Breeze Ballroom.
Lumian looked around in the dim light, but did not find Charlie.
This made his heart sink, and he quickly beckoned Louis and Sakota to come over.
"Boss, is there anything wrong?" Louis asked a little uneasy.
He thought that the leader was dissatisfied with the current situation in the dance hall.
Lumian's gaze swept over the waiter wearing a vest and bow tie, and asked in a chatty tone:
"Where's Charlie? I have something to look for him."
Louis's eyes widened instantly, and he blurted out in astonishment:
"Boss, didn't Charlie follow you out just now?"
I? Charlie followed me out? Lumian's pupils shrank suddenly, as if he had received too strong light.
He asked in a deep voice:
"When?"
Louis thought about it for a moment, looked at Lumian suspiciously, and said:
"Less than five minutes ago."
Lumian's gaze fell on Sakota, and he found the same bewildered look on his face as the taciturn and relatively more credible subordinate.
Five minutes ago? I've been to White Coat Street for more than half an hour, and the last time I left the ballroom was as a drunk in disguise, so Charlie couldn't have left with me...... Lumian quickly ruled out the possibility that Charlie would follow him out of the ballroom without his knowledge.
This matter is getting weirder and weirder!
Combined with Charlie's bright red and black fortune, the probability of him encountering danger has reached almost 100%!
Lumian suppressed the various thoughts that burst out in his mind, and said to Louis and Sakota:
"Maybe someone is disguising me, but I don't know what he is doing with Cha Li."
"Impossible......" Louis blurted out.
A few minutes ago, he and Sakota both greeted the leader, and that couldn't be fake!
Before Louis finished speaking, he was given a cold glance at by Lumian, and suddenly changed his stance, murmuring:
"It may also be true."
Lumian didn't dwell on this question and asked instead:
"Did Charlie change his clothes when he walked out of the ballroom?"
According to the rules of the Breeze Ballroom, each waiter, bartender, cook, and assistant chef can receive two sets of uniforms, but they cannot be taken out of the ballroom, but can only be placed in the changing room on the first floor.
If they bring their uniforms home, they will inevitably take these things to the pawnshop for mortgage before moving away, and exchange them for cash, so they don't care whether you belong to the gang or not.
Similarly, cheap cafes in Trier that do business as scavengers, coolies, homeless people, and bottom workers often use tin tableware and fix them on tables with iron chains, leaving only a certain amount of space to move around so that they are not quietly taken away by customers and taken for sale.
For the sake of decency, they tend to use silver or porcelain tableware, and some customers are not so decent, so that after closing every day, the boss has to count the tableware over and over again to see if there are any missing, and usually repeatedly tell the waiter to pay attention to similar things.
"No." Louis answered Lumian's question with certainty.
He originally planned to prevent Charlie from walking out of the ballroom wearing the waiter's clothes, but because the other party left with the head, he kept his mouth shut rationally.
Most of the rules of the dance hall are prepared for waiters, dancers, bartenders, cooks, thugs, cleaners, and even managers, and the head does not need to abide by them!
Lumian nodded lightly and said calmly on the surface:
"You go do other things."
After saying that, he walked towards the dressing room near the kitchen area.
He suspects that Charlie's disappearance is related to Suzanne. Matisse!
The small dressing room was empty, and Lumian glanced twice and found the cabinet with Charlie's name on it.
"The reaction is quick, you know how to find me a divination medium." Franka, dressed in a black robe and wearing a hood, emerged from Lumian's side and praised.
"I'm not stupid." Lumian responded simply, took out half of the wire he was carrying, pounded it a few times, and opened the cabinet where Charlie put his clothes.
Franka pondered for two seconds and reached out to take out Charlie's linen shirt.
She immediately used a broom placed outside the dressing room door to do divination.
"Where is Charlie now......
"Where is Charlie now......
「……」
Franka held Charlie's clothes in her left hand, pressed the top of the broom with her right palm, and muttered something in her mouth.
Soon, she let go of her right hand, but the broom remained motionless, standing steadily, as if she was still being supported.
It took a few seconds before it fell down with a snap.
"Disturbed?" Lumian asked tentatively.
Franka slowly shook her head:
"Not like ......."
She quickly walked to the full-length mirror in the dressing room, reached out and stroked the surface a few times.
Holding Charlie's clothes, she began a new round of divination.
After a few breaths, the mirror became deep, as if reflecting the darkness.
In the next second, two figures were outlined, walking in the yellowish and blurred light.
One of them was vaguely Charlie dressed as a waiter, and the other had a back that looked very much like Lumian.
Other than that, nothing can be seen.
