The reason why Charlie was stunned was because he remembered that Charles had reminded him that he might have encountered something bad recently in the morning, and in the afternoon he had lost the job opportunity he was looking forward to, and wasted several Felkin drinks in vain.
This made him, who was already not well-off, even more stressed.
Looking at Ciel's smiling expression, Charlie subconsciously lowered his voice:
"Can you tell fortunes?"
The divination seems to be very accurate!
"Didn't I tell you? I guessed." Lumian didn't stumble at all.
Of course, this is not entirely false, but he made a guess based on the fortune he sensed, just like knowing the correct answer when doing a question and then making up the process.
Charlie looked disbelieving, but he didn't question it, he asked expectantly:
"Is my bad luck gone now?"
Lumian turned his head sideways, concentrating, and his eyes deepened a little.
His expression gradually became solemn and serious.
Seeing Ciel's reaction, Charlie's heart suddenly jumped, and his mouth was dry with nervousness:
"What, what's wrong?"
Lumian pursed his mouth and said:
"You will have a disaster recently."
Charlie's expression collapsed suddenly, his face was blue and white, no longer rosy as before.
Lumian laughed:
"Just kidding, although you won't have any luck recently, you won't be too unlucky."
This shows that Suzanne. Even if Matisse's problem has not been completely resolved, it will not break out for a while.
Charlie couldn't believe Lumian's words a little:
"Really?"
"Fake! Anyway, if you want to believe it, you can believe it, and if you don't want to believe it, I have no objection." Lumian asked for a glass of absinthe ouzo and smiled indifferently.
His attitude actually made Charlie breathe a sigh of relief, sat down on the high stool next to him, took a sip of rye beer and said:
"I thought it was, but that matter hasn't really ended yet."
It's not impossible...... Lumian didn't try to scare Charlie anymore.
Charlie looked at the bar in front of him and said:
"You know what? In that second just now, I wanted to do the lowest handyman, so I quickly moved out of the market area."
Lumian glanced at him:
"If something really happens, you can't escape wherever you move."
Charlie's face suddenly turned bitter on his face, which could not be concealed.
Lumian then added:
"You might as well go to the nearest Church of the Eternal Sun and pray more.
"By the way, I had dinner with the landlord, Mr. Eff, today, and when we talked about room 504, he acted a little strange, as if he knew the whereabouts of the tenant before him, but refused to tell him."
Charlie was stunned for a few seconds before he understood what Ciel was referring to.
He lowered his voice again:
"Stick, post a portrait of that woman?"
Lumian nodded slowly but surely.
Charlie was silent for a while, and muttered to himself:
"That woman's matter is related to Mr. Eff? Does he know that there is something wrong with that portrait?
"I, I have to tell this about it, tell those people, I will go to the nearest church at dawn and tell the priest ......"
Yes, after a few days of teaching, he is much smarter than Louis of the Savoie party, and he can understand my hints at once...... Lumian picked up his glass with satisfaction and took a sip of the visually stunning green liquid.
He didn't know anything about the specific situation of the old pigeon cage theater, he didn't know whether the problem was serious or not, to what extent, he wanted to investigate on his own, and without a week or two, he couldn't collect enough useful information at all, and even if he did, he might not have the ability to deal with it, so it was better to find a way to remind the officials from the beginning and let them follow up.
After Charlie made up his mind, he glanced at Pavard who was bartending. Neeson, seeing that he didn't pay attention to this side, asked Lumian in a low voice:
"If they ask me where I got the news, how should I answer?"
"Just say what you heard when you were chatting with me." Lumian said calmly.
Thanks to Charlie's previous "publicity", the police in the honest market area should know that the "Golden Rooster Hotel" has become the territory of the Savoyard party Charles, so it is inevitable that Ciel and the landlord, Mr. Eff, will meet for dinner and chat.
At that time, the official extraordinary person would find that this was a very normal thing and would not suspect Lumian.
"Okay." Charlie obviously relaxed a lot.
Lumian pursed his mouth again, "Green Fairy", and asked instead:
"What leaders have you heard of the Stinger Gang?"
Charlie said before that whether it is the Savoyard Party, the Stinger Gang, or a few other smaller gangsters, the leaders have a certain reputation in the honest market area and can be used to scare children.
"What do you want to do?" Charlie's expression instantly became excited.
"Ask them something." Lumian chose the most elegant and polite statement.
