Chapter 197 triggered
Seeing this, Lumian quickly ended the ceremony and extinguished the candles in the correct order.
The murmurs in his ears disappeared, and the intense pain came to an abrupt end before it could emerge.
Roughly tidying up the altar, Lumian set his sights on the gold coin worth 5 fils.
It looked no longer unusual, under the light of the calcium carbide lamp, it shone with a charming golden color, which was not fundamentally different from other coins.
Lumian's eyes suddenly deepened, and he observed the gold coin as if it were a real person.
Normally, he couldn't "see" the fate of an item, but this time, the situation was different, and after he concentrated, he found that the gold coin was surrounded by black gas, and there was a little blood-colored light in it.
The former is a symbol of bad luck, while the latter represents a certain degree of bloodshed.
"Huh......" Lumian breathed a sigh of relief.
This means that the "Transfer Technique" was successful, and the tramp's very unlucky fate in the next few days was transferred to the gold coins!
But if no one else is found to bear this fate within three days, it will return to the homeless and can no longer be transferred.
Lumian stared at the homeless man for a few more seconds, making sure that his fortune had temporarily become normal, neither good nor bad.
After confirming, Lumian, who was already standing on the edge of the altar, stretched out his hand and picked up the 5 Fil gold coin used as a medium of transportation.
He is not worried that this behavior will transfer the bad luck attached to the item to him, because the triggering of the "Transfer Technique" needs to meet certain conditions:
First, the target must voluntarily take the gold coin and subjectively hold the mentality of possession;
Second, throughout the process, the target takes advantage of what it should not have been.
In other words, if Lumian takes this gold coin to buy something, the store owner will not accept the corresponding bad luck because he accepts the item, unless the thing he sells to Lumian is fake, or fraudulently facilitates the transaction and makes improper profits.
Similarly, if Lumian took the initiative to put this gold coin in Charlie's pocket, he would not notice it for a while, and he would not become unlucky if he took it out and used it.
As the original owner of the gold coin, Lumian will naturally not be affected by the "Transfer Technique" when he picks it up.
Two simple ways to trigger the "Transfer Technique" are to put it in your pocket and let the target steal it, or pretend to leave it behind, so that the target can pick it up for the purpose of possession.
Lumian believes that Mr. Eve and others, who have developed a habit of being stingy, will have an excessive love for money unless there is a big change, and it is easy to step on the trap in this regard.
After dealing with the various marks on the altar, he carried the tramp on his back, returned to the ground, threw him into the alley where he had been, and removed the ropes that bound his hands and feet, the strips of cloth that covered his eyes, and the cloth that stuffed his ears.
Observing the situation of the homeless man, Lumian kicked him and turned to leave.
The homeless man slowly woke up, and shouted in unusual fear as a conditioned reflex:
"Let me go, please!"
He opened his eyes and instinctively looked around, finding that there was no one around, and he was still sleeping in a familiar place.
"......" The homeless man fell silent.
After he regained some sobriety, his first reaction was to put his hand in his pocket.
The cold and hard touch then entered his brain, and he happily took out a silver coin worth 1 filgin.
It's really still there!
It's really still there!
It wasn't a dream just now!
With the faint crimson moonlight high above and the faint light of the street on the street, the homeless man looked at the silver coin over and over again, finally confirming that it was not fake.
Only then did he remember to check his body,
Soon, he found that there was a bandage wrapped around the crook of his arm, and a tingling sensation hit his mind.
Other than that, there was nothing else unusual.
The homeless man groped to his feet, rubbed his buttocks, and whispered to himself:
"It's not that kind of pervert......"
Before he went bankrupt, he was also a person who had seen the world and knew that Trier had many guys with strange sexual fetishes, so he gave birth to some private organizations, such as a club that preached that men and women are reproduction and that men are true love.
The homeless man thought he was attacked and violated by the kind of person who likes smelly and dirty men, but now it doesn't seem to be like that.
After thinking for a while, he suspected that his blood was taken by someone and some was taken away, and the 1 Felkin was the reward.
He had heard before that certain big people relied on constant blood exchange to sustain their lives.
"At least 1 Felkin." The homeless man instantly became delighted and stopped thinking about losing his blood.
He even hoped that the other party would come to him again, and when the time came, he would take the initiative to ask how much he wanted.
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Lumian threw copper coins and decided to sleep at the Golden Rooster Hotel tonight, so he went back to room 207 and slept until six o'clock in the morning.
When he went outside for breakfast, exercised, returned to the hotel, changed his clothes, disguised himself, and prepared to go to Market Avenue, the two cleaning women were already busy.
