Chapter 310 agitation
Hearing Lumian's question, Anthony, whose face was already fat and his skin was a little shiny. Red stared at him with dark brown eyes for a few seconds and said:
"I don't understand what you mean."
The intelligence dealer was in a stable mood, with a normal expression, and seemed to really not care about Ge. Artois's death.
Lumian smiled, did not make further inquiries, and pointed downstairs and said:
"Let me treat you to a drink.
"You helped me before, and we fought together, please have a drink and see me off."
Anthony. Red touched the receding pale yellow hairline with his right hand, which was not carrying the suitcase, and thought for a moment:
"Okay."
The two of them entered the basement bar down the stairs with only one gas street lamp and sat at the counter.
"What do you want a cup of?" Lumian said in a comfortable tone as if he were returning to his own home.
"Fennel vermouth." Anthony. Rhett responded concisely.
"Absinthe......" Lumian laughed, took out a silver coin of 1 ferkin and four copper coins of 5 coppes, and threw it to the bar owner Pavard with a ponytail. Neeson, "Two glasses of 'somersault'."
"Somersault" is a black word in the bar, referring to double fennel vermouth and one part "little mummy".
The latter requires 7 ricks, while the former is 12 ricks.
Pawar. Nissen turned over the normal cup and gave it to Lumian and Anthony. Red poured a dreamy green liquid.
As soon as Lumian took a sip, he felt the familiar bitterness and freshness, and saw Pavard with a dark brown beard next to his mouth. Neeson suppressed his voice slightly flatteringly and said:
"Charles, do you have that medicine?"
The bar owner and amateur painter believes that "Lion" Ciel, as a well-known gang leader, must have two or three channels to get his hands on illegal drugs.
"What medicine?" Lumian's thumb rubbed the cup body and asked with an unchanged smile.
Pawar. Neeson knew Anthony. Red is an intelligence dealer and often comes into contact with various illegal incidents, so he did not avoid him, and explained in a low voice:
"Spiritual illegal drugs, hey, when I was affected by the strange tree before, I drew the draft I was most satisfied with, no, it was not only the most satisfying, but also the aesthetic level that I had been pursuing but never been able to reach, perfectly expressing my thoughts and concepts, after that, I never had that feeling again, all I drew was shit! I thought, try psychotropic drugs, hoping to bring back that experience."
Lumian took another sip of vermouth with a blurred color, and said with a sarcastic smile:
"If I were you, I would choose never to paint again, you don't have the talent of a painter at all."
Waiting for Pawar. Neeson responded, he smiled "hehe":
"Relying on drug stimulation to draw okay works proves that you have no talent!"
"But many famous painters have used ......" Pawar. Before Nissen could finish speaking, he was forcibly interrupted by Lumian.
He said with a "tsk":
"That means that their creative ability is starting to decline, and their inspiration is no longer sufficient.
"Isn't this cheating? The work drawn with drug stimulation was compared with other works drawn by other painters normally, and barely won, and was selected for the exhibition, hung in the exhibition hall, and loudly declared to every visitor, 'Look, I am a despicable person, I am a person with low self-esteem, medicine is my talent, and the devil is my parent.'"
See Pawar. Neeson's face gradually turned gray, and Lumian opened his arms slightly and asked further:
"Will you be proud of this?
"If you have talent, you are no longer an amateur painter, even if you can't pass the jury and can't be selected by the exhibition of living artists, you should have a private gallery to come to you, and you know better than me what the reality is."
Speaking of this, Lumian smiled:
"You can't succeed with medicine, you can use it, everyone will use it, this is not a technical thing, when everyone uses it, it is not the original talent and level?"
Pawar. Neeson's lips pursed for a while, but he couldn't speak.
With a gloomy expression, he took two steps back and sat down, his soul seemed to be out of his body.
Anthony. Red had been drinking anise vermouth quietly, and then looked sideways at Lumian:
"You don't really approve of the use of banned psychotropic drugs."
"What if not?" Lumian sneered.
Anthony. Rhett looked at Pavard, who was struggling with himself. Neeson, thoughtfully, said:
"You seem to have convinced him."
"I just ignited the shame in him." Lumian replied in a flat tone.
Anthony. Red nodded slightly:
"What if I can't convince you?"
Lumian smiled suddenly:
"I'm not his godfather."
If you don't persuade them, you won't be persuaded.
Anthony. Red was silent for a few seconds, then looked at Lumian again:
"The way you dissuade is different from your usual style, is this acting?"
