Chapter 160 Old pigeon cage
Mr. Eve also works part-time as a theater actor, or is it just a hobby? Lumian thought suspiciously.
His first reaction was that Mr. Eff, as the owner and landlord of the "Golden Rooster Hotel", even if he was not rich, his financial situation could be called well-off, and he had other industries, so it was unlikely that he would become a part-time theater actor, but remembering Mr. Eff's love for money and his stinginess in spending, Lumian did not dare to guarantee that this guy would not play a tricky role when there was nothing to do, after all, he could make some more money without wasting precious time.
After repeatedly confirming that the character was really Mr. Eff, Lumian set his sights on the name of the poster:
"Fairy in the Forest"
Judging from the accompanying text, this is a classic drama of the Old Pigeon Cage Theater, which is re-staged every once in a while.
Among them, the actress who plays the fairy in the forest has deep facial features, a pure temperament with a little charm, and a pair of lake-colored eyes that are both innocent and holy.
But Lumian didn't think she was very attractive, because she wore bracelets, necklaces and belts woven from branches and green leaves, and wore a laurel crown dotted with many flowers on her head, which immediately reminded Lumian of Ava playing the spring elf in her dream, and Susanna after letting go of her long turquoise hair. Matisse.
For him, these are not pleasant memories, especially the latter, which can be called hideous and disgusting after removing the perspective brought about by the abnormal desires that are induced.
"Charlotte. Calvino." After glancing at the actress's name, Lumian looked for other clues from other posters.
In the end, he found that Mr. Eve participated in three plays of the Old Pigeon Cage Theater, but all appeared as a supporting role among supporting roles, that is, the kind that could immediately pull a personal replacement even if he was absent.
Lumian entered the theater thoughtfully and bought a ticket for 10 ricks.
The old pigeon cage theater is built quite formally, with a large stage at the innermost part, multiple gas wall lamps, thick curtains that have been lifted, and several steam-powered machines.
In front of the stage are rows of seats, which are higher and higher as they go back, arranged in a stepped manner.
Lumian took the ticket stub, found his seat, and sat down.
The drama currently being staged is "The Princess and the Beast", and some of the actors are dressed quite boldly and slightly revealing, which is completely close to the general aesthetic of the honest market area.
After looking at it for a while, Lumian was slightly shocked and sighed in his heart:
"Is this the level of drama in Trier?
"Such theatrical performances can only be nestled in the honest market area? How strong is the level of those theaters in the opera area?"
She would sometimes go to Madame Pualis to borrow a pony to ride, sometimes she would chat with the old ladies of the village of Kordou, sometimes she would gather the children and tell them stories, and sometimes she would take Lumian to the city of Liège to watch plays, operas, circus performances, or go to the underground bookmarket to find inspiration.
Those theatrical performances are like children playing games compared to the old pigeon cage.
The main actors on the front stage all have outstanding acting skills, whether it is expressions, movements, or lines, it is as if the characters in the story have really come to this world, so that Lumian, who was originally just investigating and looking for anomalies, is a little immersed in their performances, and is moved by the inferiority complex, rage, pain of the beast and the innocence, kindness, and sadness of the princess.
Those main actors can support a theater in Dalliege.
When the play ended, Lumian stood up and applauded unsatisfiedly.
He didn't notice anything wrong with the actors, nor did he notice anything unusual in the theater itself when he went to the bathroom during a break in each scene.
After leaving the old pigeon cage, Lumian looked up at the beige apartment diagonally opposite, confirming that several windows on the sixth floor were illuminated by the yellowish light of gas lamps.
According to Mrs. Firth, Mr. Eve would grow some vegetables on the roof himself to save money, so Lumian speculated that Mr. Eff's family lived on the top floor of the apartment, that is, in a room on the sixth floor.
After a brief observation, Lumian's eyes fell on the dimest window.
With Mr. Ef's stinginess, he was reluctant to light an extra gas lamp.
Lumian immediately found an uninhabited and dark corner, staring at the window, patiently waiting for possible changes.
As time passed, a homeless man passed by this place and wanted to use this corner that could block the wind as a bed for tonight, but soon saw a figure sitting in the dark depths, so he had to leave unhappily.
Such things have long been commonplace for Lumian, and they continue to wait unmoved.
It was almost 11 p.m., and the rather dim light in the window went out.
Nearly a quarter of an hour later, Mr. Eff appeared at the door of the apartment in a whitish dark formal suit and maroon duffle trousers.
He looked left and right vigilantly, carrying a calcium carbide lamp, and shadowed along the street to the entrance of the underground Trier more than ten meters away.
Lumian seemed to turn into a statue, watching motionless as the light of Mr. Eve and the calcium carbide lamp disappeared there.
