Looking at the open door of the mechanical lift and the slender black figure reflected next to him, Lumian raised his eyebrows and tilted his head calmly.
He found that there was an extra person diagonally behind him.
The man was a male, tall and thin, wearing a very complicated and even layered black robe. His face looked pale as if he had not been exposed to the sun for a long time, and his black hair was covered with a fluffy black hat.
There is a white, gently swaying feather stuck on the brim of the black hat.
Lumian withdrew his gaze and walked into the mechanical elevator. The tall, thin man with dark brown eyes followed him in without making any movement.
Lumian stretched out his right palm, grasped the brass handle inside, pressed it down to the number representing the third underground floor, and heard a click sound.
After Lumian had chosen the floor he wanted to go to, the tall, thin man wearing a black hat with white feathers also made the same move. He pulled the brass handle to the eighteenth floor underground.
After waiting for a moment, there was the sound of steam gushing not far away, the gears began to rotate, the chains quickly tightened, and the mechanical lift with a rather luxurious interior slowly sank downwards.
Neither of the two people in the compartment spoke, and it was unusually quiet.
Soon, the mechanical lift stopped at the third underground floor. Lumian walked out slowly and walked to suite No. 7 without looking back.
When he heard the sound of the metal chain being pulled further behind him again, he muttered to himself thoughtfully:
"That Mr. Ivelista?"
Ivelista lives on the 18th floor underground, and her servants are all dead.
The way Ivelista appeared and the state of his servant made Lumian suspect that this was a "revenge spirit", a Sequence 5 "revenge spirit" of the "Prisoner" path.
The "Prisoner" path is controlled by the "Rose School of Thought". Whether it is the "Temperance School" or the "Indulgence School", they are inseparable from this secret organization. There should not be many "hateful souls" who do not belong to the "Rose School of Thought".
A rare wild "revenge spirit", or the vanguard of the "Rose School" to attack Port Palos? Well, the possibility of being a member of the "Temperance Sect" cannot be ruled out. At least in this brief minute or two, I didn't see that Ivey
Lista has various traces of long-term indulgence of desire... Lumian decided to write the observation just now in a letter to Ms. "Magician".
Whether it is good or bad is determined by professionals!
Returning to Suite No. 7, Lumian saw Ludwig sitting at the dining table, holding a silver spoon and digging into the food in the ceramic soup pot.
The dish was topped with a layer of cheese mixed with egg liquid, and was slightly burnt in many places. Through the large holes dug by Ludwig, Lumian could see pork, beef, and fish stewed together underneath.
Ingredients such as shrimps, shells, potatoes and tomatoes, the rich flavor of spices mixed with the aroma of the meat itself, make the entire living room and dining room full of magic that makes people salivate.
Ludwig ate quietly, while Lugano stood up and asked diligently:
"Would you like some? This is a very local 'Isio'. Different chefs choose different ingredients, and the taste will be different."
Ludwig turned his head, glanced at Lugano, said nothing, and continued eating, only speeding up the progress.
Lumian sat next to Ludwig, smiled and said to the little boy who had a mouth full of cheese and juice:
"I originally planned to bring you some better midnight snacks, but then I thought about it and gave up."
"What kind of midnight snack?" Lugano asked cooperatively and curiously.
"You don't want to know." Lumian smiled like a devil.
The late-night snack he mentioned was the body of "serial killer" Bram.
He originally wanted to bring a few pieces back and give them to Ludwig to see what kind of "nourishment" the little boy could harvest and what kind of information he could convey, but after considering that he had already asked, "psychic" also "
"Channeling" passed, and considering Bram's position, he probably didn't know much about the abnormalities of the Andrerad family, so Lumian cautiously gave up the plan of feeding Ludwig.
——According to his observation, Ludwig can regain a certain amount of strength after eating to a certain extent. If he is not restricted by the seal and is so dead, if he is fed the corpse of a Sequence 7 Beyonder, he might be able to appear.
Qualitative change, when the time comes, Lumian is afraid that his strength is not enough to deal with possible accidents, and Ludwig will cook him into delicious food and eat it in his stomach.
The silver spoon in Ludwig's hand paused for two seconds and said:
"Since you didn't bring it, why did you say it?"
Oh, are you a little angry? Lumian chuckled secretly and said:
"To tell you that we have come to the adventurer's paradise, the kingdom of chaos, and you will have many opportunities to eat good food."
He was hinting to Ludwig - behave well and I won't forget to find "delicious food" for you!
Ludwig stuffed the potatoes stewed until soft on the spoon into his mouth and answered vaguely:
"I don't want to go to school."
