Lumian, wearing a wide-brimmed round hat, put on a black tweed coat and stood in Moran. On the side of Avigny's villa, looking at the garden with few dead leaves, he said to Franka:
"We will pay attention to keeping our distance later."
As he spoke, Lumian's eyes turned silver-black again, observing the tributaries of fate corresponding to Franka's future.
The tributary dyed with a faint black has nothing to do with the next infiltration, that is to say, judging from the current situation, diving into Moran. Avigni's villa left a "mirror mark" on the surface of the full-length mirror in his study, and there was no higher risk of death.
Of course, Lumian did not dare to be careless because of this, and after using the "Eye of Calamity" many times, he found that there was only one tributary of fate dyed black at present, which was not equal to the hidden disaster of death.
In Franka's words, many "death tribulations" are hidden further back in the tributaries of fate, and they are still very vague, and Lumian cannot see or distinguish them.
In other words, although there is currently only one forced breakthrough Moran. The tributaries of fate in Villa Avigni were dyed with a faint black, but when Franka made a choice and tried to sneak in, the originally harmless tributaries of fate became the main trunk.
Lumian's truest understanding of this is:
There are various possibilities and changes in the future destiny.
Of course, there are also parts that are destined to remain unchanged, for example, for the vast majority of human beings, death is destined to come.
"Don't worry, I'm not a rookie." Franka is definitely experienced in infiltrating this matter.
Assassin Lesson 1: Infiltrate!
Lumian didn't say anything more, retracted his gaze, stimulated the imprint, and transformed himself into a shadow creature, blending into the shadows brought by the plants in the garden.
Franka took a step and disappeared next to the shadow swaying by the wind.
The two quickly dived to the side of the villa.
At this time, Moran. Avigny was attending an interministerial meeting, and his wife took the maids to an art salon, leaving only a few vaservants, maids, gardeners and cooks in the villa.
The Avini family did not live here, and the villa provided by the government was only available to the immediate family of the Minister of Industry for a long time, and Moran. Avigny's three children are either married and have moved out, or they are still in the university of the memorial parish and will not return until the weekend.
For Lumian and Franka, this is the time period when the security of the target location is weakest, after all, the most important thing is Moran. Avini is a person, and the secret protective power will definitely leave with him.
Lumian grew out of the shadow in the corner and said to Franka:
"Just wait here, be prepared for accidents."
"Okay!" Franka did not protest or argue.
Lumian stared at the tributary of the fate of this "Witch of Pleasure" for a few seconds, and once again transformed into a shadow creature, silently entering Moran. Avigny's villa.
He couldn't see his future destiny, not even using a mirror, and could only deduce himself by observing his companions.
Franka hid in the shadows and waited patiently.
It didn't take long for Lumian to arrive at Moran easily and directly, as if returning to his own home. Avini's study - in his several observations, Moran. Avini uses the full-length mirror here to enter the mirror world.
As for why he is so familiar with the environment, it is because "007" provides a detailed security map.
The sun is already quite dim at 4 p.m. in winter, the study is intertwined, the sense of dusk is quite strong, and the silence is the melody that has lasted here for a long time.
Lumian carefully wandered around the shadows of the study, finding no traps or anyone lurking.
Only then did he turn back into a human, break free from the shadows, and appear in front of the full-length mirror.
With the stimulation of the black mark, Lumian stretched out his right palm and pressed it against the cold and hard glass mirror.
A blood-colored handprint suddenly appeared there, but it was upside down with Lumian's right palm, swapping left and right, as if it came from another person.
The upside-down and evil blood-colored palm prints quickly faded, blended into the mirror, and disappeared.
Lumian was about to withdraw his right palm and leave here when a hand suddenly stretched out from the full-length mirror and held his wrist.
The hand has a healthy white color, and the five fingers are slender and powerful.
It pulled hard, and Lumian, who was caught off guard, was dragged and crashed into the glass mirror.
At some point, it had become nothing, there was no substance, Lumian's eyes darkened, and then lit up, and he saw a large number of dark passages in the form of spider webs.
In the area corresponding to the current mirror, a man of ordinary height and not conspicuous appearance stood on the edge, raised his brass-colored revolver, aimed at Lumian, and pulled the trigger.
He was wearing a dark tweed formal suit, a half-height silk top hat, a glass-like button nailed to the cuffs, and a faint smile on his face, as if laughing at Lumian for not considering Moran. There is a possibility that Avini's bodyguard is hiding in the mirror.
Bang!
A bullet with a glowing green light shot out and rushed towards Lumian.
Lumian's figure suddenly disappeared into place, and the bullet hit the afterimage he left behind and flew into one of the dark and void tunnels.
