"How is it, do you know me?" Franka looked sideways at the silent Lumian.
Lumian withdrew his gaze from the gradually blurring mirror and replied in a low voice:
"Yuge. Artois, I have seen in his campaign."
Franka frowned, put away the makeup mirror and said:
"What happened?"
Lumian roughly recounted what happened to Ruhl and Michele, and finally said:
"This person is very problematic."
Franka said with a deep sigh:
"It's so miserable that I'm a waste picker, why do I still encounter this kind of thing......"
She then sneered:
"Yuge. Artois can be evaluated by 'Lady Moon' as an open-minded enough person, and I won't be surprised if there are any strange guys around me."
Speaking of this, Franka paused, looked at Lumian and said:
"Yuge. Artois is now a member of parliament, and there will be no lack of protection, either overt or covert, and if we do something against him or those around him, it will be easy to be tracked down, and the consequences will be very serious.
"Let's leave this matter to the official extraordinary for follow-up investigation, I can't guarantee anything else, at least the members of the 'Purifier' and 'Mechanical Heart' of the court will not turn a blind eye to similar things, and will inevitably find a way to find out the truth and goal of the matter."
Lumian nodded slowly, and then asked:
"Which path and sequence will that be? A mouthful of phlegm can infect a person with such a deadly disease."
On his way from the Golden Rooster Inn to White Coat Street, he carefully recalled the low-sequence information of the twenty-two divine paths recorded in Aurore's sorcery notebooks, and found that none of them matched the current situation.
Franka thought seriously and said:
"I have a similar understanding of the twenty-two divine paths as your sister, but in some aspects I will grasp it a little deeper, and I can think of only one sequence that meets the conditions, but it is of a higher level and is limited to women, which is inconsistent with the situation of the target.
"Uh...... Since we have all met the favored ones of the 'Great Mother' and the 'Mother Tree of Desire', why can't the target be someone who has received another gift from an evil god?
"Hehe, if it really involves the belief of evil gods, the extraordinary people of the two major churches will definitely work harder.
"Well, Ruhr's death is very distinctive, as long as the police who come to the exploration site are not blind, they will quickly report it to the authorities and let those who can handle it deal with it."
Lumian said "hmm", his expression softened a little.
After saying goodbye to Franka, he returned to the Golden Rooster Inn.
As she passed by the front desk, Mrs. Firth stood up and said with a little fear and flattery:
"Good morning, Mr. Charles."
A few days ago, the police informed her that Mr. Eff believed in a cult and became a wanted criminal, and asked her to use the rent income during this period to pay for all aspects of expenses, maintain the normal operation of the hotel, and keep accounts.
This made Mrs. Firth uneasy, afraid that she would be fired if she changed to a new boss, so she subconsciously curled Ciel, hoping that the leader of the Sava Party would say a few words for herself when the time came—no matter who took over the Golden Rooster Hotel, he would not offend the corresponding gang too much, except for those with a big background.
"Good morning." Lumian responded briefly, posting a lot of newspapers and pink paper on the walls to hide the smudges, cracks, and bed bugs, all the way to the third floor.
He closed the door to room 302 before the tenants on the third floor got up, so until now, no one has found out that Ruhl and Michelle are dead.
——Mrs. Michelle's singing before hanging herself did not alarm the surrounding neighbors, for the tenants living on the chaotic streets, there will be any noise at night, singing, shooting, fighting, shouting, sports, all kinds of things, not worth worrying about.
Lumian first put the silk handkerchief back in the hidden place in the bathroom, then stopped in front of room 302, stretched out his left palm wearing black gloves, twisted the handle, and opened the wooden door.
In the room, Mrs. Michele's body hung quietly, and the smell of the food beside Ruhl and the smell of the surrounding garbage mixed together, filling the brighter and brighter light.
Lumian stared for more than ten seconds, then turned around and left here in a slow manner.
…………
It was almost eight o'clock, and the two police officers from last time were notified and arrived at the Golden Rooster Hotel, where they saw Lumian who had used "secret glasses" to disguise himself.
"Why are you dead again?" The policeman who had asked Lumian before asked unhappily.
His face has deep lines, but his facial features are not good, and he looks a little old.
Lumian replied calmly:
"One died of illness, I am not a doctor, I can't save him."
"What about another one?" The policeman asked.
Lumian said calmly:
"I was hit and hanged myself."
The old-looking policeman frowned and turned into room 302 with his companion.
The first thing he saw was Mrs. Michele's body hanging from the window frame, and he instinctively covered his nose.
It's so dirty and smelly here!
Immediately afterwards, his eyes swept over Ruhr's body and saw the festering and pus-oozing skin and flesh.
"Bitch, is this called sick?" He couldn't help but turn his head and look at Lumian, his eyes shocked and frightened.
