After remembering where 13 Market Avenue was, Lumian's first reaction was Gardner. Martin wanted to harm himself.
An anomalous place that even the official extraordinary cannot solve, what do you mean by letting me stay for one night?
Lumian still remembers that once, after putting on his "peepholes", he saw a gloomy and dark scorched building, and saw a blurred face with unusually empty eyes behind a glass window in that house.
At that time, he instinctively felt uneasy, thinking that it was Aosta. Trul said it was a dangerous place, but because he had no intention of exploring it at all, and lacked the spirit of adventure, it was impossible to touch the anomaly there, so he turned his head and left this matter behind.
In the blink of an eye, Lumi arranged for Gardner. Martin wanted to use the scorched building to set a trap and murder himself.
As a member of the secret organization "Iron Blood Cross", as a powerful extraordinary person with at least sequence 6 and suspected sequence 5, the boss of the Sava Party really wants to get rid of a dissident subordinate.
At the same time, Lumian Lian remembered what he had seen and heard during this time:
The charred building was near White Coat Street, and every time he went from the Breeze Ballroom to his safe house, or to look for Franka, he would pass by it, often seeing homeless people sleeping in it, sheltering from the rain, never seeing the official extraordinary or the patrolling police, and never hearing of anyone dead there.
He believes that the burnt building is very dangerous for three main reasons: First, Aosta. Trul's inspiration suggests that it has never been dismantled, as if there is a mysterious force preventing such things from happening, and third, his own intuitive feeling after wearing "secret glasses".
Combined with these manifestations, Lumian believed that there was indeed a problem there, and the problem was not small, but under normal circumstances, abnormalities were unlikely to be touched, and certain conditions had to be met.
"But if the problem doesn't break out, Gardner. What did Martin arrange for me to stay there for the night...... Test my guts? This is the most meaningless." Lumian grunted silently.
He believed he had given Gardner. The most profound impression left by Martin and others should be boldness.
After a short thought, Lumian looked at Gardner. Martin, without hiding his worries and doubts, said:
"13 Market Avenue? I heard something wasn't right there."
"If there is no problem, what kind of test is it to send you to stay for one night?" Gardner. Martin responded with a smile, "As long as there is no problem with your response, I believe you can come out intact."
This is a test of how I can deal with "sudden" abnormal events without any intelligence? Lumian nodded with some understanding first, and then more doubts arose:
"If you really have such a purpose, Gardner. Why did Martin come over late at night and let me go to 13 Market Avenue right away? Can't you wait until daytime to do this? It can also test my ability to gather intelligence and see who I would contact......
"The biggest impact on me was that I didn't have the opportunity to summon the messenger of the 'Magician' lady to seek her advice and possible help, and not to face the dangers that lurked in the charred building alone......
"But Gardner. Martin didn't know that I could summon a demigod messenger, and he wasn't guarding against that...... If he suspected that there were other forces standing behind me, he would not have given me the opportunity to squeeze into the core layer, that is, the 'Iron-Blooded Cross', and would have found a way to make me completely 'disappear'......
"Well, if I really doubt it, he will give me plenty of time to see where I go and who I contact, so as to determine if there is a problem......
"He made things so urgent, he should have had other purposes......
"Giving me time to prepare means that I may regret not going to No. 13 Market Avenue and turn around and sell the information that this charred building is suspected of being related to the 'Iron Blood Cross' to the officials?
"But the problem is, even if I succeed in staying until the sun rises, I can regret it and betray them...... Pick it up on the spot and sign the contract?"
After thinking about it, Lumian still couldn't figure out Gardner. Martin's true intentions.
Trials should be one of them, but there must be a hidden purpose!
The only thing Lumian can be sure of is Gardner. Martin had no idea of killing himself for the time being, this mission may be life-threatening, but it will not be too big, and the risk is hidden elsewhere.
After all kinds of thoughts kept popping up and precipitating, Lumian finally made a decision:
"Okay, I'll go now."
Gardner. Martin laughed:
"Very good, if you agree very readily, I won't be satisfied.
"One of the most important characteristics of people who can join the core layer is that they have brains and can think, otherwise, wouldn't it be better to find a way to buy a few new steam robots from the 'God of Steam and Machinery' church?"
You mean Franka has a brain but not much, thinks but is not comprehensive? Lumian couldn't help but scold in his heart.
Of course, he also knew that the reason why the boss did not let Franka join the core layer was definitely not this.
After the scolding, Lumian responded with a smile to Gardner. Martin:
"I'm looking forward to the core layer you described, boss."
As he spoke, he turned around and prepared to walk downstairs to 13 Market Avenue.
