"Why do you have such a dream? It's just like the real thing......" Lumian slowed down and checked his physical condition, but he didn't find anything unusual.
But in the dream just now, he was not much different from wearing "secret glasses" again, and he saw more things.
After thinking for a while, Lumian suspected that after wearing the "secret glasses" three times in a row, the negative effects remained, and then he encountered the environment of the Breeze Ballroom, where old bones were buried, so he had a certain manifestation in the dream.
"It seems that there is really something wrong with the underground here......" Lumian sighed silently, turned out of bed, put on his coat, and planned to sleep in another place to verify his speculation.
At this time, the night was very dark, and there was no light shining through the breeze ballroom, so he followed the shadows on the side of the road all the way back to the Golden Rooster Hotel, where the door was locked.
This was not difficult for Lumian, he didn't try to knock on the door to wake up Mrs. Firth, who was not very good-natured, and went around to the side, along the water pipe, and climbed into the balcony on the second floor.
In room 207, Lumian slept until six o'clock in the morning, and only had two short dreams sporadically in the middle, which were normal.
"Sure enough, it was the old bones deep underground in the Breeze Ballroom that triggered the remnants of the 'Secret Glasses' power ...... on my body," Lumian sat up with joy and a little disappointment.
He originally planned to use the "Secret Glasses" to make one or two pictures with supernatural powers every day, and accumulate them for possible future needs, but now it seems that the "Secret Glasses" cannot be used too often, at least until all the previous negative effects have subsided before trying again, otherwise over time, some very terrifying and weird things are likely to happen, and eventually let him die mysteriously like the "lawyer" who left the glasses, leaving only a strange oil painting with abnormal effects that will last for a long time.
"Go to the Breeze Ballroom tonight to sleep, and judge whether the negative effects are completely gone by whether you have that kind of dream or not...... After that, you can't wear it more than twice in a row in a short period of time...... These are all details that Mr. K didn't mention, well, you still have to use it yourself and experience it before you can understand it intuitively......" Lumian got up in high spirits and went to the bathroom to finish washing.
It was still early, and the early morning seemed very quiet, and there was almost no scramble for the bathroom.
And Mrs. Firth came up from time to time to check the water meters on each floor to see if anyone was wasting tap water.
- The contract signed between the Golden Rooster Lodge and the Imperial Water Company is to supply no less than 250 liters of water per day, no more than 500 liters, and 100 felkin per year.
Lumian took his time to the café on White Coat Street, tried more distinctive foods such as sabre cookies and croissant-like but fluffier brioche bread, and then found a place to exercise.
When he returned to the Golden Rooster Hotel, he saw Charlie sitting on the steps outside the door in a linen shirt and black trousers, taking a bite of a meatloaf with a sip of apple cider sour.
"So early?" Lumian asked with a smile.
The Breeze Ballroom closes at two o'clock in the middle of the night, and it is not yet half past eight in the morning.
Charlie didn't know for a moment whether to get up quickly and greet the boss, or get along as usual, hesitated for a moment before standing up, and said with a smile:
"I have to sleep a little longer and get ready to go to the ballroom.
"I don't think I can always be like this, I have to have a little time to sleep or work, otherwise, I will feel, feel ......"
The Breeze Ballroom opens at 10:30 a.m. at the earliest.
"Do you feel like you don't have your own life, like a machine dedicated to work?" Lumian helped Charlie complete the following words.
"Yes, yes!" Charlie deeply agreed, "You are really cultured! Sometimes, you don't look like a gangster at all, uh, not like the leader of the Savoyard party, but more like a civilized person!"
If nothing else, I should be studying at a university in Memorial Parish right now, and in my spare time, I will go on an adventure with my classmates to the underground Trier...... Lumian felt gloomy, turned to concentrate, and stared at Charlie.
This is what he used to observe Susanna. Whether Matisse's question still exists and when will it erupt?
"You, what are you looking at?" Charlie was a little panicked, "Do you see any problem?"
Recently, my fortune has been quite normal and relatively stable...... Lumian felt relieved, raised his right hand with a smile, and waved it behind Charlie's back:
"Good morning, Susanna!"
Charlie turned around, his eyes widened, not letting go of any detail.
A few seconds later, he exhaled, half sideways, squeezed out a smile, and said to Lumian:
"You're joking again."
That name is his recent lingering nightmare.
"I'm exercising your psychological endurance, so that if something really goes wrong, you won't panic and can't think of a way." Lumian patted Charlie on the shoulder earnestly.
It was almost half past ten, and he returned to the Breeze Ballroom.
As soon as they entered the door, Louis and Sakota greeted them and said in unison:
"Boss, there's something wrong!"
