Chapter 61 Which one is true and which one is false?
After briefly mentioning the reason why he chose the current seat, Buller looked up at Lumian and smiled self-deprecatingly:
"I didn't expect you to shoot directly."
Lumian touched the revolver on his right side and smiled slightly:
"It seems that the people you met before are good citizens who abide by the law."
Buller, who had been beaten several times before developing his current habit, subconsciously wanted to refute, but after comparing the performance of the previous ones with the current one, he felt that what the other party said made sense.
Thanks to the protection of the law, he, a columnist for "Ghost Face" magazine, can survive until now!
"Aren't you afraid of the police?" Buller turned his head and glanced at the waiter who didn't dare to come over with the food and drink orders. "It's not a trivial matter to shoot in a place like this. Someone should have already called the police."
Lumian smiled: "So, we have to hurry up."
As he spoke, he picked up the pistol, pushed out the revolver, and inserted a yellow bullet into the blank position in front of Buller.
"I want to know which socialites have left City Wall Street and this colorful world in the past two months." Lumian asked in a slow and slow tone.
Buller instinctively shook his head:
"They cannot be considered real social butterflies. Those ladies have their own luxurious residences and regular high-status lovers. They frequent high society and can influence a certain industry or certain policies with their words alone. The ones here can only be considered social butterflies.
Reserve."
"I just want to know who fits my description." Lumian doesn't care about the specific definition of "social butterfly."
Buller glanced at the revolver in his hand and recalled:
"Four of them, little Ruolna married a Loen businessman and went to Backlund. "White Vase" Sophie became the lover of Senator Baptiste and began to attend some high-society dinners and salons.
Hoping to become a real social butterfly, "Dew Rose" Mary suffered from mental illness and destroyed her face with scissors one morning and was sent to a lunatic asylum. "Condiment Beauty" Paulina suddenly disappeared from the Wall Street, as if she was killed somewhere.
A well-known person took him away."
While Buller was telling the story, he actually saw the handsome villain in front of him who shot whenever he disagreed with his words. He took out a sticky note and an absorbent pen and began to take notes seriously.
He swallowed his saliva and continued:
"I met Paulina on Vincent Street some time ago, and she lived a really good life. She had a carriage, a maid, a valet, and a housekeeper.
"It's a pity that I had other things to do at the time and didn't find out where she lived."
Vincent Street... Lumian remembered that this was one of the five streets predicted by Franka. It was the farthest from City Wall Street and it was a fairly quiet, high-end neighborhood.
Based on Buller's description, he initially suspected that Paulina had become Guillaume Benet's lover.
For a wanted criminal, it is definitely safer to keep a would-be socialite directly than to frequently go to City Wall Street to spend money. Guillaume Benet himself is a person with brains and ability. At present, his desire for intercourse is only increased and he is more likely to be hungry.
It’s not like you have become a fool and cannot control yourself at all, so you will inevitably choose a less risky plan.
At this time, the sound of hurried footsteps came from outside the cafe, and three policemen were quickly approaching the door.
Lumian put on the dark blue peaked cap calmly, put away the note paper and absorbent pen, counted out the 50 Filkin bills, and placed them in front of Buhler.
After doing these things, he picked up the revolver, stood up, walked to the back door of the cafe next to him, opened the door and left.
boom!
The police opened the door of the "Hope Cafe".
On Vincent Street, villa-shaped houses stand on both sides. The road is wide and clean, with few pedestrians and the occasional carriage passing by.
After Lumian entered this place, at first glance, he felt like he had nowhere to start.
You can't sneak in from house to house and search room by room, right?
And even if he really has to do this, he is not the most suitable candidate. It is obviously more appropriate to leave it to Franka, but that is very dangerous.
After thinking for dozens of seconds, Lumian smiled, walked towards one of the houses, and rang the doorbell.
The person who opened the dark brown door was a young manservant. He had no Southern Continent blood. He looked at Lumian with doubts on his face and asked in a pure Trier accent: "Sir, what can I do for you?"
Lumian smiled and said: "I want to find out which lady on this street is the most beautiful."
"..." The manservant was stunned when he heard this. This was the first time he met someone asking for such information.
No, it's not the first time we've met. We discussed it privately. When we were bragging in the bar, people would occasionally be curious about such things, but how could anyone directly knock on a stranger's door to ask when the sun was strong?
What on earth does this man want to do?
Before the valet could react, Lumian had already taken out a 10 Firkin note and handed it over with a smile.
The servant's eyelids twitched, he hesitated for a few seconds, and finally chose to accept it.
