The "Golden Nightingale" opera house.

When Levi walked out of the theater, he felt that he had suffered a double blow from psychology and physiology, his face was exhausted and he wanted to die, and his eyes lost focus.

"It seems that I am a layman, not suitable for opera, only suitable for listening to cross talk. He laughed at himself.

After listening to this opera, Levi just understood a simple truth: the joys and sorrows of human beings are not the same, I only think they are noisy.

No matter how emotional the opera singer was, how the aria was subdued, Levi didn't touch it, and in his head, there was only the groundhog that roared "Ah~~".

Blaise was deeply infected, with a handful of snot and tears, and when he came to the tavern for supper, he was still analyzing the plot, which made Levi overwhelmed.

Suddenly, Blaise was interrupted.

Unfortunately, he is not a spoiler, but a discussant.

"I beg no respect!" a serious voice sounded, "In "The Fairy Flute", Frederick's character arc is problematic, especially between the second and third acts, the character changes too much, and it is very stiff...... Weakening the truth of a story for the sake of dramatic tension is irresponsible and egregious for the playwright!"

Levi looked up, only to see a blonde bartender, serving coffee while analyzing the plot with a serious expression. With three-dimensional features, green eyes, and curly blond hair hanging down to his shoulders, he really doesn't look like a bartender, but more like an actor who has come to experience life at the bottom.

Character arcs?dramatic tension?

Levi has a big head for a while, this bartender is really wide-ranging, the so-called "tailor who doesn't want to be a cook is not a good driver"?

"Forget it, that's not bad, at least I can free ......" Levi took a sip of coffee, waiting for the bitterness to bloom on his taste buds, and he turned his gaze, observing all kinds of people in the tavern.

His gaze stopped, and landed on a thin man.

The man's ****** is a rare inch head, and with several newer scars on his cheeks, it exudes a smell of not being allowed to enter, and it is not easy to deal with at first glance.

"Marven, please come over for a moment. Levi beckoned to the bartender and instructed him to come over.

In the midst of a heated discussion between the two, he already knew the bartender's name.

"Sir, what's the matter?" Marven didn't have the slightest sense of "the customer is God", and after being interrupted from talking, his face was unhappy.

"That man," Levi said, gesturing at the thin man, "should be a fugitive." ”

"Fugitives?" Marven was stunned when he heard this, "Sir, how do you see that?"

Levi's eyebrows furrowed, and a grim smile appeared on the corners of his lips.

He is a mystery fan, and at this moment, Hercule Polo, Sherlock Holmes, Edogawa Conan, Kaneda and other detectives are possessed by the soul, and he is not alone!

"Freshly shaved slabs, freshly cut scars, glasses without curvatures, he's disguised himself, and does he sit there every time he comes? It's close to the window, it's close to the back door, and if you notice something is wrong, you can calmly retreat through the back door. Levi raised an eyebrow and spoke eloquently.

"Sir, you're amazing!" Marven said with admiration, "but we've already guessed that." ”

"Guessed?" Levi was stunned, "How did you guess?"

"He lives in the pendulum attic," Marvin explained, "and the people who live in the pendulum loft are 100 percent criminals." ”

"Pendulum loft?"

"Hmm!" Marven nodded, "The Pendulum Loft is what it calls on the surface, and we all call it the 'Haunted Loft'. ”

Seeing that Levi was getting more and more confused, he smiled and said: "The pendulum loft is a hotel run by Mrs. Dafu, and an accident took her husband and son more than ten years ago, and since then, tenants can often hear the wailing of the dead, and the rumors of haunting have persisted for a long time. For this reason, the rent of the pendulum attic has dropped again and again, but no one wants to live there, and only the outlaws dare to stay there. ”

"Why didn't you call the police when you knew it was a criminal?" Levi said curiously.

"Why do you want to call the police? Wanted criminals are better talkative, never on credit, and tips are sufficient......" Marven disagreed, as if he thought of something, and slapped the back of his head and said, "Oh, I thought of it, that pendulum attic is a first-class drama material, I have to write it down." ”

As he spoke, he took out his pen and paper, and wrote as if no one was around.

Li Wei looked helpless and pouted: This session of the masses is not good, it is far from the masses in my Dachao District.

"Marven, you're lazy again!" At this time, the fat proprietress rushed out, grabbed Marven's ear, and said viciously, "Don't dream, just like you bear, you still want to be a playwright?"

"Boss, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts......" Marven screamed in pain again and again, quickly withdrew from his identity as a playwright, returned to the role of a bartender, took back his pen and paper, served tea and wine everywhere, and ran fast.

"I decided, to rent a house in the pendulum attic. Levi thought for a moment, then turned to Blaitz and said.

Every inch of land is at a premium in the Cloud City, and even more so at the Top of the Dawn, so this magic school does not provide accommodation, and you have to take care of your own food and accommodation.

"Pendulum attic?" Blaise opened his mouth slightly, looking surprised, "Levi, you don't have a fever, do you? Didn't you hear Marven just now? It's haunted, and it's full of criminals!"

"I know all this!" Levi pricked up three fingers and analyzed them one by one, "There are three reasons for choosing there: first, in terms of geographical location, it is very close to the top of the dawn, which is convenient and saves time; second, we are already apprentices, and criminals and even ghosts can't help us; third, and most importantly, third, and most importantly,"

He paused and said in an accentuated tone, "We don't have any money." ”

"Let's look for it first, maybe we can find a cheap one?" Blaise didn't give up, he was still holding on to luck.

