On the hill southeast of the Honest Market area, there is a quarry that is still running.
After Lumian came out of the Breeze Ballroom, he searched for a suitable homeless man all the way and finally came here.
At this time, it was nearly night, and the people who lit the lights lit up the gas street lamps all over the streets and alleys one after another, and in comparison, the quarry that had been busy all day fell into darkness, and there was no fire in sight.
In the above-ground part of the quarry, there were several gypsum stoves, surrounding them, and many homeless people lay on the ground.
Lumian gathered his spirits, concentrated, and observed their fortunes one by one.
Finally, he found a goal that met his needs.
It was a male tramp with his back to a plaster stove, his shirt, trousers and short jacket tattered, dark brown stained by the dirt, his cheeks sunken, so thin that he was almost out of shape, and his hair and beard were messy and long, almost connected.
He had his eyes half-closed and his breathing was weak, giving the impression that he could die at any moment.
According to the fortune Lumian just observed, this homeless man is indeed close to the end of his life and will die in the next two or three days.
He walked up to the other person, squatted down, took out the bottle of gas that the perverted Hedsey had named Mystical Salt Sniffing Salt by Franka, unscrewed the lid, and leaned towards the target's nose.
- He and Franka have allocated the "relics" of Rentas, the drug and 212 Ferkin worth of coins belong to him, and the rest belongs to Franka.
Sneeze!
The homeless man sneezed twice and opened his eyes.
He looked weakly at Lumian, who was wearing a blue worker's uniform and a dark peaked cap, and asked in confusion:
"You, who are you, you, what do you want to do?"
Lumian replied calmly:
"I'm a worker passing by, I feel like you're dying, come up and confirm."
The homeless man didn't think there was anything wrong with Lumian's explanation, because in the Republic of Intis, after finding a corpse that had fallen outside, whether it was reported to the government department or the two major churches, he could get a certain bonus, so that the corresponding personnel could purify it in time or send the body to be burned into ashes.
The bonus is not much, just 1 Felkin, but for the lower classes, no matter how little extra income is, it is a surprise.
The homeless man's beard trembled on his face, as if he was trying to squeeze out a smile:
"Your guess is right, I also feel like I'm dying, you should come and take a look in the next two days, so as not to be robbed of the prize money."
Perhaps it was the stimulation of occult salt sniffing, or perhaps it was the topic of death that made the homeless man feel a brief period of excitement, and he no longer spoke intermittently, and his organization became clearer.
"Do you still have family?" Lumian, who was squatting in front of the homeless man, put away the occult sniffing salt and asked casually.
The homeless man was silent for a few seconds and slowly shook his head:
"No, no.
"If you fall in love with my clothes, when I die, take them away."
"Your family has passed away?" Lumian asked about it.
The beard on the homeless man's face swayed with the twisting of his muscles, and his voice revealed pain that could not be hidden:
"Dead, they are all dead, neither of my parents lived to be forty-five, my brother died in the war a few years ago, my sister died of illness, her child became child labor, hunched over at the age of ten, and died of exhaustion in a textile factory......"
The tramp didn't seem to be answering Lumian's question, but more like reminiscing about the past before he died, and he babbled down:
"I was originally a quarry worker, they all praised me for my great strength, and later, a gentleman thought I was very hardworking and able to endure hardships, and taught me how to put detonators and how to fry pine stones, my salary increased, and my life began to get better.
"The year everyone protested against food prices, my body suddenly collapsed and I fell seriously ill.
"My wife and my daughter spent a lot of money, owed a lot of debt, and finally cured me, but I also lost my job, we were forced by loan sharks every day, my little angel was forcibly taken away by them, my wife and I went crazy looking for her everywhere, and after a few weeks we saw her body, she couldn't stand the torture of those men and ended her life.
"My wife wanted to go to the police, but she was beaten to death by them, I don't know where she was thrown, and I was also beaten into a coma, but I didn't die, I survived to this day......"
After listening quietly, Lumi asked in a low voice:
"What wish do you have?"
The homeless man laughed "haha":
"Wish?
"My greatest wish is that when I was born with that disease, I would have died within a few days."
Lumian was silent for a moment and said:
"You don't want revenge?"
The homeless man said with a trance-like look in his eyes:
"Those who lend usury were killed by other gangs, and now there are several other groups of usurers."
He finally remembered Lumian's question just now, and said in a wandering voice:
"If I die in a moment, I think, I want to eat another meatloaf, I remember those years, every weekend, my wife would buy her own meat, add flaxseed and vinegar, make it into meat sauce, and put it in the pancake......
