The reason why Charlie was stunned was because he remembered that Charles had only reminded him in the morning that he might encounter some bad things recently. In the afternoon, he lost the job opportunity that he was extremely looking forward to and wasted several days in hiring people.
Let’s drink.
This puts even more pressure on him who is already not well-off.
Seeing Charlie's smiling expression, Charlie lowered his voice unconsciously:
"Can you tell fortunes?"
The divination seems to be quite accurate!
"Didn't I tell you? I guessed. Lumian didn't stutter or tell lies at all.
Of course, this is not entirely a lie, but he made a guess based on the fortune he sensed, just like knowing the correct answer when solving a problem and then making up the process.
Charlie looked unbelieving, but did not question it. He asked expectantly, is my bad luck gone now?
Lumian missed his head and concentrated his attention. His eyes became a little deeper, and his expression gradually became more solemn and more serious.
Seeing Charles's reaction, Charlie's heart suddenly jumped and his tight mouth went dry. What's wrong?
Lumian pursed his lips and said, you will have a disaster recently.
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Charlie's expression suddenly collapsed, and his face turned blue and white, no longer as ruddy as before.
Lumian laughed. Just kidding. Although you may not have such good luck recently, you are not too unlucky.
This shows that even if the problem of Susanna Mattis has not been completely solved, it will not explode for a while.
Charlie couldn't believe Lumian's words, really?
It’s fake. Anyway, you can believe it if you want to believe it. If you don’t want to believe it, I don’t have any objection. Lumian asked for absinthe and ouzo and smiled nonchalantly.
His attitude made Charlie relax, and he took a sip of rye beer under the bar stool next to him. I thought that the matter was not really over yet.
This is not impossible, Lumian has not frightened Charlie for the time being.
Charlie looked at the bar in front of him and said, you know what? At that second just now, I wanted to be the lowest handyman and move out of the market area quickly.
Lumian glanced at him, "If something happens, you won't be able to escape wherever you move." Charlie's face suddenly showed an unconcealable bitterness.
Lumian randomly added, you might as well go to the nearest Eternal Sun Church and pray more. By the way, I had dinner with the landlord, Mr. Ever, today. When we talked about room 504, he acted a little bit.
It’s strange, it seems that you know the whereabouts of the tenant before you, but you are unwilling to reveal it.
Charlie was stunned for a few seconds before he understood what Charles was referring to. He lowered his voice again and asked, "That woman, the woman's portrait?"
Lumian nodded slowly but surely.
Charlie was silent for a while and murmured to himself: Is that woman's matter related to Mr. Ev? He knows that there is something wrong with that portrait. I, I have to tell these people about it. I will go to the nearest church at dawn and give him a message.
The priest speaks.
Yes, after a few days of teaching the Bissar Party, that Louis was much smarter. He could understand my hints in one go. Umian picked up the wine glass with satisfaction and took a sip of the green liquid with excellent visual effects. p>
He didn't know anything about the specific situation of the Old Pigeon Cage Theater. He didn't know whether the problem was serious or not, and to what extent. As long as he relied on his own investigation, he wouldn't be able to collect enough useful information in a week or two.
And even if it is collected, it may not have the ability to handle it, so it is better to find a way to remind the officials from the beginning and let them follow up.
After Charlie made up his mind, he glanced at Pavarnissen who was bartending drinks and saw that he wasn't paying attention, so he asked Lumian in a low voice.
If they ask me where I got the news, how should I answer?
Just tell me what you heard while chatting with me. Lumian said calmly.
Thanks to Charlie's previous publicity, the police in the Candide Market area should all know that the Golden Rooster Hotel has become the territory of Charles the Savoyard. Therefore, Charles and the landlord Mr. Ev meet to have a meal and chat.
There will inevitably be developments. When the official extraordinary people inquire about it, they will find that this is a very normal thing and they will not doubt Lumian.
"Okay, Charlie has obviously relaxed a lot."
Lumian took another sip of the Green Fairy and asked, which leader of the Stinger Gang have you heard of? Charlie has said before that whether it is the Savoy Party, the Stinger Gang, or several other smaller gang leaders,
They are all in the Honest Market area and have a certain reputation for being used to scare children.
What do you want to do? Charlie's expression instantly became excited.
Asking them something, Lumian chose the most elegant and polite way of saying it.
