Chapter 133 Tracking (Double Monthly Pass on the Last Day)
Magot's performance, Lumian is no stranger to this kind of performance.
If it were him, he would do the same!
Lumian initially suspected that Maggot was also an extraordinary person, and it was in the "hunter" path, but he was not sure how many of them were in order.
"If the sequence is too high, you won't be able to be a gang leader, unless you need to play ...... If Magot is really an extraordinary person in the 'hunter' path, then he should not exceed sequence 7, and the possibility of being an 'arsonist' is very slim, and Leah and Valentai are only sequence 7, which can already be called elite investigators. Lumian grunted silently as he took two steps back, retracting his gaze and no longer looking over there.
Although it is unlikely that Magot's rank will reach or even exceed Sequence 7, he still does not dare to be careless.
What if his sequence name resembles "Villain" and needs to be played in this way?
What if the Stinger Gang is not as simple as it seems, but is actually a tentacle stretched out by a secret organization and an underground cult, with enough resources and trying its best to restrain itself from being too ostentatious, so as not to be targeted by the authorities?
The probability of these situations is very low, but for Lumian, who lacks intelligence and corresponding occult knowledge, he has to guard against it, because he cannot rule out options or determine how low the possibility is.
In the aisle on the second floor, the man wearing a red shirt and black shoulders, suspected of being Magott, maintained a posture of putting his hands in his pockets and glanced sideways at the three men.
He frowned slightly, a little dissatisfied and puzzled that they had been stained with unnecessary perfume smells.
He immediately set his sights on the ground and sniffed.
He smelled the smell of perfume not only at the staircase, it unabashedly extended to room 207, and there were fresh traces of being smashed by something small but not heavy on the bottom step.
In an instant, the man suspected of Maggot restored what had happened before in his mind based on the information he had collected from the environment:
On the way back to his room, he planned to spray perfume, but he didn't hold it steadily, causing the bottle to fall on the steps at the entrance of the stairs.
This is in line with the mentality of the tenants of the "Golden Rooster Hotel".
The man suspected of Maggot lifted his suspicions and said to his three men:
"When you go back to the Mill Ballroom, remember to change your shoes."
"Okay, boss." The three subordinates answered almost in unison.
It is not surprising that they are often asked to do similar things.
Mill Ballroom...... Lumian in Room 207 overheard their conversation and was basically sure that the man suspected of being an extraordinary person in the "hunter" path was Magot.
After chatting with Charlie in the morning, he walked around the Honest Market area again, chatting with many vendors and the neighbors in the bar, and learned that the Mill Ballroom at No. 3 Random Street was one of the strongholds of the Stinger Gang.
After Maggot and the others went all the way down to the ground floor, Lumian took the wide-brimmed round hat and walked slowly out of the room, following the lingering smell of perfume towards the depths of the street.
Seven or eight minutes later he arrived at the Mill Ballroom, where the smell of inferior perfume from out of town proved that Maggot and his men had returned.
The Mill Ballroom does not have the impressive statues and inscriptions of the Breeze Ballroom, but occupies part of the street road and builds a golden-toned foyer.
On the four stone pillars that support the foyer, gas lamps fenced off by glass covers and black lattice fences dispel the evening darkness.
At this time, the ballroom was already quite lively, and Lumian heard singing, noise, and musical instruments before he even entered.
The layout here is very similar to that of the Breeze Ballroom, with a dance floor in the middle, around which small round tables and chairs are placed, and a half-height wooden platform is vacated in the front, on which a fiery girl stands.
The girl was wearing a sexy and sultry white bolero, her chest could almost show the row of bows above her underwear, she had a black mole on her lips, her brownish-yellow hair was coiled, and her blue eyes were set off big and deep by the black lines outlined.
She sang softly, kicking her right leg high from time to time, and pulled up an off-white fluffy skirt that just reached her knees, which made many drinkers try to squat down and peek into the secrets.
"The attending doctor is a charming man
"He will roll up his shirt sleeves first
"It reminded me of my first lover
"It's just that this doctor is different
"He can find the right position in one go
"I found out, my dear, that he really knows how to ...... with his fingers."
In a faint and seductive singing voice, Lumian walked to the bar seat next to the back and said to the bartender:
"What do you have to eat?"
The bartender asked with a smile:
"How about the Rouen patty? Or do you like common dinners like sausages, bread, and bacon?"
Lumian, who had long known that Triers liked meatloaf, nodded:
"Then two Rouen patties."
"Another cup of apple punch? It can dissolve the greasy taste of the patty." The bartender saw that Lumian didn't ask about the price of the patty, and knew that this was a generous customer and could recommend him a slightly more expensive wine.
Punch is a juice cocktail.
