Charlie was stunned because he remembered that Charles had just reminded him in the morning that he might encounter some bad things recently. In the afternoon, he lost the job opportunity he was looking forward to and wasted several Felgins on treating people to drinks.
This made him, who was already short of money, even more stressed.
Looking at Charles' smiling expression, Charlie lowered his voice unconsciously:
"Can you tell fortunes?"
The divination seems to be quite accurate!
"Didn't I tell you? I guessed. Lumian didn't stutter when he lied.
Of course, this is not entirely false, it is just a guess based on the fortune he sensed, just like knowing the correct answer when doing a problem and then making up the process.
Charlie looked unconvinced, but he did not question it. He asked expectantly, "Is my bad luck over now?"
Lumian focused his mind, his eyes darkened, and his expression became more and more serious.
Seeing Charles' reaction, Charlie's heart started pounding and his mouth became dry. What happened
Lumian pursed his lips and said, You will have a disaster soon.
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Charlie's expression suddenly fell, his face turned pale and blue, no longer as rosy as before.
Lumian laughed and said, "Just kidding. Although you won't have any good luck recently, you won't be too unlucky either."
This shows that even if Susanna Mathis's problem has not been completely resolved, it will not erupt in the short term.
Charlie couldn't quite believe what Lumian said. Really
It's fake. You can believe it if you want to. I have no objection if you don't want to, Lumian asked for wormwood anise liquor and smiled nonchalantly.
His attitude made Charlie feel relieved, and he drank a sip of rye beer on the high stool next to him. I thought the matter was not really over yet.
It's not impossible, Lumian didn't scare Charlie for the time being.
Charlie looked at the bar in front of him and said, "You know what? At that moment I wanted to be a lowly handyman and move out of the market area."
Lumian glanced at him. If something really happened, you wouldn't be able to escape no matter where you moved. Charlie's face suddenly showed an unconcealable bitterness.
Lumian added randomly, "You might as well go to the nearest Church of the Eternal Sun and pray more. By the way, I had dinner with my landlord, Mr. Ever, today. When we talked about Room 504, he acted a little strange, as if he knew the whereabouts of the tenant before you, but refused to tell us."
Charlie was stunned for a few seconds before he realized what Charles was referring to. He lowered his voice again and asked, "The one that posted the portrait of a woman?"
Lumian nodded slowly but surely.
Charlie was silent for a while and murmured to himself: Is the woman's matter related to Mr. Efe? He knows that there is something wrong with the portrait. I, I have to tell this matter, tell those people, I will go to the nearest church at dawn and tell the priest.
Yes, after a few days of my teaching, Louis is much smarter. He understood my hints at once. Umian picked up the wine glass with satisfaction and drank a sip of the green liquid with excellent visual effects.
He had no idea about the specific situation of the Old Pigeon Cage Theater, and had no idea how serious the problem was. If he investigated on his own, it would take at least a week or two to gather enough useful information.
And even if the information is collected, there may not be the ability to deal with it, so it is better to find a way to remind the authorities from the beginning and let them follow up.
After Charlie made up his mind, he glanced at Pavallison who was mixing cocktails, and seeing that he was not paying attention to this side, he asked Lumian in a low voice.
If they asked me where I got the news, how would I answer
Just tell me what you heard while chatting with me, Lumian said frankly.
Thanks to Charlie's previous publicity, the police in the Honest Market District should all know that the Golden Rooster Hotel has become the territory of Charles of the Savoy Party. Therefore, it is inevitable that Charles will meet with the landlord Mr. Efe to have a meal and chat. At that time, the official Beyonders will find out that this is a very normal thing and will not suspect Lumian.
"Well, Charlie is obviously much more relaxed."
Lumian took another sip of the Green Fairy and asked, "Which leader of the Sting Gang have you heard of?" Charlie had said before that whether it was the Savoy Party or the Sting Gang, or several other smaller gang leaders, they were all in the Honest Market area and had a certain reputation that could be used to scare children.
What do you want to do? Charlie's expression instantly became excited.
Lumian chose the most elegant and polite way to ask them something.