Looking at the cleaning lady wearing a bright gold wig and applying makeup, about fifty years old, who was handling the garbage in the hall, Lumian stopped and asked thoughtfully:
"You're Elotti, right?"
He heard Charlie mention the other party's name.
"Yes, Mr. Shire." Elloty straightened her back.
She is wearing an old but clean gray and white dress, she is not short, about 1.65 meters, and it can be seen from her facial features that she should have looked pretty good when she was young.
"You know me?" Lumian asked chatterily.
Elloty replied truthfully:
"That man is Charlie. Mr. Corrent mentioned you and said that you are the protector of the hotel."
Hehe, as expected of Charlie...... Well, the attitude is normal, and there is no inferiority or fear at all...... Lumian began to think that this cleaning lady named Elotti should not be Charlie's street girl when she was young.
He asked casually:
"I heard Charlie say that you used to be a theater actor?"
"Yes." Ellotti had a smile on his face, "I used to perform in two theaters, both in supporting roles, but later, one went bankrupt, and the other stopped hiring me for some reason, and at that time, I was older."
Speaking of the past, she was obviously a little melancholic.
Lumian nodded and glanced at the hotel door:
"Then have you heard of the Old Pigeon Cage Theater?"
This is what he really wants to ask.
The cleaning lady named Ellotti was originally a theater actress and was hired by Mr. Eff, the landlord of the inn who was close to the old pigeon cage, which was a bit suspicious.
Elloty's expression suddenly became vivid:
"I know that every play they do is excellent, and most of the actors have excellent acting skills, and it is worth saving a month to buy tickets to go to the theater.
"When I was watching the performance in the old pigeon cage, I found that someone was recruiting a cleaning lady who only worked for half a day, and then I came here."
I see...... It sounds like it has nothing to do with the old pigeon cage or Mr. Eff...... Lumian didn't explore for the time being, so as not to arouse the other party's suspicion, he said with a smile:
"Sounds like you have other jobs?"
Thinking that Mr. Charles wanted to find out where the cleaning lady came from, so as not to harm the inn, he replied calmly:
"I work from two p.m. to ten p.m. every day in a factory on the south side of the market area, well, on rue Saint-Gers, called the Goodville Chemical Plant."
Rue Saint-Gers is close to the walls of Trier, with the Botanical Gardens and those factories are neighbors.
——The custom of Trier's factories from the Rosell period is that if you want to produce 24 hours a day, you must divide the workers into three teams, one from morning to noon, one from noon to evening, and one late at night.
"It's very hard." Lumian sighed.
Elloty smiled and said gently:
"I have two children, they are almost adults, and when they have their own jobs, I won't have to work so hard."
"Where's your husband?" Lumian asked casually.
Eloty's expression darkened:
"A few years ago, he died in a factory accident."
Lumian didn't ask any more questions, chatted with another cleaning lady, and fulfilled her duties as the protector of the Golden Rooster Hotel.
Then, he got out of the street, entered the market avenue, and walked in the direction of the old pigeon cage theater.
He didn't go out of his way to wait for Mr. Eff, who was suspected of being a fake, but just to take a look, his main purpose was to keep an eye out for people heading to 126 Market Avenue.
"The Art of Prophecy" told him that he would fight with Louis. Lund reunited on Market Avenue, and "Hammer" Aite said, Louis. Lund will come again this Saturday or Sunday to find the boss of the Stinger Gang, Roger "Black Scorpion", who lives at 126 Market Avenue.
The combination of the two made Lumian decide to "reside" on Market Avenue on Saturday, wandering around to see if he could meet his goal.
Not far from the old dovecote theater and Mr. Eff's apartment, Lumian slowed down, sometimes sitting with the homeless and sometimes going to the café next to him for a drink.
It's all here, of course he has to squat Mr. Ef by the way, anyway, this is also on the market avenue.
After nearly three quarters of an hour, Lumian finally saw the hotel landlord.
Dressed in a washed white formal attire, an old half-height top hat, and holding a black cane that was about to peel off, he came out of the apartment and walked towards the Suhit steam train station.
Lumian stood up slowly, looked back, pretended to be frightened, and trotted up, as if he was being chased by his enemies.
As he passed Mr. Eff from behind, he accidentally bumped into him.
With a ding, a golden coin fell from him to the ground, and Lumian seemed unaware, burying his head and fleeing in a hurry.
Mr. Eff complained, his eyes suddenly attracted by the gold coin on the ground.
He subconsciously wanted to call out to the daredevil just now, but after stretching out his hand, he didn't make a sound.
He glanced left and right quickly, squatted down, picked up the gold coin worth 5 fils, and stuffed it into his trouser pocket as if nothing had happened.
(End of this chapter)