Mistbound Chronicles: Lumian's Legacy Novel Chapter 121

Eight in the morning.

Two policemen slowly came to the third floor of the Golden Rooster Hotel. One inspected the body, suicide note and environment, and the other was responsible for questioning the surrounding tenants. Lumian had simply disguised himself using the "Secret Peeping Glasses" and was standing at the door of Room 310.

The policeman in uniform, holding a pen and paper, glanced at him and said, "Are you Charles Dubois? Please tell me a little bit about what happened."

Lumian was already crazy when he moved from Flanders. He always claimed that he had encountered the ghost of Monsouri, that all his family members were dead, and it was about to be his turn. He kept talking until he suddenly regained consciousness last night and drank hard. Had a drink.

"What's the matter with the wound on his shoulder?" the policeman who was handling the body in the room interjected.

"Before he regained consciousness last night, he hurt himself, and I bandaged his wounds." Lumian replied calmly.

After questioning other tenants and the owner of the basement bar, the two police officers initially confirmed that the deceased was a person who had been suffering from a long-term mental disorder, had suicidal motives, and had corresponding tendencies.

When they put Flemish's body in a body bag, they said to Lumian: "We will send him to the catacombs, but there is a more cumbersome process, which includes truly determining the cause of death, asking clergy to purify it, and searching for It will take about one to two weeks for the person who can inherit his relics to communicate with the managers of the catacombs."

Lumian was silent for a moment and said, "I drank with him several times. Remember to tell me when you bury him."

After answering in the affirmative, the two policemen left the Golden Rooster Hotel with Flemish's body and the items in the room.

Lumian took off his disguise and returned to room 207.

He was sitting on a chair, with his back to the window reflecting the sunlight and facing the somewhat dim corridor, with quite complicated emotions. Flemish's suicide made him see another ending of himself.

He helped the other party change the fate of "meeting the ghost of Monssouli", not only to take advantage of that fate, but also did not think about getting other rewards. He just felt that Flemish, who had lost all his relatives, was in a similar situation to himself. , it’s just that one completely collapsed and became a madman, while the other is still trying to maintain it, telling himself that there is still hope and that he must remain rational enough.

But in the end, Flemish, who was no longer haunted by Montsuri's ghost and no longer driven crazy by fear, chose to end his life.

In the corridor, Elodie, who was wearing a blond wig and eye shadow, and another cleaning lady had begun their busy work today. They cleaned the floor and dealt with bed bugs without stopping for a moment.

Lumi watched all of this quietly, his eyes seemingly unfocused.

Nearly a quarter of an hour later, light but rapid footsteps extended from the stairs to the outside of Room 207.

Jenna's figure then caught Lumian's eyes. She was dressed more plainly than usual today. She wore a slightly tight women's shirt with a light brown short top and an off-white fluffy skirt. She wore a black long skirt that went above her knees. Boots, still wearing that kind of decadent and charming makeup.

She glanced at Lumian, entered room 207, and closed the wooden door with her backhand.

Lumian came back to his senses and looked at this guy quietly without asking about her purpose.

Jian Na lowered her voice with a look of curiosity and excitement: "Have you heard? The boss and two leaders of the Sting Gang were all killed."

"I know." Lumian nodded.

Jian Na studied his expression and deliberately tested: "It wasn't you who did it, was it?"

"Do you think I can kill Roger the Black Scorpion, Bald Haman and Castina the Candelabra in one go?" Lumian asked.

Jenna already knew the approximate strength of Ciel from Franka, and she also knew that Roger "Black Scorpion" was no weaker than Franka. She shook her head and said, "No." She then said in a long tone: "But you can still Looking for help." For example, Franka.

"No official suspects me." Lumian spread his hands. He was actually a little confused about this matter.

Normally, as one of the few people who has had a head-on conflict with the Stinger Gang recently, after something like that happened, he would definitely be asked about the situation, but Lumian waited from last night to this morning and was ready at any time. I tried to pretend, but I never waited for the reveal.

Investigators.

At this moment, another burst of rapid footsteps came from the stairs.

Winter, winter, winter, there was a knock on room 207.

Charlie? Lumian looked at the door and said, "Come in, it's not locked."

The visitor was Charlie. He was wearing a white shirt, a light-colored vest and a black formal suit. He wore a half-high silk top hat and a dark bow tie around his neck.

He was dressed more respectably than when he was a waiter at the White Swan.

After looking at Charlie for a few times, Lumian smiled: "Hey, where did this civilized person come from?"

Charlie couldn't hide his smile and said in a warm and passionate tone: "Really? I am a truly civilized person now. I am still learning classical grammar. Madam and gentleman, please allow me to say hello to you in a civilized way."

