Chapter 400 Execution Ground (Asking for a guaranteed monthly pass in October)
Lugano glanced at Lumian with a slight strangeness:
"Have you heard about this surgery?"
After responding subconsciously, he smiled:
"As expected of you, you are knowledgeable and have a wide range of hobbies, and you even know this kind of cutting-edge surgery."
"It seems you know very well." Lumian ignored Lugano's flattery.
Lugano nodded quickly:
"I have read in several magazines that some doctors believe that the essence of this surgery is to destroy the patient's brain and is irreversible, that is, it seems to cure the patient's madness, but it makes him stupid, always calm, and no longer has mood swings.
"They feel that if this kind of surgical treatment is not used, there is still hope that the madness will be cured through other methods, but once they are stupid, it will never be cured."
There are still many doctors in Intis who have a high level of academic knowledge and dare to tell the truth, and their professional ethics are also good...... Lumian nodded secretly.
After confirming that Lugano had some knowledge of the medical world, he asked casually:
"Are there any strange medical cases recently?"
Lugano thought carefully for a while, then shook his head slowly and said:
"Nothing strange."
Lumian was about to change the question, and Lugano added:
"It's really strange, but it's quite strange that a folk custom has been popular on a small scale recently."
"Folklore related to medicine?" Lumian Pin read the hidden meaning in Lugano's words.
The brown-haired and brown-eyed Lugano replied with a smile:
"I guess so.
"It is probably a group of Trier citizens who feel that the blood shed by death row inmates has the last toughest strength in life, and if you dip some bread in it and eat it, it can cure many diseases, which makes many columnists very angry, saying that this is a retro and bloody stupidity, and it may be more effective to go to church to pray for asylum in comparison."
"Why haven't I heard of such a folklore?" Lumian felt that the actions of the citizens of Trier had an indescribable meaning, not just stupidity.
Lugano laughed:
"Boss, this is normal, I haven't heard of it before, it is a folk custom that has only appeared in the past two or three months, it may be brought by some foreigners, and more and more people believe in it."
Lumian chatted with the bounty hunter who had saved money for the main material of the "Doctor" for a while, and had a vague impression of the medical community in Trier.
Near noon, he turned to White Coat Street and entered Building 3, which was used as an apartment.
During this process, Lumian did not hide his curiosity and deliberately examined the appearance of No. 6 White Coat Street, and found no traces left.
He knocked on the door of Apartment 601 and threw the "lie" ear clip to Franka, who had long flaxen hair simply tied up.
This companion had to contact the witch sect again in the afternoon, and he had to change to the same appearance as last time.
"Why are you here?" Franka accurately caught the silver-white ear clip, "Didn't you receive the information from Ms. 'Hela'? I've been waiting for you to come and discuss."
Lumian laughed:
"Why are you in a hurry than me?"
After he took the door, he sat down on the sofa and said all the key information and corresponding guesses he had extracted from the data.
At the end, Lumian puts the bounty hunter Lugano. The situation and strange folklore of Trier described by Toscano are roughly recounted.
Franka's expression suddenly became strange.
"Is there a problem?" Lumian was not surprised but happy.
Franka said "hmm":
"The rumor that eating the blood of a death row inmate with bread can cure illness is very similar to the ancient folk customs in my hometown, but that was many years ago.
"The original folklore is that steamed buns stained with the blood of death row inmates can treat serious lung diseases, provided that they must be eaten hot."
Lumian raised his right eyebrows when he heard this.
He said that the strange folklore gave him an indescribable feeling:
It feels like a prank!
This is the style of "April Fool's Day"!
"'I have a friend' made it?" Lumian was suddenly a little excited.
A "psychiatrist" who can hypnotize can make such a folklore appear and spread without anyone knowing!
Franka nodded solemnly:
"'I have a friend' is also from my hometown with your sister, otherwise, your sister would not trust him and come to him for psychological problems.
"His code name and the language he mastered all prove this, and except for him and 'Black Earth', the members of 'April Fool's Day' may not know that ancient folklore."
"'Loki' doesn't know either?" Lumian asked in astonishment.
"I'm not sure." Franka frowned, "I don't know him, and he has never revealed his identity as a fellow townsman, if he hadn't recited those four honorific names in the language of my sister's hometown and me, I wouldn't have known he would, I always thought that their group's diary of Roselle the Great was translated by 'I have a friend' and 'Black Earth'."
Lumian smiled:
"It's really a folk prank made by 'I have a friend', I'll go to the execution ground in the prison area to watch it later."
