Chapter 21 Tracking (Double last day for monthly votes)
Lumian is no stranger to Maggot's performance.
If it were him, he would do the same!
After contacting Aurore and mentioning that Extraordinaries of the "Hunter" pathway are relatively common in the Republic of Intis, Lumian initially suspected that Maggot was also an Extraordinary and that he was on the "Hunter" pathway, but he was not sure what sequence it was.
Several.
"The Sequence is too high to be a gang leader, unless it is needed for the role... If Maggot is really an Extraordinary of the 'Hunter' path, then he should not exceed Sequence 7, and, as an arsonist, his performance is
Insignificant, Liya and Valentine are only Sequence 7, and they can already be called elite investigators. Are they not as good as a high-level thug who is responsible for patrolling the territory, abducting women, and bullying prostitutes?
While Lumian muttered silently, he took two steps back, retracted his gaze, and stopped looking over there.
Although it was unlikely that Margot's rank would reach or even exceed Sequence 7, he still did not dare to be careless.
What if his sequence name is something like a villain and needs to be played this way?
If the Stinger Gang is not as simple as it appears, is it actually the tentacles of a secret organization or underground cult that has sufficient resources but tries its best to restrain itself from being too ostentatious to avoid being overtaken by the authorities?
The probability of these situations is very low, but for Lumian, who lacks intelligence and corresponding occult knowledge, he has to guard against it, because he cannot rule out options or determine how low the possibility is.
In the aisle on the second floor, a man wearing a red shirt and black waistcoat, who looked like Maggot, kept his hands in his pockets and glanced sideways at his three subordinates.
He frowned slightly, feeling dissatisfied and confused that they were smelling of unnecessary perfume.
He then turned his gaze to the ground and sniffed.
He smelled that the scent of perfume did not only exist at the top of the stairs, it extended unabashedly to room 207, and there were fresh marks on the bottom step that had been smashed by something that was not heavy but smaller.
In an instant, the man suspected of being Maggot reconstructed what had happened previously in his mind based on the various information he had collected from the environment; the resident in Room 207 might have gone to the bloodbath, or visited a neighbor.
On the way back to his or her room, he or she planned to spray the perfume, but failed to hold it properly and dropped the bottle on the stairs. After that, he or she sadly wiped the spilled perfume on the body, leaving only a few traces.
This is in line with the mentality of the tenants of the Golden Rooster Hotel.
The man suspected of being Maggot dismissed the suspicion and said to the three subordinates: "Lumian, who returned to Room 207 of the Mill Ballroom, heard their conversation and was basically certain that the man suspected of being a Hunter Path Extraordinary was Maggot.
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"After chatting with Charlie in the morning, he walked around the Honest Market area, chatted with many vendors and neighbors in the bar, and learned that the Mill Dance Hall at No. 3 Luan Street is one of the strongholds of the Stinger Gang.
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After Maggot and others went all the way down to the ground floor, Lumian took on his wide-brimmed round hat, walked out of the room slowly, and walked deeper into the street following the lingering scent of perfume.
Seven or eight minutes later, he arrived at the Mill Ballroom. The smell of inferior perfume from other places proved that Maggot and his men had returned here.
The Mill Ballroom does not have the impressive statues and inscriptions of the Breeze Ballroom. It only occupies part of the street and builds a golden-toned foyer.
On the four stone pillars supporting the foyer, gas lamps surrounded by glass covers and black grids dispersed the evening gloom.
At this time, the dance hall was already quite busy, and Lumian heard singing, noise and the sound of musical instruments before he entered.
The layout here is very similar to the Breeze Ballroom. There is a dance floor in the middle, surrounded by small round tables and chairs. There is a half-height wooden platform at the front, with a fiery girl standing on it.
The girl was wearing a sultry white short top, and the row of bows above her underwear could almost be seen on her chest. She had a black mole on her lips, her brown hair was tied up, and she put on makeup, and her blue eyes were outlined.
The exposed black lines are large and deep, and the whole body has both depraved charm and sweet temperament.
She sang softly, kicking her right leg high from time to time, and wearing an off-white loose skirt that just reached her knees, which attracted many drinkers to try to squat down and peek into the secret place.
"The attending doctor is a charming man. He will roll up his shirt sleeves first. This reminds me of my first lover. The only difference with this doctor is that he can find the position immediately. I found, dear,
He was really good at using his fingers. In his vague and alluring singing voice, Lumian walked to the bar counter inside and said to the bartender, "What's there to eat?" The bartender asked with a smile, "Lu Pork Pie."
How about it? Or do you like sausages and bread, the usual dinner?"
Lumian, who had long known that Trier people liked meatloaf, nodded and ordered two meatloaf, "Pair it with a glass of apple punch? It can dissolve the greasiness of the meatloaf."
