Jenna thought for two seconds, curled her lips, and followed Lumian.
She wanted to confirm the guy's final whereabouts and see if he really went back to the Golden Rooster Hotel to sleep. Otherwise, given his current state, she really didn't know what would happen.
Lumian ignored Jenna's presence and slowly walked back to the Golden Rooster Hotel.
At this time, the door of the hotel was locked. Instead of climbing into the water pipe, he took out half of the iron wire he carried with him, inserted it into the brass-colored keyhole, and fiddled with it a few times.
The door opened back, and it was dark inside, with only a little light coming from the steps leading to the basement bar.
Lumian took a look and chose that direction.
"Fuck, didn't you say go to bed?" Jian Na cursed secretly, sighed, and followed her into the basement bar of the Golden Rooster Hotel.
There weren't many people in the bar anymore. Two or three drunk guys each occupied a small round table and howled from time to time, but they didn't have much energy.
The only customer at the bar is Lumian's neighbor, the playwright Gabriel who lives in room 206.
He was wearing a linen shirt that had been washed until it turned white, a pair of brown trousers, larger black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his hair was messy and greasy.
"Are you still drinking so late?" Lumian sat next to Gabriel, and his eyes fell on the glass of green absinthe with a psychedelic luster in his hand.
A little bit back to normal? Jenna looked at Lumian and felt that his condition was not as bad as before.
She covered her mouth and yawned, pulled up a high stool and sat down, deciding to observe for another two-quarters of an hour.
Gabriel smiled bitterly and said: "I just finished writing a manuscript, so I came down to have a drink."
"Are all you writers the same? You like to be busy at night and sleep during the day?" Lumian knocked on the bar table and ordered a glass of absinthe.
Gabriel hesitated and said: "Many writers are like this. Quiet nights can give us more inspiration." But it's not because of this that I stay up late. I have to go to various theaters during the day to try to get a manager to read my book.
Script, choose to accept.
"I went to the Renaissance Theater in Memorial Parish today. Their manager, Nathan Lopp, is known as the operator who knows the most about theater and is most likely to see the value of my script. However, he refused to see me, no matter where I was.
I couldn't see him either in his office or in the apartment where he lived."
When she heard the words theater, manager, etc., Jian Na took a breath silently, feeling vaguely afraid.
Many of the people around her were followers of the evil god, and this incident left a certain psychological shadow on her.
More importantly, those guys' abilities were disgusting and twisted, which made her reject them from the bottom of her heart.
Lumian picked up the absinthe pushed over by Pavard Nissen, the bartender and bartender, and took a sip: "Do you know where the theater manager lives?"
"Yes, I have followed other playwrights to visit him in his apartment before. He is not married yet and often changes mistresses." Gabriel said naggingly.
Lumian smiled: "I have a way to get that guy to read your script, but I can't guarantee whether he will take over."
"Really?" Gabriel was surprised, happy and suspicious.
Is there any way? Jian Na looked confused.
Lumian drank the glass of absinthe in one sip, stood up and said, "Go now and bring your script."
"..." Gabriel had never seen such an activist before. It was already midnight.
With the mentality that there was no hope anyway, he might as well give it a try, drank the remaining absinthe, and returned to the second floor to get the script of the three-act play.
At the door of the Golden Rooster Hotel, Jian Na looked at Lumian with confusion and curiosity: "Do you really have a way?"
Lumian sneered: "You don't have to believe it."
"Huh." Jenna expressed her disdain. She was not sure whether this was a sign of poor condition, and she was a little curious, so she planned to follow him and have a look to prevent Charles from doing too much.
Not long after, Gabriel returned to the first floor. He put on cleaner and more decent formal clothes and tied a red bow tie.
"Address." Lumian asked calmly.
"Room 702, Apartment 15, Defoe Street, Memorial District." Gabriel looked at the chaotic street with almost no street lights and only saw a few drunkards and people wandering around.
He tried to ask: "Shall we walk over?"
At this time, there are no public carriages, and the Memorial Hall area and the market area are close to each other.
