Some of the onlookers were quite curious, asked the people next to them why, and some continued to watch the excitement with great interest, which made Lumian unable to tell who was appreciating the results of his prank and who was simply looking for some fun.
This is the folk customs of Trier, and Lumian feels that even if it were a powerful and high-ranking "psychiatrist" like Ms. Susie, it would not be possible to confirm who was the source among the onlookers who were scolding, ridiculing, and deliberately loudly suggesting the wrong direction, and who was the real passerby who was in a state of excitement and self-expression.
Although Lumian had expected this situation, he couldn't help but sigh:
"You Trierians......"
No wonder the April Fool's Day group likes to meet privately here, it's like fish back in the water.
Lumian, who gave up observing, randomly chose a middle-aged man who was staining the blood of a death row inmate with rye bread, and waited until the other party ran to an exit from the Luva Comprehensive Execution Ground, quietly following behind.
After arriving at a secluded alley with no barricades, Lumian took a few steps around to the front, blocking the middle-aged man in a tattered linen shirt.
He raised his left palm, which was still wrapped in a strap, and asked in the posture of the gang members looking down at ordinary people:
"What are you holding?"
The middle-aged man with short black hair and a thin face replied cringly:
"Yes, it's bread stained with the blood of death row inmates."
"What can this be used for?" Lumian acts like a curious, passing gangster thug.
The middle-aged man showed obvious fear:
"Yes, it can cure diseases."
"Who told you you could cure a disease?" This is the point that Lumian wants to ask.
The middle-aged man replied a little blankly:
"I heard Guillaume from the next street say that he had a co-worker's child who got better after eating this kind of human blood bread."
The child of a worker from a neighbor on the next street...... Lumian felt that this was no different from rumors, and it was not easy to find the source.
He looked at the middle-aged man holding the human blood bread in his hand and asked thoughtfully:
"Does anyone in your family get sick?"
"Yes." The middle-aged man instantly became depressed, with a little pain.
He glanced at the human blood bread in his hand, and was full of hope again.
Lumian was silent for a few seconds and said:
"What did the doctor say?"
The middle-aged man lowered his head slightly, looked at the human blood bread and said:
"He said it couldn't be cured, and I didn't have the money to treat ......"
Lumian didn't ask specifically, silently turned sideways, and let the middle-aged man take the blood-stained bread past the barricade and cross this secluded alley.
He slowly returned to the Luwa Comprehensive Execution Ground and found that the "market" had not yet dispersed, and many citizens took this opportunity to picnic, sing, and dance, and had a simple gathering.
Lumian shrank behind the trees on the edge of the rammed earth square, sitting in the shadows, silently staring at the people coming and going.
As time passed, the "market" in the execution ground gradually became deserted, and the sun had sunk to the junction of the sky and the earth, and the surrounding environment became quite dark.
Lumian hid in the shadows, watching the street vendors leave one by one, finding no suspicious targets.
When the dark night really came, the Luwa Comprehensive Execution Ground was empty, only the crimson moonlight was shining, and Lumian slowly stood up and prepared to leave.
Suddenly, he saw a dark shadow climb over the side fence and sneak into the execution ground with swift movements.
Lumian stopped and leaned deeper into the shadows of the trees.
The black shadow was tall and thin, wearing a top hat, and went directly to the area where a death row inmate had just been shot, squatted down, stretched out his hands, and dug up the soil that had seeped into some of the blood.
"This is also a person who believes that the blood of death row inmates can be used to treat diseases? This movement, this speed, like an extraordinary person......" Lumian silently watched the dark shadow busy.
Not long after, the tall black shadow wearing a top hat stood up holding a pile of blood-stained dirt.
He did not leave the execution ground of Luva immediately, but went deep and came to the gallows.
The dark shadow buried the blood-stained soil under the gallows, and with the help of the crimson moonlight, he could discern the plants growing there, as if looking for something.
…………
In the town of Chayo, inside the Red House Cafe with a bright mushroom roof.
Franca, who had black hair and brown eyes and was dressed in a hunting outfit, asked for coarsely salted red wine beef, french fries, Fusac egg patties, and quail chowder with a few slices of ham for dinner.
She had a good conversation with several ladies this afternoon and felt the desire and desire flowing in their eyes.
At the same time, she felt that someone was secretly observing her, so she stayed until the night.
When Franka was almost done with dinner, the woman came down to the second floor.
That was the "witch" who followed Franka last time, and today she naturally wore long orange-red hair like a waterfall, wearing a white men's shirt, brown overalls and dark brown boots, showing a perfectly proportioned figure, with a delicate and clean appearance, and a pure temperament with a bit of wildness.
Without any hesitation, the woman, who was suspected to be a member of the Witch Sect, walked straight to Franka, pulled away her chair, and sat down opposite her.