Lumian briefly described what happened last night, but before Tyrul was at the Roblin Clinic, the situation had already deteriorated, and it was all thanks to him pouring half a bottle of "healing potion" to save him, and he gave the credit to the fever-reducing potion of the Fool Pharmaceutical Company.
He also talked about details such as his suspicion that the pile of garbage collected by the Ruhr couple last night contained an infectious agent and let them sleep in room 307, and talked about Mrs. Michel's mention of a silk handkerchief in the bathroom.
The more the two policemen listened, the more silent they became, and their expressions were a little wrong.
When Lumian finished speaking, they quickly went to the bathroom to confirm the existence of the silk handkerchief.
The old-looking policeman glanced at Ciel outside, and said to his companion in a low voice:
"It's an occult incident again, you watch the scene here, and I'll report the matter."
The other policeman nodded:
"No problem."
Lumian watched their division of labor, patiently waiting for the official extraordinary to arrive.
In less than two quarters of an hour, the old-looking policeman returned to the Golden Rooster Hotel.
He was the only one.
What about the official extraordinaire? Lumian's eyes drank slightly.
The old-looking policeman avoided Lumian and pulled his companion to the end of the corridor, where he began to communicate in a whisper.
Lumian was far away, trying to listen but still couldn't hear what was being said.
After a while, the old-looking policeman walked up to Lumian and said with a serious face:
"It was preliminarily confirmed that he died of illness and committed suicide."
No more investigation? Lumian's eyebrows moved slightly.
The policeman repeated what he had said when he took Flemish's body, put on gloves, put the silk handkerchief into a cloth bag, and tied it tightly.
Lumian watched in silence as they put down the body, wrapped the Ruhr, and put it into the body bag, all kinds of thoughts in his mind were chaotic:
"Such a death, the official extraordinary people feel that there is no problem, there is no need to investigate?
"Or rather, that policeman didn't report the matter, and the official extraordinary person didn't know yet?
"Someone stopped him and asked him to treat this matter as an ordinary death case that did not involve a criminal offense?
「……」
One by one, Lumian quietly followed the police who carried the two bodies onto the wagon.
He walked farther away, smelling the lingering stench on Ruhl and Michelle, and tracked all the way to the door of the Market District Police Headquarters.
Looking at the gates where uniformed police officers came in and out from time to time, Lumian frowned slightly.
He initially suspected that a certain officer in the General Police Bureau had stopped the two police officers just now, but he could not further confirm who they were.
Even if he followed up with the Police Bureau, it would be impossible to track him all the way to the corresponding office due to the environment and his identity, and if he observed from the outside, he would not know who was walking out the door with a problem.
Lumian once again thought about the direction of the investigation:
"Find Franka to use divination?
"But there is no medium at all......
"Change your mind...... Why did that officer stop the investigation? Did he know that someone would be involved, or did someone already let him pay attention to something like that in advance?
"If it is the latter, then there is a high probability that it is the real power of the councilor's office......"
Lumi moved with peace of mind, left the gate of the police station, and quickly walked to the earthy yellow four-story building where the office of a member of the National Assembly in the market area was located.
He squatted at the entrance of the alley across the street, accompanied by a group of homeless people.
Not long after, he saw a police officer.
The officer was round, in his early forties, with brown hair and blue eyes, and a black-based epaulette with silvery-white vetiver irises divided into three petals.
This represents the Chief Inspector, which is one rank lower than the Superintendent.
Watching the chief inspector turn into the congressman's office, Lumian curled the corners of his mouth and smiled slightly.
…………
The second floor of the earthy yellow four-story building.
Tibert, who was pale and with curled yellow hair, entered the office of the parliamentary secretary.
The secretary was in his thirties, with black hair neatly combed back, blue eyes blocked by gold-rimmed glasses, proper facial features, and a refined temperament.
He looked at Tibert, who was coughing intermittently, threw out a cloth bag, and said with a cold expression:
"Your handkerchief has been found."
Tibert, who had dark yellow curly hair, was dressed in a black formal suit and said with a smile:
"Soon."
"Bastard!" The parliamentarian's secretary scolded, "Don't you know that your phlegm can infect others? Aren't you afraid that people from the two major churches will find out?"
Tibert's brown eyes were indifferent, and he said indifferently:
"At most, two or three untouchables will die, and no one will care about them.
"I've been sick long enough to have a new gift, which makes me irritable and wants to kill."
The council secretary looked at him for a few seconds and reprimanded in a deep voice:
"If I hadn't taken precautions in advance, the 'Purifier' would have come to you.
"It's okay if you die, don't affect us!
"Tibert, there is no next time."
Tibbert shrugged his shoulders and accepted the criticism.
ps: The last two days to ask for a monthly pass~
(End of this chapter)