Lumian smiled:
"Yes."
He still has nearly 200 Felkin on him, so he doesn't need to save too much on food and drink, anyway, the intelligence dealer Anthony. Red's final payment cannot be saved by saving.
"Rouen patties are 3 lik each, apple punch is 12 lik." The bartender quickly quoted the price.
Lumian nodded, took out a 1 fil gold and silver coin with a cherub relief and divergent lines on the surface, and threw it to the bartender.
After recovering two copper coins worth 5 coppes, he waited patiently.
At this time, the female singer on stage had finished singing, and the band beat a slightly intense drum.
Many drinkers entered the dance hall and twisted their bodies to the rhythm, venting the stress, fatigue and pain accumulated during the day.
A male drinker sitting near Lumian smiled at his companion:
"I like this atmosphere so much, I don't know who invented this twisting dance, it is much more attractive than the previous four-pair dance! Can you imagine? I often hug my dance partner, but I have to wait a long time for my turn to dance, and my enthusiasm is cold."
The four pairs of dances are also called square dances, in which four pairs of men and women form a square and dance in turn according to the violinist's performance, and finally go around each other.
Another male drinker smiled and said:
"I still prefer cancan and striptease."
The cancan dance is very popular in the Red Princess District, with high kicks and floor splits as the signature moves, those girls are lined up in short skirts and stockings, and when they keep kicking high, they can always attract bursts of applause, and even someone will throw coins on the stage.
Of course, this is also a technical dance, and the best dancers need to kick their legs higher than the tip of the nose or close to the ears.
Lumian listened to the various sounds around him, and from time to time he looked at the staircase where the smell of inferior perfume disappeared out of the corner of his eye.
It didn't take long for two thick patties to be served to him along with a cup of dark red at the bottom and a light red on top, with a little ice floating on it, and a transparent and dreamy alcoholic beverage.
Lumian first took a sip of the apple punch, only to feel the refreshing sweetness, the slight acidity, the spiciness of the alcohol, and the coldness of the ice cubes invigorated him.
Then, he picked up the Rouen patty and took a bite.
The thick and light sweetness of the unleavened dough, combined with the texture of minced meat, the fragrance of fat, and the stimulation of spices, makes Lumian almost unable to stop eating.
After finishing a whole meatloaf, he picked up the apple punch to dissolve the greasy in his mouth.
When dinner was finished, Lumian started drinking alcohol in his hand, listening to the girl's singing while looking at the crowd on the dance floor.
He himself seemed to be infected by this enthusiastic and frenzied atmosphere, and from time to time he swayed his body to the rhythm in the dark bar position.
Whenever he did this, Lumian would glance at the entrance and exit of the stairs to observe the whereabouts of Margot and his men.
It wasn't until almost midnight that Magot, who was wearing a red shirt with shoulders and short yellow hair standing on end, took three thugs downstairs and walked out of the mill ballroom.
Considering that the other party might be an extraordinary person in the "hunter" path, Lumian did not follow immediately, and was mentally prepared to lose, after all, the leather shoes of the three gangsters stained with the smell of inferior perfume had been replaced, and he could no longer rely on his sense of smell to follow far away.
However, he still had some hope, because he had just observed that most of the customers in the dance hall were too involved and too crazy, and from time to time someone accidentally spilled alcohol on the ground, so that there were a lot of wet marks on the way from the staircase to the gate.
As the beat writhes, out of the corner of his eye, Lumian caught sight of Magot's always precise avoidance of the wet ground, which made him more and more sure that the other party was an extraordinary person in the "hunter" path.
Although Magot's three subordinates were reminded and avoided, due to their lack of observation ability, the lighting effect of the gas wall lamp was not so good, and it was inevitable that half of the soles of their feet or one-third of their heels would rub against a little wet stains.
For people who often frequented bars and dance halls, this was an inevitable situation, and Margot was already numb to this, didn't think there was anything wrong, and didn't think there was any need to worry too much.
They left for nearly a minute before Lumian got up from the bar and walked out of the mill ballroom.
At this time, there were very few pedestrians on the road, only a few drunkards were left singing and cursing, and under the broken gas street lamps was a large area of darkness, illuminated purely by the crimson moonlight at high altitude.
Thanks to the presence of the four gas sconces at the entrance of the ballroom, Lumian found many footprints with some wet marks, some of which had been gone for a long time, and some had just passed by.
Among them, three pairs of footprints were close together and always appeared at the same time, and after Lumian carefully surveyed, it was found that there was a pair of faint, very difficult to spot footprints in front of them without any wet marks.
Lumian laughed and whispered to himself:
"Always mixing with stupid pigs and insects will only harm you."
ps: Double the last day to ask for a monthly pass~
(End of this chapter)