Lumian remained patient and waited until midnight.
When it was almost 11:30, there was no light in the glass window corresponding to Ev's room, but no one left the apartment.
It looks like the cheapskate saw that it was getting late, so in order to save gas bills, he simply turned off the lights and went to bed.
As midnight approaches, the last play at the Old Pigeon Cage Theater comes to an end, and the audience leaves one after another without anyone entering.
Lumian thought to himself again: "Is it true that the answer obtained by the "prophecy technique" is not accurate enough? After all, the ritual magic is a prayer to myself, so it is understandable that the effect is not good. Well, this is a
A possibility."
"But what if, what if the "technique of prophecy" is correct?"
Lumian's thoughts changed and he was horrified.
He suddenly turned his head and looked at the gate of the Old Pigeon Cage Theater surrounded by posters.
If "The Art of Prophecy" is correct, it means that Mr. Efe really stayed at the Old Pigeon Cage Theater from 11 o'clock to 12 o'clock.
And Mr. Eve is really at the Old Pigeon Cage Theatre. Who is the Mr. Eve who just entered the apartment but did not leave?
He is most likely fake!
Fake!
"No way..."
Lumian couldn't believe the speculation he had made. It was not like he had never met Mr. Ev or chatted with him. How could he be deceived by a fake person?
In comparison, he is more willing to believe that the "prophecy technique" is not effective.
"Perhaps, there is a tunnel at the bottom of the apartment leading to the old Pigeon Cage Theater?" Lumian tried hard to find the reason.
It is easier to build a tunnel in Trier than in other cities. You only need to dig a short section and connect it to the underground tunnels and sewers. However, it is also easy to find because there are really no people in Trier underground.
People come and go, there are often quarry police patrols, smuggling caravans passing by, and planters passing by. Unless the tunnel is dug into a deeper area, or there is a good way to cover the entrance and exit, it will not take long for someone to squat down.
.
And if Mr. Ev's apartment really had a similar tunnel, he wouldn't have gone out to the nearby underground Trier entrance after dark last time.
While his thoughts were swirling, Lumian recalled two things: First, when he first met Mr. Ev, he "saw" his luck. As a result, when he "met" him the next day, he found that his luck was strangely strange.
Changed.
Second, Mr. Ev obviously has extraordinary abilities, and he most likely believes in the evil god "Mother Tree of Desire", and his sequence is not high. However, when the official extraordinary person brought him to the police headquarters for questioning, nothing unusual was found.
Combining the contradiction between the answer of "the art of prophecy" and reality, Lumian narrowed his eyes and said to himself in a deep voice: "Is it true or false?"
After being "robbed" by him, was the person living in the apartment opposite the fake Mr. Efe?
That's why the change in fortune occurred, and the official Beyonders didn't find out the problem?
"Why does he look exactly the same as Mr. Ev? Did he use magical items like "Peeping Glasses" to make up, or other methods? The fake Mr. Ev is an ordinary person? The real Mr. Ev has been hiding in his old house.
A pigeonhole somewhere?"
The more Lumian thought about it, the more creepy he felt. He had directly replaced someone in this way and no one noticed!
The person in the mirror on Christo’s side will at least have his left and right sides reversed!
"This is getting more and more weird, and you are worthy of being a believer in the evil god."
Lumian sighed from the table.
From the various abilities of that perverted Hudsey, he had already guessed that Mr. Ive should have noticed something abnormal after being "robbed". After all, 1 Firkin is money, and no robber would be willing to throw it away, and if it was really thrown away
, it means that robbery is not the real purpose, so it is understandable that Mr. Ev was prepared to hide it from the official Beyonders. Lumian just didn't expect that they would use such a weird method.
They actually created a person who looks exactly like Mr. Ev!
For a moment, Lumian could not tell whether the fake husband in the apartment was an ordinary person who had been given "magic makeup" by an extraordinary person or a believer of an evil god with special abilities.
If yes
For the former, he really wants to take advantage of the silence of the night to go directly to the door, arrest the other person, beat him up, demand the truth, and then throw him to the police headquarters or a certain church to let the official extraordinary person finish it off.
If it was the latter, he would not dare to be too reckless. No one knew what sequence that fake was equivalent to and what abilities it had.
Lumian turned his head again and glanced at the brick-red three-story building where the old Pigeon Cage Theater was located, and found that no audience came out of the door.
This gave up his idea of going in and taking a look again.
Today's last drama has come to an end. After thinking for a while, Lumian decided to make some preparations.
He stood up slowly and walked towards the Honest Market along the shadows beyond the light of the gas street lamp.
Along the way, he kept looking at the homeless people sleeping in the corners on the roadside, his eyes were deep and serious.
Finally, he found a suitable target: the homeless man huddled under the street in the alley. His clothes were in tatters and covered with mud. There were wounds on his legs that had been bitten by stray dogs. The blood stains were hideous and yellow.
liquid.
In Lumian's eyes, this guy is riddled with bad luck. He will encounter a series of disasters in the next two or three days, and may even be life-threatening.