Seeing that Lumian didn't ask the price of the meatloaf, the bartender knew that this was for a wealthy customer, so he could recommend him a slightly more expensive wine.
Punch is a fruit juice cocktail.
Lumian smiled and said, "Okay."
He still has nearly 200 Firkin on him, so he doesn't need to save too much on food and drink. Anyway, intelligence dealer Anthony Reid can't save the remaining balance by relying on likes.
The patties cost 3 grams each, and the apple punch costs 12 grams.
The bartender quickly quoted the price.
Lumian nodded, took out a 1-cost gold and silver coin with cherub relief and divergent lines on the surface, and threw it to the bartender.
After taking back two 5 kopeck copper coins, he waited patiently.
At this time, the female singer on the stage had finished singing, and the band beat a slightly intense drumbeat.
Many drinkers entered the ballroom and twisted their bodies to follow the rhythm, venting the stress, fatigue and pain accumulated during the day.
A male drinker sitting near Lumian smiled at his companion and said, "I like this atmosphere so much. I don't know who invented this Niu Niu dance. It is much more charming than the previous four-team dance!"
Can you imagine? I would often have a dance partner, but I would have to wait so long for my turn that my enthusiasm would go cold."
Four couples dance is also called square dance. Four teams of men and women form a square, dance in sequence according to the violinist's performance, and finally go around each other.
Another male drinker chuckled and said, "I still prefer cancan dancing and striptease."
Cancan dance is very popular in the Red Princess. It uses high kicks and floor crosses as its signature moves. The girls wear short skirts and stockings and line up in a row. When they keep kicking high, they always attract bursts of applause.
Some people even drop coins on the table.
Of course, this is also a very technical dance. Strong dancers need to kick their legs higher than the tip of their nose or close to their ears.
Lumian listened to the various sounds around him, and from time to time looked out of the corner of his eyes at the stairwell where the smell of inferior perfume had disappeared.
Not long after, two thick meat pies and a glass of a transparent and dreamy alcoholic drink with a dark red bottom, a pale red top, and some floating ice cubes were delivered to him.
Lumian took a sip of the apple punch first, feeling the refreshing sweetness, bland sourness, spiciness of the alcohol, and the coldness of the ice cubes, which lifted his spirits.
Then, he picked up the meat pie and took a bite.
The thick and sweet taste of the unleavened dough combined with the texture of the minced meat, the fragrance of the oil, and the stimulation of the spices made Lumian almost unable to stop his mouth.
After finishing a whole meatloaf, he picked up the apple punch to relieve the greasiness in his mouth.
After finishing dinner, Lumian took the alcoholic drink in his hand, listened to the girl's singing, and looked at the crowd on the dance floor.
He himself seemed to be infected by this warm and frantic atmosphere, and from time to time he would sit at the dark bar and sway his body to the rhythm.
Whenever he did this, Lumian would glance at the entrance and exit of the stairs to observe the whereabouts of Maggot and his men.
It was almost midnight when Maggot, wearing a red shirt and leather waistcoat, with short blond hair standing on end, led three thugs downstairs and walked out of the Moulin Ballroom.
Considering that the other party might be an Beyonder of the hunter path, Lumian did not follow immediately, and was mentally prepared to follow him. After all, the three gangsters' leather shoes that were stained with the smell of inferior perfume had already been replaced, and he could not continue
Use your sense of smell to follow from a distance.
However, he still had some hope, because he had just observed that most of the customers in the ballroom were too involved and too frantic, and from time to time someone accidentally spilled their drinks on the ground, so that the entire path from the stairs to the door
There are a lot of wet stains.
While twisting to the beat, Lumian noticed from the corner of his eye that Maggot always accurately avoided the somewhat wet ground, which made him more and more certain that the other party was an Extraordinary of the Hunter Path.
Although Maggot's three men were reminded and took avoidance measures, due to their lack of observation ability and the lighting effect of the gas wall lamp was not that good, it was inevitable that half of their feet or one-third of their heels would be rubbed against them.
A little bit of wetness.
At this time, there were very few pedestrians on the road. Only some drunkards were left singing and cursing. There was a large area of darkness under the broken gas street lamp, which was only illuminated by the crimson moonlight from high in the sky.
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Thanks to the existence of the four gas wall lamps at the entrance of the ballroom, Lumian found a lot of footprints with slight wet marks. Some of them had left for a long time, and some had just passed by.
Among them, there are three pairs of footprints that are close together and always appear at the same time. After careful inspection, Lumian found that there is a pair of sloppy footprints in front of them, which are very difficult to find and do not have any wet marks.
Lumian smiled and whispered to himself: "Always hanging around with stupid pigs and insects will only harm you."