Almost at the same time, Lumian's hair stood on end, his back was cold, and he had a palpable premonition of danger.

He subconsciously pulled out the "depraved mercury" hidden in his waist, ready to tear off the black cloth wrapped around it at any time.

The translucent figure covered by long turquoise hair and leaves covered the key parts floated in the air, looking at the Lumian in the room, the green eyes sometimes misty, sometimes smiling, sometimes like a deep whirlpool, so that the human soul couldn't help but want to indulge in it.

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On the one hand, Lumian had a certain impulse that was both familiar and unfamiliar, and it was wreaking havoc in his mind, disturbing most of his thoughts, and on the other hand, he felt irrepressibly fearful, like a flying insect meeting a spider laying a web.

He slowed down his dance moves, ready to pause at any moment.

The translucent female figure had a eager expression, but instinctively felt that something was wrong, and resisted approaching Lumian.

It leaned out, retracted the curtains, and ultimately did nothing.

When Lumian finished dancing the "Dance of Photography", he heard a series of small, faint voices coming into his ears, so close that they seemed to be next door, and the strange creatures that wandered in the room disappeared one by one.

The last to leave was the female figure wrapped in long turquoise hair and foliage, both reluctant and confused.

Lumien breathed a sigh of relief, closed his eyes, and quietly listened to the cacophony of voices within himself.

He couldn't hear a single word, he wanted to hear every word clearly.

After a moment, Lumian opened his eyes, looked at the window covered by tattered curtains, and muttered to himself silently:

"What the hell was it just now?"

His instincts told him that the translucent female figure was much more powerful than the other strange creatures he had captured, and that it was beyond the reach of an extraordinary person of his level.

If it weren't for the contamination of the seal in his body and the blue-black pattern on his chest, even if it hadn't been activated, the spirit creatures would have subconsciously dared not approach it, and Lumian suspected that something had happened to him.

This made him wonder:

How did the "other 'dancers" survive? ”

He preliminarily confirmed that this area was not too dangerous, so he dared to dance the "Dance of Recruitment", but it almost happened, what do other "dancers" rely on to avoid similar risks?

"Is it because my 'gift' was obtained by stealing and lacking some occult knowledge, or is it that other 'dancers' can only attract strange creatures that are similar to themselves, and the 'Dance of Photography' comes from the fact that it exists in secret, so there is nothing wrong under normal circumstances?" Lumian pondered for a while, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it might be him.

He believes that the pollution level in his body is very high, and even if he is sealed, he can occasionally attract strange and dangerous things.

"Fortunately, pollution is also a protective ......" Lumien sighed, put away the "Fallen Mercury", lit the iron-black calcium carbide lamp, sat down at the wooden table, and flipped through Aurore's notes.

It was very painful to look at the occult notes from the back to the front, and from time to time he would feel that he was illiterate, and he would have to take out Aurore's earliest notes and make up for the corresponding symbolic symbols and occult meanings.

But Lumian couldn't calm down and learn a little bit from the back, he thought that Auroel's witchcraft notes really had important information hidden in them, and it must have been in the last year or two, when the village of Cordu gradually became abnormal and the shepherds began to "hunt".

After battling the knowledge known as "Blitzkrieg" for nearly two hours, Lumian declared himself defeated and decided to continue tomorrow night.

He washed up a little and lay down on the bed.

Thinking of the strange creatures he had just recruited, Lumian uneasily placed the "Fallen Mercury" next to his pillow to prevent trouble.

Before leaving the village of Kordu, he had examined the silver-black evil dagger and confirmed that the fate it had exchanged from the flame monster was "suffering from the flames".

The darkness deepened, but there was no quiet in the streets, singing, shouting, scolding the singers, fighting, chasing, coughing, crying, moving, one after another, as if playing a symphony of the night.

Lumian was so used to the noise that he even felt like he was still alive.

Before he knew it, he was asleep.

At six o'clock in the morning, the bell rang in the distant church, and just like in the village of Cordu, Lumien woke up punctually, unwilling to open his eyes.

After a few minutes, he rolled over and sat up, thrusting the "fallen mercury" back into his waist.

He had a messy dream all night, nothing special happened.

"Did I think too much?" Lumien muttered.

He then opened the door and walked into the nearest bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror through the morning light outside the window. He hasn't changed anything from the same moment yesterday.

The color and lengths of his hair are external things that do not reset with his physical state. Lumian leaned down and brushed his teeth.

