Chapter 224 venting
"Where are you going?" Jane looked at Lumian's back and asked.
"Go to sleep." Lumian didn't look back.
Jane thought for two seconds, curled her mouth, and followed Lumian.
She wanted to confirm the final whereabouts of this guy to see if he really went back to sleep at the Golden Rooster Hotel, otherwise with his current state, I really don't know what will happen.
Lumian ignored Jane's presence and slowly walked back to the Golden Rooster Hotel.
At this time, the door of the hotel was locked, and instead of climbing the water pipe, he took out half of the iron wire he carried with him, inserted it into the brass-colored keyhole, and pounded it a few times.
The door opened back, and it was dark inside, with only a slight light light from the steps leading to the basement bar.
Lumian glanced at it and chose that direction.
Boom! Didn't you say go to sleep? Jian Na cursed secretly, sighed, and followed into the basement bar of the Golden Rooster Hotel.
There were not many people in the bar, and two or three drunken guys each occupied a small round table, howling a few words from time to time, but they had little strength.
The only customer at the bar location was Lumian's neighbour, Gabriel, a playwright who lived in room 206.
He was wearing the linen shirt that had been washed until it was white, a pair of brown trousers, large black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his hair was messy and oily.
"Still drinking so late?" Lumian sat down next to Gabriel, his eyes on the glass of green vermouth in his hand that shimmered with a psychedelic sheen.
A little back to normal? Jane looked at Lumian twice, feeling that his condition was not as bad as just now.
She covered her mouth and yawned, pulled a high stool and sat down, and decided to observe for another two quarters of an hour.
Gabriel smiled bitterly:
"I just finished a manuscript, come down for a drink."
"Are you all the same writers? Do you like to be busy at night and sleep during the day?" Lumian knocked on the bar table and asked for a glass of absinthe.
Gabriel hesitated and said:
"Many writers are like this, and quiet nights are more inspiring.
"But I didn't stay up late because of this, but I had to go to various theaters during the day to try to get a manager to read my script and choose to take it.
"I went to the Revival Theater in Memorial Parish today, and their manager, Nathan. Lope is known as the most knowledgeable theater operator and is most likely to see the value of my script, but he refused to see me, whether it was to his office or visit his apartment."
Hearing the words theater, manager, etc., Jian Na took a silent breath, vaguely a little afraid.
Many of the people around her were believers in evil gods, which left a certain psychological shadow on her.
More importantly, those guys' abilities were disgusting and distorted, making her reject them from the bottom of her heart.
Lumian picked up the bar owner and bartender Pawar. Nissen pushed the absinthe and took a sip gently:
"Do you know where that theater manager lives?"
"Yes, I used to visit him in his apartment with other playwrights, he is not married yet and often changes mistresses." Gabriel mumbled.
Lumian smiled:
"I have a way to get that guy to read your script, but I can't guarantee if he will take over."
"Really?" Gabriel was surprised, happy and suspicious.
Can there be a way? Jian Na looked puzzled.
Lumian gulped down the glass of absinthe, stood up and said:
"Go now, bring your script!"
"......" Gabriel had never seen such an actionist.
It's already midnight!
With the mentality that there was no hope anyway, he drank the remaining absinthe and returned to the second floor to get the script of the three-act play.
At the door of the Golden Rooster Hotel, Jianna looked at Lumian suspiciously and curiously:
"Do you really have a way?"
Lumian sneered:
"You can not believe it."
"Huh!" Jane Na expressed her disdain.
She wasn't sure if this was a sign of bad shape, and she was a little curious, so she planned to follow and see to stop Ciel from acting too drastically.
It didn't take long for Gabriel to return to the first floor.
He changed into a cleaner and more decent formal attire and tied a red bow tie.
"Address." Lumian asked calmly.
"Room 702, Apartment 702, 15 Defoe Street, Memorial Parish." Gabriel looked at the chaotic streets with almost no street lights, and saw only a few drunkards and people wandering around.
He tried to ask:
"Let's walk over?"
At this point there were no public carriages, and the memorial parish and the market area were next to each other.
