The back alley at night was quiet and uninhabited.
Lumian avoided the garbage heap infested with rats and cockroaches, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes changing direction, sometimes moving forward in a large circle, as if getting rid of an invisible stalker.
Finally, he arrived at White Coat Street and entered the "abandoned" safe house whose lease had not yet expired.
Then he followed the process, closed the thick curtains, and examined every corner of the room.
Compared with the past, he not only burned bed bugs and drove away mice, but also did not let go of all kinds of flying insects the size of rice grains, so that this place was "clean".
After doing this, Lumian sat down at the table, spread out the paper, and began to write:
"Dear Ms. Hella,
"When I participated in the 'April Fool's Day' panel discussion as my sister 'Muggle', I found that 'Hisoka', 'Mad Girl', 'Bard' and 'Salted Egg Superman' reacted significantly abnormally to 'Muggle's appearance after a long time, and 'I have a friend' suspected to be a psychiatrist that 'Muggle' had visited during his last period.
"At the same time, they are all acting with 'Loki', wanting to entice other group members to go underground to find the remains of the 'Ancient Sun God'.
"I think 'Loki' is the actual leader of 'April Fool's Day', and if anyone else has a problem, he must have something wrong, so I bought a copy of the 'Ancient Sun God' information from him and asked someone to help me find out the mechanical typewriter used in the 'Alone' bar in the old street of the Trier Observatory district.
"After a field survey, I found that it was the stronghold of the Eighth Bureau, but I seemed to be targeted by 'Loki', and I was attacked in the evening, almost becoming his secret puppet, relying on my own abilities and belongings to barely escape, but this also caused my real identity to be exposed to him.
"At the time of writing this letter, I had already hid in the safe house I had prepared before, but I am not sure if I have truly escaped 'Loki's tracking.
"I feel that the possibility of him having a problem has become very high, and if he doesn't figure this out, one day in the future, he may bring great disaster to the research.
"I hope to get your help."
Lumian was not embarrassed and made his intentions straightforward.
He just wants to use himself as bait to catch "Loki" out, and let "Hela", who can borrow the "secret" power, hide in the shadows and give the "April Fool's Day" leader a fatal blow!
Facing this kind of weird and difficult guy, perhaps only "Hela", who has a higher sequence than him and Franka, and has a way to "hide", can find out the main body of the target without being discovered in advance.
Folding the letter, Lumian quickly arranged the altar and summoned the sterling silver skull head with pale flames in its eye sockets.
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Franka returned to Apartment 601, No. 3 White Coat Street, and persuaded Jane to go home temporarily and avoid it for two or three days.
After repeatedly confirming whether she really couldn't help, Jane opened the door cursing and left, rationally giving up her strength.
Franka quickly changed her clothes and changed her appearance by relying on the camouflage props she got from the "Bliss Society" member Rentas.
While putting on her makeup, she scolded her mother of fate:
"Zhen, you shouldn't let Jane go first! She is better at using these things than I am, and she has a higher level of makeup."
This is the basic skill of an actor's apprenticeship.
Simply disguised, Franka sometimes became invisible, sometimes lurking in the shadows, and circled the market area for half a circle.
During this process, she not only made anti-divination efforts but also used anti-tracking techniques she learned from Lumian.
Finally, she returned to White Coat Street and entered the building with the house number "6".
The safe house she prepared for herself was located here, and she could see the original residence diagonally opposite.
Shout...... After completing all the procedures, Franka breathed a sigh of relief and lay down on the Rune-style easy chair.
At the same time, she muttered to herself:
"I've known Charles for less than three months, how can I feel like I've experienced more than I have experienced in the previous year......
"Damn, is this guy the reincarnation of the disaster star?"
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In the safe house on White Coat Street, Lumian only waited for nearly a quarter of an hour before he saw the sterling silver skull head emerge from the darkness that suddenly emerged, biting a simple letter paper folded in half in its mouth.
"Thank you." Lumian said habitually and took the letter.
If "Hela" is unwilling to deal with the members of the "Curly Baboon Research Society" who are just suspected, then he can only give up his plan and quickly go to Franka, take her to the hills, Erato area and other suburban places with her "spirit world shuttle", and then sneak back.
He felt that only in this way could he truly get rid of "Loki's" tracking or locking, and then he could no longer be active on the open surface unless he changed the area.
Lumian unfolded the paper and found that "Hela"'s reply was very concise:
"Okay."
The corners of Lumian's mouth curled up, and crimson flames appeared in his hand, igniting the reply letter.
Immediately afterwards, he returned the surface of the table to its normal state and used the "lie" ear clip to change it back to its original appearance.
Lumian immediately extinguished the calcium carbide lamp, lay down on the bed, closed his eyes tightly, and pretended to fall asleep.
