from the strings of a piano, beautiful and melodious. It was a pity that the only audience present was not in the mood to appreciate it.

Triss's hair stood on end, her body stiffened, and for a moment she seemed to have lost control of her body.

She wanted to put away the makeup mirror, then turned around naturally and said, "Sorry, I didn't know there was anyone here, I'll get out now." Then she walked away.

But after weighing the pros and cons, she found that this was simply impossible. The other party was obviously coming for her, so how could he let her go so easily?

Triss remained in her original position, frozen in place, her eyes focused on the hand resting on hers.

The silver makeup mirror is extremely delicate, with many intricate patterns carved on the back, just like vines winding and climbing behind the mirror and entangled with each other, forming silver patterns.

At this moment, Triss's blurry face was reflected in these intricate patterns, and a single ocean-blue eye appeared from behind her.

The figure reflected behind the mirror is very blurry, but the deep sea blue is still eye-catching and cannot be ignored.

Triss's hand trembled slightly. After a long time, her arm felt a slight pain, and she slowly let go.

When Triss put down her hand, she kept watching Eve's every move with her peripheral vision, her eyes moving back and forth between behind her and her hands. She didn't relax a little until she saw Eve's hand on hers retract her body, but she was still tense.

"Perhaps you could turn around and look at me," Eve's voice came from behind again, "Ms. Triss, I mean no harm."

Triss squeezed her eyes shut, hiding her panic. She turned around and said calmly, "Miss Eve is here too?"

"After all, I'm a reporter." Eve put her hands behind her back, her beautiful face looking unusually innocent. "Reporters are always chasing valuable news, aren't they?"

"Then Miss Eve..." Triss paused, then continued, "Did you find any valuable news?"

"Of course, there is no doubt that no one here is more valuable than you, Miss Triss."

Eve's gaze swept over Triss's index finger, where she wore a uniquely shaped sapphire ring. "He" smiled and continued, "Come to think of it, I haven't thanked Miss Triss for the diamond hairpin she gave me."

He reached out and touched the diamond hairpin that held her hair in place, saying, "Such a precious accessory, I really don't know how to express my gratitude."

she knows!
Triss's heart trembled, and she immediately lowered her eyes, trying to hide her inner shock. She said calmly, "As long as Miss Eve likes it, there's no need to thank me."

"No," Eve smiled and shook her head. She stretched out a hand and waved it in front of Triss. Then she closed her hand in front of her and quickly opened it again. A silver amethyst ring appeared in her empty hand. "It's not a precious item, but it's a token of my love."

Eve held Triss's hand, and under her gaze, she slowly put the amethyst ring on her thumb. Her movements were gentle, but Triss couldn't refuse.

The ring was neither too big nor too small, and it fit Triss's finger perfectly, as if it was custom-made for her.

"Please accept this, Miss Triss."

Triss stared at the amethyst ring on her thumb, not knowing what expression to use to face the other person.

Then, she couldn't help but look at the other ring on her hand—the sapphire ring from the Gnosis Society, the special ring she couldn't get rid of. Her intuition told her that the amethyst ring was likely impossible to remove either. But now, she couldn't even muster a wry smile. She forced a smile and gesture to thank Eve for her gift, saying nonchalantly, "I'm not going to do that anymore."
"Thank you."

"You're so kind." Eve chuckled, then turned sideways and passed Triss, saying with a smile, "I hope we can meet again."

As soon as he finished speaking, he opened the bathroom door and left in front of Triss, as if he had come specifically to "thank" her.

After Eve left her sight, Triss immediately reached out and tried to take off the amethyst ring. Surprisingly, she took it off very easily.

The beautiful witch looked at her thumb with a strange expression. Because of her hasty and flustered movements, a red mark was left on it, reminding her that the ring had indeed stayed on her hand temporarily.

Triss pursed her lips, her expression growing more serious. She gripped the ring tightly between her fingers and held it up to her eyes, examining it carefully. Sure enough, she noticed something unusual. On the inside of the silver ring was a unique pattern composed of hearts and triangles—the symbol of the Primordial Witch.

Eve has clearly acknowledged her identity as a "witch", but no one knows which "original witch" she believes in.

Triss speculated that the "Chaos Witch" was more likely, and she also secretly hoped that it was the "Witch Church" rather than the "Gnosis Society".

There has always been controversy within the Witch Church regarding its handling of male witches. Although some members believe that male witches will inevitably get out of control, as a former righteous church, regardless of internal circumstances, their external attitude towards male witches is still mainly one of tolerance and acceptance. More importantly, the Witch Church and the Gnosis Society have always been in a state of hostility since their establishment, and there has never been any reconciliation.

If it was the Witch Church, she might have a chance to borrow their power to completely get rid of the Gnosis Society, but if it was the Gnosis Society, then death would be a happy ending for Triss.

There is no doubt that this is a big gamble.

Triss gritted her teeth and clenched the ring in her hand, then stretched out her arm. Such a simple action, but she did it extremely slowly and with difficulty, as if she was holding not a light ring but something heavy that was difficult to bear.

There is a sink below. As long as she lets go of her hand, the ring will fall down. Then turn on the faucet and the water will wash it away, and they will never see each other again.

Triss stared at the sink intently. Her hand holding the ring loosened slightly, then immediately tightened again, over and over again until her arm felt sore, but the ring did not fall off.

She raised her head and looked at herself in the mirror, seeing her face, her clenched fists, and the uniquely shaped sapphire ring on her finger.

Suddenly, Triss seemed to have lost all her strength, and her arms fell limply at her sides, but she still held the ring in her hand.

Can't get rid of it.

She couldn't escape the Spiritual Knowledge Society on her own.

It was only a matter of time before she was found. Or maybe they already knew her location and had been watching her hiding like a mouse, laughing at her stupidity, and then would find her when they needed her.

She didn't want to be a vessel for God's descent.

She doesn't want to die.

(End of this chapter)