When the band member and his mother asked for leave from Rene, the manager of the Breeze Ballroom, the drums started again and people began a new round of twisting.
Lumian turned his head to glance at Janna who was standing beside him and chatted casually:
"I thought you would go and say some words of comfort. After all, you know him and often work with his band."
Janna, who was wearing a sequined red dress and exposing a large area of her chest skin, pursed her lips and said calmly:
"In the situation just now, what he needed was not comfort, but venting. Any comfort would be like a sword stabbing him."
Lumian looked Janna up and down for a few seconds:
"You know so much? Why do I feel like I've experienced it myself
Janna looked down at her toes and smiled.
“I was in a similar state a few years ago when my father passed away.
"Then one day, before daybreak, my mother took me to the roof of the apartment building and waited with me until the sun rose.
I saw the distance gradually getting brighter, the sky gradually turning from black to dark blue, and then lighter, and the clouds were dyed with bright golden yellow and other colors.
"At that moment, she told me that darkness will eventually pass, the sun will surely rise, and light will surely shine on the earth.
“When he returns to the band, I’ll find a chance to say something similar to him.”
Lumian listened quietly and said with emotion: “You have a good mother.
"Yes." Janna accepted the compliment with a little pride.
Lumian smiled and said:
"I just said so much, but I didn't say a single curse word. That's unlike you."
And he seems quite cultured.
"Fuck! In your mind, am I the kind of person with low quality and constant swearing?" Janna cursed angrily and walked towards the lounge to prepare for the next song.
Lumian sat back at the bar and thought about another question:
He has a therapy appointment tomorrow afternoon, while Luis Lund is available in every time slot on Sunday.
What if I missed it then
Lumian's first reaction was to write a letter to Ms. "Magician", asking her to ask her psychiatrist, Ms. Susie, to see if the treatment could be postponed for a day. However, he felt that his condition was a little unstable in the past two days. If he did not return for a follow-up visit in time, he might suffer a great loss in the future when tracking Louis Lund.
You know, even if Madam Pualis is not completely equal to "Madam Night", she is not someone Lumian can confront head-on now. His main goal is to find the survivor of Cordu Village and have a friendly chat with her.
Lumian did not have much hatred for Lady Puaris. Although she also believed in the evil god and did some things in Cordu Village, it seemed that she was not the murderer who caused the disaster after all. She was forced to leave some time before the ceremony.
Lumian has no control over what other people believe in, nor does he intend to.
Therefore, if he was in an unstable state and did something extreme, exacerbating the conflict between him and Mrs. Pualis and becoming her enemy, things would become extremely troublesome and might even cost him his life.
As for the conflict with the Sting Gang, "Mrs. Moon's" problems are not the same as "Mrs. Night's" affairs.
After thinking for a while, Lumian decided to find an assistant to wait for Louis, Lund instead of himself, and follow him to find his residence in Trier.
"Those without extraordinary abilities don't even need to consider it, as they simply can't complete the tracking.
"There are two options at the moment. One is the information dealer Anthony Reid. He is suspected to be a Beyonder of the "Psychologist" path. He has sufficient tracking ability. He has accepted my commission and received my deposit. He knows that I am looking for Louis Lund. Tracking him and confirming his whereabouts is also included in the mission. If it doesn't work, I will add some more money.
"The second is Franca. She and Aurore both belong to the Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society. She knows my true identity and has shown a certain level of care for me. She is trustworthy to a certain extent. Well, she still owes me a favor. She is also strong enough to track Louis Lund and even control him halfway..." Lumian stood up with his thoughts racing, went up to the bedroom on the second floor, and left the Breeze Ballroom through the window.
Golden Rooster Hotel, outside room 305. Lumian knocked on the wooden door.
"Come in." Anthony Reid spoke with a West Coast accent.
This answer was accompanied by the door slowly opening backwards.
The information dealer appeared before Lumian again.
The grease on his fat face seemed to have just been cleaned off, and he looked even more honest.
At this time, he was wearing a gray-blue worker's uniform, as if he had been in the market area and south of the botanical garden all day.
"I saw the note you left." Anthony Reid stroked his receding light yellow hairline. "I've been keeping an eye on Market Avenue."
Lumian showed no signs of indescribable uneasiness. He glanced around and said bluntly:
"I have other things to do tomorrow afternoon from 2:30 to 5:00. If you find the target during this time, don't notify me. Follow him and locate his residence."
Anthony Reid stared at Lumian with his dark brown eyes for a few seconds:
"good."
He didn't mention the extra money, and Lumian was happy not to mention it.
Number 3 White Coat Street is a relatively new apartment building. The beige building has dynamic curves and many uneven walls with various statues, including angels, animals, celebrities, and legendary objects. There are also large windows, pilasters, scrolls, etc.
