Randy Street, "Golden Rooster Hotel", room 207.

Lumian tossed the crumpled newspaper in his hand onto the table and sat down on the edge of the bed.

After sitting for a few seconds, he simply lay down, and there was a feeling of exhaustion welling up from the depths of his body, and he could no longer support it. Only the physical and mental states are reset every day, not the mind.

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He didn't even bother to take off his clothes, he just kicked off his shoes and closed his eyes.

This night, Lumian slept very deeply, and did not dream anything.

He was awakened by the smell of sulfur while the sun was setting outside the window.

Looking sideways at the glass window, which was dyed with a hint of golden sheen, Lumian whispered self-deprecatingly:

"Have you slept for a day and a night?"

Obviously, this is not possible, because every six o'clock in the morning, he automatically wakes up.

After seeing the plan and venting his grief uncontrollably, Lumian felt that his emotions were a lot more stable, but he was still a little depressed.

Of course, he himself knows that the grief will not go away, the pain will not go away, it will not be long before they come back, he can only try his best to adjust his mentality to face it, so as not to let himself fall into the previous state of close collapse.

As for the slightest bit of extremism, madness, and self-destructive tendencies, he felt inevitable, as long as it wasn't serious.

"I'll have to do regular psychotherapy in the future, otherwise I'll be completely crazy before I get my revenge and find a way to resurrect Auror." Lumian sighed and rolled out of bed.

That's when Lumien spotted a problem.

This newspaper was from last week.

The newsboy sold him expired newspapers!

"Many times, it is not a good thing to completely suppress the pain and despair in the bottom of the heart, human beings need catharsis and decompression......"

Suddenly, Lumian realized:

It's part of psychotherapy!

"Ms. Susie first pointed out that I was not in the right mental state and had a strong tendency to self-destruct, then gave preliminary enlightenment with the hope of resurrecting Aurore, and finally, when I was indulging in the pain caused by this problem, arranged for the newsboy to send me an obituary published last week, shattering my defenses with bloody facts, and making me vent the pain and despair that I had suppressed in my heart......"

Lumian muttered to himself. After thinking about it, he was quite lucky, and he was fortunate to have met a very professional and capable "psychiatrist", otherwise it would be difficult for him to struggle to climb out of the previous mental quagmire.

Lumian's gaze wandered casually, and he saw a few bedbugs burrowing into his room.

His sense of smell told him that the next room had lit brimstone to keep the bed bugs away, but most of them were afraid of themselves and moved to another place.

Lumian couldn't help but laugh when he and his next-door neighbor "hurt" each other on the first day of their stay, trying to get bed bugs into each other's rooms with sulfur.

He put on his leather shoes and walked out of the room to the outside of 206.

——On the second floor of the Golden Rooster Hotel, the alley at the back of the street is a washroom connecting rooms 201 to 204, opposite 204 is another washroom, and then 205 to 208 in the opposite direction, and there is a relatively large balcony on both sides of the corridor, so in addition to the second floor, the third, fourth and fifth floors are 10 rooms and two washrooms.

"Who?" A slightly panicked voice came from inside.

"Next door 207." Lumien smiled and replied, "I want to get to know the neighbors." ”

After a few seconds, the door creaked open, revealing Lumien in front of a thin young man. He was less than 1.7 meters old, wearing a white-washed linen shirt and black suspender trousers, large black-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose, his brown hair was messy and greasy, as if he hadn't washed it for several days, and his dark brown eyes showed unconcealed defense.

"Is there anything wrong with you?" The man asked.

Knock knock, Lumian flexed his finger and knocked on 206's door.

Lumian smiled and held out his right hand

"I'm going to be living here for a long time and want to get to know the neighbors." What do you call it? ”

The young man hesitated, but still stretched out his right palm and shook Lumian: "Gabriel, what about you?" ”

"Charles." Lumian glanced inside room 206 and asked, pretending to be curious, "Why do you order sulfur now?" It's evening, and I'm going to go and find something to eat. ”

Gabriel pushed down his glasses and smiled bitterly:

"I'm a playwright and I'm planning to stay up all night on a manuscript."

"Writers?" Lumian raised his hand and touched his chin.

He gave up the idea of giving the other person a little prank to dissolve the strangeness between the neighbors.

Gabriel emphasizes:

"Playwright, a writer who specializes in writing plays for various theaters."