This is a good "material" for performing the "Transportation Technique"! Yes, Lumian plans to use the ritual magic "Transportation Technique" that comes with the "Mendicant Monk" to create an item that can convey bad luck.
If the fake Mr. Ev is very unlucky and always encounters various problems, then he will most likely expose his problems to the official extraordinary people!
Based on this idea, Lumian has just been selecting the most unlucky homeless people - this group itself belongs to the kind of bad luck.
Pulling down his peaked cap, he walked to the homeless man's side, turning his back to the gas street lights on the street outside, hiding his face completely in the shadows.
Lumian immediately squatted down, put on his black gloves and pushed the homeless man.
"You..."
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The homeless man woke up and asked with a hint of pain and confusion.
"I need your help with something, are you willing?"
Lumian took out a silver coin worth 1 fel gold, with little angels and diverging lines engraved on it.
The tramp's bare face was sucked into the silver coin, and he nodded without hesitation: "No problem!" As he said that, he stretched out his hand, and he seemed to be able to smell the sour leather and thick leather on his nose.
The smell of meatloaf.
After getting the silver coin, the tramp's eyes suddenly straightened, he looked behind Tomian and blurted out in shock: "That's..."
When Lumian turned his head, he pressed his hands and stood up abruptly, trying to climb over the barricade and run to the bottom of the alley.
Why give money to a homeless man and ask him to cooperate in doing something? It sounds very dangerous!
A normal homeless man's third choice is of course to take the money and run away!
Snap!
Lumian withdrew his right hand and calmly watched the homeless man fall softly on the barricade and passed out.
From the beginning, he never thought about letting the homeless man wake up and see everything, because even if he blindfolded the other person's eyes and plugged the other person's ears, it might still be dangerous, and there was a certain probability that his identity and "transportation" would be exposed.
"This is a very strange ritual magic.
Therefore, his plan is to ask for the other party's opinion and directly knock him unconscious after getting permission.
Humian supported the homeless man by supporting his drunken companion, and took him to the nearest entrance to the underground Trier. He hid him in a hidden place nearby, tied his hands and feet, blindfolded his eyes, and blocked the entrance.
Ears.
After doing all this, he sneaked back to the Breeze Ballroom, found a carbide lamp, and brought the corresponding tools. Then, he returned to the entrance, picked up the unconscious homeless man, and went all the way to the front where he performed the "Art of Prophecy"
"That quarry is empty.
Different from last time, although this time it is still a two-yuan ritual, the orange candle at the top, which represents the object of prayer such as gods, has been replaced by an off-white one.
It also contains Lumian's blood.
In order to increase the probability of success, Lumian planned to use the ritual magic to seal the dirt on his chest
Dye "prayer" and mobilize a little bit of its power.
After simply setting up the altar and creating the "spiritual wall", he stabbed the homeless man with the dagger of the pervert Hudsey, causing his blood to flow into a metal vial.
The homeless man woke up because of this, but was knocked unconscious again in an instant.
Lumian immediately disinfected and bandaged his wounds, mixed the blood with the ashes from several of his burned hairs to create a kind of "black water", picked up the finest paintbrush, and painted on a piece of imitation sheepskin. On the paper, several complex and mysterious symbols are outlined.
There were rings of black thorns that he was familiar with, small snakes intertwined head to tail, rivers of small snakes, twisted lines, weird eyes, etc., etc.
After barely finishing the painting, cold sweat broke out on Lumian's forehead.
He placed the homeless man and the imitation parchment full of symbols on the boulder that served as the altar, dripped perfume into the fire, sprinkled the powder, took two steps back, and looked at the gently shaking side. Huang Zhuhuo said in ancient Hermes: "The power of fate! You are the past, the present, and the future. You are the cause, the result and the process."
Like many times before, the candlelight representing the gods was first compressed to the extreme, and then expanded to the size of a fist, silvery white with black, while the surrounding things were distorted, gray fog was everywhere, and there was a black wind. Blow through.
Lumian, whose ears were full of crazy murmurs, suppressed his dizziness and said in Hermes: "I pray to you: I pray that you change the fate of this poor man; I pray that you take away his misfortune."
After thinking of this, Lumian took a step forward, placed the imitation parchment full of mysterious symbols on the silver-white and black candle, lit it, and placed it in the natural depression on the surface of the altar.
The next second, he took out a gold coin worth 5 fils gold, engraved with a sunbird, and placed it next to the homeless man's hand.
For misers, money is something they cannot refuse, it will be the best medium!
Lumian, who seemed to be carrying a heavy weight, took a step back. He waited until the imitation parchment burned out before reciting the final incantation: "Gray amber, the herb of fate, please pass your power to my incantation... …"
The entire altar suddenly became bright and extremely illusory, and there seemed to be an illusory, complicated, cold mercury-silver river flowing quietly in front of Lumian's eyes.
It wrapped the homeless man and the gold coin inside, making the whispering in Lumian's ears clearer and making the blue blood vessels on his face bulge one after another.
Lumian instinctively feared the pain similar to praying for "grace". Suddenly, the illusory picture shrank and fell on the surface of the gold coin on the altar.
Everything then returned to normal, except that the gold coin looked a little dull under the silvery white and black light.