Fake? Lumian moved his right eyebrow, as if he heard fate ruthlessly mocking Charlie.
Charlie gave up his fragile principles, slept with Mrs. Alice for a few days, got into a life lawsuit, lost his job as a trainee waiter, and all he got in exchange was a fake diamond necklace?
For some reason, Lumian suddenly had the urge to surrender to fate.
Although this is not his problem, it makes him feel a little bit.
Damn your fate!
You have ridiculed me, and I will come back with ridicule and provocation!
At this moment, Lumian vaguely grasped another rule of playing the "provocateur", but it was still crude and not accurate enough.
He looked at Charlie and asked thoughtfully: "Do you think it was Mrs. Alice who deceived you, or the people at the pawn shop saw that you were in poor condition and were unable to identify the authenticity of the necklace, so they deliberately found such a reason to keep the price as low as possible?" "I, I don't know." Charlie was extremely confused and painful.
After a pause, he added with difficulty: "I suspect it's Mrs. Alice. You see, there are so many people coming here to mortgage, and appraisers handle dozens or hundreds of items every day, many of which are valuables. It's impossible."
Just lie to me, right? She, how could she..."
Charlie can't say it.
Can't pawnshops be allowed to deceive everyone equally? What is the price that can be deducted? The more expensive the item, the more it will be deducted? Lumian sighed, and laughed: "Why not? Many rich people are not relying on
If someone who is kind-hearted and hard-working can deceive you with a fake one, why should he give the real one?"
"Maybe Mrs. Alice is such a rich person, or even not so rich, who cheats young people like you by staying at the White Swan Hotel."
Lumian did not deny all wealthy people, because among that group, a large number of people did make a fortune by relying on talent, talent, hard work and opportunities, such as Aurore.
After being teased by him, Charlie's facial muscles became visibly distorted.
He said angrily to himself: "Yes, during this period, Mrs. Alice has not treated me to a big meal. She always asks me to go to the room service at seven or eight o'clock in the evening...
You are so easy to deceive. Are you really a Lim? Lumian couldn't help but raised his hand to cover his face.
He immediately stood up and said: "Bring that necklace back, let's look at another pawn shop."
"What if it's true?"
Charlie was stunned for a moment and said: "Okay, okay!"
He is not so willing either.
Lumian warned again: "Pay attention to the inspection and don't let them change the necklace."
"Well." Charlie tried to cheer up, "I was looking at that necklace every day some time ago and remembered every detail of it!"
After getting back the diamond necklace, Lumian accompanied Charlie to find two other pawn shops in the observatory area.
The identification result is the same as before. The necklace is fake and can only be used as 11-15 Firkin.
Charlie became more and more frustrated and collapsed.
Lumian glanced at him and said with relief: "At least you can still work as a dozen Ferkin, which is enough for you to last for more than a week, and you have spare money to go to the cafe on White Coat Street to treat the waiters to drinks and let them introduce new jobs.
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Including rent, Charlie spends about 1 ferkin per day, and it will be less if he doesn't go to the underground bar for a drink.
"Yeah..." Charlie sighed.
He was extremely disappointed. After accepting the reality, he felt that there was still hope in life.
Lumian thought for a moment and said: "We cannot rule out other possibilities. For example, the pawn shop here has private contacts and communications, specifically to defraud people like you who are not well-dressed and have mortgaged valuable items without corresponding invoices. You
Should I take the necklace to a specialized jewelry store for appraisal?"
"That will pay a fee." Charlie showed a troubled expression.
It’s okay if it’s authentic. If it’s fake, then his already small assets may be reduced by one-third to one-half.
Lumian sighed and said: "Give me the diamond necklace, and I will help you find a friend to appraise it for free. You should still have some money on you, so you can last through the day, right?"
"I still have 2.6 Firkin." Charlie handed the diamond necklace to Lumian with expectant eyes.
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Lumian put away the necklace and said with a smile: "Aren't you worried that it will be authenticated if it is authenticated, but I will give you a fake one and tell you that there is no problem with those pawn shops?"
"..." Charlie's expression stiffened again.
After a second, he breathed out and said: "I believe you, and I have already regarded it as false."
Lumian waved his hand, said goodbye to Charlie, and walked towards Purgatory Square.
Near the catacombs, Osta Trull was wearing a hooded black robe, sitting in his old position facing the bonfire.
"Aren't you going to change places?" Lumian walked over and asked funnyly.
Aosta chuckled and said: "My divination and interpretation have a certain degree of accuracy. Many people have introduced friends here. If we change the place, wouldn't we lose the accumulated customers? Those are all Ferkin!
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"What do you mean by accumulated customers? They are obviously accumulated fools." Lumian said half-jokingly and half-sarcastically.