Charlie was a little disappointed because he couldn't see the excitement, except for Maggot. I only know two, one is Hammer At, he used to be in the Honest Man Market, and recently he often comes to the chaotic street, and the other is called Harman, he has no nickname, I saw Maggot walking with him several times, I respect him very much. Well, he is a bald head. The boss of the Sting Gang is a man called Black Scorpion Roger, it seems that he lives somewhere on Market Avenue
The person who could make Markt close to him, Harman, should be higher than Maggot in both his status in the Sting Gang and his own strength. Hammer At took over the Mill Dance Hall and Luan Street, so he ran here from time to time.
After a brief analysis, Lumian set his sights on Hammer Et, and he planned to guard this gang leader.
After drinking absinthe, Lumien and Charlie went back upstairs. Before they got close to room 207, he saw a box on the floor at the door, with a Savoyard Party logo, a bullet, and a dagger drawn on the lid with a black paint pen.
Louis sent someone to deliver the materials. Lumian bent down to pick up the wooden box and entered the room. He opened the lid and, as expected, saw a dark stone that smelled of bird droppings, a pair of blood-red eyeballs in a glass jar, and a poison sac.
Market Avenue, lit by yellowish gas street lamps.
Efe, the landlord of the Golden Rooster Inn, led a man to a homeless man who was sleeping with his eyes closed.
My silver coin is right there, he said in a deep voice.
The man behind him looked at the homeless man in the dark and asked, "He robbed you."
No. Ev answered with certainty, regardless of height, body shape or clothes.
A robber threw the stolen money directly to the homeless man. There is something wrong with this matter. The man standing at the edge of the street light nodded slightly. We have to be prepared for accidents or investigations.
Ev hummed and muttered, "If he doesn't throw my silver coins to the tramp, we can find him directly. He can sense where the money and property that once belonged to him are within a certain period of time."
The next morning, Lumian stayed at the Golden Rooster Inn, reading Aurore's witchcraft notes. He had to change his study time to the morning because he had been following Hammer, Ate and others for a long time, and they always showed up in the afternoon and returned home in the early morning.
Charlie went to the nearest Eternal Sun Church early in the morning. When he came back, he was not only relaxed, but also smiling. It seemed that he had found support and received praise.
Near noon, Lumian hid his witchcraft notes and walked to Market Avenue. He stood not far from Mr. Efe's apartment and the Old Dove Cage Theater, wanting to see if the official Beyonders had taken any action.
Everything was normal here, people were coming and going, and neither the shops nor the passing carriages gave any signs of anything happening. Lumian observed for a while and was about to find a nearby restaurant to fill his stomach when he saw Mr. Efe appear in the distance.
He was still wearing the washed-out formal suit and chestnut trousers, a wide-brimmed round hat with a slight gray tint, and holding a black cane, as he walked step by step towards the apartment where he lived.
The official Beyonder hadn't appeared yet. Lumian thought for a moment, crossed the market avenue, and went to meet the landlord. "Good afternoon, Mr. Efe, where are you going?" He smiled and greeted him. Mr. Efe was stunned for a second, and looked at him with caution and fear. "I'm going to the police station to take care of something."
The official Extraordinary summoned Mr. Efe through the police station, but they actually questioned people with corresponding abilities.
Lumian probably understood why. What puzzled him was that the authorities had not even discovered that Mr. Efe had extraordinary abilities.
Lumian nodded slightly and smiled, saying, "Maybe I can help with something."
No thanks, Mr. Efe replied stiffly and resisted. He then pointed to the beige apartment and said, "I have to go home."
In order not to arouse suspicion, Lumian did not try to stop him, nor did he make any more attempts. He frowned slightly as he watched Mr. Efe's back gradually go away. Recalling the conversation just now, he did not find anything suspicious, and he felt that some details were strange, with an indescribable feeling.
Lumian subconsciously focused his mind. He looked at Mr. Efe's back and tried to sense his recent fortune. It was normal, neither good nor bad, but Lumian's doubts increased instead of decreasing. When he had dinner with Mr. Efe yesterday, he habitually sensed his fortune. It was obviously a bit unlucky. Only one day later, his fortune changed. What happened in the meantime
Lumian turned around, put his hands in his pockets, and walked along the market avenue as if taking a stroll.