Franka looked at it for a few seconds and interpreted it in a firm tone:
"They are underground!
"So the divination just now can't indicate the result, the broom can't jump up by itself and stand with its head down, right?"
Lumian nodded, turned around and walked out of the dressing room, went upstairs to get a calcium carbide lamp and something that might come in handy later, and went straight to the outside of the ballroom.
He already had a rough guess!
Seeing this, Franka once again took out the fluorescent powder and cooperated with the spell to hide her figure.
On the market avenue, illuminated by the crimson moonlight and gas street lights, Lumian walked quickly while looking for possible clues.
His destination was the entrance to the underground in the middle of Market Avenue.
In the illuminated areas surrounded by darkness, Lumian suddenly stopped.
He saw some traces of displacement on the fence of the gutter here, there were quite chaotic footprints on the side of the road next to it, and there were signs of being hit on the gas street lamp pole near the height of an ordinary person's head.
"It was like a slippery step, struggling to stabilize and tripping over a drain, and finally hitting a street lamp...... There should have been some blood, but it was dealt with......" Franka appeared again and made a preliminary restoration of the whole thing according to the situation at the scene.
She said to herself with a slight confusion:
"It's a bit like the bad luck I saw in the afternoon......"
Speaking of this, Franka suddenly woke up:
"That bad luck fake Eff? He was the one who took Charlie away?"
Lumian had doubts for a long time, and now he was even more certain:
"He can disguise himself as Mr. Eff, and naturally he can also disguise himself as me.
"This ability is a bit powerful......"
At this time, all the details were roughly understood in his mind:
Suzanne. Matisse was close to recovery, but was worried that the official extraordinary was still monitoring Charlie, so he asked the fake Mr. Ev to disguise himself as the Charles and take Charlie away in a way that didn't seem abnormal, taking him underground, and when he arrived at the underground Trier, it would be difficult for the official extraordinary to find them.
If you wait a little longer, maybe even the divination will be disturbed!
"If you are not powerful, you can't hide the official extraordinary person during the first investigation." Franka replied, no longer invisible, and followed Lumian to the entrance of the underground Trier in the middle of the market avenue.
As the yellowish and bluish light of the calcium carbide lamp illuminated the steps down, Lumian found two pairs of footprints.
One of them, which he was familiar with, belonged to Charlie.
It can be seen from the footprints that Charlie was very afraid of going underground late at night and walked coweringly, but in the end he chose to believe in "Shire".
He shows no signs of being restricted for the time being.
"Fool......" Lumian scolded the guy.
After all, one is an extraordinary person and the other is an ordinary person, but they have walked a long distance side by side, so they haven't found anything wrong in the exchange, right?
I, Lumian. Is Lee so good at pretending?
"Fortunately, there are footprints." Franka breathed a sigh of relief.
The simplified "divination stick method" is difficult to use underground, because it may point in the right direction, but there may not be a road, and it needs to go around a long circle, and there is a risk of getting lost.
The "witch" didn't have lighting tools, and she didn't know if she was sure she wouldn't be separated from Lumian or if she wasn't worried about what the darkness would do to her eyesight.
Lumian carried a calcium carbide lamp and walked up the stairs to the floor with the names of streets and squares.
He was fast, sometimes he had already chosen the direction before he even found the footprints, and it didn't take long for him to find the footprints of Charlie and Fake Eve.
This made Franka wonder for a while, and after a few times, she finally couldn't help but ask:
"You seem to know where Fake Ev will go?"
"After that pervert stunned Jane, he took this route." Lumian replied flatly.
This is the most familiar and secure route for those people, and the fake Ev should take Charlie to meet Suzanne. Matisse - Suzanne. Matisse is likely to end this route!
Franka didn't say much, using the darkness around her to semi-hide her figure, sometimes searching forward, sometimes guarding behind and on both sides.
After walking for a few minutes, Lumian and Franka stopped.
There seemed to have been a certain collapse here, with gravel everywhere, and the footprints became messy here, eventually pointing to a small hollow blocked by a pile of rubble.
"The target encountered a slight collapse and was locked up here?" Franka hissed, "This is too unlucky, isn't it?"
She immediately looked at Lumian:
"Where did you buy your bad luck charm, the effect is too good, right?"
"Next time I meet you, I'll buy you one." Lumian wasn't sure if he would ever meet someone as unlucky as the homeless man in the near future.
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw pieces of gravel rolling down and striking to the ground on the pile of stones blocking the entrance and exit of the cave.
Not long after, a passage was made out of there, and a figure carefully drilled out.
He had golden black hair, bright light blue eyes, and was quite good-looking, just like another Lumian.
(End of this chapter)