Lumian stood in front of room 601 and rang the doorbell.
With the sound of ding-dong, Franka opened the dark red door.
Her long flaxen hair fell down naturally and fluffy. She was wearing a light white silk nightgown that did not reach her knees. The neckline was wide open, revealing a vast expanse of white.
Seeing that the other person was completely defenseless and not even wearing underwear, Lumian couldn't help but look away.
Franka seemed to know who the visitor was before she opened the door, and asked with a smile:
“Come to ask for advice on the mysticism
"After talking for so long, you finally show up."
"No, another thing." Lumian pointed inside the house and motioned for them to go inside.
Franka turned around and walked towards the sofa area.
Lumian followed closely behind, glancing around out of habit.
This is an apartment with two bedrooms, a bathroom, a living room and a kitchen. The sofas, coffee tables, dining tables, chairs, cabinets and various furnishings in the living room are beige, iron black, silver or light gray. There are fewer colors and they are not bright. It looks elegant and clean, with a concise and cold texture, which is completely different from the living room style of most families today.
Lumian sat at one end of the sofa and watched Franca curl up her legs and half-recline on the armchair diagonally opposite, revealing her exceptionally beautiful curves.
"What's the matter?" Franca asked. Lumian pointed at her:
"Would you consider changing your clothes?"
Franca looked down at her nightgown and suddenly realized:
"Maybe you know what my original gender is. When I'm with you, I always have the illusion that I'm still a man and forget to pay attention to these details."
She immediately smiled, and instead of changing her clothes, she changed her sitting position, appearing even more seductive.
After a few seconds, she even left the easy chair and sat directly next to Lumian.
Feeling Lumian's puzzled look, she chuckled and said, "You're not going to watch it anyway, so why should I change it?"
She struck a pose of undisguised teasing.
"Ma'am, you have a bad taste." Lumian sighed.
Franka smiled and said:
“Life is already hard, so you have to find some fun.
"I'm relatively lucky. There is a group of people in the research institute who have lost hope for the future and regard the pursuit of fun as the purpose of life. They set up a group called "April Fools' Day". Your sister should have mentioned it, right?"
“It was mentioned.” Lumian had seen it in Aurore’s witchcraft notes.
Franca did not explain further, but looked at Lumian with her lake-blue eyes, waiting for him to explain his purpose.
Lumian said directly: "I want to ask you for a favor."
"Hmm?" Franka asked in a questioning voice very cooperatively.
Lumian considered his words and said:
"Since you have seen my wanted poster, you should know the relevant information.
"I have received intelligence that a man named Louis Lund will appear on Market Avenue tomorrow. He has close ties with the bigwigs behind the Sting Gang.
"I want to catch him and find out the truth about the disaster in Cordu Village, but I have something important to do tomorrow afternoon and I can't wait for him in person. I hope you can help me. If he shows up, follow him and determine his whereabouts. If you are sure, you can also capture him for me. He used to have extraordinary power equivalent to Sequence 8. I think he was the "Gardener", but I'm not sure now. "After taking the mirror, didn't you say you would give me some compensation? This is it."
Franka said with a hint of annoyance:
"This is related to the death of a 'Muggle'. I will certainly help. How can this be considered compensation?"
"Tracking doesn't count, but taking action does?" Lumian tried to suggest.
Franka saw that he was still quite polite and distant in his bones, so she didn't insist and nodded.
"also."
She immediately showed her curiosity:
"What could be more important than catching that man, Louis Lund
"I thought you would care more about the truth of Cordu Village." Lumian thought for a moment and said frankly:
"After the disaster in Koldu, I developed some psychological problems and am currently receiving regular treatment. I am afraid that if I don't get follow-up treatment in time, I will lose control of my emotions and my efforts to find the truth will be undermined."
Franka nodded with a hint of sympathy, indicating that she understood.
She took the initiative to suggest:
"Do you need me to help you find a real psychiatrist, the kind with extraordinary abilities?"
"My psychiatrist is him." Lumian did not hide it. Thinking that her "Muggle" brother had other mystical gatherings, Franka did not ask any further questions.
Lumian also mentioned the characteristics of the "villain" and the "gardener", as well as the existence of Anthony Reid, and described his appearance, so as to prevent Franca from mistaking him for Louis Lund's helper and causing unnecessary conflict.
After explaining this matter, he stood up and prepared to leave.
"Now that you're here, why don't you ask me about mysticism?" Franka stood up with amusement.
"Louis Lund may also show up tonight." Lumian just wanted to get back to the Breeze Ballroom as soon as possible.
At this moment, he and Franca looked towards the door at the same time. There were light footsteps coming along the stairs and stopped there.
Franka looked at the cat's eye from a distance, and her expression suddenly became strange.
She lowered her voice and said to Lumian:
“Janna!
Some people died, but not completely dead...