At 8 o'clock in the morning, two police officers slowly came to the third floor of the Golden Rooster Hotel, one checked the body, suicide note and environment, and the other was responsible for questioning the surrounding tenants.
Lumian had already used the "secret glasses" to make a simple disguise and stood at the door of room 310.
The policeman in uniform with a pen and paper glanced at him:
"You are Charles. Dubois? Tell me about the matter."
Lumian had gone crazy when he moved from Flemish, always claiming that he had encountered the ghost of Montsouri and that all his family was dead, and that it was his turn to start, until he suddenly regained consciousness last night and had a good drink.
"What's going on with the wound on his shoulder?" The policeman in the room who was handling the body interjected.
"Last night, before he regained consciousness, he had self-harm, or the wound I bandaged him." Lumian replied calmly.
After questioning other tenants and the owner of the basement bar, the two officers preliminarily confirmed that the deceased was a person who had been in a state of mental disorder for a long time, had a motive for suicide, and had a corresponding tendency.
As they put Flemand's body in the body bag, they said to Lumian:
"We will send him to the catacombs, but there is a more cumbersome process, which includes really determining the cause of death, asking the clergy to purify it, finding someone who can inherit his relics, and communicating with the catacombs managers, which will take about one to two weeks."
Lumian was silent for a moment and said:
"I have drunk with him several times, remember to tell me when you bury him."
After answering in the affirmative, the two policemen left the Golden Rooster Hotel with Flemish's body and the contents of the room.
Lumian took off his disguise and returned to room 207.
He sat in a chair, with his back to the sunny window and facing the somewhat dimly lit corridor, with mixed emotions.
Flemand's suicide made him feel like he saw another ending for himself.
He just felt that Flemish who had lost all his relatives was in a very similar situation to his own, but one completely collapsed and became a madman, and the other was still trying to maintain it, telling himself that there was still hope and that he had to maintain enough rationality.
But in the end, Flemand, who was no longer haunted by Montsouri's ghost and was no longer so frightened that he went crazy, chose to end his life.
In the hallway, Elotti wearing a golden wig and applying eyeshadow and another cleaning lady had started the day's busyness, cleaning the floor and dealing with bed bugs without stopping for a moment.
Lumi watched it all quietly, and her gaze seemed to be out of focus.
After nearly a quarter of an hour, the sound of light but rapid footsteps extended from the staircase entrance to the outside of room 207.
She was wearing a slightly tighter women's shirt with a light brown bolero and an off-white fluffy skirt, and black boots above the knees, still wearing that depraved and charming makeup.
She glanced at Lumian, entered room 207, and closed the wooden door with her backhand.
Lumian came back to her senses and looked at the guy quietly, without asking about her purpose.
Jian Na suppressed her voice with curiosity and excitement on her face:
"Have you heard? The boss and two leaders of the Stinger Gang have all been killed!"
"I know." Lumian nodded.
Jian Na looked at his expression and deliberately probed:
"You couldn't have done it, right?"
"Do you think I can kill 'Black Scorpion' Roger, 'Baldhead' Harman, and 'Bantam Candlestick' Castina in one go?" Lumian asked rhetorically.
Jane Na had already known Ciel's approximate strength from Franka, and she also knew that "Black Scorpion" Roger was not weaker than Franka, so she shook her head and said:
"No."
She then dragged out her tone:
"But you can still find help."
For example, Franka.
"The officials didn't doubt me." Lumian spread his hands.
He was actually a little confused about this matter.
Normally, as one of the few people who had a head-on conflict with the Stinger Gang recently, after that kind of thing happened, he would definitely be approached to inquire about the situation, but Lumian waited from last night to this morning, ready to make a certain disguise, but he never waited for the investigators.
At this moment, another hurried footstep came from the staircase.
Dong Dong Dong, room 207 was knocked.
Charlie? Lumian looked at the door and said:
"Come in, there is no lock."
The visitor was none other than Charlie, wearing a white shirt, a light vest and a black formal attire, a half-height silk top hat, and a dark bow tie around his neck.
This dress was more decent than when he was a waiter at the White Swan Hotel.
After looking at Charlie for a few moments, Lumian smiled:
"Yo, where did this civilized person come from?"
Charlie couldn't hide his smile, and said in a warm and passionate tone:
"Really? I am a real civilized person now, I am still learning classical grammar, ma'am, sir, please allow me to greet you in a civilized way."
As he spoke, he took off the half-height silk topper on his head, pressed it to his chest, bent down slightly, and bowed.
Jane Na laughed immediately, but did not hit Charlie, and Lumian said "tsk":
"Frankly speaking, I am now more like a monkey wearing the clothes of a civilized person and trying to do the actions of a civilized person."
