“Why did I have such a dream? It was just like the real thing…” Lumian calmed down and checked his body, but found nothing unusual.
But in the dream just now, it was not much different from wearing the "secret glasses" again, and he saw more things.
After thinking for a while, Lumian suspected that after wearing the "Mystery-Seeing Glasses" three times in a row, some negative effects remained, and then he encountered the Breeze Ballroom, an environment where old bones were buried, so he had a certain understanding in his dream.
It seems like there's something wrong underground here...
Lumian sighed silently, got out of bed, put on his coat, and planned to sleep in another place to verify his speculation.
At this time, it was very late at night and there were no lights coming out of the Breeze Ballroom. He followed the shadows on the side of the road and returned to the Golden Rooster Hotel, whose doors were locked.
This did not pose a problem for Lumian. He did not try to knock on the door to wake up the bad-tempered Mrs. Firth. Instead, he went around to the side and climbed along the water pipe to the balcony on the second floor in Room 207. Lumian slept until six in the morning, with only two short dreams in between, which were all normal.
"It turns out that the old bones deep underground in the Breeze Ballroom triggered the remaining power of the Mystery-Seeing Glasses in my body..."
Lumian sat up, feeling both happy and a little disappointed.
He had originally planned to use the "secret-peek glasses" to create one to two sets of pictures with supernatural powers every day, and save them for possible future needs. But now it seems that the "secret-peek glasses" cannot be used too frequently, at least until all the previous negative effects have subsided before trying again. Otherwise, after a long time, some very horrible and strange things may happen, and eventually he will die strangely like the "lawyer" who left the glasses, leaving behind only a strange oil painting with a long-lasting abnormal effect.
"I'll go to Breeze Ballroom tonight and sleep there. I'll use that dream to determine if the negative effects are completely gone...
After that, you cannot wear it more than II times in a short period of time... These are the details that Mr. K did not mention. Well, you still have to use it yourself and experience it to understand it intuitively... Lumian got up energetically and went to the bathroom to finish washing up.
Today is Sunday and many tenants are resting. It is very quiet in the morning and there is almost no fighting over the bathroom.
Mrs. Firth would come up from time to time to check the water meters on each floor to see if anyone was wasting tap water.
The contract between the Golden Rooster Hotel and the Imperial Water Company was to supply no less than 250 litres and no more than 500 litres of water per day, at 100 filgins per year.
Lumien went to the cafe on White Coat Street and tried some special foods such as Sabre cookies and brioche bread, which looked like croissants but was softer. Then he found a place to exercise. When he returned to the Golden Cockerel Inn, he saw Charlie sitting on the steps outside the door in a linen shirt and black trousers, taking a bite of meat pie and drinking a sip of apple sour wine.
"So early?" Lumian asked with a smile.
The Breeze Ballroom closes at 12 a.m., and it's not even 8:30 in the morning yet.
Charlie didn't know for a moment, so he quickly got up and greeted the boss, getting along with him as usual. After hesitating for a moment, he stood up and smiled awkwardly, "If I sleep for a while longer, I'll have to get ready to go to the dance hall again."
I think it can't always be like this. There must be some time when I don't have to sleep or work, otherwise, I will feel that the Breeze Ballroom only opens at 10 am at the earliest.
"Do you feel like you don't have a life of your own, like you're just a machine used for work?" Lumian helped Charlie complete the rest of the sentence.
"Yeah!"
Charlie agreed, you are really cultured! Sometimes, you don't look like a gangster, er, not like the leader of the Savoy Party, but more like a civilized person.
If nothing unexpected happened, I should be studying at a university in the Memorial District now. In my spare time, I would go on adventures in the underground Trier with my classmates. Lumian's mood darkened, and he turned to concentrate and stared at Charlie.
This was his tool for seeing if and when the problem with Suzanne Matisse would flare up.
"You, what are you looking at?"
Charlie was a little panicked by being looked at. Did he see any problem? His fortune has been normal recently, relatively stable... Lumian was relieved, smiled and raised his right hand, waving behind Charlie: "Good morning, Susanna!"
Charlie turned around quickly, his eyes wide open, not missing any details. After a few seconds, he exhaled, half turned his body, forced a smile, and said to Lumian: "You are kidding again." That name has been his lingering nightmare recently.
"I'm training your mental endurance. This way, if something goes wrong again, you won't panic and be at a loss for solutions."
Lumian patted Charlie's shoulder earnestly.
It was almost half past nine when he returned to Breeze Dance Shop.
As soon as he entered the door, Louis and Sakota came up to him and said in unison: "Boss, something's up!"
