The two re-edited the detailed information while on the way. Peter's hands were so fast in the co-pilot seat that he could input text faster than typing on a computer.
The details of the entire building observed today, as well as the owner's situation and a brief history of his family, are all described in one go, and photos from many angles are also attached.
In places where the paint is thicker, one can vaguely feel through touch that they may be the kind of wall carvings that the association is accustomed to.
When the first preliminary information is completed, fill in the evaluation of the building's integrity. After Peter and Niso confirm it by voice, click Send.
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After watching the two leave, the three Neumann siblings began to prepare their own dinner.
The one who cooked was my younger sister Mani. A pot of onion stew, plenty of grilled sausages, vegetable salad and bread made it a simple and warm family meal.
It's winter now, so it's impossible to dine in the empty hall. It would be very cool there in summer.
In fact, the first and second floors inside the building have been renovated to be very comfortable, with the indoor dining room and kitchen separated by just a door.
The lid of the pot was opened, and the soup spoon was used to scoop the rich and fragrant beef soup onto each person's tableware. The heat and fragrance instantly filled the entire room.
"Tsk tsk tsk, Mani, except for your bad temper, you have already perfectly met the good qualities of a wife."
Karl joked, but couldn’t help but take a sip of the soup first, a look of satisfaction on his face.
"Humph, my temper is because someone made me unable to bear it."
She cut slices of grilled sausages herself, the fat overflowing from the gaps between the sausages as the knife slid down her spine. She then used a fork to smear the sauce on them before putting them into her mouth.
Frank was not so polite and ate half of it in one bite.
Carl and Frank each opened a can of dark beer and ate the sausages and bread with big mouthfuls, drinking soup and taking a sip of beer from time to time.
"By the way your friends just saluted was really new. I have never seen that kind of salute before."
Carl chatted with Frank.
The latter drank beer and swallowed the sausage he was chewing.
"They have been studying classical architecture for a while. Didn't they say during our conversation just now that they have been to many places? Maybe it's the folk customs of some place. I think it's quite novel."
My younger sister Manni also joked while drinking soup and eating vegetable salad.
"It's quite novel, like a special OK sign with your fingers clasped upside down over your heart, haha!"
Carl also laughed when he heard it. Although there were many differences, they were indeed somewhat similar in shape.
But Frank, who was originally eating sausages and drinking broth, couldn't help but start thinking again. Although he had never seen that gesture before, he always felt a sense of inexplicable familiarity afterwards.
However, the memory in his mind told him that he definitely had not seen it, but when he thought of Peter, it seemed that his memory might not be reliable.
As an outstanding biology student who was admitted to the University of Munich based on his own strength, Frank knew that the human brain's memory could sometimes be distorted, and could even vilify or beautify memories in the brain.
That’s why humans invented writing and record keeping!
He was conducting academic research on a personal level in his mind.
etc!
Frank was holding the fork and suddenly froze, not even noticing that half of the sausage on the fork had slipped onto the plate.
"Word!!"
He knew where his sense of familiarity came from. It was not a feeling from having seen the real thing, nor from having seen it in a photo or video, but from a written record!
Frank put down his chopsticks and ran upstairs quickly, from the first floor to the attic on the seventh floor, where he found a thick old book among the sundries.
Many of the pages of this book are worn out. It was Frank's favorite interesting reading material when he was a child.
My grandmother told me that after the horrific war ended and my grandfather returned from the prisoner-of-war camp, he was depressed and there was a time when he was like a madman, holding this book, trying to find the so-called "truth."
When Frank was born, his grandfather was already a taciturn old man, but at least he was not crazy, and he often told him those absurd stories.
It was not until Frank learned to read that he realized those stories came from this family notebook. Most of the things he had boasted about in school before came from his grandfather's stories and this book, and had been polished by him.
In fact, there is a gap between the school’s rhetoric and that in the book. The book does tell a lot of inside stories, but some parts are actually ambiguous, and the attitude of the ancestors is also very ambiguous.
On the one hand, he criticized "Shuguang" and exposed its various shortcomings, but there was a strange emotion between the lines.
Frank didn’t understand before, until he began to mature and realized that it was sourness, envy and resentment.
For example, when my grandfather was crazy, he wrote several pages in his notebook trying to find the truth.
He wiped the soup from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve. He wasn't sure whether the sweat on his forehead was due to nervousness or because he had run to the seventh floor.