"Alright!" Levi nodded, knowing in his heart that it was just useless.

The two of them checked out and left.

......

In the corner, the thin man was sipping wine, drunk, and suddenly there was a book on the short table in front of him, the pages were old, and the bronze cover exuded a heavy historical atmosphere.

The man looked suspicious, took it casually, and lifted the cover.

"The Book of Sin?" he murmured, reading the long string of notes next to the title, "— the precepts are handcuffs, morality is the anklet, the law is the cage, and you can only be truly free when you break free from all of them." ”

Next to the annotation is a strange and distorted monster pattern. It was a headless troll with a bloated torso, with one pair of palms stretched forward, each with a huge mouth with fangs disheveled, and a long tongue sticking out as if it were about to lick the man's face.

The thin man's face changed slightly, and after looking left and right, he stuffed the book of sin into his arms.

......

It was late at night, and the three moons were in their respective positions, the scarlet moon was in the sky, the pale moon hung in the northwest, and only the emerald moon was nowhere to be seen.

In the moonlight, the pendulum loft rises tall and looks like a six-story duplex with dilapidated facades and a large green creeper hanging from the roof, barely hiding some signs of dilapidation.

Levi squinted slightly, for some reason, this half-hidden attic in the dark, like a terrifying beast that wanted to devour people, reminded him of the old movie "Monster House".

"It's still you ...... going around and around," he snorted and teased, "not because of single-mindedness, but because of lack of money." ”

As he expected, the two inquired about the price, and finally returned to the original starting point.

It's a city in the clouds, and near the top of the dawn, prices are astronomical, as are rental prices.

Knock.

The door was opened by an old woman with silver hair and an old age, and through the crack of the door that was opened, she stared at the two of them with cloudy eyes, and asked, "Do you want to rent a house?"

"No rent, no rent," Levi turned his head with disgust, and said in a vicious voice, "Blaitze, where did you choose? It's shabby and rotten, can you live in it? I want to rent it for a long time, at least for a year, how can I live in such a ghost place?"

"It's not that you're going to ......" Blaise was sprayed with spit on his face, and was confused, when he suddenly noticed that Levi gave him a look.

He immediately understood and showed hesitation: "However, I heard that this is quite cost-effective." ”

"Cost-effective, such a broken attic, collecting three silver coins a month, is a robbery!" Levi scolded, turning around and tugging at Blaise, as if ready to leave.

"Wait, the price is negotiable!" the old woman heard the word "one year" and immediately opened the door and chased after her, "I can give you a discount......

Levi, who had his back to the old woman, turned up at the corners of his lips and smiled slightly.

......

504,505, this is the room number of the two.

After some bargaining, the old woman made a 6% discount, but she had to pay half a year's room fee at a time, and made a special statement that no furniture would be provided, and there would be no showers, and she would need to go to the common bathroom for washing and going to the toilet.

The conditions were very difficult, but for the sake of the low price, Levi decided to put up with it.

Took the key and went upstairs side by side.

"Levi, how is my acting, is the reaction fast?" said Blaise as he was pleased with his performance.

"The expression is contrived, slightly exaggerated......" Li Wei said casually.

Bang Bang Bang~~

On the stairs, the two of them heard the muffled sound of flesh slamming against their stomachs, one after another.

"What happened?"

Levi was too lazy to meddle and pretend not to hear, but Blaise had already turned the stairs and followed the sound straight to the fourth floor.

"Blaize, do you know why my grandfather lived a hundred years? Levi complained in a low voice, helplessly following.

In the corridor on the fourth floor, a strong man with a tattoo on his arm was slamming a thin man, and said viciously, "Idiot, I have said it a long time ago, don't walk around on the floor at night, it will affect Lao Tzu's sleep!"

"I told you, it's the sound of rats running. The thin man hunched over and his voice hoarse.

"I don't care, there's a rat in your room, that's your problem too!" the strong man slammed another punch and threatened viciously, "If I hear any more noise, I'll kill you!"

"Stop me!" Blaise pointed at the strong man and scolded angrily, with a righteous and awe-inspiring expression.

The strong man wanted to pretend not to hear, but there seemed to be a special magic in the voice, which made him involuntarily stop.

"Get out!

Blaise scolded again, and the strong man was very annoyed, and was about to teach the boy a lesson, but once again he did not obey the call, passed by the two, and walked slowly down the stairs.

"Are you alright......" Blaise asked with concern.

Levi suddenly realized that the thin man was actually the one he met in the tavern.

"Where don't we meet in life, the so-called 'ape dung'?" he said secretly in his heart.

"You don't need to care!" The thin man wiped the blood from the corners of his lips, his attitude was very tough, he didn't look at the two of them, and pushed the door back to the house.

"Look, kindness is not rewarded. Levi shrugged.

"I don't know what to do!" did a good deed but encountered such treatment, and Blaise was also very unhappy.

After this short episode, both returned to their rooms.

"What's wrong?"

Levi suddenly noticed that the strange tale codex hanging from his waist had changed, and there was a little ghost light floating on the old cover, like a starry sky.

He flipped the page, and on the second page, earthworm-like lines wriggled and changed, gradually converging into a special word,—— murder hut.