"How is it, do you know him?" Franka turned her head to look at the silent Lumian.
Lumian withdrew his gaze from the gradually blurry mirror and replied in a low voice, "Hugues. I met him in his campaign team."
Franka frowned, put away her makeup mirror and asked, "What on earth happened?"
Lumian recounted the story of Rule and Michelle and his wife, and concluded by saying, "This man is very problematic."
Franca said with a sigh: "He's so miserable that he has to become a scavenger, why does he still encounter such a thing." She then sneered: "Hugues Artois has been regarded as a sufficiently open-minded person by Ms. Yue, so I wouldn't be surprised if there are some weird guys around him." Having said this, Franca paused, looked at Lumian and said: "Hugues Artois is a member of Congress now, and he will not lack protection either openly or secretly. If we do something to him or the people around him, it will be easy to be traced, and the consequences will be very serious.
"Let's leave this matter to the official Beyonders to conduct follow-up investigations. I can't guarantee anything else, but at least the Purifiers of the Inquisition and the members of the Mechanical Heart will not turn a blind eye to such things. They will definitely find a way to find out the truth of the matter and the situation of the target."
Lumian nodded slowly and asked, "Which pathway and sequence could it be? A mouthful of spit can infect a person with such a deadly disease."
On his way from the Golden Rooster Hotel to White Coat Street, he carefully recalled the low-sequence information of the twenty-two divine pathways recorded in Auror's witchcraft notes, and found that none of them matched the current situation.
Franka thought about it seriously and said, "My understanding of the twenty-two divine paths is similar to your sister's. It's just that I have a deeper understanding of some aspects. I can think of only one sequence that meets the requirements, but it is of a higher status and is limited to females, which is inconsistent with the target's situation." Since we have both encountered the Great Mother and the Scroller of the Mother Tree of Desire, why can't the target be someone who has received the gift of another evil god
“Haha, if the belief in evil gods is really involved, the Beyonders from the two major churches will definitely work harder.
"Well, the circumstances of Ruhl's death are very unique. As long as the police who come to investigate the scene are not blind, they will quickly report it to their superiors and let those who can handle it handle it."
Lumian hummed, his expression softening a little.
After saying goodbye to Franca, he returned to the Golden Rooster Inn.
As she passed the front desk, Mrs. Firth stood up and said in a slightly fearful and flattering tone, "Good morning, Mr. Charles."
A few days ago, the police informed her that Mr. Efe believed in a cult and had become a wanted criminal. They asked her to use the rental income during this period to pay for various expenses, maintain the normal operation of the hotel, and keep good accounts. After the election, they will deal with the future of the Golden Rooster Hotel as soon as possible.
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The smells mixed together, spreading in the increasingly bright light.
Lumian stared for more than ten seconds, then slowly turned around and left.
It was almost eight o'clock when the two policemen from last time were notified and arrived at the Golden Rooster Hotel. They saw Lumian, who had disguised himself with the "secret glasses".
"Why is there another death?" the policeman who had questioned Lumian before asked unhappily.
His face has deep lines, but his features are not good-looking, and he looks a little old.
Lumian replied calmly, "One died of illness. I'm not a doctor, so I can't save him."
"What about the other one?" the policeman asked.
Lumian said calmly, "He was struck and hanged himself."
The old-looking policeman frowned and went into room 302 with his companion.
The first thing he saw was Mrs. Michelle's body hanging from the window frame, and he instinctively covered his nose.
It's so dirty and smelly here!
Then, his eyes swept over Ruhl's body and saw the festering, pus-oozing skin and flesh.
"Damn, this is called being sick?" He couldn't help but turn his head and look at Lumian with a look of shock and fear.
Lumian briefly described what happened last night, but he didn't mention that when Rule was at the Roblin Clinic, his condition had already worsened, and he was saved only because he drank half a bottle of "healing potion", and attributed the credit to the antipyretic potion from Fool Pharmaceuticals.
He also talked about how he suspected the garbage that the Rule couple collected last night contained a source of infection, which was why he made them sleep in room 307. He also talked about how Mrs. Michelle mentioned there was a silk handkerchief in the bathroom.
