Chapter 327 Which is true and which is false (thank you for rewarding the Silver League again day by day)
After briefly mentioning the reason for choosing his current seat, Buller looked up at Lumian and said with a self-deprecating smile:
"I didn't expect you to shoot directly."
Lumian touched the revolver on his right hand and smiled slightly:
"It seems that the people you met before were good citizens who obeyed the law."
Bueller, who had been beaten several times before developing his current habits, subconsciously wanted to refute, but after comparing the previous and current performances, he felt that what the other party said was very reasonable.
Thanks to the protection of the law, he, a columnist for Ghostface magazine, has survived to this day!
"Aren't you afraid of the police?" Bueller glanced sideways at the waiter who was holding the menu and drink list and did not dare to come over, "Shooting in a place like this is not a trivial matter, someone should have already called the police."
Lumian smiled:
"So, we have to hurry."
As he spoke, he picked up the pistol, pushed out the revolving wheel, and filled a yellow bullet into the blank space in front of Bueller.
"I want to know which courtesans have left City Wall Street and left this flower world in the past two months." Lumian asked slowly.
Bueller instinctively shook his head:
"They can't be regarded as real courtesans, those ladies have their own luxurious residences and fixed status lovers, they frequently go in and out of high society, and they can influence a certain industry or certain policies just by language.
"I just want to know who fits my description." Lumian doesn't care at all about the specific definition of "courtesan".
Buller glanced at the revolver in his hand and recalled:
"Four, little Joerna married a Rune merchant and went to Beckland, 'White Vase' Sophie became the lover of Congressman Baptiste, began to attend some high-society dinners and salons, and hoped to become a real courtesan, 'Dew Rose' Mary suffered from mental illness, destroyed her face with scissors one morning, and was sent to an asylum, and 'Spice Beauty' Paulina suddenly disappeared from City Wall Street, as if she had been taken away by someone with status."
While Bueller was narrating, he saw the handsome villain in front of him who had shot at the slightest disagreement, took out sticky notes and absorbent pens, and took notes seriously.
He swallowed his saliva and continued:
"I met Paulina on Vincent Street some time ago, and she was doing really well, with a four-wheeled carriage, a maid, a servant, and a housekeeper.
"Unfortunately, I had other things at the time and didn't figure out where she lived."
Vincent Street...... Lumian remembered that this was one of the five streets that Franca had divined, the farthest from the walled street, and it was a fairly quiet upscale neighborhood.
Based on Bühler's description, he initially suspected that Paulina had become Guillaume. Bennet's lover.
For a wanted criminal, it is definitely safer to directly take care of a would-be courtesan than to frequently go to City Wall Street to consume, and Guillaume. Bene himself belongs to a person with brains and abilities, and he is currently only a person with a stronger desire for intercourse, making him more likely to be hungry, and he has not become a fool, unable to control himself at all, and will inevitably choose a less risky plan.
At this time, the sound of rapid footsteps came from outside the café, and three police officers were quickly approaching the door.
Lumian put on his dark blue peaked hat unhurriedly, put away the sticky note paper and absorbent pen, counted out the 50 Feldin bill, and placed it in front of Buller.
After doing these things, he took the revolver, got up and walked to the back door of the café next to it, opened the door and left.
Bang!
The police pushed open the door of the "Hope Cafe".
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Vincent Street, villa-type houses stand on both sides, the road is wide and clean, there are few pedestrians, and occasionally horse-drawn carriages pass by.
After Lumian turned here, at a glance, he felt like he had nowhere to start.
You can't sneak in from house to house and search room by room, right?
And even if he really wanted to do this, he was not the most suitable person, and it was obviously more appropriate to leave it to Franka, but it was very dangerous.
After thinking for a few tens of seconds, Lumian smiled, walked towards one of the houses, and rang the doorbell directly.
Opening the dark brown door was a young male servant who had no Southern Continental descent, looked at Lumian with a puzzled face, and asked in a pure Trier accent:
"Sir, do you have something to do?"
Lumian said with a smile:
"I want to find out which lady is the most beautiful on this street."
"......" The male servant was dumbfounded when he heard it, it was the first time he had met someone who inquired about this kind of news.
No, it's not the first time I've encountered it, everyone discusses privately, when bragging in the bar, occasionally some people are curious about this kind of thing, but how can you knock on a stranger's door and ask directly when the sun is fierce?
What exactly does this person want to do?
Before the servant could react, Lumian had already taken out a 10 ferkin bill and handed it over with a smile.
The male servant's eyelids jumped, and he hesitated for a few seconds, but finally chose to accept it.
He suspected that the young man opposite was the kind of fake "Dantiist" who specialized in deceiving wealthy ladies of their bodies and property, and his appearance and behavior were very much in line with the description in the newspaper.
