Lumian looked around in the dim light, but could not find Charlie.
This made his heart sink, and he quickly waved for Louis and Sakota to come over.
"Boss, what's the matter?" Louis asked anxiously.
He thought the boss was dissatisfied with the current situation in the ballroom.
Lumian's eyes swept over the waiter, who was wearing a vest and tie, and asked in a casual tone: "Where's Charlie? I have something to ask him about."
Lewis' eyes widened for a moment, and he blurted out in shock: "Boss, didn't Charlie follow you out just now?"
Me? Charlie followed me out? Lumian's penis suddenly shrank, as if it had received too strong light.
He asked in a deep voice: "When?"
Louis thought about it for a moment, looked at Lumian doubtfully and said, "Less than five minutes ago."
Lumian's eyes fell on Sakota and found that this taciturn and relatively more trustworthy subordinate also had a confused look on his face.
Five minutes ago? It has been more than half an hour since I went to White Coat Street. Moreover, the last time I left the dance hall, I was disguised as a drunkard. Charlie could not have left with me... Lumian quickly ruled out that Charlie was
The possibility of following you out of the ballroom without knowing it.
This is getting weirder!
Combined with Charlie's bright red and black luck, the probability of him being in danger is almost 100%!
Lumian suppressed the various thoughts that burst into his mind and said to Louis and Sakota: "Maybe someone is pretending to be me, but I don't know what he wants to do with Charlie."
"It's impossible..." Louis blurted out.
A few minutes ago, both he and Sarkota greeted the boss, it couldn't be fake!
Before Lewis finished speaking, Lumian gave him a cold look, immediately changed his stance, and muttered: "Maybe, maybe it's true or false."
Lumian did not dwell on this question and instead asked: "Did Charlie change his clothes when he walked out of the ballroom?"
According to the rules of Breeze Ballroom, each waiter, bartender, chef, and kitchen assistant can receive two sets of uniforms, but they cannot be taken out of the ballroom and can only be placed in the dressing room on the first floor.
This is caused by the cultural environment of the market area. Those bartenders and waiters may go bankrupt at any time because of gambling, alcoholism, illness, etc., or be forced to flee from this place. If they take their uniforms back home, they will definitely wear them before moving out.
Just take these things to a pawn shop and exchange them for cash, and we won't care whether Breeze Dance Hall belongs to a gang.
Similarly, cheap cafes in Trier where scavengers, coolies, vagabonds, and low-level workers often use tin tableware and fix them on the table with iron chains, leaving only a certain amount of space for movement to avoid being sneaked by customers.
Take it away, sell it.
Better cafes also have their own troubles. For the sake of decency, they tend to use silver tableware or porcelain tableware. However, some customers are not so respectable, so that after dinner every day, the boss has to count the tableware over and over again to see if there are any.
There was nothing missing, and I would repeatedly tell the waiter to pay attention to similar things.
"No." Louis answered Lumian's question with certainty.
He originally planned to stop Charlie from walking out of the ballroom wearing waiter's clothes, but because the other party left with the leader, he sensibly kept his mouth shut.
Most of the rules in the dance hall are for waiters, dancers, bartenders, chefs, thugs, cleaners, and even managers. The boss does not need to follow them!
Lumian nodded gently and said calmly: "You go and do other things."
After saying that, he walked to the dressing room near the kitchen area.
He suspected that Charlie's disappearance was related to Susanna Matisse!
There was no one in the small locker room. Lumian glanced twice and found the cabinet with Charlie's name on it.
"You responded very quickly. You know how to find a divination medium for me." Franka, who was wearing a black robe and a hood, appeared in front of Lumian and praised her.
"I'm not stupid." Lumian responded simply, took out half of the wire he carried with him, fiddled with it a few times, and opened the cabinet where Charlie kept his clothes.
Franka thought for two seconds, then reached out and took out Charlie's linen shirt.
She immediately used a broom placed outside the dressing room door to do divination.
"Charlie's current location..." Charlie's current location...
"..."
Franka held Charlie's clothes in her left hand, pressed the top of the broom with her right palm, and muttered something in her mouth.
Soon, she let go of her right hand, but the broom remained motionless and stood very still, as if it was still being supported by someone.
After several seconds, it fell down with a thud.
"Disturbed?" Lumian asked tentatively.
Franka shook her head slowly: "It's not like..."
She quickly walked to the full-length mirror in the dressing room, stretched out her hand and caressed the surface a few times.
Holding Charlie's clothes, she started a new round of divination.
After a few breaths, the mirror became dark, as if it was reflecting darkness.
The next second, two figures were outlined, walking in the yellowish light of the lake.
One of them is vaguely Charlie dressed as a waiter, and the back of the other one looks like Lumian.
