The leader of the enforcer team was about forty years old, with a clean shaved beard and dark brown eyes.
He answered Lumian's question with no expression on his face:
"There is no such rule."
He meant that there was no rule that after the thief's death, all the items on his body belonged to the same owner.
Lumian smiled and asked rhetorically:
"But there's no specific law against this, right?"
"Yes." The enforcer who led the way nodded slowly.
The smile on Lumian's face became even more obvious:
"Coming to Morora, does it mean that you have completely cut off contact with the past?"
This is inferred from the words of the priest Heraberg in the church.
"Yes." Law enforcers did not deny it.
Lumian further asked:
"And this thief has no other heirs in Morora, does he?"
Before entering Morola, felons will be sterilized, unless it is a family crime or a spouse with a common criminal philosophy is found here, no one in Morola has a legal heir.
The enforcer didn't answer Lumian's question immediately, but took out a thick book from under his black burqa and looked for the corresponding records.
"Do you know this thief and know his name?" Lumian asked thoughtfully.
The enforcer nodded:
"He's Worms."
Soon, the corresponding records were rummaged out, and the enforcer's voice was calm and uneventful:
"His parents and siblings are not in Morola, and he is not married in Morola, at least he has never come to register."
"Therefore, according to the law of our place, the items on the thief's body will belong to the owner who caught him without being claimed by the heir and other owners." Lumian began to make up reasons, "This is the same as killing an opponent in a legal duel and taking away the corresponding loot."
The enforcer looked at Lumian for a few seconds and said:
"Yes."
He and his team stood patiently there, waiting until Worms' extraordinary trait precipitated, combined with one of his fingers, and broke off, staining it a translucent black.
After putting away the extraordinary trait, Lumian did not leave immediately, but stayed where he was, watching the enforcers drag away the corpses and clean up the blood and scorch marks inside the alley.
The dark clouds in the sky became thicker and thicker, and the flashes of thunder and dull explosions became more and more frequent.
Finally, the alley was restored to cleanliness and quiet, leaving Lumian alone.
Lumian nodded thoughtfully and said to himself silently:
"Law enforcement officers seem to remember the appearance and name of every Morola resident......
"After becoming law enforcers, these are still people, but they don't look like people anymore......"
He felt that these people, who were called law enforcers but actually experimenters, were just puppets who followed fixed procedures to do things, as if they had lost their self-awareness and ability to think deeply.
Of course, there is indeed a little influence of greed, after all, extraordinary characteristics are still quite valuable, but Lumian has long seen that Worms has never reached the sequence 7 of the "thief" path, because the corresponding sequence 7 is called "Decryption Scholar", which will inevitably be able to decipher some of the secrets of those items in the "Traveler's Bag", and roughly understand how dangerous they are, so as not to die tragically at the scene after just looking through three things.
Lumian even suspects that Worms has not yet reached Sequence 8 "Swindler" because the thief is not smart enough.
Lumian asked the law enforcers the questions just now, not to show that he has the talent of a "lawyer" and the expertise to exploit loopholes, but to use this matter to test the state of the law enforcers, that is, the experimenters, by asking and answering questions!
Then, he came to a conclusion.
He felt that after those felons became experimenters, they became a bit like the wax figures in the Red Swanstein Castle of the Sauron family and the collection of "Supervisor" Olsen of the "Iron Cross", but without the feeling of violence and madness, it was gentle and indifferent to the point of distortion.
"Is this a combination of the contamination of '0-01' and the influence of Morora's seal on it?" Lumian was not sure if he would be able to maintain his self-awareness if he joined the ranks of the experimenters, and whether he would only follow Morora's various rules and become a puppet of this "City of Exile" or "0-01".
This made him shaken about his original plan to get closer to "0-01" as an experimenter.
He laughed and asked in a low voice:
"Thermiboulus, are you willing to be a puppet of Morola?"
Thermipolos ignored him.
Wow!
The rainstorm finally fell, leaving the entire Morora completely enveloped in splashing water mist and an apocalyptic dim environment.
Lumian walked along the shelter extending from the heavy house, dodging the heavy rain, and walked to the place closest to him, which was also the most feedback from the mutilated body of the "abscess and broken hand".
When he arrived at his destination, his clothes were already half soaked by the strong wind and rain, and the water on the road was about to overflow the steps.