The two policemen became more silent as they listened, and their expressions looked a little strange.
When Lumian finished speaking, they quickly went to the bathroom to confirm the existence of the silk handkerchief.
The old-looking policeman glanced at Charles outside and said to his companion in a low voice, "Another occult incident. You stay here and watch the scene. I will report the matter."
The other policeman nodded: "No problem." Lumian watched them divide the work and waited patiently for the official Beyonders to arrive.
In less than a quarter of an hour, the old-looking policeman returned to the Golden Rooster Hotel.
He is the only one there.
What about the official Beyonders? Lumian's eyes widened slightly.
The old-looking policeman avoided Lumian and pulled his companion to the end of the corridor, where they began to communicate in whispers.
Lumian was quite far away, and although he tried hard to listen, he still couldn't make out what was being said.
After a while, the old-looking policeman walked up to Lumian and said in a serious tone, "Preliminary confirmation is that he died of illness and committed suicide."
No more investigation? Lumian's eyebrows twitched slightly.
The policeman repeated what he had said when he took away Flemish's body, put on gloves, put the silk handkerchief into a cloth bag and tied it tightly.
Lumian watched in silence as they put down the body, wrapped Ruel, and put him into a body bag, his mind filled with all sorts of thoughts: "With this kind of death, the official Beyonders think there's nothing wrong and don't need to investigate?" Or, the police officer didn't report the matter, so the official Beyonders don't know about it yet
"Did someone stop him and tell him to treat this as a normal death case with no criminal involvement
As his thoughts settled, Lumian quietly followed the police as they carried the two bodies onto the freight wagon.
He followed them from a distance, sniffing the lingering stench of Rule and Michel, all the way to the door of the Market District Police Headquarters.
Looking at the gate where uniformed police officers occasionally came in and out, Lumian frowned slightly.
He initially suspected that it was a senior officer in the Police Headquarters who stopped the two policemen, but he could not further confirm who it was.
Even if he followed up at the police headquarters, given the environment there and his identity, it would be impossible for him to track them all the way to the corresponding office. And if he observed from the outside, he would have no way of knowing which person who walked out of the door had a problem.
Lumian once again pondered the direction of his investigation: "Find Franka
By divination
"But there is absolutely no intermediary." Thinking about it another way, why did the police officer stop the investigation? Did he know that someone would be involved, or did someone already alert him to similar things in advance
"If it's the latter, then it's most likely someone with real power in the congressman's office."
Lumian's heart moved, and he left the entrance of the police headquarters and quickly walked to the four-story khaki building where the congressman's office in the market area was located.
He squatted at the entrance of the alley across the street, hanging out with a group of homeless people.
Soon he saw a police officer.
The police officer was plump, in his early forties, with brown hair and blue eyes. On his black shoulder straps were three-petaled silver-white fleur-de-lis.
This stands for Chief Inspector, one rank below Superintendent.
Watching the chief inspector turn into the congressman's office, Lumian curled up the corners of his mouth and revealed a slight smile.
The second floor of the khaki four-story building.
Tybalt, with a pale face and curly blond hair, entered the office of the councillor's secretary.
The secretary was in his thirties, with neatly combed black hair and blue eyes blocked by gold-rimmed glasses. He had regular features and a gentle temperament.
He looked at Tybalt who was coughing intermittently, threw out a cloth bag, and said with a cold expression: "Your handkerchief is found."
Tybalt, who had dark blond curly hair and was dressed in a black suit, smiled and said, "It will be quick."
"Asshole." The congressman's secretary cursed, "Don't you know that your sputum can infect others with diseases? Aren't you afraid that the people from the two major churches will find out?"
Tybalt's brown eyes were indifferent, and he said nonchalantly, "At most two or three untouchables will die, and no one will care about them.
"I've been sick long enough, and I haven't received any new gifts. This makes me very irritated and I want to kill someone." The congressman's secretary looked at him for a few seconds and rebuked him in a deep voice: "If I hadn't taken precautions in advance, the Purifiers would have come to you." It doesn't matter if you die, don't affect us.
"Tybalt, there won't be a next time."
Tybalt shrugged his shoulders to show that he accepted the criticism.