Chaotic Street, "Golden Rooster Hotel", Room 207.
Lumian threw the crumpled newspaper in his hand onto the table and sat down beside the bed.
After sitting for a few seconds, he simply lay down, feeling a sense of exhaustion welling up from deep within his body, and a feeling that he could no longer hold on. Every day, only the physical and mental states were reset, not the soul.
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He was too lazy to even take off his clothes; he just kicked off his leather shoes and closed his eyes.
Lumian slept very soundly and did not have any dreams.
He was awakened by the smell of sulfur, and the setting sun was shining outside the window.
Looking sideways at the glass window tinged with a hint of golden red, Lumian muttered to himself in a self-deprecating tone:
"Have you slept for a whole day and night?"
Obviously, this is impossible because he wakes up automatically at six in the morning.
After seeing the report and venting his inner grief uncontrollably, Lumian felt that his emotions had stabilized a lot, but he was still a little depressed.
Of course, he also knew that sadness would not disappear, and neither would pain. It wouldn't be long before they would come back again. He could only try his best to adjust his mentality to face it and not let himself fall into the state of near collapse again.
As for a little bit of extremism, madness and self-destructive tendencies, he thinks they are inevitable as long as they are not serious.
"I'll have to undergo regular psychological treatment in the future. Otherwise, I'll go completely crazy before I complete my revenge and find a way to resurrect Auror." Lumian sighed and got out of bed.
Just then, Lumian discovered a problem.
This newspaper is from last week.
The newsboy sold him an out-of-date newspaper!
"Many times, it is not a good thing to completely suppress pain and despair in your heart. Humans need to vent and relieve stress..."
Suddenly, Lumian realized something:
It’s all part of therapy!
"Ms. Susie first pointed out that my mental state was not right and that I had a strong tendency to self-destruct. Then she used the hope of resurrecting Aurora as a preliminary guide. Finally, when I was indulging in the pain brought by this problem, she arranged for a newsboy to deliver the obituary published last week. The bloody facts broke my defenses and allowed me to vent the pain and despair suppressed deep in my heart..."
Lumian muttered to himself silently. After figuring it out, he was glad that he had met a very professional and capable "psychologist". Otherwise, it would have been difficult for him to struggle out of the previous mental quagmire.
Lumian's eyes moved casually and he saw a few bedbugs crawling into his room.
His sense of smell told him that sulfur was burning in the next room in an attempt to drive away the bedbugs, but most of the insects were afraid of his place and moved to another place.
Lumian couldn't help laughing when he thought about the first day he moved in, when he and his next-door neighbor "harmed" each other by trying to use sulfur to get bedbugs into each other's rooms.
He put on his leather shoes, walked out of the room and came outside 206.
—On the second floor of the Golden Rooster Hotel, in the alley behind the chaotic street is a bathroom connecting rooms 201 to 204. Opposite 204 is another bathroom, and in the opposite direction are rooms 205 to 208. There is a relatively large balcony on each side of the corridor, so except for the second floor, the third, fourth and fifth floors all have 10 rooms and two bathrooms.
"Who?" A slightly panicked voice came from inside.
"From 207 next door." Lumian replied with a smile, "I want to get to know my neighbors."
After a few seconds, the door creaked open, and a thin young man appeared in front of Lumian. He was less than 1.7 meters tall, wearing a washed-out linen shirt and black suspenders, with large black-framed glasses on his nose. His brown hair was messy and greasy, as if he hadn't washed it for several days, and his dark brown eyes revealed an undisguised defensiveness.
"What can I do for you?" the man asked.
Knock, knock, knock. Lumian bent his fingers and knocked on the door of room 206.
Lumian smiled and stretched out his right hand.
"I'll probably be living here for a long time, and I want to get to know the neighbors around me." "What's your name?"
The young man hesitated for a moment, but still stretched out his right palm and shook hands with Lumian. "Gabriel, what about you?"
“Ciel.” Lumian looked inside room 206 and asked with feigned curiosity, “Why are you lighting sulfur now? It’s evening now, we need to go out and find something to eat.”
Gabriel pushed his glasses and smiled bitterly:
"I'm a playwright and I'm trying to finish my manuscript overnight."
“Writer?” Lumian raised his hand and touched his chin.
He gave up the idea of playing a little prank on the other party to ease the strangeness between neighbors.