Lumian nodded, stood up, and walked towards the street below the hill.
After about three quarters of an hour, he returned to the plaster stove with a Rouen patty with a strong fragrance.
The homeless man seemed to be in a coma again, and Lumian used occult salt sniffing to wake him up again.
The homeless man sneezed a few times, took the Rouen patty with straight eyes, and quickly nibbled on it, his beard stained with a layer of oil.
After eating a small half, he gasped and asked with a smile:
"Young man, what exactly do you want to do?"
"I'll give you a knife later, it could cause you to die tonight." Lumian said bluntly.
The homeless man laughed and asked weakly:
"Aren't you afraid of the police?
"I'm not afraid of death, I should have died a long time ago, you know? Every winter, I would sleep in the plaster stove here, and after running for a day, it would remain comfortably warm, and it would last until the sun was about to rise, but the remaining gas in it was toxic and could make me die in my dreams, but I never waited."
Lumian smiled:
"I don't think those police officers care how a homeless man dies, as long as it's not obviously murdered."
The homeless man didn't speak anymore, ate all the remaining Rouen patties, and burped.
After more than ten seconds, he adjusted his sitting posture and said:
"You can start."
Lumian pulled out the strange and layered "Fallen Mercury" and stabbed it on the back of the tramp's hand.
A little blood spilled out, staining the tip of the knife red.
At the same time, Lumian saw the long river of mercury and silver.
His purpose in finding the dying homeless man is to exchange a more practical fate!
This is not to say that the fate of "encountering the ghost of Monsouri" is not powerful, on the contrary, it can achieve the effect of death or even the death of the whole family for many humans, and it is very persistent, but the problem is that it takes a lot of time for it to work - the exchange of fate can often be completed within a few minutes, but when the ghost of Montsouri will go to find a target is purely random, maybe ten or twenty minutes later, it will launch an attack, maybe three or four months.
In other words, the fate of "encountering the ghost of Monsouri" is not suitable for raids and not for encounters.
Moreover, with the experience and lessons brought by Magot's death, Lumian's target this hunt, "Black Scorpion" Roger, will inevitably beware of similar things, once he is stabbed by the "Fallen Mercury" and does not die directly, there is a high probability that he will ask "Lady Moon" for help, Lumian is not sure if the lady with divinity can prevent the ghost of Monsouri, if so, then his operation will be completely defeated.
Based on this consideration, he planned to exchange the fate of "encountering the ghost of Monsouri" in advance, and choose a fate that could play a more effective role in raids and assassinations, so that "Black Scorpion" Roger would die suddenly on the spot and could not ask for help.
In the blink of an eye, Lumian "saw" one picture after another:
It was a homeless man sleeping in a plaster stove, a homeless man who was beaten into a coma, a homeless man who had just fainted recently, a homeless man who knelt in front of his daughter's body and had a complete mental breakdown, a homeless man who shared homemade meatloaf with his wife and daughter, and a homeless man who carefully measured and checked and finally placed the explosives......
Lumian didn't try to provoke the fate of the homeless man who was destined to die within two or three days, it was too heavy, it was not something that "Fallen Mercury" could pry, even if it was a "transfer technique", it was impossible to turn such a fate away.
The only way Lumian can think of is to use the "substitution technique" to find a death row inmate to replace the homeless man, live as him for a period of time until he is recognized by the people around him, and then complete the ritual to replace the death of the homeless man with the death of the death row inmate, but this takes two or three weeks or even longer to prepare, and it is too late.
Lumian, who has a lot of experience, made a slight discernment and chose the fate of the homeless man who recently fainted due to his body collapsing.
It broke away from the long river of mercury, condensed into a drop of liquid beads, and penetrated into the blade of the "Fallen Mercury", in contrast, the fate of "encountering the ghost of Montsuri" was transferred to the homeless man from the beginning.
Lumian took back the silver-black evil dagger, which was clean and not stained with a trace of blood, and the wound on the back of the homeless man's hand was very shallow, as if it would not take long for it to scab.
"That's it?" The homeless man asked suspiciously.
He was ready to be killed on the spot.
"Yes." Lumian stood up and left the hill.
Late at night, the homeless man who had shrunk into the plaster furnace suddenly convulsed a few times and suffocated to death.
…………
Across from 126 Market Avenue.
Back here, Lumian leaned against a shadow without gas streetlights and looked out at the target building.
Beside him, Franca, dressed in a black robe and a hood, came out of the darkness.
"How is it?" Lumian asked sideways, not surprised at all.
(End of this chapter)