Lumian ignored him, walked to the market avenue quickly and slowly, stopped in front of a four-wheeled two-seater taxi that operated late at night, and said to the coachman belonging to the Imperial Carriage Company:
"Go to Memorial Parish, 15 Defoe Street."
The coachman, wearing a waxed hat and a yellow button-down blue dress, looked at the three of them a few times, and said:
"Two Felkins."
In Trier, during the day, the taxi ride is 1.25 felkin for less than 1 hour, 1.75 felkin per hour for exceeding it, and after midnight, before 6 a.m., it is 2 felkin for a short distance and 2.5 felkin per hour for a long distance.
Lumian said nothing, took out two silver coins worth 1 filgin, and threw them to the coachman.
He did not humbly get into the carriage and took a seat directly.
This made Gabriel very embarrassed, and he didn't know whether to play a gentlemanly demeanor and squeeze with Ciel, or let the female singer Jane make her own choice.
In the end, Janna, who knew she hadn't been invited, muttered and sat down next to Lumian and struggled to squeeze out a seat.
The taxi started and drove towards the memorial parish.
On the way, Lumian remained silent, making it difficult for Gabriel to ask him what he could do, and the atmosphere in the carriage was a little awkward.
Jane Na was used to Lumian's state tonight, so she simply took her mind off and thought about her own affairs.
I don't know how long it took, but the taxi stopped at the bottom of 15 Defoe Street.
Lumian went straight to the apartment, and as soon as he entered the lobby, he was blocked by the doorman.
"Which floor and which room do you live in?" The doorman dutifully asked, "If you are not a resident here, you need ......."
Before he finished speaking, his head was suddenly pressed against something cold.
Lumian pulled out the revolver under his armpit and pressed the muzzle of the gun to the guard's forehead.
"Hey, what do you want to do?" The doorman, who was almost fifty years old, stammered.
Gabriel was stunned and began to wonder if Charles really had a way.
Seeing that Lumian didn't answer, she drove the doorman to the corner of the lobby, using the ropes and other objects he carried with him to tie his hands and feet and block his mouth.
After all this, Lumian closed the apartment door, locked it, and went all the way up the stairs.
Gabriel woke up like a dream, chased after him, and asked urgently:
"Is this really okay?"
"What do you think?" Lumian curled the corners of his mouth and responded with a smile.
Gabriel choked for a moment, not knowing what to say, and hesitated to give up on letting the manager of the Revival Theater, Nathan. Lope looked at his script.
If I say no, go back now, will Ciel be very angry and give me a shot?" He is a gang leader...... Gabriel opened his mouth and couldn't say any words of dissuasion.
Soon, the three of them came to the top floor and stopped outside 702.
Gabriel, who was about to knock on the door, saw Lumian take out half a piece of wire and neatly open the crimson wooden door.
"......" Gabriel couldn't figure out Lumian's thoughts at all.
Seeing this, Jian Na hurriedly took off her light-colored shawl and covered her face, exposing only her forehead and eyes.
She suspected that Ciel was going to do something next, and in order not to be implicated by him, it was best to disguise herself, at least not to let people remember what she looked like.
Lumian walked into the living room full of crimson moonlight, took out a bandage, and wrapped it around his face, leaving only his eyes and nostrils.
"......" Gabriel didn't understand why Jane and Ciel covered their faces, but they instinctively found a cloth and covered the lower half of their faces.
Lumian, who was wrapped in a white bandage, looked around, walked straight to the master bedroom, twisted the handle, and pushed open the door.
The crimson moonlight that filled the living room poured in, illuminating the two people lying on the bed.
It was a man and a woman, the man had fluffy black hair, about forty years old, a thin face, a high nose bridge, and a woman with slightly curly blonde hair, just like a twenty-year-old, with smooth skin and beautiful contours.
They all seemed to be naked and covered with a thin velvet quilt.
"Is he the theater manager?" Lumian didn't control his voice at all.
Gabriel had a feeling of dreaming:
"Yes, it's him."
Lumian immediately walked to the big bed, and Nathan, the manager of the Revival Theater. Lop heard the movement and faintly woke up.