A few minutes later, seeing that no official extraordinary person was following Mr. Ev, he stood up, patted his clothes, and crossed the market avenue to the stone staircase that led to the ground and was covered at a high point.
Lumian didn't try to track it, firstly, he didn't bring lighting tools, only a few candles used in ritual magic, the smell was too obvious, and secondly, he didn't know how strong Mr. Eve was, what he would do in the underground Trier, and what level of power would be involved.
He took a few steps back and shrank to the side of the pilaster of a house on the street, using the shadow to complete the hiding.
It was another long wait, and when midnight was approaching, the calcium carbide lamp illuminated the underground entrance with a little blue light.
Mr. Eff's figure was reflected and stretched a little longer.
As soon as he finished walking down the stone stairs, Lumian pulled down his peaked hat, greeted him, and roared:
"Robbery!"
Lumian wanted to test Mr. Eve's strength in this way, if he was very strong, then a robber would not make him pay too much attention and kill him directly, in that way, Lumian would have the opportunity and space to escape, at most he would be injured and lose some money.
If Mr. Eve doesn't show enough ability, the robbery will turn into a kidnapping, and Lumian will torture the landlord in a corner of the underground Trier, asking him why he is hiding the whereabouts of the tenant before room 504 of the "Golden Rooster Hotel", and asking him why he went to the underworld in the middle of the night.
After hearing the word robbery, Mr. Eve trembled all over.
He resisted and took out a brown leather wallet with great reluctance, and took out a silver coin of 1 filkin from it.
Lumian suddenly had a strong desire, only to find the relief of the little angel on the surface of the silver coin so attractive.
He stretched out his right hand uncontrollably, took the silver coin handed by Mr. Eff, and then turned around and ran away, like a real robber.
After running five or six steps, Lumian woke up a little and noticed something unusual:
"What kind of robber is it to run away after only getting 1 Filkin silver coin?
"Wait, why should I grab silver coins?"
Lumian suddenly woke up, relied on the flexibility of the "dancer", forcibly twisted his body, and stopped.
He saw Mr. Eve running wildly as well.
The landlord of the "Golden Rooster Hotel" crossed the market avenue and ran into the old pigeon cage theater.
Lumian, who was about to catch up, suddenly slowed down.
Mr. Eff's first reaction after being robbed was neither to flee home nor to go to the nearby Market District Police General Headquarters for help, his choice was actually the old pigeon cage theater diagonally opposite his house!
In his opinion, there are people there who can really protect him? Lumian frowned thoughtfully.
In the next second, he turned around and ran away, playing the robber again.
He was worried that after Mr. Eve found the strong man who could protect him, he would chase after him and snatch the silver coin back.
With Mr. Eve's stinginess, it is entirely possible to do such a thing!
And although Lumian doesn't care about 1 Fairkin of silver, if he is caught, his identity will inevitably be exposed.
On the way out of the market avenue, he casually threw the silver coin to a homeless man sleeping on the side of the street.
In Dang's voice, the homeless man opened his eyes and saw a silver cutie lying quietly under the street lamp in front of him.
Back on the streets, Lumian took off his peaked cap, took off his coat, and held them in his hands, returning to his normal walking speed.
After the test just now, he determined that Mr. Eve had abnormalities and extraordinary abilities, but he didn't seem to be very good at fighting.
"He made me suddenly want to take possession of that silver coin, so greedy that I almost lost my mind regardless of my original purpose...... Lumian recalled what had happened just now.
This feeling was quite familiar to him.
Facing Suzanne. Matisse, he had a similar feeling:
Once fear took over the body and mind, and once hatred took over the mind.
"The expression of ability is a bit similar...... Mr. Ev and Suzanne. Is Matisse related? The fate of the tenant before room 504 may not be very good...... 'Fairy in the Forest', leaves, branches, laurels...... The Old Pigeon Cage Theater also collaborated with Suzanne. Matisse has a certain relationship?" Lumian walked back to the "Golden Rooster Hotel" while analyzing.
He turned into the speakeasy and saw Charlie holding a glass of beer and singing loudly with a few tenants:
"We are poor
"Sleeping in the attic......"
Seeing Ciel coming back, Charlie broke free from the hands and feet of the others, walked to the bar seat, and sighed:
"You don't know what happened to me this afternoon, the hotel manager drank me twice, but told me that due to Mrs. Alice's affairs, he could not let me be a formal waiter, but only a low-class handyman.
"It's so hateful, how can I be so unlucky?"
Speaking of this, Charlie was stunned for a moment and muttered to himself:
"Unlucky, unlucky......
After several consecutive times, he looked up in astonishment, looked at Lumian, and saw the smile on the other person's face.
(End of this chapter)