Chapter 62 Determine the situation (please vote for the last three days of May)
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Looking at the black and swollen half of the corpse on the kitchen table, Lumian muttered to himself in a funny way:
"It's really not concealed at all. It deserves to be called the 'City of Exile' Morola..."
Lumian made a brief inspection and confirmed that the highly decomposed corpse was the other body part of the "abscessed hand". Apart from the missing left half, the corresponding head and the "abscessed hand" itself, it was still complete.
If it weren't for the rotten flesh on its spine that was squirming and growing, trying to return to its original state, Lumian couldn't believe that the two "steaks" just brought to him and Albus came from this corpse, let alone
It is said that dozens or hundreds of copies of this "steak" have been sold.
This made Lumian frown slightly, and a question that he had thought about before appeared in his heart again:
Is it necessary to recycle those "steaks" sold?
Judging from the completeness of the rotten corpse, it seems that this is not necessary...
Moreover, it is not a matter of a day or two for the residents of Morola to eat this kind of "steak". It is not known whether they have actually digested the carrion and completed the absorption...
Judging from my sense of the subtle connections between corpses, even if it is digested, it should only change the state of existence of the carrion, and the essence has not changed...
While thinking about it, Lumian seized the time and stuffed the half of the rotting corpse into the "Traveler's Bag", and used a pile of straight swords including the "Sword of Courage" to separate it from the other half of the corpse.
, to prevent them from aggregating before finding the head and causing unnecessary changes.
"So this is what we were given to eat, and it looks quite tempting." When Lumian put away the half of the body of the "Abscessed Hand", Albus's voice sounded from the kitchen door.
This former member of the "Iron Cross" from the Medici family wore a black jacket with dark red patterns, put one hand in his pocket, and sighed.
He didn't feel disgusted at all that he almost ate carrion steak.
Lumian turned around and responded with a smile:
"I'm quite looking forward to you eating it and seeing what kind of changes there will be."
"Gradually acquire a certain amount of self-healing ability, become more powerful on moonlit nights, and be able to master some dark spells." Albus said in a tone of reading an investigation report, "But correspondingly, one's own self-control
Significant decline, IQ showing signs of regression, nightmares continue."
"You also came here to investigate after discovering something unusual about those guys?" Lumian asked with a smile.
His intention in asking such a question was not to make sure, he had already made sure. He was using this to show that he was also here to investigate, rather than knowing that there were half a body in the first place and coming here for it.
"Hunters" must know how to conceal their true purpose to avoid being used as a trap by others.
The red-haired Albus smiled and said:
"They actually want to hide this matter, hoping that only they and their collaborators can share the special food of this bar."
"Who among the residents of Morola is not selfish?" Lumian asked instead, "How do you see that their IQs are showing signs of regression?"
Albus raised his right hand, spread it out and said:
"If my IQ hadn't regressed, how could I have defrauded them of their secrets so easily and found this bar?"
Lumian nodded slightly, looked at Albus, and said thoughtfully:
"That's right, then do I need to kill you to silence you so that this secret doesn't get spread?"
Albus responded to Lumian's gaze calmly, smiled and said:
"You think those idiots can keep a secret?"
After speaking, the member of the Medici family turned around and walked towards the bar hall, exposing his back to Lumian.
Lumian stood there, watching him leave, as if thinking about something.
There was a moment just now when he really had murderous intentions.
He wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to kill Albus Medici so that he would not affect his approach to "0-01", or even get ahead of him and help the "Red Angel" stay on "0-01"
Brand.
Lumian finally resisted the urge in this regard.
There are two reasons for this:
First, he has initially judged that becoming an experimenter will have a very bad impact on his self-awareness. If this is not the only option left, he does not want to try it for the time being. In this case, there will be one more person, one more "cannon fodder" to help him out.
Finding a way out of danger is one of the methods.
Second, he did not have the confidence to kill Albus Medici. If the opponent was still in the same state as when he was exploring the depths of the Red Swan Castle underground palace, he felt that he could easily solve it, but it had been several months.
Now that he has become a "Reaper" and has digested the corresponding magic potion, it is impossible for the other party to make no progress at all.
Moreover, if Albus really came to Morola on behalf of the "Red Angel" to get close to "0-01", the King of Angels would definitely find a way to enhance the strength of this descendant, give powerful items, and ensure that his agent would be in the semi-finals.
They are the top ones below God and can deal with all kinds of dangers in Morola.
Lumian did not leave the kitchen immediately and checked around here again.