Gardner. Martin stopped him and said casually:
"Don't tell anyone about it, including those sleeping next to your pillow, like Jane singing below."
"Okay." Lumian said this, but he didn't think so.
This matter must be shared with Franka and Jenna!
However, these two guys have been busy investigating the disappearance of the janitor of the Deep Valley Monastery recently, and they are not very attentive to the affairs of the Sava Party.
After leaving the Breeze Ballroom, Lumian raised his hand and touched his left chest.
Immediately afterwards, he drew a triangular emblem, as if praying for good luck to the "god of steam and machinery".
There was still water on the ground that had just rained, and Lumian quickly arrived at the intersection near White Coat Street along the iron-black street lamp poles.
In front of it stood a six-story building that had been burned to pitch black, and the walls were often peeling off, like a pair of hollow and dark "eyes" growing from that house.
At this time, two or three homeless people slept on the first floor, which was no longer open to doors and window frames, and was covered with blackened masonry and charred wood.
Lumian stood on the side of the road and looked up for a while, but he didn't notice any blurred faces stuck to the window.
Do you have to wear "secret glasses" to "see"? Lumian no longer hesitated, passed through the dirty doorway and entered the target building.
He did not feel anything abnormal from his body or soul.
Bypassing the few homeless people, Lumian found what was suspected to be a living room.
It had a small room inside, the wooden door was burned to the point of shaking, but not completely damaged, and outside the broken glass window was an alley behind the market avenue.
Lumian walked in and carefully closed the wooden door.
Then, he sat on the ground by the window, always ready to dig out this abnormal building.
In the inevitable state of torment, time passed minute by minute, the night was getting deeper and deeper, Lumian never noticed any problems, it was so quiet that only the cough of the homeless echoed from time to time.
Suddenly, he straightened his back.
He heard slow footsteps.
The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and there was a knock on the broken wooden door that could not be locked at all, instantly dyeing the quiet night with an uneasy atmosphere.
At this moment, Lumian's magnificent cascading voice sounded in his mind:
"Don't respond."
Don't respond...... Lumian's hair stood on end instantly.
Although he couldn't fully trust the fateful angel, considering the current situation, after weighing it for a few seconds, he still chose to look at the door silently without saying a word.
Boom, boom, boom.
The knock on the door came one after another, with long intervals, slow and heavy.
Boom, boom, boom.
After knocking for a while, the person outside finally made a sound:
"Help me, I'm the one who sleeps outside.
"Help me, help me, a murderer rushed in here!"
It's too outrageous...... Lumian relieved his highly tense nerves with a self-amusement mentality.
He never responded, as if no one was present in this small room.
The voices outside became more and more intense, but the speed of speech slowed down a bit, and there was an inconspicuous, strange pause:
"He, here! He, here! I'm going to be killed!
"The next one is you!"
As soon as the words fell, the knocker suddenly let out a scream.
Lumian immediately heard a dull thump.
Plop! It seems that someone has fallen to the ground.
Then, the heavy object outside the door was slowly dragged further away.
Not long after, the tooth-tinging cutting sound came into the room, interspersed with the movement of gnawing and the loud chewing sound.
A picture suddenly appeared in Lumian's mind:
A certain dark shadow was squatting on the ground, splitting a human corpse with axes and other items, and picking up an arm from time to time and biting it a few times.
After a while, the similar movement disappeared.
Boom, boom, boom.
The small room where Lumian was was knocked again.
"If you don't open the door again, I'll come in." The person who spoke was still the person who asked for help just now.
Lumian looked at the crumbling wooden door and had some thoughts in his mind:
"As long as I don't respond, the anomaly outside can't open this door and really threaten me?
"This door is obviously unlocked, and it has been burned by fire, so it is very fragile, and it can't be opened......
"It does not have the ability to open any door, and must respond to the person behind the door to establish a connection in the occult sense?"
One thought flashed through him, and Lumian had a better understanding of the current situation, and he had a lot more confidence in his heart.
Dong, dong, dong, amidst the knock on the door, the man outside said intermittently:
"I didn't, I lied to you.
"I really will, open the door myself, come in.
"I'll give you again, ten seconds, time."
Lumian scoffed, and his heart became more and more determined.
He wanted to mock the other person in his heart and let it "open it if you have the ability", but he was worried that this would also be counted as a response, so he forcibly suppressed those thoughts.
Boom, boom, boom.
It was another three knocks at longer intervals.
Suddenly, Lumian heard an inaudible creak.
He immediately saw the rickety tattered wooden door slowly retreat, opening a dark crack.
It's opening.
(End of this chapter)