Very keen, very observant...... He is indeed an extraordinary person in the middle sequence of the "audience" path...... If I can ignite the fire in the heart of an "audience", it should be of great help to my digestion...... Lu Mian sighed a few words in his heart, holding the wine glass with rippling green liquid, looking forward and saying:
"I picked up some leaflets before, saying that in the war with the Kingdom of Rune a few years ago, Hug. Artois abandoned his troops and let a large number of people die."
Anthony. Red didn't say anything, quietly drinking anise vermouth.
Lumian looked at the bar where there was no one else and continued:
"I remember you got the aftereffects of battlefield trauma in that war a few years ago."
Gollum, Anthony. Rhett took a big sip of the green wine.
Lumian didn't mention the fact that there was a congressional campaign poster in the room of the intelligence dealer, looking at the soulless Pawar. Neeson said to himself:
"If you just hate Yuge. Artois, who must have been very happy to hear that he had been assassinated, was drunk in the bar.
"If you want to figure out Yuge. Why Artois did that, why he was able to enter politics and run for parliament after doing that, and figure out who was supporting him, then he had to find other clues to let the deceased sleep underground.
"The official extraordinary should be investigating this matter, but they have too many constraints, and they are not as unscrupulous as the wild extraordinary."
Anthony. Red maintained the sitting position just now and took another big sip of anise vermouth.
Lumian chuckled:
"It's really troublesome, there are so many obstacles and dangers, giving up is something that everyone has, anyway. Artois is dead, and the murderer who directly caused the tragedy is dead, and the deceased should be able to get some comfort."
Anthony. Red stopped drinking, and there was no change in expression on the middle-aged fat face.
Lumian glanced sideways at him, lowered his voice, and said with a smile:
"People with serious mental illness should not be able to continue to be promoted in the 'audience' path, and even if they are not promoted, they may suddenly lose control of the corresponding stimuli and become monsters.
Speaking of this, Lumian restrained the expression on his face and looked at Anthony. Red's side face and asked in a deep voice:
"Do you want to leave with regret and unwillingness, wait in pain to become a monster, dare not face your former comrades-in-arms, or risk your life to continue to investigate and be your own hero?"
I didn't go to see Anthony. Red's reaction, Lumian jumped off the high stool, picked up the glass of anise vermouth, and drank the rest of the wine in one gulp.
Then, he approached Anthony. In Red's ear, he whispered:
"Yuge. I made a contribution to Artois's death.
"We are still investigating his problems."
See Anthony. After Rhett trembled slightly, Lumian straightened up and left the basement bar without looking back.
He went all the way back to room 207, did not close the door, and lit the calcium carbide lamp.
He immediately reversed his chair and sat down, looking at the dark corridor with a relaxed posture.
Lumian waited unusually quietly, like the person who was sure he could wait to see him.
As time passed, the couple began to quarrel again, and drunkards gradually appeared on the streets.
There was a sound of footsteps that were not heavy, and with obvious hesitation, he approached room 207 where the lights were pouring out.
The corners of Lumian's mouth gradually curled up, and he leaned back on the back of his chair and looked at the door.
Not long after, Anthony was wearing a military green top and trousers of the same color, wearing strapless leather boots, and his hair was very short and only a thin layer. Rhett appeared there.
He stood in the area radiated by the calcium carbide lamp, looking at Lumian sitting smiling at the wooden table, his facial muscles slightly distorted.
He said in a low voice:
"I know you're stimulating me, I know you're here to play, but, but you're right......"
Anthony, who is already middle-aged. Red raised his right hand, pressed his left chest, and said with a ferocious expression:
"For the past few years, my heart has been burning with the flames of pain and unwillingness."
Lumian laughed, closed his eyes, and sensed that the "arsonist" magic potion had digested a little more.
He immediately stood up and said to Anthony. Rhett said:
"Facts are the most powerful weapon of persuasion."
Anthony. After Red said what he had just said, his whole body seemed to relax, and there were no more inner struggles and contradictions.
He walked into room 207, closed the wooden door, examined the surrounding situation and said:
"Yuge. Artois was really killed by you? Where have you gone now?"
"Assassination of Yuge. Celia of Artois. Bello is my friend, who first discovered Hug. Artois is supported by multiple sects of evil gods." Lumian replied briefly, and then said sincerely, "I'm sorry, I just lied to you."
Anthony. Rhett was stunned for a moment:
"Which sentence?"
Lumian smiled:
"We haven't actually started tracking down Hugue yet. The people and forces behind Artois."
(End of this chapter)