Does that mean that as long as you don't go to school, everything else is negotiable? Of course, the premise is that you pay for enough food... Lumian stood up satisfied, walked back to the bathroom attached to the master bedroom, turned on the faucet, and started washing.
Buzz, the brass faucet is flowing hot water with a moderate temperature.
Lumian soaked the towel and unwrapped it, and the hot steam hit his face, feeling refreshed all over.
——The Orella Hotel uses steam engines to power machinery such as mechanical lifts, which requires the boiler to be running all the time and boil water. Therefore, providing hot water around the clock is one of its selling points.
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The next morning, Lumian, wearing a golden straw hat, appeared on Cania Street next to Resurrection Square in Palos Port.
This was once the center of Intis colonial rule in Matani State. You can see street signs and shop names marked with Intis characters everywhere. Lumian easily followed the Intis sycamore trees and arrived there.
In front of a four-story off-white house with a very luxurious Intis style.
The signs here read in Dutan, Intis, Plateau, Loen and Fusac languages respectively:
"Palos Patrol"
There are five lines of reminders with the same meaning at the bottom of the sign:
"Only dealing with paranormal events."
Fully considering the needs of adventurers from different countries to report crimes... Lumian joked and walked into this off-white house.
There was no one in the hall of the house. There was only one receptionist who was sitting idle on a chair, reading today's local tabloid.
He was an indigenous man in his thirties with dark brown skin and jet black hair, with a thin face and dark brown eyes.
"I want to report a crime." Lumian walked over and said in Intis.
The native looked up at him, stood up unsteadily, pushed open a barrier at the back, and shouted something inside.
Lumian could barely understand that he was speaking in Tutanese:
"Someone who understands Intis or Plateau language..."
You can't do this. Since you don't understand foreign languages, don't waste time reading newspapers and study hard... Lumian cursed at the front desk, maintained a gentle smile, and waited patiently for other patrol team members to come out.
In just a minute or two, a young man with shaggy brown hair, who looked like he had fallen asleep after washing his hair before it was completely dry last night, pushed the door open from the depths of the hall.
Wearing a white shirt and an unbuttoned yellow vest, he put one hand in his pocket, came to Lumian, and said in fluent Intis:
"What case do you want to report?"
Lumian looked at this young man with brown eyes who was obviously from the Northern Continent, holding a cigarette in his hand for a few seconds, and replied with a very reserved smile:
"I found a murderer."
The young man with chiseled features and fairly good facial features pointed at the door in a funny way:
"The murderer goes to the other side to find the police."
Diagonally opposite the patrol team is the Puerto Palos Police Headquarters.
Lumian still had that reserved smile:
"That's a serial murderer."
"Serial murderer..." The young man holding a cigarette in his hand muttered silently to himself, and his expression suddenly became serious:
"How did you know?"
"I found a lot of cut lips, human lips, in his home." Lumian still smiled cautiously.
"Cut off lips?" The young man who had not buttoned up his yellow vest asked seriously and urgently, "Where is his home?"
Lumian thought about it and said:
"I can't spell the street name, but I can take you to the spot. I can find it. It's on a certain street near the Piranha Bar."
The young man forced himself to calm down, took a puff of cigarette and said:
"Where is the murderer? Have you seen what he looks like?"
"He is dead." Lumian replied truthfully.
The young man was stunned for two seconds:
"How did you die?"
The corners of Lumian's mouth lifted up a little, revealing a smile that was no longer restrained:
"I killed him."
The expression of the young man with fluffy brown hair suddenly froze.
He stared at Lumian, and after a few seconds he said:
"Are you an adventurer, here to claim the reward?"
The serial murders committed by Bram were all local, so there was a wanted warrant issued by General Querarir, but there was no corresponding name or appearance on the wanted warrant, only a description of the case, because the suspect had not yet been identified.
Lumian smiled and said:
"That's right, but you can also take it."
The young man frowned:
"What do you mean?"
"The reward is yours." Lumian did not hide his intention to bribe the other party at all.
The young man glanced at Lumian:
"What do you want?"
"I want the files on the serial murder case four years ago and the related items you collected." Lumian replied calmly.
There might be something Ludwig can eat in here.
The young man fell silent, as if weighing the pros and cons.
Finally, he scratched his brown hair and said:
"I can show you the case files and related items, but you can't take them away, you can only copy them.
"Also, I need to go to the scene first to confirm whether it is the serial killer."
"Okay." Lumian stretched out his right hand and said with a smile, "Happy cooperation."
The young man stretched out his hand and shook his hand:
"Happy cooperation, you can call me Camus, what about you?"
Lumian smiled again:
"Louis Berry."
Louis Berry... Why does this name sound familiar... Camus thought about it as he walked into the door deep in the hall, preparing to find two teammates to go with him.