Amidst the sound of the monocle falling and sliding, the guard tilted his head and looked at Lumian with a look of surprise and confusion.
His attitude was quite strange. He neither fought back angrily nor shouted for help from other companions, as if what he had just encountered was just a dramatic performance full of mysteries.
With a smile on his face, Lumian passed the guard and walked up the stairs without looking back.
After the guard's eyes flickered for a few times, he gave up and reached out to stop him.
Although there was an expression of confusion and thinking on his face, his eyes changed rapidly, and the corners of his mouth turned up as if he were expecting something, as if he felt that something good was about to happen.
After Lumian arrived at the second floor, the two guards wearing monocles there also did not stop him. They watched the intruder pass him by with a smile that revealed a bit of weirdness and expectation.
Are there no low-sequence Beyonders? Lumian muttered silently in disappointment.
He was originally prepared and waiting for a battle, in order to perform for the "Alone" bar opposite, but who knew that the remaining fake Amons in the "Different" dance hall were all ordinary people, not
who tried to deal with him.
However, this is normal when you think about it. Amon is not an existence such as Mr. Fool or the Great Mother, who can give gifts to believers on a large scale, and the mid- and low-sequence Extraordinaries should have been "parasitized". In the previous scene
The battle between angels that ordinary people cannot detect has probably been eliminated.
For the rest, there was a high probability that something had happened in the dance hall, and many colleagues had disappeared mysteriously. They thought that Lumian would become the same kind later, or encounter a prank that would scare him crazy.
Since there was no fake Amon to act opposite him, Lumian had no choice but to direct and act on his own.
He directly pulled out the revolver hidden in the gun bag under his arm, pointed towards the rooms on both sides of the corridor, and pulled the trigger casually.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Each bullet accurately hit a glass window, and the sound of shattering came one after another, accompanied by the sound of gunshots, which spread far away.
The guards on the second floor were a little surprised and confused when they saw Lumian's performance, wondering if this guy had been deceived repeatedly by a colleague, so much so that he suffered a mental breakdown and became a lunatic.
Otherwise, why would he be unable to get through the air and windows?
These guards instinctively raised their right hands and pinched the monocles clamped in their eye sockets, looking increasingly expectant, wanting to see how this good show would end.
Go and face the icebergs under the sea and the fear in the darkness!
After Lumian fired four shots, he came to the office that seemed to be the largest.
He pushed open the ajar door and found a man sitting behind the large wooden table.
The man's forehead was broad, his cheeks were narrow, his hair was dark and slightly curly, and his eyes were light blue but unfocused.
Likewise, he wears a crystal-like monocle on his right eye and wears a loose and comfortable black robe.
"Timmons?" Lumian walked in and asked with a slight frown.
The man suddenly came back to his senses, and replied in a depressed mood as if he had lost something important: "I am Timmons.
"You're not dead yet?" Lumian asked in surprise and amusement.
In his perception, other people in the "Different" dance hall would be in a superposition of "is Amon" and "is not Amon", but Timmons, the boss here, must be deeply "parasitized"
That type, and such people would definitely be completely eliminated and lose their lives in the previous battle at the angelic level.
Now it seems that is not the case.
Timmons glanced at Lumian and said, maintaining the frustration and emptiness of a lost soul:
"There are many people who want me dead, but they don't seem to have the ability to curse.
"Maybe I have died and all that is alive now is a body."
"It's not important. What's important is that you have to return 110,000 ferkin to my client, the principal plus interest." Humian took out the contract given by the bankrupt businessman Fitz from his satchel with his left hand.
He waited eagerly, waiting for Timmons to reject his request and choose to attack him.
Timmons got rid of part of his frustration, raised his hand to support his forehead, smiled and said:
"There is cash and jewelry in the safe. You can take it yourself. The password is 010103.
I thought you would resist." Lumian sighed in disappointment.
Timmons looked at the revolver in his hand and said:
I am just a swindler, not a miser. Once the money is gone, you can cheat again. If you die, you will have nothing.
"Moreover, I have lost the most important thing today. Compared with it, 110,000 Firkin is nothing."
What do you mean you can cheat again after the money is gone? Have you never thought about getting rich legally? Lumian curled his lips and walked sideways towards the mechanical safe placed in this office.
Three, two, one... As he approached the safe, he counted down the time, waiting for Timmons to attack him from behind. However, the owner of the "different" cabaret did nothing, not even shouting for help.
Try to call the police.
Lumian squatted in front of the iron-gray mechanical safe, turned the knob again and again according to the password given by Timmons, and heard a clicking sound.
He glanced at the banknotes and gold bars that clearly exceeded 100,000 Firkin, opened his satchel, and swept them all in.
