Lumian didn't know whether he should attribute the fact that the banknotes, coins and gold in the safe were taken away by the "devil wizard" Boorman to the bad luck brought about by the "Hateful Movement". After all, he had not yet
When we arrived at No. 16 Correas Street, we didn’t use the black-haired bone flute obtained from General Philip. Its ability should not be strong enough to go back in time.
However, Fidel was worthy of the title of a big businessman. He had quite a few wallets stuffed in different clothes. Lumian only did a simple search and found a total of 30,000 ferkin.
This initially healed his "psychic trauma."
Hearing a carriage approaching from outside, and suspected night police officers coming to this block to see what the explosion a few minutes ago was about, Lumian left Fidel's bedroom and moved to the room next to it.
The place is kept clean and tidy, but there is a faint, unpleasant smell in the air, which is the smell left after the corpse has decomposed.
When Lumian walked into this room, it was like entering a tomb. He was surrounded by dead people and the traces they left behind. He felt a little uncomfortable all over because of this.
"This should be where the 'Devil Wizard' Boorman lives, who can provide protection for Fidel in the shortest time. Haha, it was him who killed Fidel in the end... This story tells us that the most important condition for choosing a bodyguard is
The mental state is stable..." Lumian cursed while looking at every corner of the room.
At this time, the policeman on night patrol had already pushed open the door of the house and saw the blood spilled and the scattered pieces of meat.
One of them quickly drew his pistol, and the other blew his whistle, letting the sharp and piercing sound go straight into the sky.
Lumian's eyes rested on some black marks in the room, which seemed to be old blood, giving it a somewhat evil feeling.
"Boorman once killed a special creature in this room in order to complete a certain resurrection experiment?" Lumian whispered to himself.
He didn't guess that this was the blood of the "Devil Wizard" Boorman. He felt that the other party would not leave such an important thing behind if he had enough free time.
If this is obtained by an extraordinary person who is good at curses, he will be in great danger unless he has a way to cut off the contact in advance.
Comparatively speaking, it is more likely to find Boorman's blood and flesh in the master bedroom of Room 5 of the first-class cabin of the "Asuka". The "devil wizard" suffered an explosion and was burned by flames for a while, and his injuries were not counted.
light.
Of course, the covering explosion and subsequent violent combustion there may have rendered the cursed materials inactive.
Lumian squatted down, took out a small glass bottle from the "traveler's bag", and put it in after scraping the black marks on the wall.
After finishing this matter, before more police officers and official Beyonders arrived, Lumian disposed of his hair, dander and other items, triggered the black mark on his right shoulder, and disappeared at No. 16 Correas Street.
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Returning to the "Asuka", he immediately inspected the previous battlefield, which had turned into ruins, with charred and broken furniture everywhere and metal walls that were twisted and had a few cracks.
The gases left behind by burning carpets and other things are slowly diluting through open windows.
——After Boorman stepped on the trap at the exit, the "bottle of fiction" was released.
Lumian focused on the window sill area and saw only patches of scorched black.
Phew... He exhaled, left first-class room No. 5, and went down to the deck.
Philip, the security director, was admiring the night view from the side of the ship on the port side.
"Where's your lover?" Lumian walked up to Philip and put his hands on the side of the ship.
Philip sighed and said: "Her destination is Faling Port. It is said that she is going to help a relative's plantation."
"It's something worth celebrating, it means you can have a new lover again." Lumian said in the tone of a Dantist believer.
"Please allow me to stay depressed for two more days." Philip did not deny Lumian's statement, but only emphasized that he was still emotionally involved.
Of course, just a little bit.
"You just came back from the port? Why didn't I see you get on the ship?" Philip followed his professional instinct and asked instead.
"I've been in the room. It's just that there was a small accident at the party just now. The master bedroom was set on fire and a lot of things were burned. Tomorrow you have people come to make emergency repairs." Lumian asked Philip for this reason.
Regarding this matter, although it is not impossible to sleep at the fire scene, since there are ways to improve the situation, why not do it?
"The party... is lit..." Philip turned his head and looked at Lumian doubtfully, "What on earth did you do in the room? I didn't hear anything."
Lumian smiled slightly and said: "An enthusiastic guest came, and his behavior was a bit extreme."
"Really?" Philip asked subconsciously.
"False." Lumian answered simply. He asked with a smile, "Do you want to hear the real reason?"
Phillip was silent for a moment, and after a few seconds he said: "Such damage requires compensation, and we will reimburse you for the repair cost."
"Fortunately, we are still in Faling Port, and various items can be replenished immediately, otherwise it would be quite troublesome."
