I have a Tantric panel

"Is the weather clearing up?"

Clara drew back the red velvet curtains.

The light rain had stopped sometime ago, and the sunlight shone on the puddles on the street, making them look like tiny silver mirrors.

The fresh air after the rain wafts in on the breeze.

She was unusually spared from being woken up by a nightmare today.

Last night, I had a strange dream.

I can't remember the specific details of the dream very clearly anymore.

All I remember in my dream was a handsome man, lots of moths, and...

A ball of platinum-like candlelight.

"Is this the revelation that [Si Zhou] gave me?"

Clara muttered to herself.

She had heard that in ancient times, when the distance between the pillar gods and people was not as great as it is today.

The gods often enter the dreams of the humans they choose, guiding them onto the right path.

How similar it is to last night's dream!

But who is that man in my dream?

Clara couldn't remember what the other person looked like at all, only that he was "good-looking", "pleasing to the eye", and "not annoying".

It wasn't until her personal maid entered the room and helped her with her hair and clothes that she was able to get ready.

Clara kept reminiscing about that dream.

"Miss, you seem to be in a very good mood today. Did you have a sweet dream last night?"

The maid asked the question in a light and cheerful tone.

Clara was somewhat surprised: "How did you figure that out?"

"You'll know once you look in the mirror."

The girl turned her head.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I saw a faint, gentle smile always on my lips.

That was different from the smile she deliberately put on in front of strangers.

It was relaxing and heartfelt.

In the maid's memory, the young lady hadn't laughed like that in a long time.

"I'm actually laughing? When...?"

Clara muttered something to herself, then inexplicably felt a sense of anticipation for the night to come.

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Tap tap, tap tap, tap tap...

The horses' hooves clattered on the cobblestone path, making a crisp and cheerful sound.

On both sides, the scenery of the capital city rushed past.

In the distance, wisps of black smoke rise from chimneys, showcasing the cityscape of the industrial era.

Looking at the scenery outside the window, Xia En felt somewhat helpless.

Because the carriage's destination was not Akarin University, but a residence in the old town.

What's the reason behind this?

You should also ask the detective sitting across from you.

This morning, Shane had just finished eating the breakfast Eileen had made when she ran into Lucius, who had rushed back from outside.

After several days of traveling, Lucius's hair became increasingly disheveled, and his face looked somewhat haggard.

Upon seeing Xia En, he immediately rushed over as if he had seen a savior.

"Emergency help needed!"

"Xia En, there's a favor you absolutely need to do for me."

After saying this, he half-pushed and half-pulled Xia En onto the carriage, which led to the scene before us.

Xia En looked at the other person.

"Mr. Lucius, tell me, what do you need my help with?"

"Wait...wait a moment."

Lucius stuffed the remaining half of the sandwich into his mouth, his words mumbled indistinctly.

"Wait until I finish eating..."

He chewed twice, then picked up the teacup beside him and gulped it down before letting out a satisfied sigh.

"Phew, I'm alive again!"

"It's been so long since I've had a sandwich made by Eileen herself. You have no idea how hard I've been these past few days."

Xia En hesitated for a moment.

I was too embarrassed to tell him that Eileen had been cooking for me these past few days.

After eating and drinking his fill, Lucius straightened his expression.

"I'm looking for you because of a painter's suicide case."

Xia En immediately became serious: "Is it related to the magic of art?"

"I can't rule out that possibility, but based on my judgment, it's more likely a homicide."

When it came to serious matters, Lucius became noticeably more serious, a meticulous glint flashing in his gray eyes.

Xia En asked, "Why do you say that?"

"First of all, this painter is a friend of mine, and based on what I know of him, he is not someone who would be easily captivated by magic."

"Secondly, he wrote me a letter just two weeks ago."

"The higher-ups said that if anything happens to him, the case must be thoroughly investigated."

Xia En's heart skipped a beat.

Lucius's friend?

This suggests that he might also be someone on the other side of the curtain.

The addition of that pre-announcement letter further suggests that something is amiss.

"So, how can I help?"

A hint of appreciation flashed across Lucius's face as he continued.

"In the room where the painter committed suicide, a painting was left behind. I think my friend must have hidden some message in the painting."

"Unfortunately, I don't know much about art, but if it's you, Shane..."

Interpreting the painting?

I am indeed good at this.

At the same time, this is also an opportunity, an opportunity to enter Lucius's circle.

Without the slightest hesitation, Xia En said earnestly, "I will do my best."

"Don't push yourself too hard."

Lucius patted him on the shoulder: "If you think there's any danger with that painting, just give up on it."

Xia En nodded slightly.

"Oh, right, there's one more thing."

Lucius added, "There may be others who will interpret this painting."

"Who is it?"

"People brought in by the Beijing police."

The detective shrugged: "You know, police and detectives have never gotten along."

"Especially if there's an old-fashioned detective, don't take anything he says to heart."

"I see."

Xia En silently prepared herself mentally.

As they talked, the carriage gradually came to a stop.

The two got out of the car, and in front of them was a lonely old house.

A cordon was set up around the area, and several Imperial police officers were patrolling the vicinity.

Upon seeing Xia En and his companion approach, they simply nodded and allowed them to pass.

—Their attitude was indifferent, but there was no particularly strong hostility.

Stepping into the old house, the smell of stale wood filled my nostrils.

Lucius didn't linger for a moment, heading straight for the painter's bedroom.

The bedroom was surprisingly empty, indicating it had already been searched several times.

The easel in the very center was particularly eye-catching.

Slightly puzzled, Xia En asked in a low voice.

"Why were other things taken away, but this painting is still here?"

"The spirit in this painting is intimately connected to the spirit of this room."

Before Lucius could answer, a loud, bell-like voice came from behind him.

"Once it is removed, the original etheric field will be destroyed, and even a seasoned medium will find it difficult to reconstruct the truth."

Two people walked in from outside.

The man walking in front was almost two meters tall, and his muscles were practically bulging out from under his police uniform.

Standing next to Lucius, it's like a grizzly bear and a fox side by side.

He looked down at Shane, grinning, and said, "Lucius, is this the guy you brought in? He doesn't look like much."

"How can you not even know this basic common sense?"

However, Xia En's gaze swept past him and looked at the thin young man behind him.

The young man was wearing a black suit, was so thin he was practically skin and bones, and wore white silk gloves.

The appearance is somewhat similar to that of a funeral director.

The panel popped up.

You have come into contact with a "lamp" that has not yet been lit!

[You have come into contact with a transcendent being who embodies the principles of "Revelation" (first time)!]

[Soul Point +1!]