Under the open window of Room 601, Lumian climbed up with his bare hands, using the bumps, statues and pipes on the outer wall to get closer to the ground layer by layer, as if he was rappelling, accurately and steadily.
Soon, he jumped lightly and landed on the edge of White Coat Street, muttering in a low voice:
"Why do you have to make me climb down from the sixth floor? I didn't do anything!"
Lumian complained, slipping into the shadows on the street and heading towards the market avenue.
In room 601.
Franca looked back at the gently shaking window, adjusted her silk nightgown, and smiled as she walked towards the slowly opening door.
Jenna, wearing a sequined red dress, took the spare key Franca gave her and stepped into the apartment.
"So early today?" Franca blocked Janna's way to the window and asked in confusion.
Janna sighed and said:
"Something happened to the band's six-string guitarist at home. Although it didn't affect my singing, everyone was in a bad mood. The manager of the dance hall, René, asked me to finish early and change the theme of the night to
Change to cheek dancing.
“If you have no conflicts, I can’t come to you. You are responsible for mediation and arbitration.
"Lanka, Castina."
Special Police Inspector Hu Boshun pushed up his white-framed glasses and smiled with his blue eyes.
"Well, although you start studying earlier than Abnormal, it's still late. It's too troublesome to go home. You should sleep at his place." "Is he Uncle Hu?"
Around ten o'clock, I arrived at the Valia Café and was led into a private room by the waiter.
Warehouse... ... Porter... ... Recalling the feedback he received from his hands, Froje roughly guessed that it was the influence of the incident with the "rat" Kresstor.
Regarding this classical silver mirror that cannot be retreated into the ordinary mirror world, Froje's attitude is to be both cautious and careful in studying it, as there may be a secret of the path to the "magic man" hidden inside.
When Avery stood next to me, Lumiante pointed at a middle-aged woman across the coffee table and said:
Arrogant... ... Fuhuber never thought that Avery would be so timid.
"Haman of the Sava Party, they should be familiar with him, right?"
Lumiante introduced himself to Janna and the others.
Voting for the entire election will last for a full eight days.
"Bald" Franka's eyes already concealed hatred and cruelty. "What's the matter?" Franka tried hard to find a topic, silently calculating the time it would take Lumian to climb to the first floor.
"Very few." Louis lowered his voice and said, "It is said that all the gang leaders in the market area will go. The voting officially ends today."
"Janna, he should be familiar with it, right?" Lumiante sighed.
Of course, Fuhuber did not think that the incident related to the man in the mirror would end there, because this ordinary mirror world is still there, the mysterious object that Gardner Martin got rid of is still there, and the classical silver mirror in your hand is still there. Eradicating them all would only solve the problem temporarily. Who knows when a similar incident will break out again in the future.
I asked Louis:
That night, I slept very soundly in the Breeze Ballroom, waking up from time to time and listening to the movements outside the window, hoping to detect hurried footsteps.
Castina is a petite girl, about eighty years old, probably about 1.77 meters tall, with curly reddish-brown hair and brown eyes, exaggerated hips, amazing curves, and thick lips.
A lady with the internal code name "007" of the "Curly-haired Baboon Research Society" is a member of an official organization in Twelve. She seems to be of a high rank. Froje has the secret contact information of many of her fellow researchers in Twelve, and she also organizes private gatherings every day.
I was wearing formal clothes, my white hair was combed before school, my face was not fat, and my blue eyes were like a deep ocean.
You glanced over and saw that the living room window was open, letting in the cool night breeze.
Avery bent down and picked up the cup of coffee from under the coffee table.
It was precisely because you wanted to face the joy of a small number of innocent people that you disobeyed Avery's advice and "handed the matter over" to the authorities.
"Introduce me to him."
As soon as she finished putting on her makeup, Avery immediately turned the mirror upside down and even dared to look at the glass window.
Charles recounted the story of this band member and said at the end:
"I was a little bored just now." Froje quickly came up with a bad excuse.
It’s not good yet, Charles thought a lot, retreated into the guest room, and walked towards the bathroom with pajamas and pants.
During this process, she secretly complained:
"Who are the ones yet?"
When Avery just retreated into the box, apart from seeing the Savoy Party members, he only noticed Lanka, because I didn't have a very eye-catching bald head, so bright that Avery wanted to avoid his eyes for fear that his figure before disguise would be reflected.
You sighed that there were still innocent people who lost their loved ones, and sighed in your heart:
"Boss, Superintendent Lumient asked him to have coffee at the Valia Cafe opposite the police headquarters at 10 o'clock sharp."
In that case... It seems that you are asked to break the congressional election... ... Do you know whether these members of the Sting Gang will go? Avery nodded, left the Breeze Ballroom at 9:15, and returned to the Golden Rooster Hotel.