Charlie was slightly disappointed because he couldn't see the excitement:
"Except for Magot, I only know two, one is 'Hammer' Aite, he was originally on the side of the honest market, and he has been to the streets in recent days, one is called Harman, no nickname, I have seen Magot walk with him several times, and I respect him very much, well, he is a bald head.
"The boss of the Stinger Gang is a man named 'Black Scorpion' Roger, who seems to live somewhere on Market Avenue......"
Can make Magot respect, that Haman should be higher than Magot in terms of his status in the Stinger Gang and his own strength...... "Hammer" Aite took over the mill dance hall and the chaotic street turf, so he runs here from time to time? Lumian made a slight analysis and set his sights on "Hammer" Aite.
He planned to squat on this gang leader in the next few days to find out the other party's movement patterns and daily performance.
After drinking absinthe, Lumian and Charlie returned upstairs together.
Before he got close to room 207, he saw a wooden box on the ground at the door, with a Savoyard logo painted on the lid with a black paint pen:
"A bullet and a short knife."
The materials sent by Louis? Lumian bent down to pick up the wooden box, opened the door and entered the room.
After he opened the lid, he unexpectedly saw a dark stone smelling of bird droppings, a pair of blood-colored eyeballs and a poison sac contained in a glass jar.
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Market Avenue, illuminated by yellowish gas street lights.
The landlord of the "Golden Rooster Hotel", Eff, led a person to a homeless man who was sleeping with his eyes closed.
"My silver coin is here!" He said in a deep voice.
The man behind him glanced at the homeless man in the darkness and asked:
"Did he rob you?"
"No." Eve replied very surely, "No matter height, body shape, or clothes, it's different."
"A robber threw the money he got directly to the homeless man...... There is indeed a problem with this matter." The man standing on the edge of the street light nodded invisibly, "We have to be prepared to deal with accidents or investigations."
Eve said "hmm" and muttered in a low voice:
"If he doesn't throw my silver coins to the homeless man, we can find him directly."
He can sense where the money and property that once belonged to him are within a certain period of time.
…………
The next morning, Lumian stayed at the "Golden Rooster Hotel", flipping through Aurore's sorcery notes.
This is because he had to squat and follow "Hammer" Aite and others for a long time, and they always appeared in the afternoon and went home in the early morning, so he had to change his study time to the morning.
Charlie went to the nearest "Eternal Sun" church early in the morning, and when he came back, he was not only relaxed, but also smiling, as if he had found support and praise.
Near noon, Lumian hid his sorcery notes and walked to Market Avenue, standing not far from Mr. Eff's apartment and the old pigeon cage theater, wanting to see if the official extraordinary had taken action.
Everything was business as usual here, people came and went, neither the shops on the street nor the carriages passing by, revealing any signs of what had happened.
Lumian observed for a while, and was about to find a nearby restaurant to fill his stomach when he saw Mr. Eve appear in the distance.
He was still wearing the whitish formal dress and maroon duffle trousers, a grayish wide-brimmed round hat, and a black cane, walking step by step towards the apartment where he lived.
The official extraordinary has not appeared yet? Lumian thought for a moment, crossed the market avenue, and met the landlord.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Eve, where have you been?" He greeted with a smile.
Mr. Eff was stunned for a second, then glanced at him vigilantly and fearfully, and said:
"I'll go to the police station to deal with something."
The official extraordinary summoned Mr. Eff through the police station, but it was actually someone with the corresponding ability who was actually in charge of questioning? Lumian probably understood why.
But what puzzled him was:
The official didn't even find out that Mr. Eve had extraordinary abilities?
Lumian nodded lightly and said with a smile:
"What's the matter? Maybe I can help."
"No need." Mr. Eff replied cautiously and resistantly.
He immediately pointed to the beige apartment:
"I have to go home."
In order not to arouse suspicion, Lumian did not try to stop it, nor did he do any more temptations.
He frowned slightly as he watched Mr. Eff's back move away step by step.
Recalling the conversation just now, he didn't find anything suspicious, but he felt that some details were strange and indescribable.
Lumian subconsciously concentrated and looked at Mr. Eff's back, trying to sense his recent fortune.
That fortune is relatively normal, neither good nor bad.
But Lumi's doubts in Anxin did not decrease but increased.
When he had dinner with Mr. Eve yesterday, he was accustomed to sensing each other's fortunes.
It's a bit unlucky!
It's only been a day, and his fortune has changed, what happened in the middle? Lumian turned around, hands in his pockets, and walked along the market avenue like a walk.
(End of this chapter)