Charlie was not hit, still so happy:
"I've only studied for one day, and in a month, you'll get to know me again, oh, this is Charlie. Mr. Corrent, he's having a sumptuous dinner worth eight Felkin!"
Speaking of this, Charlie glanced at Jian Na standing by the bed, and opened his mouth, as if he had something to say but couldn't say in front of Jian Na.
Lumian asked nonchalantly:
"What's the matter? Just say it."
Charlie lowered his voice:
"You know what? Last night, 'Black Scorpion' Roger, 'Bald Head' Harman, and 'Bantam Candelabrum' Castina were all killed."
"Got it, then what?" Lumian believed that Charlie would not come to him for such a thing that would soon be known to everyone.
Charlie looked at Jian Na and continued:
"The current confirmed situation is that the murderers belong to a terrorist organization called the 'Aurora Society', on the one hand, they like to create scenes full of flesh and blood, and on the other hand, they always target those who believe in evil gods, yes, 'Black Scorpion' Roger They believe in an evil god called 'Great Mother'."
Aurora Society? Lumian was a little stunned when he heard this.
Where did this scapegoat come from?
Why did the official extraordinary person inexplicably suspect the organization called the "Aurora Society"?
Shouldn't we first investigate those who have conflicts with "Black Scorpion" Roger and the Stinger Gang? That's how detective stories are written!
"Is it really the organization called the 'Aurora Society'?" Jane asked curiously.
Charlie nodded heavily:
"Yes, the 'Aurora Society' seems to have claimed responsibility for this case in some way, and tomorrow, there should be a report on the case in some newspapers."
Charlie's second half of the sentence meant that what he had just said was content that could be made public and was not within the limits of the confidentiality clause.
"Aurora Society" claims responsibility? You didn't do it, what responsibility do you have? Lumian was puzzled and amused for a moment.
If it weren't for the "Black Scorpion" Roger he killed with his own hands, he would have suspected that it was really done by the "Aurora Society".
Charlie glanced at him and added in a low voice:
"This afternoon, after the election, we will clean up the gangs in the entire market area to respond to public doubts about the security of the district."
Are you memorizing documents, the words are so written? Lumian probably understood what Charlie was trying to remind himself when he came here.
People with cases on their backs had better leave the market area this afternoon and hide for a while!
Lumian nodded lightly and said:
"I'm going to attend an occult meeting this afternoon."
The party that Mr. K called was at nine o'clock in the evening, but Lumian planned to go early.
Charlie breathed a sigh of relief and pointed outside the door:
"I'll leave first."
Lumian thought for a moment and said:
"You don't need to inform me about this kind of trivial matter in the future."
He then mocked:
"Are you looking down on my ability?"
Charlie sneered:
"The first time, the first time I was more excited, in the future, in the future, it is not something that really points to you, I will not hint to you."
After watching him leave, Jian Na sighed:
"He has become your eyeliner inside the official extraordinary."
"I'd rather he wasn't." Lumian curled his mouth, "A fool can only do bad things."
Jian Na said "heh", waved her hand and said:
"I'm going to find Franka, do you want to tell others the information Charlie revealed?"
Lumian shook his head:
"If everyone runs away, the official extraordinary will definitely find out if anyone has leaked the plan of action, and that idiot will never escape.
"Anyway, some people really should go to prison."
Aren't you? Jian Na scolded, walked out of room 207, and entered the corridor.
At this time, the two cleaning women had already cleaned the staircase.
Jane walked briskly past and swept her eyes over the cleaning lady wearing a blonde wig named Elloty.
Her expression suddenly froze, and she turned around abruptly and returned to room 207, which was quite strange to Lumian who was about to go out.
Nearly fifty years old in a golden wig and eyeshadow, Elody also noticed Janna, who stared at the actor's apprentice's back for a few seconds, and shouted in confusion and concern:
"Celia ......."
Jianna's body froze.
She turned around slowly, squeezed out a smile, and shouted at Eloty:
"Mom."
Mother? Lumian almost doubted his ears.
He immediately remembered that Ellotti had said that she used to be a theater actress and now likes to go to the old pigeon cage to watch performances, she has a husband who died in a factory accident a few years ago, leaving behind two children, and now they are almost adults and can help support the family.
Jian Na is an actor apprentice in the old pigeon cage, her father died a few years ago, and her mother and brother are still relatives, and she plans to earn her own tuition and other expenses for the next year.
This is right...... Lumian nodded thoughtfully.
Elodie walked up to Jane with a broom and looked her up and down:
"Why are you here? What kind of makeup are you drawing?"
(End of this chapter)