Lumian looked to the side and saw a sign inlaid next to the door, with a pair of knives and forks and a wine glass painted on it, and wrote in Lembergish:
"Carnivores"
A bar that serves meals? Carnivore...... Lumian chewed on the name of the bar and suddenly had a bizarre guess:
"The result of the induction just now is that the body of the severed hand brother is distributed in many places in Morola, but there are obviously only two pieces......
"The sheep-faced devil in the underworld cuts the carrion of the broken hand every day, and the carrion will heal on its own......
"This bar is called 'Carnivore'......
"Could it be that one of the corpses of the broken hand brother was obtained by the owner of this bar, and since then he has saved the expense of buying meat ingredients and replaced it?
"Bar owners in other cities may not be able to do this kind of thing, but there is a high probability in Morola that they have committed serious crimes before being exiled......
"If that's the case, things will be troublesome, I don't know how many people have eaten and fused the carrion of the broken hand, and I don't know what impact this will have......
"After finding the original two remains and letting the severed hand brother recover initially, can we directly gather the remaining ones?"
Lumian grunted silently for a while, then quickly ran through the rain and pushed open the heavy wooden door of the "Carnivore" bar.
——Coming to Morola, after the body of the "abscess and broken hand" was about to be restored to its integrity, he began to call the other party the severed hand brother, which was half a joke, half a show of "closeness", hoping that the other party would not really attack him in the end, after all, there might be other dangers at that time.
As soon as he walked into the bar with the rain, Lumian saw a familiar figure.
The figure was sitting on a high stool in front of the bar, his hair seemed to be dyed red, his eyebrows and eyes were more brown, and his appearance was obviously handsome, but because his facial features were too aggressive and sharp, people couldn't like it.
Albus!
Albus. Medici.
Lumian's spirit tensed suddenly, but he remained calm on the surface, and walked to the bar seat with a smile.
In the past, he just thought Albus. Medici was more mysterious and secretly didn't know what kind of conspiracy he was involving, but later he learned about the existence of the "Red Angel" Medici and knew that the former king of angels had planned a huge conspiracy and successfully obtained the extraordinary characteristics of Vermunda in Trier in the Fourth Age. Sauron got the extraordinary characteristics of "Hunter" Path Sequence 1.
This made him see Albus. Medici, reminiscent of the "Red Angel", suspected that Albus was the agent of the king of angels, entering Morora instead of the other party, looking for an opportunity to get close to "0-01".
This is not a good thing for Lumian, because Medici is the big man closest to the throne of the "Red Priest"!
Albus. Medici noticed Lumian's gaze, turned his body sideways, and looked back at Lumian, who had not made any disguise but had returned his hair color to its normal state.
"Why are you here?" Lumian smiled at an old friend.
Albus replied with the same smile:
"Why are you here too?"
"Of course I was caught." Lumian smiled and sat next to Albus, knocked on the table of the bar, and said to the bartender who didn't look like his dead parents, "Give me a steak, tenderloin, seven mature."
"Are you imitating me? was also inexplicably caught in this city, and also ordered a tenderloin steak." Albus stepped on the footrest of the high stool with one foot, lifted one foot, and rested it on the knee of the other.
Without waiting for Lumian to respond, he asked with a relaxed smile:
"What crime have you committed?"
"Murder, blasphemy, arson, making explosions, kidnapping ......" Lumian reported the charges he had previously told Guy and the others, but not in the original order.
He also asked in a relaxed state:
"What about you?"
"Me." Albus shook his feet on his knees, "Kill, set fire, incite riots, and try to subvert the government."
"Which government?" Lumian asked in a tone like a long-awaited friend's reunion.
"Indis." Albus spread his hands, "Don't ask me why I tried to overthrow the Intis government, but I was exiled to the strange city of Lemberg, I don't know."
Your answer is too perfunctory...... Lumian nodded in agreement:
"Yes, I didn't commit a crime in Lemberg either."
While the two former members of the "Iron Blood Cross" were "chatting", two steaks were served.
Looking at the steak placed on the white porcelain plate, with a hint of blood color and the meat quality looking quite good, Lumian was silent and did not pick up the knife and fork.
He sensed that connection.
This is indeed the carrion of the "abscess and broken hand", the carrion that has been cut off!
After a few seconds, Lumian looked to the side and found Albus. Medici also stared at the "steak" and did not make any moves.
Lumian curled the corners of his mouth and asked with a smile:
"Why don't you eat it?"
Albus replied with a bright smile:
"Why don't you eat it?"
(End of this chapter)