In the sound of the monocle falling and sliding, the guard tilted his head and looked at Lumian with a look that was both stunned and puzzled.
His attitude was quite strange, neither angry nor shouting for other companions to help, as if everything he had just encountered was nothing more than a dramatic performance full of mysteries.
With a smile on his face, Lumian walked past the guard and went up the stairs without looking back.
After the guard's eyes flashed a few times, he gave up reaching out to stop him.
Although there was still a puzzled and thoughtful expression on his face, his eyes changed rapidly, and the corners of his mouth curled up, as if he was expecting something, as if he felt that a good show was about to be staged.
When Lumian arrived on the second floor, the two guards wearing monocles also did not stop him, watching the intruder pass by him with a slightly eccentric and expectant smile.
Isn't there a low-sequence extraordinary? Lumian muttered silently in disappointment.
He was ready and waiting for a battle, in order to show the "Alone" bar opposite, who knew that the remaining fake Amon in the "different" cabaret were ordinary people, and no one tried to deal with him.
However, it is normal to think about it, Amon is not a "fool" and a "great mother" and can give gifts to believers on a large scale, and the middle and low order extraordinary people should have been "parasitized", and in the previous battle between angels that ordinary people could not detect, it is estimated that it has been eliminated.
The rest of these are likely to be unclear even if the dance hall has changed and many colleagues have mysteriously disappeared, and they thought that Lumian would become the same kind after a while, or encounter a prank that would scare him crazy.
Since there was no fake Amon to play opposite him, Lumian had to direct and act himself.
He directly pulled out the revolver hidden in the gun pocket under his armpit, headed towards the rooms on both sides of the corridor, and pulled the trigger at will.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Each bullet hit a glass window accurately, and the sound of shattering came one after another, accompanied by gunshots, which came far away.
The guards on the second floor were a little surprised and confused when they saw Lumian's performance, wondering if this guy had been repeatedly deceived by a colleague so much that he had a nervous breakdown and became a madman.
Otherwise, how could he not get along with the air and windows?
These guards instinctively raised their right hands and pinched the monocles sandwiched in their eye sockets, looking more and more expectant, wanting to see what kind of ending this good show would be.
Go ahead and face the icebergs beneath the sea and the fear in the dark!
After Lumian fired four shots in a row, he came to the office that looked the biggest.
He pushed open the closed door and found a man sitting behind the wide wooden table.
The man had a wide forehead, narrow cheeks, dark and slightly curly hair, and light blue eyes without focus.
Similarly, he wore a crystal-like monocle in his right eye and a loose and comfortable black robe.
"Timmons?" Lumian walked in and asked with a slight frown.
The man suddenly came back to his senses, as if he had lost some important item, and replied in a disappointed mood:
"I'm Timmons."
"You're not dead yet?" Lumian asked in surprise and amusement.
In his cognition, other people in the "different" dance hall will be in the superposition of "It's Amon" and "It's not Amon", but the boss here Timmons must be the kind who is deeply "parasitized", and such people will definitely be completely cleaned up and lose their lives in the previous angel-level battle.
Now it seems that this is not the case.
Timmons glanced at Lumian, maintaining that soul-like frustration and emptiness, and said:
"There are many people who want me to die, but they don't seem to have the ability to curse.
"Maybe I'm dead, and now I'm just a body."
"It doesn't matter, the important thing is that you have to return my client 11 Fairkin, principal plus interest." Lumian took out the contract given by the bankrupt businessman Fitzgerald from his satchel with his left hand.
He waited eagerly, waiting for Timmons to refuse his request and choose to attack himself.
Timmons shook off some of his frustration, raised his hand to hold his forehead, and smiled:
"There is cash and accessories in the safe, take it yourself, the password is 010103."
"I thought you would resist a little." Lumian sighed in disappointment.
Timmons looked at the revolver in his hand and said:
"I'm just a fraudster, not a miser, I can cheat again when the money is gone, and if people die, there is nothing.
"Moreover, I have lost the most important thing today, compared to it, 11 Felkin is nothing."
What does it mean that you can cheat again if you run out of money? Haven't you thought about getting rich legally? Lumian pursed his mouth and walked sideways towards the mechanical safe placed in this office.
Three, two, one...... As he approached the safe, he counted down the time, waiting for Timmons to attack him from behind.
However, the owner of the "different" dance hall did nothing, did not even shout for help, and tried to call the police.
Lumian squatted in front of the iron-gray mechanical safe, and according to the password given by Timmons, he twisted the knob again and again, and heard a clicking sound.