“What’s the matter?” Lumian asked with a smile, as if he could not see the anxiety and uneasiness of his two subordinates.
Louis glanced at the stairs and lowered his voice and said, "Red Boots", "Giant", and "Mouse" are all here. Something serious must have happened.
"Every leader is here?" Lumian thought about what he had done recently and didn't find anything that offended any of the leaders of the Savoy Party.
He has been very well behaved these days! "Yes."
Louis nodded heavily.
Lumian went up to the second floor without a care in the world and saw Franka and the others.
Franka changed into a pair of darker red boots, and wore light-colored trousers and a dark-colored short skirt that was popular in Trier recently to match the trousers, and a more masculine formal suit on the outside.
She lifted her right leg and placed it on top of her left leg, smiling at Lumian who was walking towards her.
On her right was Baron Brinell, who was wearing a formal suit and a top hat. On her left was a man no more than 1.6 meters tall, with a thin face and a rat moustache. The man was wearing a dark brown short jacket, his hair was gray and black, quite thick, and his eyes were dark blue, with a hint of anxiety.
"Rat' Krystal."
Baron Brinell politely introduced Lumian.
He then pointed at a man opposite him and said, "Bloody Hand Black."
Blake has brown hair, blue eyes and a round face. He looks to be in his early thirties. He has a warm smile and does not look like a gang leader at all.
He was wearing more formal clothing, and his large hands with distinct joints held a slowly burning cigar.
"Good morning, everyone."
Lumian dragged over a chair with an armchair and sat about a meter away from the table, acting as if he was the master here.
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Giant. Simon glanced at him, took a puff of his cigarette and exhaled gray-blue smoke, saying, "Krystal is in some trouble and needs our help."
"What trouble?" Lumian turned his gaze to "Mouse" Christo, who was an important contributor to the huge profits of Breeze Ballroom.
Although the smuggled liquor he sold was definitely marked up, the fact that it was tax-free made it much cheaper than the liquor wholesale stores in Trier. Moreover, a large portion of what Christo sold was privately brewed liquor, which he labeled with more well-known brands and places of origin. Christo, who looked like a mouse, gritted his teeth and said, "I have a batch? The goods disappeared underground."
The delivery and escort people are also missing. Damn, my brother is also in there. His wife and children are crying in my house now! "Something happened in underground Trier? Smuggling is divided into people who carry the goods and people who provide force. Ostartrull said that he used to help people carry underground books. Well, underground Trier can't use carriages and other things, so it can only rely on people to carry... Lumian nodded slightly and asked, "What goods?" "A batch of red wine and brandy, and some black fish."
Rats. Kristo couldn't help but slam the table. "Damn it, I've walked that route many times and never had any problems before, and I've never encountered those hyenas. The hyenas are the quarry police who specialize in investigating smuggling business and are responsible for underground treatment."
Seeing that Lumian was a little confused, Baron Brinell casually explained: "Blackfish refers to the gun."
Among the five most profitable businesses of the mafia, the bootlegging industry chain is the second most profitable. The arms business makes the least money due to the small demand. The most profitable casino business is not that popular in the market area because people here do not have very high incomes and the money that can be squeezed out is quite limited. Compared to gambling which still requires thinking, those who have been busy all day would rather drink some cheap wine, twist their bodies and find a beautiful dancer to vent.
As for the trafficking of psychotropic drugs, the Trier Police Department cracks down on it severely.
After repeated warnings from the Market District Police Headquarters, there have been no similar incidents at the Breeze Dance Hall, but there are still a few occasional incidents at the Nightingale Street Dance Hall run by "Giant" Simon.
Lumian looked at "Mouse" Christo and asked, "Are there any suspects?" "No," Christo said in annoyance, "Damn it, that route is very hidden. No one in the market area knows about it except me and my people."
He paused and stated his purpose: "I would like you to help me find clues along that route, using the means you are best at."
I've walked around myself, but didn't find anything. Before Lumian could speak, he said, "Red boots." Franca nodded and said, "We will go in groups, so that if something happens on the ground, no one will take care of it."
"Well, I'm in a group with Charles, and I just happened to have something to talk to him about." Giant. Simon's eyes moved back and forth between Franca and Charles several times, and finally remembered that Charles was suspected of sleeping with Franca's mistress and cheating on her.
Taking the opportunity to cause trouble for Charles? Simon the Giant nodded slightly and said to Blake the Bloody Hand, "Let's form a team."
Baron Brinell then looked at "Mouse" Christo and said, "I'll go with you again."
After Baron Brinell and Simon the Giant finished their underground route and gained nothing, Lumian and Franka the Red Boots followed a smuggler into the underground Trier.