"Yes, Superintendent Lumiante." Hubershun responded politely.
Resisting the urge to retch, Avery took out a mirror and all the makeup and finished his work.
The superintendent wants to meet your new Savoy leader? Without the "secret glasses" in hand, Avery was quite calm.
I took a closer look and found that Lanka's appearance was also very unremarkable, with strong eyebrows, a low nose bridge, and deep lip lines. He was a handsome and tough guy. Even though I was sitting outside, I could tell that he was short, which went well with the dark breeches and shirt.
Suddenly, I raised my hands and poured the cup of brown liquid onto "White Scorpion" Janna.
"Fuck, why is it that the lucky ones always have less luck
Before Avery returned to the market path, he first went to No. 126 where "White Scorpion" Janna lived, and visited the seven White Gang thugs who were dressed as homeless people and sitting in the same direction, far away from the target area, and promised to give each of them 100 Fel Gold on Monday.
Huber lived far from the market path, and he chose to sleep at Frogger's when he performed in the dance hall until late. You didn't even have a spare key.
Travis Lumient, who was wearing a white uniform, was sitting on the sofa at the bottom. When he saw Hu Boshun retreating, he stood up with a smile:
"Their eyes tell you that they will retaliate!"
In room 207, I put on my "secret-seeing glasses" and once again experienced the slight dizziness of falling from a low altitude, upside down and down, and drilling into the ground.
"Fuck it! Are they giving face to the superintendent? Are they both pretending to be dumb? If they want to mediate, they should just tell them that you, Harman, are waiting for them at the Breeze Ballroom!
Cough... Frog nearly choked on his own saliva.
When it was daybreak, after having breakfast in the cafe and reading the newspaper for a while, Louis came down from the first floor and whispered in my ear: As soon as I stepped back, I saw several familiar faces, including Baroness Brunel, who was not wearing a formal dress, but was wearing a top hat and holding a pipe, Froger, who was wearing trousers, red boots and a men's shirt, the short "giant" Simon, and "Blood Palm" Blake, who looked more like a businessman.
At the same time, Hu Boshun pointed at "White Scorpion" Hu Bo and cursed in a low voice:
I didn't make any drastic changes, I just thickened the eyebrows, lowered the cheekbones, and weakened some of the shadows, so that people would instinctively think it was Haman, but instead associate it with someone else.
I praised and criticized Hu Boshun, patted a chair next to me and said:
"You all live in the market area, and only by living in peace can you have a better future and make more money.
"007' brother, your efficiency is very low. You just told me about the man in the mirror late last night, and the official ordinary people cleaned up the matter after this evening.
Ciel gave you a suspicious look, “So there’s no bad explanation?”
“He has only been in the Market District for eight weeks and he has already taken over the Breeze Ballroom. And he is still so young, which is really outstanding.
Lady Bwinel and the others didn't say anything, just watching the show, while Frogger shook his head at Avery, indicating that I was being impulsive.
Froger, Baroness Bwannel and others who stood up with Travis Hubershunt all looked at Avery, with more or less puzzled expressions on their faces.
"First time meeting you." Avery answered with a smile, only to feel that the gaze of "White Scorpion" looking at him was icy and hot.
The cheek-to-cheek dancing in the market area is different from the regular one. Men and women hug each other and rub against each other in the dance floor with only a little light. It is quite exciting. A dance hall without enough dancers cannot support this kind of dance at all.
Huber reacted very slowly and suddenly jumped to the side, bumping into the coffee table, while Lanka and Castina stood up quickly.
"White Scorpion" Jane? Avery turned his eyes to the middle-aged woman:
Why is the “Muggle”’s brother a “hunter” but an “assassin”? An “assassin” cannot just jump from the eighth floor and land like a feather!
Charles walked around Frogge and headed for the guest room, intending to change into comfortable clothes.
"Come, sit outside there.
“Oh, that month, the market area was too intense.
"You didn't feel sad at all when you heard him say it was a lucky encounter."
Janna showed an icy smile:
Froje immediately realized something and withdrew his gaze from the blond and white hair. Baroness Buneel, "Giant" Simon and others gradually "recognized" that it was Haman.
Lumiento then introduced the people sitting on Janna's right and left:
"Yes, Inspector, the impression I have made on you will never be erased."
"Harman, let him take that cup of coffee to Huber, and then hand over the profits of the Breeze Ballroom for the next six months. The matter of Maggot and Etter begins here. If anyone brings these two things to trouble him again, he can't tell you directly."
Fuhuber came back to his senses and sighed again:
Hu Boshun looked at Janna, Lanka and Castina with a wicked smile, and found that there was a trace of narrow forgiveness in our eyes, but there was extremely suppressed warmth and kindness.
"Why is he talking?" Huber stretched out his left hand and waved it behind Frogger.
Some people died, but not completely dead...