"What's the matter?" Lumian asked with a smile, as if he couldn't see the anxiety and uneasiness of his two subordinates.
Louis glanced at the staircase and said in a low voice:
"'Red Boots', 'Giant', 'Mouse' are all here, something very serious should have happened."
"Every boss is here?" Lumian recalled what he had done recently, and did not find any party that had offended all the heads of the Sava Party.
He has been very safe these days!
"Yes." Louis nodded heavily.
Lumian went up to the second floor indifferently and saw Franka and the others.
Franka changed into a pair of darker and darker red boots, wearing light-colored trousers and a short dark skirt that Trier has recently become popular to match with pants, and wore a more masculine formal outfit over it.
She raised her right leg and rested it on her left leg, smiling as she looked at Lumian who was walking over.
On her right was Baron Brignel in formal attire and top hat, and on the left was a man no more than 1.6 meters tall, with a thin face and two mouse whiskers.
"'Mouse' Christo." Baron Briniel introduced Lumian quite politely.
He then pointed to a man opposite and said:
"'Bloody Palm' Black."
Blake has brown hair and blue eyes, a round face, looks like he is in his early thirties, with a kind smile, and he doesn't look like a gang leader at all.
He was wearing clothes closer to formal attire, with two large palms with well-defined joints, holding a slow-burning cigar.
"Good morning everyone." Lumian dragged a chair with a backrest and sat nearly a meter away from the table, posing that I was the owner of this place.
"Giant" Simon glanced at him, took a puff of his cigarette, and exhaled gray-blue smoke and said:
"Crystal is in some trouble and needs our help."
"What's the trouble?" Lumian set his sights on "Mouse" Crystal.
This is an important contributor to the huge profits of the Breeze Ballroom.
Although the smuggled liquor he sold must have a markup, the fact that there was no tax alone was much cheaper than the prices of those liquor wholesale stores in Trier, and a large part of what Christo sold was moonshine, and he labeled the more well-known brands and origins.
Crystal, who looked like a mouse, gritted his teeth and said:
"I have a shipment that has disappeared underground.
"The delivery and escort people are also gone, damn it, my brother is also inside, and his wife and children are crying at my house now!"
Something happened in Underground Trier? Smuggling is divided into those who carry goods and those who provide force? Also, Aosta. Trul said that he had helped people memorize underground books before, well, Underground Trier couldn't use carriages and other things, so he could only rely on people to carry them...... Lumian nodded lightly and asked instead:
"What goods?"
"A batch of red wine and brandy, and some 'black fish'." "Mouse" Crystal couldn't help but slap the table, "Damn, I've walked that route many times, and I've never had an accident before, and I've never encountered that group of hyenas."
Hyenas refer to quarry police officers who specialize in investigating smuggling businesses and are responsible for underground order.
Seeing that Lumian was a little puzzled, Baron Brignel explained casually:
"'Blackfish' refers to guns."
Among the five most profitable businesses of gangsters, the private brewing industry chain is the second most profitable, the arms business makes the least money due to too little demand, and the most profitable casino business is not so popular in the market area, because the income of the people here is not too high, and the money that can be squeezed out is quite limited.
As for the sale of psychotropic drugs, it is an act that the Trier Police Department has cracked down on. After repeated warnings from the Market District Police Headquarters, there is no such thing as the Breeze Ballroom, but there are a few more occasional incidents at the Nightingale Street Dance Hall managed by Simon the "Giant".
Lumian looked at the "mouse" Crystal and said:
"Is there anyone to suspect?"
"No." Crystal said quite annoyedly, "Damn, that route is very hidden, no one knows about the market area except me and my people."
He paused and said what he meant:
"I would like to ask you to help me find clues on that route, using the methods you are best at.
"I've already walked it myself, but I haven't gained much."
Without waiting for Lumian to speak, "Red Boots" Franka nodded and said:
"We went in groups of two so that no one would care about what happened on the ground.
"Well, I'm in a group with Ciel, and I happen to have something to talk to him about."
"Giant" Simon's gaze moved back and forth between Franka and Ciel several times, and finally remembered that Ciel suspected that he had slept with Franka's mistress and put a green hat on her.
Take the opportunity to trouble Charles? "Giant" Simon nodded invisibly and said to "Bloody Palm" Blake:
"We are in a group of two."
Baron Brignel then looked at "Mouse" Crystal:
"I'll walk with you again."
After the two groups, Baron Brignel and "Giant" Simon, completed the underground route and gained nothing, Lumian and "Red Boots" Franca followed a smuggler into the underground Trier.
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(End of this chapter)