Apart from that, nothing can be seen.
Franka looked at it for a few seconds and interpreted it in a firm tone: "They are underground!
"So the divination just now can't indicate the result. The broom can't jump up on its own and stand with its head down, right?"
Lumian nodded, turned and walked out of the dressing room, went upstairs to get a carbide lamp and other things that might come in handy later, and headed straight outside the ballroom.
He already has a rough guess!
Seeing this, Franka took out the fluorescent powder again and combined it with the spell to make herself invisible.
On the market avenue illuminated by the crimson moonlight and gas street lamps, Lumian walked quickly while looking for possible clues.
His destination was the entrance to the underground in the middle of Market Avenue.
In the illuminated areas surrounded by darkness, Lumian suddenly stopped.
He saw that the fence of the drainage ditch here had some signs of displacement, there were quite a few messy footprints on the roadside next to it, and there were signs of impact on the gas lamp pole near the height of an ordinary person's head.
"It was like a foot slipped, and while struggling to stabilize, I tripped over a gutter, and finally hit a street light... There should have been some blood stains, but they were taken care of..." Franka appeared again, according to
The situation at the scene made a preliminary restoration of the entire incident.
She said to herself slightly doubtfully: "It's a bit similar to the unfortunate thing I saw this morning..."
At this point, Franka suddenly realized: "That bad-luck fake Ev? Was he the one who took Charlie away?"
Lumian had already suspected it, but now he is even more certain: “If he can disguise himself as Mr. Ev, he can also disguise himself as me.
"This ability is quite powerful..."
At this time, all the details were roughly understood in his mind: Susanna Matisse was close to recovery, but she was worried that the official Beyonders were still monitoring Charlie, so she asked the fake Mr. Ev to disguise himself as Charles and use a mask that looked nothing unusual.
The method took Charlie away and took him underground. Once in Trier underground, it would be difficult for the official Beyonders to find them.
If you wait a little longer, maybe even the divination will be interfered with!
"You can't hide the official Beyonder from the official investigation in the first investigation even if you are not powerful." Franka replied, no longer hiding, and followed Lumian to the underground Trier entrance located in the middle of Market Avenue.
As the yellowish-blue light of the carbide lamp illuminated the stairs going down, Lumian found two pairs of footprints.
One of the pairs he was familiar with belonged to Charlie.
It can be seen from the footprints that Charlie was very afraid of going underground late at night and walked timidly, but in the end he chose to believe in "Ciel".
He has no immediate signs of being restricted.
"Idiot..." Lumian scolded the guy.
It's normal to not be able to tell whether it's false or true. After all, one is an extraordinary person and the other is an ordinary person, but they have walked side by side for a long distance, so why don't you find anything wrong from the exchange?
Am I, Lumian Li, so easy to disguise?
"Fortunately, there are footprints." Franka breathed a sigh of relief.
The simplified "divination stick method" is difficult to use underground, because it may point in the right direction, but it may not lead to a path. It requires a long circle and there is a risk of getting lost.
This "witch" did not bring any lighting tools, either because she was sure that she would not be separated from Lumian, or because she was not worried about the impact the darkness would have on her vision.
Lumian held the carbide lamp and walked up the stairs to the level with the names of streets and squares.
He was very fast, and sometimes he would already choose the direction before he noticed the footprints. It didn't take long for him to find the footprints of Charlie and the fake Ev again.
This made Franca confused for a while. After several times, she finally couldn't help but ask: "You seem to know where the fake Ev will go?"
"That pervert took this route after he knocked Jenna unconscious." Lumian replied calmly.
This is the most familiar and safest route for those people, and the fake Ev should be taking Charlie to meet Susanna Matisse - Susanna Matisse is likely to be at the end of this route!
Franka didn't say much, and used the surrounding darkness to semi-hide her figure, sometimes searching forward, sometimes guarding the back and sides.
After walking for a few minutes, Lumian and Franka stopped.
There seemed to have been some collapse here, with rubble everywhere, and the footprints became messy here, eventually pointing to a small hole blocked by a pile of rubble.
"The target encountered a slight landslide and was locked up here?" Franka hissed, "Isn't this too unlucky?"
She immediately looked at Lumian: "Where did you buy that bad luck charm? It's very effective, isn't it?"
"I'll buy one for you next time I meet you." Lumian wasn't sure if he would meet someone as unlucky as the homeless man recently.
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw pieces of gravel rolling down from the pile of stones blocking the entrance and exit of the cave, and fell to the ground with a thud.
Not long after, someone made a passage there, and a figure emerged cautiously.
He has blond hair with a hint of black, and a pair of bright light blue eyes. He looks quite good, and he is just like another Lumian.