After doing this, Lumian lifted the revolver, smashed the window of the office, and climbed up.
The corners of Timmons' lips curled up again, bringing back the playful smile that everyone here had.
At this moment, Lumian suddenly turned around and pulled the trigger on him.
boom!
A bright yellow bullet grazed Timmons' hair, hit the cabinet next to it, and went inside.
Timmons, who was wearing a monocle, shrank suddenly, his smile disappeared, and his eyes were filled with uncertainty.
He even smelled a burning smell coming from the top of his head.
Lumian laughed, waved his hand and said:
"Surprise?
After asking, he jumped off the window sill and landed in the alley behind the "Different" dance hall.
Timmons's expression gradually faded, becoming confused and confused.
In the "Different" song and dance, the people wearing monocles on their right eyes and short suits are all doing different things, but they are all eagerly looking forward to the intruder who just came downstairs wearing a monocle.
, officially join this big family.
Amidst the occasional gunshots, they never got the picture they expected to see.
There is a bell tower belonging to the "Eternal Sun" church in the old street near Purgatory Square. Next to the bell tower is a new building with a height of ten stories.
Franca was dressed as a common female mercenary, holding a brass telescopic telescope, standing on the edge of the rooftop, looking at the "Alone" bar from a distance.
Amidst the faint sound of gunfire, the bartender Liya, in a white shirt, black tie and dark knee-length skirt, appeared at the door and looked at the "different" dance hall diagonally opposite.
Not long after, Franka discovered that a gray mouse crawled out from Liya's feet, crossed the street, and disappeared by the wall of the ancient building.
After another two or three minutes, a man and a woman left the "Alone" bar, forced their way through the guards, and entered the "Different" dance hall.
Franka used a monocular telescope to look at the two people carefully for a while, and found that when they were "communicating" with the guards, they had vivid expressions and flexible limbs. There was nothing abnormal about them. However, their expressions were quite similar when crossing the street and after passing the guards.
He is dull and his actions are somewhat stiff.
"Secret Puppet?" Franka guessed.
As for the location of the "Secret Puppet Master" who created and manipulated the puppets, she could not tell at all. She could only roughly judge that the effective range of this ability was several tens of meters, or even more.
At the same time, she couldn't help but complain a few words:
"When there is an audience, you are a real person," but when there is no audience, you are too lazy to maintain facial expressions and character details? Isn't this too unprofessional?
Or is it specifically to frighten people peeping around, as well as citizens who happen to pass by and occasionally take a look?
Franka waited patiently until Lumian returned to his original appearance, changed his clothes, and prepared anti-following measures. When he came here to meet her, he did not find any "Secret Puppet Master".
The people coming and going, except for Liya, are all puppets!
"Isn't this too, too cautious? I can't find anything. I can only confirm that there is really a 'Secret Puppet Master' here, probably more than one." Franka complained to Lumian.
Just listening to her description, Lumian felt the pain in his head that he felt when facing Amon.
The reason why they became "neighbors" is that they are both good at hiding their true identities. Are they weird and hard to find?
"Can't you use 'mirror divination' to get clues?" Lumian thought for a while and asked.
Franka shook her head:
"This is the 'divineer' path. Unless I can directly get one of the puppets, there is no way to find out their identity.
Lumian fell silent, looked at the "different" dance hall that had returned to calm and said:
"Go back and collect clues from 'I have a friend', 'Hisoka' and 'Bard' at the next party. They shouldn't be as hard to find as 'Loki'. We can still pretend to be deceived. Look
Can you fish them out?
At that time, the "Hidden Blade" cannot come forward, and the "Muggles" have to do it themselves, because Franka has already bought a copy of "Loki"'s information and is one of the suspects tracking him.
"Okay." Franka thought that this was the only way.
The two quickly left the high-rise apartment and hired a four-wheel, four-seater taxi.
When the carriage came to the junction of the Observatory District and the Memorial Hall District, Franka turned her head and glanced at Lumian:
“Don’t do another anti-stalking thing?
"Wouldn't it be enough to counter-divine with you?" Lumian responded with a smile, "Besides, I have already done counter-tracking several times after leaving the 'Different' Dance Hall.
Franka stared at him for two seconds, sighed helplessly and said:
"All right.
Market District, Market Avenue.
Lumian carried a shoulder bag with a large amount of banknotes and gold on his back, said goodbye to Franka, and walked toward Chaos Street, while Franka returned to White Coat Street.
The streets were as noisy and congested as ever. Lumian passed through vendors and pedestrians, approaching the Golden Rooster Hotel.
Suddenly, he felt that his body had become uncoordinated, as if a lot of glue had been poured into his joints.