Aosta did not dare to refute.
Lumian immediately asked: "I have something to ask Mr. K, how should I contact him?"
It turned out that he was not here to find me... Aosta breathed a sigh of relief and said quickly: "Those who have attended the party can go directly to the headquarters of "Psychic" magazine, which is the building where we had the party.
No. 19 Seer Street, knock on the door of Room 103 in a rhythm of three long, two short and one long, and then someone will take you to see Mr. K. If you don’t want to go in person, you can send a letter to the address: Room 103, No. 19 Scheer Street, Boulevard District
, the recipient is Guillaume Pierre."
What a fake pseudonym... The rhythm of knocking on the door at ordinary times is different from the rhythm of knocking on the door before the party... Mr. K didn't even tell me this. Did he think Aosta could speak? Lumian nodded and said goodbye.
Aosta, return to the ground.
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When passing the entrance of the catacombs, he saw a group of visitors holding lit white candles, following the administrator through the naturally formed arch and entering the "Empire of Death".
Withdrawing his gaze, Lumian walked all the way out and took a public carriage to No. 19 Sher Street in the Boulevard District.
He lowered his peaked cap and knocked on the door of Room 103 in a rhythm of three long, two short and one long.
With a creak, the dark red wooden door opened.
What appeared in front of Lumian was a young man with a delicate face and brown hair that looked like an artist.
He looked at Lumian with his dark brown eyes for two seconds: "Who are you looking for?"
"I'm Charles, I have something to ask Mr. K." Lumian said bluntly.
The young man tilted his head slightly, as if listening to a small voice.
Soon, he said to Lumian: "Follow me."
The young man walked all the way to the side of the rather classical room and opened the secret door hidden in the dressing room.
There are stairs leading to the underground, and the walls on both sides are inlaid with gas wall lamps surrounded by black grids.
Lumian entered the basement, walked through a short corridor, and came to a rather empty room.
He suspected that there were other exits here, even connected to a certain area of underground Trier.
At this time, Mr. K was sitting on a red armchair, his face hidden in the shadow of a large hood.
The convener of the party looked at Lumian without saying a word, giving him a terrifying sense of oppression.
Lumian pressed his peaked cap and said with a smile: "Good morning, Mr. K, I have something to ask you for help. You decide what price I need to pay."
Mr. K was silent for a few seconds and asked in a low and hoarse voice: "Does the Stinger Gang know that you killed Maggot?"
Sure enough, Lumian was not surprised at all that Mr. K had obtained some of his information.
When he attended the party, he deliberately covered his face with a bandage and restored the state when he killed Maggot, in order to let Mr. K know about the incident and thus show his own value and impulsive and extreme personality. p>
And this can also "win" Mr. K's trust.
Lumian shook his head: "It's another question..." He then told how he knew Charlie, how he helped him get out of trouble but was hated by Susanna Mathis, and how he was almost killed by that weird creature. Fortunately, the official was extraordinary.
The reporter arrived in time and told the story exactly as it happened. There was not a single lie, but many details were not mentioned.
This corroborates with the information he wanted to buy at the party.
"Do you want to seek protection?" Mr. K asked in a low voice after listening quietly.
Diyou? Do you think too highly of yourself? A more accurate word should be protection! Lumian muttered a few words silently, nodded solemnly and said: "Yes."
Mr. K said in a hoarse voice: "That should be a soul-like creature, much like an evil spirit. Under normal circumstances, as long as you move out of the market area, it will no longer be able to affect you, but the official extraordinary people have obviously focused on this matter."
The thing is, if you move away now, you are likely to be suspected. Moreover, if Susanna Mattis remembers you or even marks you, you may be attacked wherever you are. Many abilities can transcend the distance limit.
It needs to actually leave the territory."
No wonder neither of the two ladies suggested that I move away... Lumian nodded thoughtfully: "Then what should I do?"
Mr. K said slowly: "I can provide certain protection, but you need to do one thing for me."
"What's the matter?" Lumian asked "urgently".
Mr. K clasped his hands in front of him and said: "Join any gang in the market area and become the leader."
The organization behind Mr. K wants to indirectly control the market area? Lumian replied without hesitation: "No problem!"
Mr. K nodded slowly and held the index finger of his left hand with his right hand.
Then, he pulled hard and tore off the finger, revealing the bloody wound and white bones.
Lumian felt a very painful feeling just by seeing it.
Surprisingly, there was no blood seeping out of Mr. K's wound or that finger. They were just twisting, shrinking, and gradually "healing" at the edges.
"Bring it with you, it will help you in critical moments." Mr. K threw the severed finger towards Lumian.
The flesh and blood on the wound on his left palm where the fingers were missing was squirming violently, as if a new one was about to grow.