He glanced at the bills and gold bars that were obviously more than 10 felkin, opened his satchel, and swept them all in.
After doing this, Lumian raised his revolver, slammed the window of this office, and climbed up.
The corners of Timmons' mouth curled up again, bringing with him the playful smile that everyone here has.
At this moment, Lumian suddenly turned around and pulled the trigger on him.
Bang!
A yellow bullet grazed Timmons' hair and hit the cabinet next to him, and got in.
Wearing a monocle, Timmons' body shrank suddenly, his smile was gone, and his eyes were suspicious.
He even smelled a scorching smell coming from the top of his head.
Lumian laughed, waved his hand and said:
"Are you surprised?"
After asking, he jumped off the windowsill and landed in the alley behind the "different" dance hall.
Timmons' expression gradually restrained, and he was puzzled and dazed.
In the "Different" song and dance, although the people wearing monocles in their right eyes and short suits are doing different things, they are eagerly looking forward to the intruder wearing a monocle and going downstairs to officially join the big family.
In the occasional gunfire, they never waited for the picture they wanted to see.
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In the old street near Purgatory Square, there is a bell tower belonging to the "Eternal Sun" church, and next to the bell tower is a new ten-story building.
Franka was dressed as a common female mercenary, holding a brass-colored telescopic monocular, standing on the edge of the rooftop, looking at the "alone" bar from a distance.
In the faint sound of gunshots, Liya, a bartender in a white shirt, black tie and dark knee-length skirt, appeared at the door, looking at the "different" dance hall diagonally opposite.
Not long after, Franka discovered a gray mouse crawling out of Lia's feet, crossing the street and disappearing into the wall of the ancient building.
After another two or three minutes, a man and a woman left the "Alone" bar, forcibly broke through the guards' obstruction, and entered the "different" cabaret.
Franka used a monoculars to carefully look at the two people for a while, and found that when they "communicated" with the guards, their expressions were vivid, their limbs were flexible, and there was nothing abnormal.
"Secret Couple?" Franka made a guess.
As for where the "Secret Puppet Master" who created and manipulated the puppet was, she couldn't see it at all, and could only roughly judge that the effective range of this ability was tens of meters, or even more.
At the same time, she couldn't help but complain a few words:
"When there is an audience, it is a 'real person', but when there is no audience, it is too lazy to maintain facial expressions and character details? This is too unprofessional, isn't it?
"Or is it specifically to scare the people around you who are peeping, and the citizens who happen to pass by and occasionally glance at them?"
Franka waited patiently, until Lumian returned to her original state, changed her clothes, and did a good job of anti-tracking.
Those who go back and forth, except for Lia, are all puppets!
"This is too cautious, too cautious and careful, right? I can't find anything, I can only confirm that there is really a 'Secret Puppet Master' here, probably more than one." Franka complained to Lumian.
Just listening to her description, Lumian felt a feeling of swelling and pain in his head when facing Amon.
Is the reason why they become "neighbors" that they are all good at hiding their true selves and are weird and hard to find?
"Can't use 'magic mirror divination' to get clues?" Lumian thought for a moment.
Franka shook her head:
"This is the 'fortune teller' way, unless I can directly get one of the puppets, I can't find out their true body."
Lumian was silent, glanced at the "different" cabaret that had returned to peace, and said:
"Go back, at the next gathering, collect clues from 'I have a friend', 'Hisoka' and 'Bard', they should not be as difficult to find as 'Loki', we can still pretend to be deceived and see if we can catch them."
At that time, he can't "Hidden Sword" come forward, but "Muggle" himself, because Franka has already bought a copy of "Loki's" information and is one of the suspects in tracking him down.
"Okay." Franka thought about it, this was the only way.
The two quickly left the high-rise apartment building and hired a four-wheeled four-seater taxi.
When the carriage arrived at the junction of the Observatory Area and the Memorial Hall, Franka turned her head to the side and glanced at Lumian:
"Don't do anti-tracking again?"
"Isn't it okay if you have anti-divination?" Lumian responded with a smile, "Besides, after leaving the 'different' dance hall, I have done anti-tracking several times."
Franka stared at him for two seconds, then sighed helplessly:
"Okay."
…………
Market area, market avenue.
Lumian carried a satchel containing a large amount of banknotes and gold on his back, bid farewell to Franka, and walked towards the chaotic street, while Franka returned to White Coat Street.
The streets were as noisy and congested as ever, and Lumian passed through the vendors and pedestrians, close to the Golden Rooster Hotel.
Suddenly, he felt that his body had become uncoordinated, and it seemed as if a lot of glue had been poured into his joints.
(End of this chapter)