Lumian squatted there, holding the three metal vials in his hands, looking at Janna, and said with a smile: "I have a way to confirm it."
"What method..." Janna was curious at first, but then she felt a little nervous and flustered because of the other party's ambiguous smile.
Lumian smiled and replied, "Come and help me try which bottle is which."
"Are you kidding me?" If the other person had not just saved her life and was not in a relatively weak state, Janna would have already cursed.
Lumian said seriously, "If it's the bottle of gas that can make people unconscious, at most you will be unconscious once more, and I won't do anything to you. If I really want to do something, you can't resist now. Moreover, after I confirm which bottle is which, I can use the bottle of irritating gas to wake you up and restore you to normal.
"If I were lucky enough to have encountered that bottle of irritating gas, I would have been able to regain some of my strength."
It sounds reasonable. No matter how bad it is, it won't be a big deal... Janna was almost convinced by Lumian.
She quickly came to her senses and said through gritted teeth, "What if it's the other bottle? We don't know what it does!"
If it is poison gas, there is no one on the scene who knows how to treat it!
Lumian laughed and said in a mocking tone, "Are you stupid? The bottle is mostly gas and partly liquid, so there is a big difference in weight!"
"This bottle should contain liquid!"
He picked up one of the three metal vials and shook it slightly.
He "clearly" heard the sound of liquid shaking inside, and immediately put it into his pocket.
"Is that so..." Although she was laughed at, Janna was not angry as her focus was now entirely on the "experiment".
She hesitated for a few seconds, closed her eyes, tilted her head back and said, "Let's try it!"
Lumian put the other metal vial into his trouser pocket, leaving only one in his hand.
He then calmly put the remaining one to Janna's nose.
The next second, he saw Janna quietly open her eyes a little.
Lumian laughed and twisted the lid. Soon, an extremely pungent smell like fermented feces penetrated into Janna's nose, choking her and making her sneeze several times. Tears and snot seemed to be flowing out.
And every "acne" helped her regain a lot of strength. After Lumian screwed the cap on the bottle and stood up from squatting, she jumped up suddenly and moved her hands and feet instinctively.
"Looks like I'm pretty lucky!" Janna said to herself happily as she sorted out her clothes and skirts.
I directly drew the bottle of gas with a pungent smell!
Then, she saw Lumian's teasing expression, and Jenna's heart skipped a beat, and she had a bad feeling.
She asked tentatively, "Actually, did you know which bottle of gas it was from the beginning?"
So that's why you can pick up that small metal bottle containing the irritating gas so accurately
Lumian laughed and handed the metal bottle to Jenna: "Smell the cap yourself."
Janna took it suspiciously and sniffed the bottle. There was a faint smell left there, not too irritating and not very effective, but bad enough.
"The other one has no taste," Lumian added with a smile.
Janna's already slightly flushed face turned redder.
This made her feel like she had just behaved like a fool: first she believed the other party's words, and then she gritted her teeth and participated in the so-called "experiment"!
The words of gratitude and various thoughts that she had prepared were instantly suppressed back into her stomach.
Lumian ignored the angry Janna and put away the metal bottle with a scratch mark on the surface and the 8 Fel Gold note.
Although the man had some ability that allowed him to sense the whereabouts of items that once belonged to him and were lost, he was already dead, and Lumian was not afraid of tracking him.
As for the function of the remaining liquid in the metal bottle, he planned to test it on mammals such as rats and stray dogs.
After finishing the corresponding things,
Lumian pointed at the perverted corpse and said to Jenna, "Take a close look at his appearance, remember his look, and find someone to find out who he is. He should have an accomplice."
"good."
Janna walked quickly to the body and tried hard to remember the face.
After looking for a while, she thought of what happened just now, and anger surged in her heart. She raised her right leg and kicked the corpse hard in the crotch.
Once, once, and again!
"Shit, pervert, fuck your mother, fuck your whole family!" Janna vented her inner emotions.
Lumian felt a phantom pain as he watched. He lowered his head and cleaned up the traces left at the scene.
After Jana calmed down, he walked over with the large gray-white cloth bag, stuffed the body and clothes into it, and asked casually, "How did he catch you?"
Janna tidied up her loose brown hair and tied it into a simple ponytail.
She gritted her teeth again. "I ran into him in an alley next to Breeze Ballroom. He said he liked my singing and hoped I could sign an autograph for him. The piece of paper he handed over was sprinkled with that odorless gas. As soon as I signed, I felt something was wrong and lost some of my strength. "Then he attacked me, controlled me, and put the bottle in front of my nose. After that, I fainted."