Franka deliberately looked at the appearance and figure of the "witch" with a male gaze, and watched her sit down with a smile, waiting for her to speak.
"Why are you here again?" The orange-red hair "witch" looked at Franka Dao with a scrutinizing gaze.
Franka smiled slightly:
"Chayo is my favorite wine, and the scenery and atmosphere here are also nice."
Seeing the "witch" with long orange red hair looking unbelievable, Franka added with a smile:
"Moreover, I heard that ......"
She lowered her voice and said in an ambiguous tone:
"There's a women's fun party here."
The eyes of the "witch" with long orange red hair suddenly became slightly empty:
"Who did you hear?"
Franka looked at the face of the "witch" opposite and said deliberately:
"I met a nymphomaniac before, he wanted to sneak attack me, and I solved it, he said he was a peripheral member of an organization called the 'Bliss Society', and the core members of this organization are women who like same-sex women, and they are trying to find a way to contact the participants of the Red House Cafe Women's Fun Party and plan to develop them into membership."
Franka is not sure whether the Witch Sect has cooperated with the "Bliss Society", after all, it is not impossible for organizations that believe in evil gods to unite to a certain extent, just like Huge. Artois has many evil god believers under her, so she deliberately "confesses" to observe the reactions of the people opposite.
As she spoke, she was ready for a surprise attack.
The expression of the "witch" with long orange red hair changed slightly, and she was obviously a little more solemn.
The hostility and defense implied in her gaze were less, but there was undisguised rejection.
Yo, this is treating the participants of the women's happy party as their lovers, and they don't want me, who used to be a man, to get involved? Franka unconsciously imitated Lumian's tone and teased in her heart.
She preliminarily determined that the other party had not heard of the "Bliss Society" before, but she noticed certain signs.
The "witch" on the opposite side is stuck in memories, as if looking for possible problems.
After more than ten seconds, she subconsciously lifted her long orange-red hair that had fallen down, and asked vigilantly:
"Are you here to track down the 'Bliss Society' or do you want to participate in the happy party?"
Franka laughed, attracting the instinctive attention of the customers around her, making them show amazing expressions.
"Yes." Franka looked at the orange-red eyes of the "witch" and said, "In comparison, I would like to participate in a happy party, how can people like us resist such a party, don't you think?"
She pointed out that she had discovered that the other party was also a "witch" and was suspected of being transformed from a male "assassin".
Franka is also implying that she was originally a man, so that the other party would not suddenly take action.
The "witch" dressed as a man was obviously a little resistant, but she was attracted by Franka's appearance and temperament, and was silent and did not answer.
Franka leaned forward slightly and asked in a masculine tone:
"What should I call you?"
The "witch" hesitated for a moment and replied sullenly:
"Bronx. Sauron, what about you?"
Sauron ...... Another Sauron family? Franka suddenly thought of Lumian's recent "Iron-Blooded Cross" mission to contact the Sauron family.
She didn't hide her real name, and said with a smile:
"Franka. Roland."
Bronx. Sauron exhaled silently and said:
"Our party values everyone's privacy and safety, and we can't let people in question join, and if you really want to, you must be censored by us."
Franka didn't care at all, playing with the buttons of her shirt, and asked with a smile:
"So, where do you start reviewing?"
…………
Prison area, Luwa Comprehensive Execution Ground.
Under the crimson moonlight, a tall and thin figure wearing a top hat dug up a few handfuls of weeds from the ground corresponding to the gallows.
The roots of those weeds glowed blood-like red, looking particularly strange in the moonlight.
The tall and thin figure has a very straight nose, white skin, neatly combed black medium-length hair, rare red eyes, and a handsome appearance with a sense of femininity.
A tall and thin figure wearing a white shirt inside, a red bow tie, and a black formal suit looked at the strange weeds in his hands with joy, and was about to stand up and leave the execution ground.
At this moment, a slightly curious male voice sounded in his ears:
"What are you digging?"
The tall and thin figure squatting under the gallows looked up in astonishment, and found that there were more figures in front of him looking condescendingly at some point.
The figure had blonde hair, blue eyes like lakes, and a white shirt with a black vest, looking young and refreshing.
Why can he come close to me without telling my senses? I didn't smell any smell, I didn't notice any movement! The tall and thin figure was both shocked and frightened.
ps: At the beginning of the month, I asked for a double monthly pass~
ps2: Today I found the sun and moon in the pot, the big boss in the sleeve voted a lot and rewarded the Silver Alliance, and the big boss of Nuanyang voted 30,000 votes, and I also thank you for your votes, I can only add more, but during the holiday, my aunt is also on vacation, I have to help take care of the baby, and I am very reluctant to change it twice a day, so I will add it on the day of the 7th~
(End of this chapter)