In the next second, Lumian's figure quickly outlined the ambusher's back, and he "hummed" a sound without hesitation.
Two white lights erupted from inside his nose and landed on the ambusher.
The ambusher closed his eyes, passed out, and fell to the ground.
He had just fallen halfway, his eyes rolled quickly, and he actually woke up.
Plop! He fell to the ground and "threw" his body into a shadow.
The shadows split into multiple pieces and wandered in all directions, entering different dark tunnels.
Immediately afterwards, the ambusher appeared secretly in a certain void passage, his body full of shadows, as if shrouded in a pale white mist.
Lumian's figure was reflected in his eyes that were also filled with fog, and before Lumian sensed it, he looked sideways and said in some strange but capable language that could pry the power of nature:
"You are guilty!"
Lumian had never touched this language, but he clearly understood what it meant, and his body suddenly froze, as if he was invisibly restricted.
The ambusher opened his mouth again:
"You blasphemy!"
Suddenly, the entire world in the mirror froze, and those dark and unreal passages all became small insects in amber.
Lumian heard the terrifying voice that seemed to come from infinity again.
Vaguely, he "saw" three figures.
The three figures were all sitting cross-legged, one facing left, one looking straight ahead, and one looking to the right, with different postures of their hands.
They are one thick, one real, and one ethereal, in three different states, constantly moving, changing, and swapping around the center of the silver-white circle.
The magnificent and huge voice echoed, and Lumian lost his mind for a moment.
In the vague, vivid and vague pain, the muddled Lumian felt a familiar burning heat coming from his left chest, and the palm of his right hand was sometimes hot and sometimes cold.
He regained his consciousness little by little.
In a certain dark tunnel that froze, the ambusher saw one silver, white and black sarcoma burst out on the surface of Lumian's body, and an evil pattern composed of viscous liquid emerged, and a cold strange wind rose around at some point, and in the depths of different tunnels, the darkness wriggled, as if some monster was about to crawl out.
The ambusher stiffened as a result, his body became more and more unreal, and a faint white mist loomed inside.
I don't know how long it took, but the man finally survived the most dangerous moment, felt the existence of his body again, and regained his vision and hearing.
Looking at Lumian, whose sarcoma and patterns had faded, the ambusher instinctively and fearfully flashed a few thoughts:
"How did he blaspheme?
"Which god is blaspheming?
"Why didn't you get out of control directly?
"I've never encountered this before!"
An extraordinary ability possessed by the ambusher allows him to see what crimes the target has committed, and then "accuse" him with different charges, and the harm and impact of different degrees of crimes are completely different, which is also unpredictable to the accuser in advance, and can only make certain guesses based on his own experience from previous "cases".
This is the first time that the ambusher has encountered a situation where a sinner has been punished by the gods for blasphemy, and the spillover impact has almost made him unbearable!
Fortunately, he recovered sooner than his goal.
The ambusher raised the brass-colored revolver once again and aimed at Lumian, who was hunched over and in pain.
Just as he pulled the trigger, Lumian suddenly raised his head, his expression distorted, and his eyes fierce.
Bang!
A bullet flashing with starlight flew out of the muzzle and locked onto the target's body.
Almost at the same time, Lumian's shadow came to life and flipped upwards.
Wow!
The black shadow shattered like a mirror, and with the starlight, it sank inward and completely disappeared.
After a brief disappearance, Lumian's figure outlined the back of the ambusher and "hummed" again.
Just now, he used the ability "Shadow Activation" in time, and the shadow triggered the "Mirror Stand-in" from Franca!
This is why Lumian let Franka sneak in and stay outside the villa - relying on the "mirror stand-in" to keep a certain distance.
It turns out that his shadow can also share a "mirror stand-in"!
Two white lights erupted, causing the ambusher to close his eyes again.
This time, Lumian didn't give the enemy a chance to wake up quickly, so he stretched forward with his right foot and stopped it, saving the opponent from falling directly.
At the same time, he pulled out his revolver and pressed it against the target's forehead.
The ambusher's eyes rolled, and he woke up, feeling the terrifying oppression created by the muzzle.
He smiled, handed out his revolver, and whispered:
"This is for you, can you let me go?"
Lumian changed his mind, took the revolver, nodded and said:
"Okay."
He immediately withdrew his pistol.
The ambusher maintained a humble and flattering smile, turned his body, and walked towards the depths of the dark tunnel.
Suddenly, Lumian heard the magnificent cascading voice of Thermiboulus:
"You'd better not let him go."
Belch...... Lumian's eyes froze, and he instantly noticed the abnormality.
Why did I agree to that deal just now?
Why should I let him go?
(End of this chapter)