All those who should be arrested in the market area were arrested, and all those who were not arrested were wanted. Angoulême rarely had any free time and focused on selecting members of the team directly under the jurisdiction of the Trier diocese.
It was impossible for him to pick them all from the inquisition in the market area. After getting the personnel information from Saint-Vieve Church, he visited the inquisition in the observatory area, prison area and other places in a wandering state, and chatted in detail with the target "Purifier"
Chatted.
Then, he finished his work on time, returned to the apartment he rented in the Memorial Hall District, and fell asleep.
After sleeping until early in the morning, Angoulême was woken up by his stomach growling and ate a loaf of white bread with the reserved dried meat, butter and red wine.
After looking at the coffee table with unwashed dishes, he sat down in front of the miniature analysis machine with satisfaction and turned on the radio transceiver.
At this point in time, their telegram group is at its most active.
After sending a telegram announcing his presence, Angouleme pulled a pillow, placed it behind him, and leaned against the wall comfortably.
Not long after, with a clicking sound, the analytical machine-driven typewriter composed of a large number of parts "spit" out a telegram.
Seeing that the telegram was signed "Hidden Blade", Angoulême's forehead jumped suddenly.
He picked up the telegram and quickly scanned its contents: "007, you are finally here, and I have something to tell you!"
"I have received new information. The 'man in the mirror' I mentioned before has been systematically sneaking into Trier for the past ten years and replacing the original owner. I don't know how many Trier citizens are actually '
"The Man in the Mirror", and no one knows what they ultimately want to do and what purpose they want to achieve, but it should not be a good thing.
"I am tracking down these 'people in the mirror' and will give you new clues at any time. You should also pay attention to this matter in advance."
After Angoulême finished reading, he took a deep breath and spit it out slowly.
The next morning.
Lumian was sitting in a four-wheeled and four-seater taxi. Next to him was Ludwig, a little boy wearing a caramel-colored coat and carrying a red hard schoolbag. Opposite him was Lugano, who had thick eyebrows and big eyes. He seemed to be a positive character at first glance.
.Toscano.
He looked out the window and looked at the Market Avenue, which was no different from usual:
Vendors hawking on the streets, public carriages and taxis coming and going, a large number of foreigners coming from Suchit Steam Railway Station, waiters soliciting customers, and a cafe that functions as a beer house, cheap restaurant, chess and card room, etc.
, the clerks and workers who were in a hurry were no different from what Lumian remembered.
But in the details, many things have changed. "Mouse" Christo escaped, "Giant" Simon was captured, and Baron Brignel was missing. He did not even entrust an intelligence dealer to find his lost godson.
The Savoy Party, which was at its peak, was completely destroyed, and the originally stable market area will begin a new round of gangster vendettas.
The dark brown taxi with a yellow number slowly drove out of this noisy and chaotic place.
Seeing that Lumian withdrew his gaze, Lugano asked in a flattering manner: "Should we take a boat to Feneport, or should we get a false identity, take a steam train south, and go back to Reston Province first?"
He originally wanted to mention the village of Cordu, but he felt that this was irritating Lumian, so he replaced it with a larger concept, the province of Reston, their common hometown.
"It depends on fate." Lumian smiled.
He took out three pieces of note paper and wrote down different options with the black absorbent pen he carried with him: "Take the boat", "Take the steam train", "Go directly there".
Then, he crumpled the three sticky notes into a ball and changed their original positions in a dazzling way.
"You come and draw and see what fate has in store." Lumian smiled and stretched out his right hand in front of Lugano.
Isn't this too random, relying on drawing lots to choose the way to the Kingdom of Feneport? Lugano was stunned for a moment, and while feeling a huge sense of absurdity, he obediently picked up a paper ball.
Anyway, the advance payment of 5,000 Firkin has been received!
Lugano unfolded it and saw "By Boat" written on it.
Lumian nodded, smiled and said, "Very good, let's take the steam train."
"..." Lugano instinctively looked at the 60,000 wanted Felkin opposite, not knowing whether he was trying to exclude himself from wrong options or simply making a prank.
He smiled again and said, "Then let's go back to Suhit Steam Railway Station?"
"No, go to the Northern Railway Station." Lumian turned his head and glanced at the little boy Ludwig who had been eating without interrupting.
Northern train station? Lugano became increasingly confused, unable to guess what his employer wanted to do.
There are two main steam train stations in Trier, one is Suchit, located on the south bank of the Serenzo River, connecting the southern and central regions of Intis, and the other is the Northern Railway Station, located north of the Serenzo River, responsible for connecting
In the northern provinces, if you want to go to the Kingdom of Feneport or the Province of Reston, you must go to the Suchit Steam Railway Station. How can you run north?
Now that the employer had made a decision, Lugano could not question it and could only tell the coachman to change the destination.
Near noon, the taxi arrived at the Trier Northern Railway Station.