As he spoke, he took off the half-high silk top hat on his head, put it on his chest, bent down slightly, and saluted.

Jenna laughed immediately, but did not hit Charlie, and Lumian "tsk-tsk" said: "Frankly speaking, you are more like a monkey wearing civilized clothes and trying to do civilized actions."

Charlie was not shocked and was still so happy: "I have only studied for one day. In another month, you will get to know me again. Oh, this is Charlie. Mr. Corrente, he is enjoying a sumptuous dinner worth 8 Firkin."

Having said this, Charlie glanced at Janna who was standing by the bed and opened his mouth, as if he had something to say but couldn't say it in front of Janna.

Lumian asked nonchalantly: "What's the matter? Just tell me."

Charlie lowered his voice: "Did you know? Roger the Black Scorpion, Bald Haman and Castina the Candelabra were all killed last night."

"I know, then what?" Lumian believed that Charlie would not come to him for such a thing that would soon be known to everyone.

Charlie looked at Jenna and continued: "The current confirmed situation is that the murderer belongs to a terrorist organization called the Aurora Society. On the one hand, they like to create scenes full of flesh and blood. On the other hand, they always target those who believe in evil gods. People. Yes, Roger Black Scorpion and the others believe in an evil god called the Great Mother."

Aurora Society? Lumian was a little stunned when he heard this. Where did this scapegoat come from?

Why do the official extraordinary people inexplicably suspect the organization called "Aurora Society"?

Shouldn't we first investigate those who have conflicts with Roger the Black Scorpion and the Stinger Gang? That's what detectives write.

"Is it really the organization called the Aurora Society that did it?" Jenna asked curiously.

Charlie nodded heavily: "Yes, the Aurora Society seems to have claimed responsibility for the incident in some way. Tomorrow, there should be a report on the incident in some newspapers."

What Charlie means in the second half of his sentence is that what he just said is content that can be made public and is not subject to the confidentiality clause.

Will Aurora claim responsibility? You didn't do anything, so why are you responsible? Lumian was confused and amused for a moment. If he hadn't killed Roger Black Scorpion with his own hands, he would have suspected that it was really the "Aurora Society" that did it.

Charlie glanced at him and added in a low voice: "This afternoon, after the election, we will clean up the gangs in the entire market area to respond to the public's doubts about the security of the area."

Are you memorizing a document? The wording is so written? Lumian probably understood what Charlie came here specifically to remind him of.

Anyone with eucalyptus on their back is advised to leave the market area this afternoon and take shelter for a while.

Lumian nodded lightly and said, "I will go to a occult party this afternoon."

The party called by Mr. K was at nine o'clock in the evening, but Lumian planned to go earlier.

Charlie breathed a sigh of relief and pointed to the door: "I'm leaving first."

Lumian thought for a moment and said, "In the future, you don't need to notify me of such trivial matters." He then mocked, "Are you looking down on my ability?"

Charlie smiled and said: "The first time, the first time is more exciting. From now on, if it is not really directed at you, I will not hint you."

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After watching him leave, Jian Na sighed: "He turned out to be your informant within the official Beyonder."

"I wish he wasn't." Lumian curled his lips, "A fool who can only do bad things."

Jenna said "heh", waved her hand and said, "I'm going to find Franka. Do you want to tell others the information Charlie revealed?"

Lumian shook his head: "If everyone runs away, the official Beyonders will definitely check whether anyone leaked the action plan. That fool will never escape."

"Some people do deserve to go to jail anyway."

Aren't you? Jian Na cursed and walked out of room 207. Entered the corridor.

At this time, the two cleaning ladies had already cleaned up to the stairs.

Jenna walked over briskly and glanced at the cleaning lady named Elodie wearing a blonde wig.

Her expression suddenly froze, and she suddenly turned around and returned to room 207. This made Lumian, who was about to go out, quite surprised.

Elodie, who was nearly fifty years old and wearing a blond wig and eye shadow, also noticed Janna. She stared at the back of the actor apprentice for a few seconds, and shouted with confusion and worry: "Chelia.”

Jian Na's body froze.

She turned around slowly, forced a smile, and shouted to Elodie, "Mom."

Mother? Lumian almost doubted his ears.

He then remembered what Elodie had said. She used to be a theater actress, and now she likes to go to the old pigeon cage to watch performances. She had a husband who died in a factory accident a few years ago, leaving behind two children, both of whom are now almost real. As an adult, you can help support your family.

Jian Na is an actor's apprentice at Lao Ge Chong. Her father passed away a few years ago, and her mother and brother are still her relatives. She plans to earn the next year's tuition and other expenses by herself. That's right... Lumian nodded thoughtfully.

Elodie held the broom and walked up to Janna, looking her up and down: "Why are you here? What kind of makeup are you wearing?"