Lumian ignored him and walked slowly to Market Avenue, stopped in front of a four-wheeled two-seater taxi that operated late at night, and said to the driver who belonged to the Imperial Carriage Company: "Go to Memorial Hall District."
No. 15 Fu Street.”
The coachman, who was wearing a waxed hat and a blue dress with yellow buttons, looked at Lumian and the three of them and said, "Two ferkin."
In Trier, if you take a taxi during the day, the price is 25 ferkin for a journey less than one hour, and 75 ferkin per hour for more than one hour. After midnight and before 6 o'clock in the morning, the short distance is 2 ferkin.
The distance is 5 ferkin per hour.
Lumian didn't say anything, but took out two silver coins worth 1 filg and threw them to the coachman.
He did not give in. He got on the carriage and directly occupied a seat.
This made Gabriel very embarrassed. He didn't know whether he should behave like a gentleman and squeeze in with Charles, or let the female singer Jenna make her own choice.
In the end, Jenna, knowing that she had not been invited, sat down next to Lumian and tried her best to squeeze out a seat.
The taxi started and drove towards the memorial hall area.
Lumian remained silent during the journey, making it difficult for Gabriel to ask him what he could do, and the atmosphere in the carriage was slightly awkward.
Jenna was used to Lumian's state tonight, so she simply let go of her focus and thought about her own affairs.
After an unknown amount of time, the taxi stopped at the downstairs of No. 15 Defoe Street.
Lumian went straight to the apartment. As soon as he entered the lobby, he was blocked by the doorman.
"Which floor and which room do you live in?" the doorman asked dutifully, "If you are not a resident here, you need..."
Before he finished speaking, his head was suddenly pressed against by something cold.
Lumian pulled out the revolver from his armpit and pressed the muzzle of the gun to the doorman's forehead.
"What do you want to do?" The nearly fifty-year-old doorman stammered.
Gabriel was dumbfounded and began to wonder if Ciel really had a solution.
Jian Na was amused and looking forward to the next development. Seeing that Lumian didn't answer, she drove the doorman to the corner of the lobby, tied his hands and feet with the ropes and other things he brought with him, and blocked his mouth.
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After doing all this, Lumian closed the apartment door, locked it, and went up the stairs.
Gabriel woke up from a dream, chased after him, and asked urgently: "Is there really no problem with this?"
"What do you think?" Lumian raised the corners of his mouth and responded with a smile.
Gabriel choked for a moment, not knowing what to say. He hesitated whether to give up and let Renaissance Theater manager Nathan Lopp read his script.
If I say no, and go back now, will Charles be very angry and give me a shot? He is the gang leader. Gabriel opened his mouth, but could not say any words to dissuade him.
Soon, the three of them reached the top floor and stopped outside the door of Room 702.
Gabriel, who was about to knock on the door, saw Lumian take out half of the wire and open the vermilion wooden door neatly.
"..." Gabriel was completely confused about Lumian's thinking.
Seeing this, Jian Na quickly took off her light-colored shawl and covered her face with it, leaving only her forehead and eyes exposed.
She suspected that Charles was going to do something next, and in order not to be implicated by him, it was best to put on some disguise, at least so that no one could remember what she looked like.
Lumian walked into the living room filled with crimson moonlight, took out a bandage and wrapped it around his face, leaving only his eyes and nostrils.
Although Gabriel didn't understand why Jenna and Charles wanted to cover their faces, he instinctively found a cloth and covered the lower half of his face.
Lumian, who had wrapped the white bandage, looked around, walked straight to the master bedroom, turned the handle, and pushed open the door.
The crimson moonlight that filled the living room poured in, illuminating the two people lying on the bed.
They were a man and a woman. The man had shaggy black hair and was probably in his early forties, with a thin face and a high nose bridge. The woman had slightly curly blond hair and looked about twenty years old, with smooth skin and beautiful contours.
They all appeared to be naked and covered with thin velvet quilts.
"Is he the theater manager?" Lumian couldn't control his voice at all.
Gabriel felt as if he was dreaming: "Yes, it's him."