He suspected that the young man opposite was the kind of fake "Dantiist" who specializes in defrauding rich ladies of their bodies and property. His appearance and behavior were very consistent with the description in the newspaper.
But if the target is not his wife and young lady, why should he refuse a reward?
When the other person gets what he wants, a certain lady also gets happiness!
The manservant looked around and said in a low voice:
"The lady who lives at No. 50 is very beautiful and a real Trier. She actually married a provincial from the south. Her accent..."
As the manservant spoke, he shook his head angrily and disdainfully, as if he had been unhappy about this matter for a long time.
The smile on Lumian's face became even more obvious.
Sure enough, after the curate, who has the negative impact of "showing off impulse", got a beautiful Trier socialite, it was difficult not to show off to the neighbors.
He may not hold a dinner or dance to announce it, nor is he likely to visit directly with his lover, but he will definitely appear in the eyes of the neighbors in some way from time to time, letting them know that people from other provinces can also have beautiful courtesans.
mistress.
At this time, Guillaume Benet himself would definitely have to put on enough disguise, but he would be unlikely to let his mistress cover up her beautiful appearance. He would even ask her to dress up carefully in order to show an impressive style.
Of course, Lumian could not yet confirm that the lady was Paulina, the parish priest's mistress, but the fact that he had obtained the expected feedback bit by bit through bold assumptions and careful verification made him feel that he was getting closer and closer to Guillaume Benet.
It's getting closer.
Outside the gate of No. 50 Vincent Street, Lumian cast his gaze in as a passer-by.
It was an off-white three-story building. Behind it, you could vaguely see a green lawn and a colorful garden. A gardener was pruning there, revealing his side profile.
Lumian quickly withdrew his gaze and looked past the pilasters of the building with an expressionless expression.
He was worried that his long gaze would arouse some people's suspicion.
As for whether the priest would recognize him in secret, he was not worried, because before setting off, he had partially changed his appearance using the "Face of Nisse" and told his companions who were traveling together under the guise of makeup.
Gold with black, handsome appearance, it could be Lumian, or someone else. As long as Guillaume Benet doesn't have the ability to see through illusions and actively use them, it's impossible to discover that the stalker has arrived in this area.
Lumian's current plan is to leave Vincent Street directly, replace Jenna or Franka, hide in the shadow of the house opposite No. 50, and patiently monitor until the target can be ruled out as a suspect.
The reason why he didn't come back disguised as a tramp like before was because there were almost no tramps on this street. The occasional one or two who appeared would be quickly taken away by the servants.
Before leaving the off-white building, Lumian looked sideways naturally and saw a male figure appearing behind the window of the living room.
The figure was not tall, less than 1.7 meters tall. He was wearing a homely dark shirt and black trousers. He had a relatively strong build, a slightly raised nose, and black hair that was neither short nor long.
In an instant, Lumian's pupils dilated sharply and quickly returned to normal.
The corners of his mouth turned up a little, and invisible flames seemed to be ignited in his eyes.
Although the man had put on a good disguise, Lumian could still recognize him even if he was burned to ashes!
He is Guillaume Benet, the parish priest of the village of Cordu!
Lumian withdrew his gaze with difficulty and continued to move forward.
At the same time, his mind was spinning and he began to think about which course of action to choose next.
Not long after, he arrived at the end of Vincent Street.
Go up and chirp: "We have found the target!"
Found the target? Then who did I see? Another priest? Lumian was surprised and suspicious, and was a little stunned for a moment.
Who is the real Guillaume Benet? Did he make a mistake in his judgment, or were the "Iron Cross" and "Rat" Christo's gang deceived?
A quarter of an hour ago, the "Dill" brothel on Rampart Street.
In the attached bar on the first floor, Albus was drinking renzi while observing what the waiters, busboys and foremen were responsible for in this brothel.
During this process, he would randomly look at the customers passing by, but he would gain nothing, because those who wanted to conceal their identities were wearing various masks, and those who did not want to conceal their identities were almost impossible to be his targets.
After having a general understanding of the operation of the "Dill" brothel, Albus took the opportunity to go to the bathroom and turned to the road leading to the kitchen, where a waiter came with a few notes. "
The waiter is responsible for summarizing the needs of each room and placing orders with the kitchen.
Albus, who had dark red hair, took the initiative to greet him and took out a handful of golden coins and a thick stack of banknotes from his pocket.
The waiter suddenly showed a confused and curious expression.
Albus smiled and said:
"I came here to find a bastard. I don't know what he is disguised as. I just know that he is about the same height as you. He likes to find the most famous girls and likes to find food to fill his stomach immediately after exercising.
"If you can provide me with the corresponding information, these will all be yours."