Gabriel stressed:
"Playwright, a writer who writes drama scripts for various theaters."
"That sounds great." Lumian praised sincerely, "I really admire people who can write stories. My idol is a writer."
Seeing the other person's sincere eyes, Gabriel felt a little embarrassed by the compliment.
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He scratched his already messy brown hair and sighed:
“This industry is not as good as you think. I spent a lot of effort on my script and thought it was not much worse than those classic plays, but no theater manager was willing to take a look at it.
"I've read a lot of biographies or interviews of writers, and most of them had experiences of being unappreciated and having to live in cheap hotels or small attics. I believe that one day you will find someone willing to read your scripts and eventually become a famous playwright."
Gabriel took off his glasses and rubbed his face:
"You are the second person who is willing to encourage me in such a long time. Others only laugh at my love of fantasy and unwillingness to face reality."
If you and Aurore didn't have similar professions, I would laugh at you like this and even more than they did...
Lumian muttered to himself and asked curiously, "Who was the first person to encourage you?"
"It's Miss Safari who lives in room 309." Gabriel looked up at the ceiling. "She's a mannequin. I haven't seen her for several days. She may have moved away."
The mannequin that the Rule couple mentioned? Lumian nodded and extended an invitation:
"Would you like to have a drink at the bar?"
Gabriel was tempted, but finally controlled himself: "Next time, I have to hand in the manuscript tomorrow."
"Okay." Lumian waved and walked back to his room.
After looking out the window at the noisy and bustling street scene, Lumian decided to find a restaurant, have a good meal, and taste Trier's cuisine.
Just then, he heard a sharp female voice upstairs:
"You bastard! You pig!
"Your mother and the devil gave birth to you..."
The cursing stopped abruptly, as if it was forcibly interrupted by someone.
Lumian had an idea and opened the window.
“You like women so much, why don’t you go find your mother
"… "
This time, Lumian clearly heard the sound coming from the 4th floor.
The Miss Ethanse who was forced to become an illegal prostitute? Lumien remembered Charlie's story.
This also means that the leader of the Sting Gang, Maggot, has come with his men to collect the money.
—In the Republic of Intis, there are two types of prostitutes. One is the officially registered ones, which are found in places like Wall Street and Breda Street. The other is illegal, does not have to pay taxes, and will be cracked down on. The number of prostitutes is ten or even twenty times that of the former.
After a brief pause, Lumian put on a dark suit and walked to between 202 and 203, where there was a staircase leading to the next floor.
He then took out the bottle of cheap perfume he had bought in Bigorre and planned to pour some on the wooden steps so that Maggot and his men would step on them as they passed.
—It is unknown when the next attack of the Montsouris ghost will come. Lumian hopes to find the prey as soon as possible and complete the exchange of fate.
After thinking for a few seconds, he gave up the idea of pouring the perfume directly and planned to make it look like an accident to avoid possible detection by extraordinary abilities.
Lumian unscrewed the lid slightly and pretended that his hand slipped and he couldn't hold the thick glass bottle firmly.
With a clang, the perfume bottle fell onto the bottom step, and some liquid naturally flowed out, along with a fragrance so strong that it was almost pungent.
Lumian squatted down with a "distressed" look, picked up the bottle and closed it again.
He wiped the leaking perfume with his palm again and kept applying it on himself.
Soon, most of the liquid was dried up, and the evening breeze from the balcony carried a rich scent.
Lumian then retreated back to room 207, leaned against the door frame, hid his body, and looked towards the stairs.
After more than ten minutes, footsteps were heard coming down from the upper floors.
At this time, the smell of perfume in the corridor had faded a lot.
Soon, four men appeared there, led by a tall and thin man.
His blond hair was cut very short, with every strand standing up. He had single eyelids, blue eyes, a high nose bridge, thin lips, and a few faint scars on his face.
The man who looked like Maggot was wearing a red shirt and a dark leather vest, with his hands in his sail-colored trousers, and he was walking down step by step.
There was a bulge on the left side of his waist, and his feet were wearing untied leather boots. Suddenly, the man frowned, jumped lightly, and skipped over the two flights of stairs stained with perfume and part of the corridor on the second floor.
The three men dressed as thugs who followed him did not notice anything unusual and stepped on the remaining traces of perfume.
Lumian's heart skipped a beat when he saw this scene.
"Maggert is very sensitive to smells and is very resistant to being tainted with unusual smells?"
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