He was looking for any other special ingredients - the slightly dull and abnormal behavior of the "Depriver" just now made him suspect that it was eaten randomly in Morola. This belongs to the Extraordinary of the "Gourmet" path.
One of the main causes of death.
Unfortunately, Lumian only found ordinary ingredients such as flour, butter, and milk.
He immediately went up to the second floor of the "Carnivore" bar and entered the "expropriator"'s bedroom.
He plans to live here for a while, as the winner of the duel.
This bedroom was cleaner than Lumian imagined. There were no oil stains, no cockroaches, mice and various bugs. Apart from being slightly messy, there were no other problems.
Lumian walked around the bedroom, trying to activate the black mark on his right shoulder to see if he could "teleport" Morola out.
He could no longer sense the places he had been.
"As expected, there is no way to leave. We can only 'teleport' in the area surrounded by mountains... However, normally no Morola resident would want to leave here... I wonder if Albus will
There are such thoughts..." Lumian muttered silently while taking out the ritual materials from the "traveler's bag".
He started his second experiment:
Summon the messenger!
But whether it was the "doll" messenger or his own messenger, Lumian failed to summon it.
"Is it cut off from the spirit world? At least to a certain extent... It is indeed the place where '0-01' is sealed..." Lumian stood in front of the table by the window, looking at the dim environment outside and the shrinking
After some heavy rain, I felt the coldness filled with water vapor eroding inside.
He started the third experiment according to the predetermined plan.
He walked to the full-length mirror in the room, pressed his right hand on the surface, and activated a black mark on his body.
He is using the contract ability from "Bloody Jack" to sense the mirror marks he left elsewhere!
In just the blink of an eye, Lumian caught three rather vague marks through the mirror in front of him.
They come from Moran Avni's study, the treasure house of the "Blue Avenger" and Francajana's rented apartment.
This means that if Lumian can walk into the mirror, he may be able to use his "teleportation" ability to go to the mirror corresponding to the three marks. Even if not, he should be able to use this to complete the exchange of information with the outside world!
In this regard, Lumian felt both a sense of surprise and a sense of satisfaction that his speculation had been confirmed:
Having read the "0-01" information, he probably knows the origin of this sealed object and its relationship with Trier in the Fourth Age. He feels that since the sealing methods are so similar, many details should be consistent -
There is a special mirror world in Trier, and it probably exists here too. There is a "Mirror Man" in Trier, and it probably exists here too!
According to the data, "if the experimenter had not been blindfolded, the person leaving the mausoleum would be a monster just like him." This is evidence of the existence of the "man in the mirror" and the special mirror world.
Based on these prerequisites, Lumian felt that using abilities related to the mirror world might be able to establish a certain connection with the outside world.
It was with this conjecture that he borrowed the extraordinary item "Mirror Buckle" from Franka. Franka has become the "Witch of Pain" and will be able to trace the "Mirror Buckle" in a few days.
"People" as an excuse to try to get a charm-like item from the Witch Cult that would allow her to move around with the help of the mirror world.
Lumian put his hand into the "traveler's bag" and took out the glass-like cuff pin.
He was not in a hurry to conduct experiments now to confirm whether he could leave directly or just pass information, because the "Mirror Buckle" could only be used four more times, and he would have to wait until there was important information or urgent matters that needed to be communicated before trying again.
Gulu, Gulu... At this time, Lumian heard the sound of hunger coming from his stomach.
He couldn't help but curse:
"Really, the Church of Knowledge is too stingy. They sent me to Morola without even giving me a meal or a mouthful of water. I am not Ludwig and can eat all the meals in the prison...
"
While mumbling, Lumian went down to the first floor and prepared to go to the kitchen to make something to eat. He would wait until the rain stopped before going out to look for the head of "Abscessed Hand".
At this time, the body of the bar owner had been dragged away by the law enforcers, and the blood stains on the ground had been wiped clean by them. However, the burned-out scene of the bombed bar area and the entire hall had not been dealt with, and the glass residue and
The wood fragments are mixed together, and the aroma of wine and burnt flavor dance together.
Lumian had just picked up the bar owner's inheritance - 420 Sassen Gold - left by the law enforcers when he saw a person walking in the door.
That person was none other than Les, a cook of human flesh with a simple and honest face.
Les was dripping wet. He looked around and asked about Lumian:
"Are we hiring chefs here?"
The law of aggregation of extraordinary characteristics? Lumian suddenly laughed:
"Here, you go to the kitchen to make something to eat first. I'll try the food and see how it tastes."