Charlie was a little disappointed because he couldn't see the excitement. Except for Maggot, I only knew two people. One was Hammer Etter. He used to be in Candide Market, but he often wandered the streets recently. The other was Harman.
No nickname. I saw Maggot walking with him several times and I respect him very much. Well, he is a bald man. The leader of the Stinger Gang is a man named Roger the Black Scorpion. He seems to live on Market Avenue.
Place?
The most recent Haman who can make Margot should be higher than Margot in terms of his status in the Stinger Gang and his own strength. Hammer Aite took over the Mill Dance Hall and the Streets, so he runs here from time to time. Lumian made a brief analysis and set his target on Hammer Aite. He planned to guard this gang leader.
After drinking the absinthe, Lumian and Charlie returned upstairs together. Before they got close to room 207, he saw a box on the ground at the door, with a Savoy Party logo painted on the lid with a black paint pen.
A bullet and a short knife.
The materials that Louis sent over. Lumian bent down to pick up the wooden box, opened the door and entered the room. He opened the lid, and as expected, he saw a dark stone that smelled of bird droppings and a glass jar.
A pair of bloody eyes and a poisonous sac.
Market Avenue, illuminated by yellowish gas lamps.
Ev, the landlord of the Golden Rooster Hotel, led a man to a homeless man who was sleeping with his eyes closed.
My silver coin is right there, he said in a deep voice.
The man following him looked at the homeless man in the dark and asked. He robbed you.
No. Ev’s answer is very certain, no matter the height, body shape or clothes are different.
A robber threw the money he robbed directly to the homeless man. There is something wrong with this matter. The man standing at the edge of the streetlight nodded slightly. We must be prepared for accidents or investigations. Ev hummed and muttered, if he hadn't thrown my silver coins to the homeless man, we could have found him directly. He can sense where the money and property that once belonged to him are within a certain period of time.
The next morning, Lumian stayed at the Golden Rooster Hotel, flipping through Aurore's witchcraft notes. At this time, because he followed Hammer, Art and others for a long time, and they always appeared in the afternoon and went home in the early morning,
So he had to change his study time to the morning.
Charlie went to the nearest Eternal Sun Church early in the morning. When he came back, he was not only in a relaxed state, but also with a smile on his face. He seemed to have found support and received praise.
When it was almost noon, Lumian hid his witchcraft notes and took a walk to Market Avenue. He stood not far from Mr. Ev's apartment and the old Pigeon Cage Theater, wanting to see if the official Beyonder had taken any action.
Action.
Everything was as usual here, with people coming and going. No matter the shops on the street or the passing carriages, there were no signs of what had happened. Lumian observed it for a while and was about to find a nearby restaurant to fill his stomach.
I saw Mr. Ev appearing in the distance.
He was still wearing the white-washed formal suit, thick maroon trousers, a gray round hat with a wide brim, and holding a black handcuff, he walked step by step toward the apartment where he lived.<
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The official Beyonder had not yet appeared. Lumian thought for a moment, walked across Market Avenue, and met the landlord. Good afternoon, Mr. Ev, where are you going? He said hello with a smile. Mr. Ev was stunned.
For a second, I looked at him warily and fearfully. I'm going to the police station to handle something.
The official Extraordinary summoned Mr. Ev through the police station, but the actual questioning was of people with corresponding abilities.
Lumian probably understood why. What puzzled him was that the authorities didn't even discover that Mr. Ev had extraordinary abilities.
Lumian nodded slightly, smiled and said, maybe I can help with something.
No need. Mr. Ev replied cautiously and resistingly. He immediately pointed to the beige apartment, I have to go home.
In order not to arouse suspicion, Lumian did not try to stop him or make any more tests. As he watched Mr. Ev's back step by step away, he frowned slightly. Recalling the conversation just now, he
There was nothing suspicious yet, but he felt that some details were strange, and he had unspeakable feelings.
Lumian subconsciously concentrated his energy. He looked at Mr. Ev's back, trying to sense his recent fortune. The fortune was relatively normal, neither good nor bad, but Lumian's doubts increased instead of decreasing. He and yesterday
When Mr. Ev had dinner together, he habitually sensed the other person's fortune. It was obvious that he was a little unlucky, but just one day later, his fortune changed. What happened in the middle?
Lumian turned around, put his hands in his pockets, and walked along the market avenue like a stroll.