Where is it? Where is it? It should be in the middle pages...
"Got it!"
Finally I found the page I was looking for.
"Clap your fingers to the burning heart, three fingers to the light of hope..."
Dawn Ceremony!!
"Is it possible?!"
A terrifying yet faintly exciting thought suddenly appeared in Frank's mind.
Could it be that this huge fraud organization that has been downplayed by history is still "alive"?
Peter had contacted me a year ago... Could it be that he intentionally approached me a year ago?
Oh no!! What the hell did I do!! Luckily he didn’t go to class today…
After thinking about it for a while, Frank suddenly shook his head.
No, no... I must be overthinking it. In this day and age, the possibility of someone coming here on purpose to cause trouble is too small. No one is paying attention to them, so why would they jump out on their own?
After a while, Frank returned to the table and continued eating as if nothing had happened.
"What did you do just now?"
"No, I suddenly remembered that Peter might have left something in the attic, but I didn't find it."
Manny was skeptical, but Carl didn't believe it at all.
"I'm done eating, you two take your time."
He stood up. He was the fastest eater. Frank was delayed for another ten minutes or so, and Manny might not be as fast as Frank in a while.
Carl entered the corridor and went up to the attic quietly. He casually looked at the traces and found out what Frank had done. He also found the notebook from the utility cabinet.
"Is this the thing? Why did Frank suddenly come to see this crappy book?"
He calmly lifted the book with the pages facing upwards, placed it vertically on an old chair, and immediately let go of it. The pages fell to both sides and opened in the middle.
This meant that this part had been flipped through recently or just now with great focus. After casually browsing a few pages, Carl's gaze froze.
"The Ceremony of Dawn..."
His eyes flickered rapidly several times, and he resisted the urge to take out his cell phone and make a call.
Breathing heavily through his nostrils, his knuckles cracking.
Twenty minutes later, Manny was washing dishes in the kitchen, while Frank's room upstairs was not peaceful.
"Bang~"
Carl grabbed Frank by the collar and threw him to the ground.
"Are you crazy Carl? Or are you drunk on the stout?"
"I'm crazy? Haha, I'm crazy? Yes, yes!! The Neumann family tradition!! Now another one is crazy."
The strong young man, who was the older brother, laughed twice and took the book out of his coat pocket.
"But it's not me! It's you, Frank!! Do you want to learn from your grandfather? Or just be more thorough and learn from that coward!!"
After reading this book, Frank felt inexplicably guilty.
"No! It's not what you think!!"
"I know you've loved these stories since you were a child, but you're now a top student at Munich University, and now you..."
"Stop! I said I'm not crazy!!"
Frank was afraid that Carl would overreact, so he quickly told Carl all his suspicions, leaving out only the part about how he was showing off at school.
Carl finally breathed a sigh of relief. He was not an unreasonable person. His brother's thinking was smooth and logical, and he didn't seem to be ill.
After they calmed down, they felt that a gesture alone could not explain anything. It could be that they were similar, or even that it was another "madman having a seizure.
However, stimulated by this, Carl went directly to the bank the next day to cancel an account. With his current financial situation, there was no need for him to accept the weekly remittance from that coward.
A month of relatively peaceful life passed. Except for the first visit, Peter and Nesso no longer needed to go there for further investigations.
Peter met Frank several times at school, and they quickly became friends as they approached each other with their own purposes.
Frank discovered that Peter was really a sunny and positive young man, but also a little mysterious. His brother's advice was still ringing in his ears, but curiosity could not be easily erased, and he increasingly had a strange intuition.
As for Peter, he has been considering when to propose the acquisition intention. It would be a good choice to buy the house peacefully.
After all, the association already has magic controllers ready to come and start setting up branches and weaving secret realms in Deyi Country. This house is undoubtedly a good choice.
But the calmness of both sides was broken by unexpected events in their respective countries.
At the Neumann household, Karl had just returned from another mission and was able to rest for two days. It was also the weekend, so his younger brothers and sisters were at home.
But in the evening, an unexpected figure came here.
He opened the door with the key and reappeared in front of the three siblings with anxiety and trepidation.
After being unable to remit money normally for a month, old Neumann finally returned despite being very scared to go home.
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On the other hand, when the Neumann family was reunited and quarreling, Nisso drove his car from the highway outside the city towards the city. He was not in a hurry to return to the city, but was tracking a terrifying aura.
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