Mumbai's wealthy areas are lined with high-rise buildings, bustling shopping streets full of luxury stores, mostly Aryans, whose white skin is common in the rich areas, but it is the dark-skinned indigenous Indians who serve these white people.

Lu Mingfei belongs to the kind of people who are out of place here, he is neither Caucasian nor indigenous to India.

At this moment, he was squatting in front of a Louis Vuitton store, covered in tattered clothes, and he looked like a beggar.

It stands to reason that the clerk should have kicked Lu Mingfei away because his dress really damaged the brand image, but no one did.

Because a few minutes ago, the Mint club called Mai Liquor would have taken over the entire store online.

"That homeless man at the door, don't drive him away."

Here's what the employer's message says.

So now all the clerks gathered at the door and looked at Lu Mingfei in unison, thinking that there was something magical about this homeless man who could make the rich woman spend a lot of money.

"Sir, if you're tired, why don't you come in and sit down?" The female clerk said softly that her good professionalism made her useless to look down on Lu Mingfei.

"Oh?"

Lu Mingfei glanced up at the plaque, and said in his heart that he had never been to the tailor shop since he could remember, and he couldn't afford to visit it when he was poor, although he didn't have much money now, but as long as he wanted to, it was still very simple to grab a tailor shop.

He glanced at his clothes and said, "Is your cloth shop cheap?" ”

"Sir, we're free here."

"Free?" After hearing these two words, Lu Mingfei made up his mind not to go in.

"If you don't want to come in, how many shall I try for you?" The female clerk seemed to see Lu Mingfei's intentions.

"Ah, okay."

Lu Mingfei was a little hesitant, and he was ready to take advantage of the woman's entry into the store.

But as soon as he turned around, a fortune-teller stood in front of him.

"Brother, isn't it a fortune teller?" He appeared to be Germanic, but he spoke an authentic Northeast dialect with a big flavor of ballast.

"You tell my fortune?" Lu Mingfei repeated, he thought he had misheard.

"That's right, I can be psychic in this hexagram, you see, I ....."

Before the fortune teller finished speaking, the two copper plates were put into his hands by Lu Mingfei.

"That's all there is to me, you go elsewhere to deceive." Lu Mingfei held the fortune teller's hand and said.

"Since you are destined, I will send you a hexagram." The fortune teller put away the two copper plates and began to pinch the trick in a pretended manner.

Lu Mingfei glanced at it, and simply stopped looking at it, it was too amateurish.

"Brother, you should hate to sit and forget, right?" The fortune teller asked.

Lu Mingfei glanced at the fortune teller, didn't pay much attention to it, turned his head to look at the sky and said: "Your name is Kleo Moore, your family lives at 147 Weston Street in Northern Ireland, your father's name is Rushfer Moore, you have been divorced twice, because your wife said that you are not normal, the Indian flying cake you ate this morning, you went to the toilet for three minutes, and you have a tattoo under the ....."

"Smack!" The fortune teller suddenly blocked Lu Mingfei's mouth and looked around.

Lu Mingfei took his hand away and looked at the fortune teller with an expressionless face.

Ke Lev pressed the headphones and whispered to Lu Mingfei: "How do you know?" ”

"Count."

"Can you teach me?"

"You look up." Lu Mingfei said.

But Lev hesitated, but raised his head to look at the sky.

"What do you see?" Lu Mingfei asked.

But Lev put his hand across his eyebrows to block the sun, looked at it for a long time, and said to Lu Mingfei: "Nothing." ”

After hearing this, Lu Mingfei covered Ke Lev's eyes with his hand, and then let go and asked, "What now?" ”

"This .......," Levor pointed to the sky with a shudder.

In his eyes, a black goat flew in the air, its first two horns like that of an elk divided into several branches, and the back was a normal sheep's horn, its limbs were thicker than the hooves of a cow, and its face covered with black fur was smiling at Klever.

"What is it?"

"Sheep." Lu Mingfei said, "You can see it, it seems that your bones are not bad." ”

When the two of them were chatting, the group of "sanitation workers" not far away had solemn expressions, and the only expression without expression was Jiude Mai with the C1 logo.

She didn't ask, everyone's expressions were very solemn, and it was obvious that there was a problem, and this question was more common in the field of mental illness.

"Looks like Levor has failed." "He is being guided by the patient, not by the patient." ”

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After the painter said this, he saw Ke Lev waving his hand at Lu Mingfei and walking towards them, "Master, goodbye by fate." ”

But after Levor finished speaking, he looked at everyone again, "It's all gone, he's not a patient." ”

"Name your basis." The man said, "You just turned off the monitor. ”

"Can't you see?" Levor pointed to the empty sky.

"See what?" Everyone is unsure.

"Sheep Immortal, it's amazing, according to Master Huiming, it can ask about life and death." But Lev looked at the crowd suspiciously, "Can't you see? ”

"Guys, looks like we've got one more patient." After the man finished speaking, a sedative was pierced into the veins of Kelliver's neck, and the technique was steady and accurate, and it seemed that he often did this.

Jiude Mai walked quickly to an alley, because just now, he saw gold in the eyes of the man who drew the rune!

"Potato chips, who is this man?"

"Osamu Hayama, whose real name is Masashi Toyama, is a faculty member of the Psychology Department of the Kassel Academy." In the headphones, Su Enxi said.

"So the people from Kassel are also mixed in with these people?"

"Your team is wonderful, what Chicago half-race clubs, Victoria family and the like, it's all here."

"You mean, there's everything here, but there's no psychiatrist?"

"They've all treated mixed-race psychosis, and it's not an exaggeration to say that it's the best psychiatrist in the world."

Jiude Mai couldn't believe it after hearing this, she thought that her teammate was some kind of strange doctor Black Jack, but she didn't expect it to be just a few miscellaneous fish who didn't even have a medical qualification.

"Damn, didn't you invite a few serious doctors, the child really doesn't look good." She looked at Lu Mingfei, who was using a knife to scrape a valuable shirt into flirtatious clothing.

"Well, they're no different from serious doctors." Su Enxi comforted, "Besides, how can it be possible to find ordinary people over for the matter of mixed races." ”

"The secret of the dragon clan is the bottom line of the secret party."

"That's right."

Mai took a breath, hung up the connection, and walked slowly towards the group.

Masashi Toyama was plotting something, and when he saw Jiude Mai coming over, he said to Jiude Mai: "It's just right, C1, you are responsible for being a princess, and we want to build a real Daqi for Lu Mingfei!" ”

"Everybody is going to lie to him, like 'Truman's World'."