The prison district, also known as the Red Hat District, is officially numbered 4 and is one of the oldest urban districts, including one of the most famous prisons in Intes, Saint-Mar Prison, from which the district is named.
Near St. Mar's Prison is one of Trier's busiest execution grounds, the Lois Comprehensive Execution Ground.
"Be careful, 'psychiatrists' are more cautious than 'puppet masters'." Franka reminded.
Although "I have a friend" is not an extraordinary person in the three paths of "fortune teller", "thief" and "apprentice", even if he believes in "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun", he will not be able to find the seal on Lumian's body, but Lumian still feels that he cannot be careless, and wants to return the "lie" ear clips, and simply changed his appearance - he was worried that the resurrected "Loki" had communicated with "I have a friend" about his and Franka's real appearance.
After Franka got the "lie" ear clip again, she asked curiously:
"What was the horror that day?"
Lumian laughed:
"It starts with Lady Hella and I looking for the Samaritan Woman's Fountain."
"......" Franka was stunned for a moment, and then cursed, "Zhen! How many details do you have not told about such a thing?"
"It depends on when you use it." Lumian briefly mentioned the situation of being eroded into flesh and blood by the aura of the "Blood Emperor".
Franka had forgotten her annoyance, and looked closely at Lumian's raised right palm, and finally found the inconspicuous traces that seemed to have been squeezed.
"Wow, you actually have the aura of a true god on your body, although it is just an empty shell, but it is also the breath of a true god, and it is also the same as the true god." Franka sighed with envy, wishing she could give herself a whole one.
She then looked at Lumian's left hand, which was still wrapped in a strap:
"What is on this one?"
"Nothing, just to attract attention." Lumian replied with a smile.
Franka stayed for two seconds:
"You are so insidious! If you are promoted to 'conspirator', you will definitely digest it quickly!"
"I hope the result is as good as you wish." Lumian was not modest.
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In the afternoon, Lumian took a public carriage to the north bank of the Serenzo River and arrived at the Lois Complex Execution Ground in the prison area.
Although it is not a weekend, many people gather here, and there are even many vendors who set up stalls or shuttle through them, selling food and drink.
There are many brightly dressed street girls looking for business, and there are also a group of writers who come here to hang out.
If it weren't for the name "Luwa Comprehensive Execution Ground" written on the intersection, and the gallows and beheading tables standing in the distance, Lumian would have wondered if he had come to the wrong place and entered the market next to it, which was lively and noisy.
Stepping on the rammed earth floor, Lumian hid himself in the crowd and circled the execution ground like a fair.
He didn't find any suspicious people, but he saw a dozen or twenty men and women with bread in their hands crowded in front of him, their clothes were very old, and some of them were even rudimentary.
After a while, the crowd suddenly surged and crowded to the sides of the road leading to the execution ground to greet the procession coming from St. Mar's prison.
Lumian didn't join in the fun, but heard some cheering, some whistling, and women shouting "I want to marry you".
In the classical era before Rosell the Great, on the way from prison to execution ground, if anyone among the onlookers proposed to him, and he also chose to agree, he would be sentenced to a change and survive, but the death row inmates would not all accept it.
The two most famous cases were when a handsome death row inmate rejected a marriage proposal from a onlooker, believing her appearance was a nightmare, and a beautiful girl gave up saving herself on the grounds that it was an insult to love and marriage in the face of an executioner's courtship.
Lumian squeezed into the front row of onlookers and saw two death row inmates standing in the rammed earth shooting point.
They were all relatively young, no more than thirty years old, wearing uniform prison uniforms - red boleros, yellow trousers, green hats, with iron balls dragging on their feet, and their hands tied behind their backs with iron chains.
The two men had black hair and blue eyes, and brown hair and brown eyes, and they both looked good, but when they looked at each other, they were full of hatred.
Seeing that the gunman in charge of the execution had arrived at the predetermined position and raised the rifles in their hands, the two death row inmates shouted loudly at the same time:
"Long live freedom!"
"Regain glory!"
After shouting, the two looked at each other angrily and fell down amidst the bang of gunshots, blood gushing out.
The people holding the bread were excited, but they were stopped by the soldiers in front and could not rush into the shooting point.
When the situation of the two death row inmates was confirmed, the soldiers left in groups, and the citizens with bread rushed frantically to the blood-stained rammed earth.
Lumian didn't look at them, but looked around to see who was enjoying this absurd comedy.
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