After eating a dinner of lamb chops grilled in tin foil, scrambled eggs, pigeon with minced onions, and jam tarts, Lumian wiped his mouth with a napkin, stood up, and walked to one of the balconies of the cafe.
Go up and look out at the market avenue that has entered the night.
The gas street lamps emitted a slightly hazy yellowish light, illuminating the road for carriages and pedestrians on the road.
At this time, people came one after another into the Breeze Dance Hall to join the carnival.
Frankly speaking, Lumian prefers drinking in the basement bar of the Golden Rooster Hotel than here, which can make him relax and feel more happy.
In his opinion, the guests at the Breeze Ballroom were too indulgent. They either didn't care about their family's situation or their own future. They just wanted to indulge in alcohol, beauty, dancing and yelling, while the regulars in the basement bar were mostly
Some of them are tenants of the Golden Rooster Hotel. They often don't come back until nine or ten o'clock, and they have to go to bed before 1 o'clock in the morning. They go to drink, sing, brag, and dance around, mainly to seize the short two or three hours to give
Make yourself a little happy.
Only in this way can they have the courage to face the heavy work of the next day and look forward to the new day.
It's like a kerosene lamp that must be refueled regularly to continue to emit light.
Lumian looked down Market Avenue for a few minutes and suddenly saw a familiar figure.
Charlie, with a formal jacket hanging on his arm and a white shirt and blue vest, was scuffling with people on the street.
"You've made your mark..." Lumian smiled and said with emotion, using a word that has only become popular in recent years.
He held the balcony with his right hand, jumped lightly, jumped from the second floor to the edge of Market Avenue, and arrived at the scene where Charlie was fighting with someone in a few steps.
He did not stop or help Charlie, but watched the excitement with interest.
The person who was wrestling with Charlie was a thin man with brown skin. He was not too old, only about 24 or 25 years old.
He has deep-set eye sockets, dark eyes, thick lips, and slightly curly black hair. He is of typical Misty Sea Islands origin, but compared to his compatriots, he has a fairly decent appearance.
"Liar! You damn liar!" Charlie scolded angrily as he struggled.
The archipelago man was wearing a blue shirt and had a pen in his breast pocket. He dodged and explained: "I don't want that to happen, I was cheated too!" "Shit!" Charlie kicked him.
The foot failed to hit.
The two struggled in an amateurish way until they were out of breath, slowed down and stopped almost simultaneously.
Only then did Charlie realize that Lumian was standing next to him, looking at him with a smile. "Char, he is Monet! That liar! The liar who defrauded me of 10 Firkin and almost made me starve to death."
!" Charlie's face was filled with joy, and he couldn't wait to explain the identity of the people on the opposite island, "Praise the sun for allowing me to meet him today!
The Islander whom Charlie thought deserved death? Lumian laughed: "You are also at fault for this matter. Don't you remember that sentence? Never trust the Islanders."
"I thought he and I were friends," Charlie muttered in frustration.
How do you manage to be so innocent and easy to deceive? You are obviously good at pranks... People like you can easily be tricked into bed by people with malicious intentions, and you still can't get the love or money you want, uh,
Already deceived... Lumian cursed a few times and turned his attention to the Islander named Monet.
Monit showed a flattering smile: "I really wanted to help Charlie find a job, but I was also cheated and lost all my money.
"I was embarrassed to face Charlie, so I secretly moved away from the Golden Rooster Hotel."
While explaining, he took out a stack of banknotes from his trouser pocket, counted three 5-Ferkin denominations, and handed them to Charlie: "I came back to the market area this time just to find you and return your money to you, and,
Interest.
After Charlie confirmed the authenticity of the three banknotes by the light of the street lamp, his mood softened and he asked curiously: "You will also be cheated?"
From the time he met Monit until he moved away, Charlie had only seen this guy cheating other people, but he had never seen him suffer a loss. He was worthy of his identity as an Islander.
Monit smiled and said: "Not only was I cheated, I was cheated twice." The first time, I met a group of people who said that the 'different' dance hall in the Observatory District wanted to expand its business and took out
I bought a part of the equity and let people subscribe for it. Each small share only costs 200 Firkin.
"You should all know how profitable the dance hall is. I couldn't help it and spent all my savings, but the stock subscription certificate I got turned out to be fake!
"I went to argue with that group and was deceived a second time."
Fitz, a bankrupt businessman who lives in Room 401 of the Golden Rooster Hotel, was defrauded of 100,000 Filkin by Timmons, the owner of the "Different" Cabaret. He wanted to find Lumian to help him get it back, but Lu Mian wanted to get it back.
Mian made an on-site investigation and asked several people. He felt that the rules of the dance hall were very strange, and he had strong enough connections. He seemed to have good abilities, so he gave up the commission.