Before he could open his eyes, Lumian grabbed him by the shoulder and lifted him directly.
Nathan. Lop suddenly woke up, and a head covered in white bandages was reflected in his eyes.
This frightened his heart as if it had stopped beating, and he completely forgot to shout and question.
In the next second, a revolver was pressed against his head.
Nathan. Lop closed his mouth and was half-pushed to the living room.
Passing by Jana, Lumian glanced sideways at the big bed behind him and said in a low voice:
"Look at that woman."
Jane was quite confused about the current situation, but that didn't stop her from getting excited.
She quickly crouched down, pulled out her revolver, aimed at the blonde who had just woken up, and said "coldly":
"I don't want to hear anything."
The blonde suddenly hugged the quilt and shivered on the bed.
Lumian Jean Nathan. Lope sat down in an easy chair, tied his hands and feet with clothes thrown on the sofa and on the floor, and fixed there.
Gabriel followed blankly, looking blankly, and a thought suddenly popped up in his head:
We are here to rob Nathan. Lope, are you here to show him my script?
When Jian Na got the blonde in her nightdress to the living room, Lumian, who lit the crystal chandelier, took a few steps back, took the revolver, and sat on the sofa opposite the easy chair.
Nathan. Lop seemed to have just woken up and said in a hurry:
"How much do you want? I give it to you, I give it all to you!
"There are a total of 1,100 Felkin and a diamond necklace here, I will give them all to you! As long as you don't hurt me!"
Lumian, whose face was covered in bandages, turned his head sideways and said to Gabriel:
"Read it."
"What are you reading?" Gabriel responded blankly.
Lumian laughed:
"Read your script, Nathan. Mr. Lopp is waiting to hear it."
This...... Gabriel was completely dumbfounded.
This is how Nathan Lopp looks at my script?
Is this the way of thinking of normal people?
Not only did Gabriel have such an idea, but Jana couldn't help but move her mouth.
Ciel's mental state is really not normal!
Won't this really lead to Mr. Playwright being sent to the police station?
Fortunately, I covered my face!
Gabriel walked to Nathan tremblingly with similar happiness. Lop took out the script and read it out sentence by sentence, looking like he was also forced to help.
Nathan. Lope listened in confusion, wondering if he was having an extremely absurd dream:
In the middle of sleeping, a masked man broke into the house and tied him to a chair, just to let me listen to the script?
After listening for a while, he gradually entered the state with a strong professional instinct and became more and more focused.
By the end of the main dialogue in the first act, Nathan. Lopp interrupted Gabriel:
"Who wrote this?"
"I." Gabriel replied subconsciously.
Nathan. Lop said in a deep voice:
"Tomorrow at 10 a.m., take it to my office, and we will sign the contract."
"Okay, okay." Gabriel was surprised, happy and scared.
When I arrive at the Fuxing Theater tomorrow, will I really not encounter the police?
Lumian suddenly laughed, stood up, took the revolver, and walked towards the door.
Jane and Gabriel followed him, letting the blonde untie Nathan. Lop's shackles.
On the way down the stairs, Jane smiled and said to Gabriel:
"Mr. Playwright, your script is really great, the lines are very infectious, what is its name?"
"It's called "The Light Chaser"." Gabriel didn't understand why an underground singer was so interested in the script, but instinctively replied.
Jane quickened her pace, chased after Lumian, and said in a low voice:
"This is your way?
"Aren't you afraid that the theater manager is also a believer in evil gods?"
In her heart now, all theaters may have problems.
Lumian replied expressionlessly as he removed the bandage:
"That's just a fight."
I knew...... Jane muttered silently.
After recovering ropes and other items from the doorman, the three of them took a taxi and returned all the way to the Golden Rooster Hotel.
After Gabriel thanked him and returned to the room with worry and joy, Jane watched Ciel wash up, lay down on the bed, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She helped close the curtains, carefully closed the wooden door, and left the Golden Rooster Hotel.
In the almost lightless darkness, Lumian closed his eyes and remained motionless.
(End of this chapter)