"Sounds great." "I have a lot of admiration for people who can write stories, and my idol is a writer. ”

Seeing the other party's sincere eyes, Gabriel was a little embarrassed to be praised.

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He scratched at his already messy brown hair, sighed and said:

"It's not as good as you might think, and I put a lot of effort into my last play, thinking that it's not much worse than the classics, but none of the theater managers want to look at it.

"I've read a lot of biographies and interviews with writers, most of them have had the experience of not being appreciated, staying in a cheap hotel or a small loft, and I'm sure you'll find someone willing to read your plays one day and eventually become a famous playwright."

Gabriel took off his glasses and rubbed his face:

"In a long time, you are the second person who is willing to encourage me, and others will only laugh at me for fantasizing and unwilling to face reality."

If it weren't for the fact that you and Aurore had a similar profession, I would have laughed at you like this and laughed at you even more than they did......

Lumian sneered and asked curiously, "Who was the first person to encourage you?" ”

"It's Miss Safari who lives in room 309." Gabriel looked up at the ceiling, "She's a mannequin, I haven't seen her in days, she may have moved away." ”

The mannequin that the Ruhrs mentioned? Lumian nodded and sent out an invitation:

"Would you like to have a drink at the bar?"

Gabriel was very moved, but finally controlled himself: "Next time, I'm going to deliver it tomorrow." ”

"Okay." Lumian waved his hand and walked back to his room.

After looking out the window at the noisy and noisy streets, Lumien decided to find a restaurant, have a good meal, and taste the cuisine of Lower Trier.

Just then, he heard a shrill female voice from upstairs:

"You bastard! You piglet!

"Your mother and the demon gave birth to your ......"

The curse stopped abruptly, as if someone had forcibly interrupted it.

Lumi moved with peace of mind and opened the window.

"You like women so much, why don't you go to your mother?

“……”

This time, Lumien clearly heard the voice coming from the 4th floor.

The Miss Esans who was forced to work as an illegal prostitute? Lumian remembered Charlie's story.

This also means that the leader of the Stinger Gang, Margart, has collected the money with his men.

- In the Republic of Intis, there are two kinds of prostitutes, one is officially registered, in places such as City Wall Street, Breda Street, etc., and the other is illegal, does not have to pay taxes, and will be cracked down, ten times or even twenty times the number of the former.

With a slight groan, Lumian put on his dark formal suit and came to the area between 202 and 203, where there was a staircase leading to the previous floor.

He then pulled out the bottle of inferior perfume he had bought in Bigor, intending to pour some on the wooden steps for Margot and his men to step on as they passed.

- The next attack of the ghost of Montsouris is unknown, and Lumien hopes to find his prey as soon as possible and complete the exchange of fate.

After thinking for a few seconds, he gave up on the idea of pouring the perfume directly, intending to make things look like an accident in order to circumvent possible probes of extraordinary abilities.

Lumian unscrewed the lid slightly, pretending that his palm had slipped and failed to grasp the thick glass bottle.

With a clang, the perfume bottle landed on the bottom of the stairs, and some liquid flowed out naturally, and the rich, almost pungent fragrance dissipated.

Lumian squatted down "distressedly", picked up the bottle, and recapped it.

He wiped the perfume with the palm of his hand and kept wiping it off himself.

Soon, most of the liquid was drained, and the evening breeze from the balcony washed away the rich smell.

Lumian retreated to room 207, leaning against the door frame, hiding his figure and looking out towards the staircase.

After more than ten minutes, there were footsteps downstairs.

At this time, the smell of perfume in the corridor has faded a lot.

Soon, four men appeared there, led by a tall, thin man.

His yellow hair was shaved short, each one standing up, single eyelids, blue eyes, a high nose bridge, thin lips, and a few faint scars on his face.

The man who appeared to be a Margot wore a red shirt and dark pikan shoulders, and his hands were under sail-colored trousers, and he walked down step by step.

He had a bulge around his waist on the left side, and his feet were in untied leather boots. Suddenly, the man frowned, jumped lightly, and jumped over the perfumed-stained staircase and part of the corridor on the second floor.

The three thugs who followed him in disguised form were unaware of the anomaly, stepping on the remaining traces of perfume.

Lumian, who spied on this scene, chuckled inwardly:

"Margot is sensitive to smells and is very resistant to getting an abnormal smell on his own?"

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