Now, he met another victim of the "different" dance hall.
"You have been deceived by them once, why can you be deceived a second time?" Charlie felt that he would not be so stupid.
Monit coughed twice: They told me directly that they were a group of scammers and could not return my money. They also said that calling the police was useless. They asked me if I would follow because of my talent.
They learn to cheat and then make back the money they were defrauded.
"In the end, they taught me everything I knew, but they just gave me something extra." "What thing?" Charlie was always curious.
The next second, Monit took out a transparent monocle from his trouser pocket on the other side.
Then, he naturally clamped it into the socket of his right eye.
For some reason, after Monit put on the monocle, Lumian felt that his whole body had undergone some indescribable subtle changes, just like an "actor" performing another role.
Monet, who wore a monocle on his right eye, raised the corners of his mouth slightly. He first glanced at Charlie, then at Lumian, his eyes falling from his face to his chest and his hands.
Lumian was inexplicably nervous, but he had no premonition of danger. Monit smiled and said, "Are you the Charles who invented that fool's instrument?"
"Yes." Lumian did not deny it, but quietly became more vigilant. Monit pinched the monocle on his right eye: "You are very good at playing pranks." Do you want this monocle? For me, it's
It's of no use, so why not exchange it for cash, and you can use it to disguise yourself as someone from a 'different' dance club and go there to make more money.
Do you think I look like a fool? Lumian rejected Monit's proposal without hesitation: "I don't have the hobby of wearing a monocle.
He has always been puzzled by the strange rules of the "different" dance hall, and has the most basic sense of caution.
Monit withdrew his gaze with a slight regret, took off his monocle, and said to Charlie: "I have given you the money and interest. If you have anything in the future, come to me at the "Different" Cabaret." Charlie said disdainfully
He said "heh".
He still suspected that Monit had the mentality to defraud him of money.
After the Islander left Market Avenue, Lumian turned his head and glanced at Charlie: "Remember to keep your distance from the guy just now, otherwise he may bring you a similar experience to Susanna Matisse."
The second half of this sentence was meant to deceive Charlie, mainly to scare him so that he would not take the advice to heart.
Charlie was instantly frightened and didn't care to ask why. He nodded hurriedly and said: "Okay, okay!
At midnight, Lumian and Jenna, who was wearing a red dress with sequins, left the Breeze Ballroom and walked towards Coat Street.
Jian Na didn't ask why he dropped in, and after being silent for a while, she said, "Have you ever felt that nothing mattered, and you were completely confused and unmotivated?"
"Definitely." Lumian looked at the street ahead and replied casually, "This requires you to rediscover the meaning of life and figure out what you really want to do.
Jian Na was silent again, and then asked after a while: "Have you ever had that experience? Something illusory inside your body suddenly shattered, and a mysterious starry sky seemed to appear around you, with stars of all sizes shining brightly.
"
"No." Lumian thought for a few seconds and said.
He had experienced the feeling of illusory things suddenly shattering, every time the potion was completely digested, but he had no idea about the mysterious starry sky or the stars, large and small.
Jian Na didn't say anything anymore. She didn't know whether she was thinking about what this phenomenon meant or other issues.
Not long after, the two arrived at Apartment 601, No. 3, White Coat Street. Franka had already returned and watched the two of them enter side by side with vigilance.
Before she could ask, Jian Na brought up the matter of "illusory things being shattered and the mysterious starry sky appearing".
Franka was startled for a moment, and then said happily: "Your "Assassin" potion has been digested!"
"Assassinating a member of Congress in public, under heavy protection, can really help you digest the magic potion."
"Is this a sign of the digestion of the potion?" Lumian did not hide his surprise and confusion: Why do I only have the first half and not the second half?
Franka looked at him suspiciously: "You haven't experienced it? How did you get promoted?"
The seal on my body not only sealed Termipolos, but also sealed some of my mystical perceptions? Yes, the seal is on my body, it can't have no impact at all. Lumian probably made a guess, and said casually
: “It’s not that obvious.
Franka, who was more concerned about her female companion, raised no objection and curiously asked Jenna: "You should have summarized the rules of acting, right?"
"Code of play?" Janna recalled, "After the assassination, I understood a lot of truths. Well, assassination is a matter of putting one's own life on the scale. Assassination is the final punishment for those criminals.
Disaster.
After a heated exchange of "acting methods" and acting rules with Jenna for a while, Franka remembered that Lumian was also there.
"What's the matter with you?" She looked at her male companion who had sat on the sofa. Lumian glanced at Jenna, indicating that they needed to communicate in private.
Jenna understood instantly, and entered the guest bedroom on the pretext of changing clothes. Then Lumian lowered his voice and asked Franka: What kind of person do you think 'Hela' is?