Lumian immediately walked towards the big bed, and Nathan Lopp, the manager of the Renaissance Theater, faintly woke up when he heard the noise.
Before he could open his eyes, Lumian grabbed his shoulders and lifted him up.
Nathan Lopp suddenly woke up, and a head covered with white bandages was reflected in his eyes.
This frightened him so much that his heart seemed to have stopped beating, and he completely forgot to shout or question.
The next second, a revolver was pressed against his head.
When passing by Jenna, Lumian glanced sideways at the big bed behind him and whispered: "Watch that woman."
Jenna was quite confused about the current situation, but this did not prevent her from becoming excited.
She quickly squatted down, pulled out her revolver, aimed at the blonde who had just woken up, and said "coldly": "I don't want to hear any noise."
The blonde girl hugged the quilt fiercely and shivered on the bed.
Lumian made Nathanlop sit in the easy chair, and tied his hands and feet with clothes thrown on the sofa and on the floor, and fixed him there.
Gabriel followed blankly, watching blankly, and a thought suddenly popped into his head: "Are we here to rob Nathan Lope, or are we here to let him read my script?
After Jenna brought the blonde who had put on her nightgown into the living room, Lumian, who lit the crystal chandelier, took a few steps back, took the revolver, and sat on the couch opposite the easy chair.
Nathanlop seemed to have just woken up and said urgently: "How much do you want? I'll give it to you, all of it. There are 1,100 Filkin here in total, and a diamond necklace. I'll give it to you, as long as you don't hurt me."
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Lumian, whose face was covered with bandages, turned his head and said to Gabriel: "Read it."
"What are you reading?" Gabrielle responded blankly.
Lumian laughed: "Read your script, Mr. Nathanlop is waiting to hear it."
This...Gabriel was completely dumbfounded.
Is this how I got Nathan Lope to read my script? Is this how a normal person would think?
Not only did Gabrielle have such an idea, but Jenna couldn't help but move her mouth.
Ciel's mental state is indeed not normal. Will this really not lead to the playwright being sent to the police station?
Fortunately I covered my face.
With a similar sense of joy, Gabriel walked up to Nathan Lopp tremblingly, took out the script, and read it out line by line, as if he too was forced to do nothing.
Nathan Lopp listened in confusion, wondering if he was having an extremely absurd dream: while he was sleeping, a masked man broke into his home and tied him to a chair, just to make me listen to the script?
After listening for a while, he, who has a strong professional instinct, gradually entered the state and became more and more focused.
When the main dialogue of the first act was over, Nathan Lope interrupted Gabriel: "Who wrote this?"
"Me." Gabrielle answered subconsciously.
Nathan Lopp said in a deep voice: "Bring it to my office at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning and we will sign the contract."
"Okay, okay." Gabriel was surprised, happy and scared. Will he really not encounter the police when he arrives at the Renaissance Theater tomorrow?
Lumian suddenly laughed, stood up, picked up the revolver, and walked towards the door.
Jenna and Gabrielle followed him closely, allowing the blonde to untie Nathan Lope's body.
On the way down the stairs, Jenna smiled and said to Gabriel: "Mr. Playwright, your script is really great, the lines are very touching, what is its name?"
"It's called "The Man Who Chases the Light." Gabriel didn't understand why an underground singer was so interested in the script, so he just replied instinctively.
Jenna quickened her pace, chased after Lumian, and said in a lowered voice: "Is this your method? Aren't you afraid that the theater manager is also a believer of the evil god?"
In her mind now, all theaters may have problems.
While taking off the bandage, Lumian replied expressionlessly: "That's just the time for a fight."
I knew it... Jenna muttered silently.
After recovering ropes and other items from the doorman, the three of them took a taxi and returned to the Golden Rooster Hotel.
After Gabriel thanked him and returned to the room with worry and joy, Jenna watched Charles wash up, lay down on the bed, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She helped draw the curtains, carefully closed the wooden door, and left the Golden Rooster Hotel.
In the near-lightless darkness, Lumian closed his eyes and remained motionless.