As he cleaned his mouth, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Charlie walk in.

"Don't you live on the 5th floor?" Lumian spat out his mouthwash and turned his head to ask Charlie.

Charlie changed into a yellowed white shirt, the cuffs were pulled up to his elbows, and he yawned and said:

"Can you believe it? The guys all got up before 6 o'clock, and the bathroom on the 5th floor was packed! ”

He then smiled:

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"My favorite is the bathroom on the second floor, do you know why? Clean!

"Although that bastard Laurent has high eyebrows and doesn't know how to help his mother at all, he still has advantages, he loves to be clean, as long as he is in the apartment, he will clean the room every day, and clean this bathroom by the way, haha, is the toilet dirty, he won't be able to pull out shit?"

It turned out that he was cleaning...... Lumian was a little surprised.

The young man named Laurent struck him as cold, arrogant, well-dressed, self-conscious, inconsiderate of his mother's situation, and not at all like a man who would come to clean the bathroom.

Lumian thought that the other residents on the second floor couldn't stand the stinginess of the landlord, so he cleaned the usual area by himself.

Seeing Charlie's tired face as if he hadn't slept all night, Lumian asked with a smile:

"You went to Wall Street last night?"

City Wall Street is Trier's famous red light district.

"Emptiness?" Lumian helped think of an adjective.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Charlie walked over to the toilet and pulled the belt.

His eyes narrowed in relief.

Lumian raised his hand and pinched his nose, and sneered:

"Are you dreaming of spring?"

Charlie shuddered, shook his right hand, and smiled

"That was the most real dream I've ever had, the girl in the dream was much more beautiful than those on City Wall Street, and so gentle, so passionate, I couldn't bear to wake up."

"Obviously, you won't last that long, and waking up is a mercy to you." Lumian joked.

"I'm also planning to go to nearby Nightingale Street, where there are a couple of cabarets where I can find some cheap kittens, when I don't have to work, when I don't have to work, and my colleague told me that I can give myself a 'job bonus' for only 52 coppes. (Note 1)

"But right now, I'm not interested in going."

Speaking of this, he suddenly became excited, and said to Lumian in a suppressed voice

"You know what? A wealthy guest of the hotel was very kind to me, asking me to deliver food and asking me to help tidy up the room. ”

"Male?" Lumian asked deliberately.

Charlie shook his head quickly:

"No, it's a wife, I suspect she's taking a fancy to me, I'm hesitating, if she does make that kind of request, should I give up my principles, you know, in Trier, it's very common, and I can get my first pot of gold from her, and I'll soon have my own hotel."

"I thought you wouldn't hesitate." Although they have only known each other for more than two days, Lumien believes that Charlie is a person with a very flexible moral bottom line.

"She's in her fifties."

Lumian let out a long "oh", showing his inner words with his expression.

He said goodbye to Charlie, went back to his room to change into a jacket, trousers and other clothes that were more suitable for the temperament of the street, went to the street outside to buy a scallion crepe for 6 coppes, bought half a liter of apple sour for 1 lik, sat down on the corner of the street, and ate breakfast slowly. The shadows of the houses on both sides obscured his body, and he tasted the sweet aroma of onions and flour as he watched the hawkers, the women who bought vegetables, the laborers hurrying to and fro, the children picking up garbage on the ground, and the barricades in the alleys not far away.

It wasn't until 9 a.m. that Lumien stood up, patted his clothes, walked back to the "Golden Rooster Hotel", went up to the third floor, and knocked on the door of room 5.

Anthony Reid, an intelligence monger, lives here.

After the sound of dong dong, a calm male voice came out with the accent of the west coast of the sea:

"Please come in."

Lumien twisted the handle and pushed the door in, first smelling a slightly pungent, minty smell that seemed to be used to repel insects.

Immediately afterward, he saw a man in his forties sitting next to the bed.

The man wore an army-green shirt and trousers of the same color, untied leather boots, and his hair was shaved short and thin.

He doesn't have the neat and capable temperament of a veteran, his pale yellow hairline has receded a lot more than normal, his forehead seems to be very wide, his face has been blessed, his beard is very clean, his skin is slightly oily, and the pores of his nose are filled with some small black things, which looks a little simple.

Anthony. Red turned his head sideways and looked at Lumian, his dark brown eyes reflecting the other's figure.

For some reason, Lumian suddenly felt a little strangely uneasy.

Note 1: Kitten is a pun in French slang for a prostitute or female genitalia.

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