He had to put on a disguise and find a broker to use a fake identity to buy the ticket... Lugano directed the coachman to stop at a more remote place, and turned half sideways, looking at Lumian, ready to make suggestions.
What caught his eyes was an unusually unfamiliar face: short flaxen hair, brown eyes, and other facial features without any memory points, which together formed a face that looked like a passerby.
If it weren't for the silver-white ear clip on his right ear and the clothes on his body that had not changed, Lugano would have thought that he and others had been attacked by an official Beyonder, and that his employer had been quietly dealt with.
"Buy a ticket to Gati Port, Haut-Maritime." Lumian calmly ordered.
Upper Maritime Province, Porto Gati... Lugano suddenly understood.
The employer indeed wants to take a boat to the Kingdom of Feneport, but not from Port Russell in Pas Province, which is the closest to Trier, but to the Upper Maritime Province, which is also on the Sea of Mist but further north.
For normal people, this is a waste of time and money, but for a wanted fugitive with enemies, this unreasonable approach may actually help him avoid potential dangers.
Inside the business carriage of a steam train divided into six small compartments.
Lumian's eyes swept over the carved wooden door that was ajar, the table covered with multi-colored tablecloths inlaid with gold thread, the large and comfortable sofa that could be used as a bed, and the thin wooden wall with oil paintings hanging on it, and nodded with satisfaction.
Such a box is worth 400 Filkin and can only accommodate up to 4 people.
This steam train, which runs for 12 hours, stops for 8 hours at night, and has a total journey of 20 hours, costs 30 Filkin for a third-class seat, 45 Filkin for a second-class seat, and 60 Filkin for a first-class seat. The small box in the business area has an average per person
100 Filkin, and they are not sold individually. The reason is to ensure the privacy of business guests and ensure that only he and his companions are in the box.
This is great for a wanted fugitive.
Lumian, who owns the "Lie" ear clip and the "Nisse Face", didn't choose the business class class because of this, nor did he have any intention of enjoying it. The only reason he chose this place was: the business class class will provide two free meals.
Meals, that is, today’s dinner and tomorrow’s breakfast.
This can save Lumian a lot of things.
Hey, kids have to eat something hot.
I just hope his appetite doesn't scare the flight attendants
After raising Ludwig for more than two days, Lumian found that if he hadn't had a "traveler's bag" that could carry a lot of dry food and desserts, he wouldn't have been able to take the little boy on a long trip - he needed to eat every now and then.
I need to eat it soon!
Amid the whistle, Lumian sat down, listened to the clanging sound, and watched the scenery on both sides recede from slow to fast.
Less than a quarter of an hour later, this huge train spewing white mist left the metropolis behind through the "doorway" cut out of the high wall.
A bustling metropolis filled with desire, joy and pain.
Lumian half-closed his eyes and heard someone in the box in front sighing in a poetry-like tone: "Goodbye, Trier!"
At eight o'clock in the evening, when it was completely dark, the steam train stopped at the scheduled stop, Dadel Station.
This is located on the outskirts of the Fos region in the Haute-Maritime department, in the town of Dadle.
There were already twenty or thirty men and women waiting on the platform, rushing to different carriages. None of them had carried their luggage, and their faces were full of eagerness.
Dong Dong Dong, a middle-aged man with thick black hair and a slightly hooked chin knocked on the glass window corresponding to Lumian's small box.
Lumian opened the window with interest and asked with a smile: "What's the matter?"
"Sir, would you like a drink? Do you want a warm and comfortable bed instead of a sofa?" the middle-aged man asked in Intis with a heavy accent.
"A bar with its own hotel?" Lumian suddenly realized.
These seemed to be nearby businesses that came to the platform to solicit customers.
"Yes, yes, there are many beautiful little frogs in our bar." The middle-aged man winked and said in an extremely ambiguous manner.
"Little frog?" Lugano, who was sitting opposite Lumian, asked doubtfully.
The middle-aged man thought for a moment and said, "This is our slang for Shang Binhai. It means the same as your little kitty in Trier."
In Trier, "kitten" often has the double reference of "female reproductive organs" and "prostitute".
That's it...Although Lumian had guessed it a long time ago, he was not completely sure before.
Ludwig, who was sitting next to Lugano, asked very expectantly: "Is there anything delicious?"
Without waiting for the middle-aged man soliciting customers to answer, Lumian laughed and teased Ludwig: "I thought you were going to ask if the meat was tender, chewy, and delicious."
Ludwig didn't react at first, then he remembered something and cursed: "Pervert!"
Seeing this, the middle-aged man hurriedly introduced the special delicacies.
At this moment, barking dogs sounded in the town outside the site.
One dog barked, many dogs honked, and the tranquility of the night was suddenly broken.
The expression of the middle-aged man soliciting customers changed, implying some unspeakable fear.