"You are too careless, aren't you?" Lumian taunted.
Jannah was not convinced: "I have seen him several times when I was singing, and I am very sure that he really likes my singing, otherwise, I would ignore him.
"Besides, as a singer who is not yet famous, it is an honor to have someone ask for my autograph...
"That kind of gas has no smell." How can one guard against it
Lumian scoffed, "That's not what I meant."
"It's obvious that the gas will dissipate very quickly when applied to paper. It must be used within a very short period of time to be effective. In other words, that pervert has been following you for a long time and has basically figured out your movements. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to accurately block you in an alley with few people and fumigate the paper with the gas ten or twenty seconds in advance."
"You were followed for so long and you didn't notice?" Janna was silent for a moment, sometimes gritting her teeth, sometimes looking annoyed.
Lumian withdrew his gaze and chuckled: It's normal that he didn't notice it. That guy can distinguish the hormonal information of different people.
If Mr. Efe wasn't obviously weaker than the pervert just now and probably didn't have the ability to control lust, Lumian would have thought that he had exposed his identity as a "robber".
He tied up the gray cloth bag again, and used it to destroy all traces of the scene. Seeing this, Janna cooperated and did the corresponding work.
The level of treatment of the traces is quite high... Lumian glanced at Janna, put on the cloth bag with some suspicion, and walked out of the cave.
Based on this incident and the fact that Janna deliberately did not mention her abnormal behavior under the influence of that pervert, he believed that this "exaggerated woman" had a certain understanding of the extraordinary world, or even was one herself.
The source of her information or power is most likely the "Red Boots" Franca from the Savoy Party.
After lighting the calcium carbide lamp where Yu Gang had been hiding and holding it in his hand, Lumian looked back into the depths of the road.
It was trending downwards, there was no light at all in the distance, nothing could be seen.
The darkness was like a huge mouth waiting for its prey to pass by and swallow them up.
"What are you looking at?" Janna asked curiously.
She felt that this man named Charles was acting mysterious.
Lumian stopped staring and smiled, “I was wondering, where will we end up if we keep going down like this, Trier in the Fourth Epoch?”
What he was really thinking was: the ability of the pervert just now was very similar to that of Mr. Efe. If the two were accomplices, then when he chose the crime scene in the underground world, would he habitually and subconsciously stay close to places he was familiar with, which was Mr. Efe's destination when he entered the underground that night
If that's the case, maybe we can find something if we continue exploring along this path.
Janet said disappointedly, "That's not a good place."
Lumian said nothing more and walked back to the ground along the same path he came from. Janna, thinking about her own things, followed silently from the side, holding the calcium carbide lamp left behind by the pervert.
When they were almost at the floor that roughly replicated the ground layout, Lumian stopped and said with a disgusting smile, "Do you need me to help you get to the ground?"
"You're not going back?" Janna was quite surprised.
Lumian moved his shoulders. “I need to find a place to dispose of this body.”
Janna nodded without asking any more questions: "I can go by myself. I've been underground before."
Meaning, he has the ability to protect himself? Lumian watched Jana leave lightly, and sighed in his heart: Is Trier a human or a dog with extraordinary abilities
Is there something wrong with Trier, or is there something wrong with me that I always meet similar people
He shook his head, carried the body on his back, and walked towards the quarry cave where he prayed for the "Gift" while cleaning the footprints.
On the way, he did two counter-tracking to confirm that no one was following him.
After arriving at the quarry cave hidden underground, Lumian threw the gray cloth bag containing the corpse aside and set up the altar.
He had originally planned to go to the morgue of the nearest hospital at night to look for fresh corpses, but now he has a better choice!
After setting up the altar, lighting the candles, and creating the "Spiritual Wall", Lumian took out the parchment paper with the corresponding symbols drawn on it in advance.
The main body of the patterns is a circle of thorns, surrounded by patterns such as eyes, curves, and self-entwined rivers composed of symbols.
In Room 207, Lumian consumed a lot of his spiritual energy just to sketch them.
After placing the imitation parchment, Lumian took two steps back, looked at the two lit candles, and began to formulate the next spell to be used.
In this ritual, the self-prayer cannot be in the format of "I! In my name". You have to design a three-part description for yourself and pretend that it is a creature from the spirit world.
This can be done with any phrase, without requiring authority, as long as it can be accurately positioned within the "spiritual wall."
Lumian opened his mouth and whispered in Hermetic: "The King of Pranks in Cordu Village, Auror Lee's younger brother, a being named Lumian Lee..."