But if the target is not your wife and lady, why refuse a reward?
When the other person gets what they want, a certain lady also gets pleasure!
The male servant glanced left and right, pressed his throat and said:
"The lady who lives in No. 50 is very beautiful, she is a real Trier, she is actually married to a provincial from the south, and her accent is ......."
The male servant shook his head indignantly and contemptuously, as if he had been unhappy about this matter for a long time.
The smile on Lumian's face became even more obvious.
Sure enough, the parish priest, who has the negative effect of the "urge to show off", after getting a beautiful Trier courtesan, it is difficult not to show off to the surrounding neighbors.
He may not hold a dinner ball to announce, and it is unlikely that he will directly bring his lover to visit him, but he will definitely somehow appear in the eyes of his neighbors from time to time, letting them know that people from other provinces can also have beautiful courtesans as mistresses.
At this time, Guillaume. Benet himself must have done enough disguise, but it is unlikely that he will let his mistress hide his beautiful appearance, and even let her dress up carefully in order to show an impressive demeanor.
Of course, Lumian cannot be sure that the lady is Paulina, the mistress of the parishioner, but the fact that he has received the expected feedback little by little by a bold assumption and careful verification makes him feel that he is far away from Guillaume. Bene was getting closer.
Outside the gate of 50 Vincent Street, Lumian casts his gaze into it as a passerby.
It was an off-white three-story building, and behind it was vaguely visible with green lawns and colorful gardens, where a gardener was pruning, revealing his profile.
Lumian quickly took his gaze back and crossed the pilasters of the building with an expressionless face.
He was worried that the prolonged gaze would arouse suspicion in some people.
As for whether the priest would recognize him in secret, he was not worried, because before leaving, he used the "Face of Nesser" to partially change his appearance, and pretended to use makeup to tell his companions about the actions together.
The black in the gold and handsome can be Lumian or someone else, as long as Guillaume. Bene did not have the ability to see through illusion and actively use it, so it was impossible to find out that the stalker had arrived in this area.
Lumian's current plan is to leave Vincent Street directly, change to Jana or Franka, hide in the shadow of the house opposite No. 50, and patiently monitor until the target can be ruled out.
The reason why he didn't come back disguised as a homeless man like before was because there were almost no homeless people on this street, and if one or two occasionally appeared, they would be quickly taken away by the servants.
Before leaving the off-white building, Lumian glanced sideways again very naturally, and saw a male figure appear behind the window of the living room.
The figure is not tall, less than 1.7 meters, wearing a dark shirt and black trousers, with a relatively strong physique, a slightly raised nose, and black hair that is neither short nor long.
In an instant, Lumian's pupils dilated sharply, and he quickly returned to normal.
The corners of his mouth were raised little by little, and it seemed as if an invisible flame was ignited in his eyes.
Although the man made a good camouflage, even if he was burned to ashes, Lumian could recognize it!
He is the parish priest Guillaume of the village of Cordu. Bene!
Lumian retracted his gaze with difficulty and continued to move forward.
At the same time, his mind was racing and he began to think about which course of action to choose next.
Before long, he arrived at the end of Vincent Street.
At this moment, a parrot with green and white feathers flew in from the direction of City Wall Street, landed on his shoulder, and chirped:
"We have found a goal!"
Found the target? Then who am I seeing? Another priest of the parish? Lumian was shocked and suspicious, and was a little stunned for a while.
Which side is the real Guillaume. Bennet? Did you make a mistake in your own judgment, or were the "Iron-Blooded Cross" and the "Rat" Christo gang deceived?
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A quarter of an hour ago, City Wall Street, "Dill" brothel.
Albus was in the attached bar on the first floor, drinking Lie Langzi, while observing what the waiters, handymen and foreman in this brothel were responsible for.
During this process, he would casually look at the customers who came down, but he didn't gain anything, because those who wanted to hide their identities were wearing all kinds of masks, and those who didn't want to hide their identities were almost impossible for him.
After having a general understanding of the operation of the "dill" brothel, Albus took the opportunity to go to the bathroom and turned to the road to the kitchen, waiting for a waiter with a few sticky notes.
This waiter is responsible for summarizing the needs of each room and placing orders with the kitchen.
Albus, who had dark red hair, took the initiative to greet him, and took out a handful of golden coins and a thick stack of banknotes directly from his pocket.
The waiter suddenly showed a puzzled and curious expression.
Albus smiled and said:
"I'm here to find a bastard, I don't know what he disguises himself in, I only know that he is about the same height as you, he likes to find the most famous girls, and he likes to find food to fill his stomach immediately after exercising.
"If you can provide me with the corresponding information, these are all yours."
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(End of this chapter)