Lumian took out a wad of bills and handed them to Philip: "This is the repair fee. I hope it can be done tomorrow. If it's more, consider it a tip. If it's less, ask me for it."
Phillip took the stack of banknotes, weighed it, frowned and said, "How did you destroy the bedroom?"
Why are you paying so much for repairs?
Is this hush money?
Lumian smiled, turned around, and walked back to first-class room No. 5.
After watching his back disappear from the entrance of the cabin, Philip simply counted the number of bills in the stack under the crimson moonlight and the gas streetlight of the port.
"Two thousand Firkin? Did he blow up that room?" Philip was surprised and suspicious.
But I didn't hear any movement at all...
That night, Lumian slept on the easy chair in the living room.
He originally wanted to directly summon Jenna's Xia Zuotu, write a letter to Franka, talk about the "devil wizard", and ask her to use the "magic mirror divination" method to confirm what creature the old blood stains in Boorman's room came from.
, but then I remembered that at this time, Franka was not asleep yet, but Jenna was already asleep.
Lumian waited patiently until early morning, and then arranged the ceremony, using "a rabbit-shaped spirit that wanders in illusion, a runner chasing knowledge, and a messenger unique to the Seven of Cups" to summon the rabbit-like creature with strong legs.
, a transparent creature holding a book.
The difference from last time was that today Xia Zuotu wore a pair of blurry, disembodied gold-rimmed glasses.
While handing the letter and the glass vial containing the blood-stained powder to the other party, Lumian asked curiously: "Why did you suddenly put on glasses? Is this the bad side of knowledge?"
Xia Zuotu's eyes hidden behind his gold-rimmed glasses flashed with sharp light: "No, I learned this from the Seven of Cups."
"What did she give you?" Lumian had a vague premonition.
"Last time I helped you deliver a letter to her, she had no other books around her, so she could only lend me a collection she just bought." Xia Zuotu pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose, "Then
The original name is "The Great Adventurer 1: The First Show"."
Sure enough... So, you learned to wear glasses? Lumian didn't know how to evaluate this matter.
After Xia Zuotu left here, another half hour later, Ludwig and Lugano got up one after another.
The former looked at Lumian's bedroom and lowered his head to eat the snacks before breakfast. The latter looked confused and confused: "There was a fire last night?"
I do not know how?
Lumian smiled and said: "It happened when you and a certain lady were fully committed. I solved it quickly."
"Really..." Lugano suppressed his disbelieving expression.&"
Lumian did not enjoy a sumptuous breakfast on the ship, but chose to go to Faling Port to taste the specialties of the Misty Sea Islands.
Not long after he disembarked, Philip, the security director, arrived with the dining car.
Phillip stood at the door of the bedroom, which was in a mess and was charred everywhere, his eyes straight and blank: Is this a little accident?
Even if it was directly hit by artillery, it wouldn't be worse than this, right?
Is this going to tear the whole ship apart?
Well, such destructive power did not affect the outside of the room. Even the damage to the wall was within the repairable range...I didn't hear any movement...
What on earth did Louis Berry do in his room last night?
No wonder he wants to give 2000 ferkin!
At this moment, Philip's blood surged up and entered his brain.
Port Falin, inside the Plaza del Sol open air market.
Lumian held a corn tortilla wrapped with various fruit pieces, drank a strange coffee with salt, and strolled leisurely in front of different stalls while eating.
Occasionally he would have a grilled sausage to enjoy the sizzling deliciousness.
Nearing the end of the open-air market, Lumian saw Patna-Conté.
The exquisitely dressed adventurer's eyes lit up, he walked towards Lumian and whispered: "Something happened to your employer!"
"What happened?" Lumian did not hide his curiosity.
He wanted to know how the official Beyonders promoted this matter.
"That 'devil wizard' did it. He killed the big businessman Fidel's family and all his servants!" Butner was glad that he didn't find any clues the day before yesterday, otherwise he would probably be one more among the dead.
The traces at the scene can indeed point to the "devil wizard"... The official did not hide it... Lumian smiled and said to Butner: "In other words, everyone in the building at No. 16 Correas Street was
'Devil wizard' killed?"
"Yes." Butner nodded heavily.
Lumian glanced at him and said in a joking tone: "Do you still remember that I blindfolded my eyes the day before yesterday and wanted to rely on the guidance of fate to find the clues left by the 'devil wizard'?
"Remember where we ended up?"
Butner was stunned for a moment, then murmured to himself: "No. 16 Correas Street..."
Having said this, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Lumian in shock and fear.