Time passed minute by minute, the night became darker and darker, and the area around White Coat Street gradually became quiet.
The crimson moonlight shines through the thick curtains, bringing a bit of brightness to the room.
I don't know how long it took, but a gray-black and small figure came in through the hole in the corner.
It was an ordinary-looking mouse.
The mouse slowly and silently came to the table, climbed up, and walked back and forth on the surface, sniffing and smelling, as if it was inspecting its territory to see if it was violated.
After a moment, it ended the gesture, shrinking into a dark area that the dim moonlight could not illuminate, and turning its body towards the bed.
The mouse looked at Lumian with deep eyes, revealing a very human feeling.
In this way, it seemed to have turned into a statue in the dark, motionless, and remained in a state of staring at Lumian.
Nearly ten minutes later, there was a faint, imperceptible sound of footsteps in the corridor outside the apartment door.
Da, da, da, the footsteps are getting closer and closer.
Suddenly, the footsteps disappeared, as if they had never appeared, or stopped at a certain place and stopped moving forward.
The mouse then left the dark area where the crimson moonlight could not directly shine, slid along the foot of the table, and returned to the hole it had drilled from.
It quickly disappeared, and the room became quieter, with only the faint sound of slow human breathing.
Lumian never opened his eyes, his body was very relaxed, and he seemed to have really fallen asleep.
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6 White Coat Street, in an apartment.
Franka lay on the easy chair, her body swaying back and forth with the chair.
She was troubled and thought about what to do next, having such a strange and terrifying enemy hiding in the shadows, dangerously peeking, is something that makes it difficult for people to feel at ease and relax whether they are sitting or standing.
"It must be solved as soon as possible, only a thousand days to be a thief, how can there be a thousand days of anti-thief, one negligence is over......
"Why don't you give up the mission and go somewhere else? Or, on the pretext that the mission will fail, directly ask Ms. "Judgment" to help catch "Loki", this is feasible, but I will be burdened with debts that will be difficult to repay until I become a demigod......
"You can also directly ask Ms. 'Hela' to call an emergency meeting, accuse 'Loki' and others of killing 'Muggle' on the spot, and ask to find trustworthy members to interrogate each other to see which side is lying, uh, 'Loki' Whether they really have a problem is not completely sure, but it is a certainty that I colluded with outsiders and brought in spies......"
The more Franka thought about it, the more irritable she became, and she directly used the sayings of her hometown without deliberately transforming them.
Suddenly, she had a strong premonition of danger.
Almost at the same time, she felt an extremely eerie cold erupt from inside her body.
Her body quickly stiffened, and a figure was reflected in her two lake-colored eyes, the same figure:
The short black formal clothes often worn by the junior staff, the neatly combed brown hair, the face with a bit of southern continental blood, and the slightly dark green but dull eyes flashed......
"Resentful Soul"! Franka had such a term flashing through her mind, knowing what kind of attack she had encountered.
Her thoughts began to blur, and her right hand was raised up against something invisible.
Franka stirs up the spirituality in her spiritual body, and the black flame of the "witch" erupts from the inside out.
This targets spirits and can burn "resentful souls", and the "witch's" are obviously more resistant to this flame than other methods, and can completely exchange injuries for getting out of trouble, or even severely injuring enemies.
At this moment, a rather magnetic voice sounded in Franka's ears:
"It's useless, give up."
This sound was like a sharp arrow, piercing Franka's spirit and interrupting her attempt to condense the black flame.
As soon as the voice fell, her mind seemed to be covered with thick fog, and a thick piece of frosted glass seemed to appear in front of her.
The voice continued:
"I don't need to go all out in the evening, it's just a test, the guy who seals a high-ranking existence and pretends to be a 'Mugger' must have some special abilities.
"After the temptation, things are even more interesting, I went to him just now, and I didn't feel safe enough, so I plan to turn you into my secret puppet first and make a surprise attack.
"Hehe, do you think you can get rid of my lock? We all have a little bit of a special thing, as long as we are within a kilometer, I can sense your location with the help of the power of the Great Being.
"I've wanted a 'witch' as a secret puppet for a long time, it must taste very good......"
Franka's spirit body was affected by this sound again and again, and her efforts to stimulate the "mirror stand-in" and condense the black flame in advance were interrupted again and again, her thoughts became more and more sluggish, and her joints seemed to be filled with glue.
"He, 'Loki', can sense my position?
"What's so special, why can he ......?"
Before Franka could think of a possibility and make a complete resistance, the magnetic voice had already said with a smile:
"I can't delay any longer, I have to speed up the progress to avoid accidents."
At this point, the voice turned respectful, and chanted in a language that Franca was unusually familiar with:
"Fusheng Xuanhuang Immortal Venerable;
"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianjun......"
(End of this chapter)