Margit's performance is no stranger to Lumien.

If it were him, he would do the same!

The Extraordinary, who was linked to Orore mentioning the "Hunter" path, is more common in the Republic of Intis, and Lumian initially suspects that Margot is also an Extraordinary, and it is in the "Hunter" path, but he is not sure how many sequences it is.

"If the sequence is too high, you won't be a gang leader, unless it's a need to play...... If Margot is really an extraordinary person in the 'hunter' path, then he should not exceed Sequence 7, and besides, he is an arsonist, his card ability is minimal, and Leah and Valentine are only Sequence 7, they can already be called elite investigators, is it not as good as a high-level thug who is responsible for patrolling the territory to abduct women and oppress prostitutes?

Lumian muttered silently as he took two steps back, retracting his gaze and not looking at it again.

Although it was unlikely that Margot's rank would reach or even exceed Sequence 7, he still didn't dare to be careless.

What if his sequence name resembles a villain and needs to be played that way?

What if the Stinger Gang is not as simple as it seems, but in fact, it is a secret organization and an underground cult that has enough resources and tries its best to restrain itself from being too ostentatious, so as not to be topped by the authorities?

The probability of such a scenario is low, but for Lumian, who lacks intelligence and corresponding occult knowledge, he has to be on guard, as he cannot rule out options or determine how unlikely it is.

In the corridor on the second floor, the man in a red shirt and black shoulders, who was suspected of being a Marget, maintained a posture with his hands in his pockets, and glanced sideways at the three subordinates.

His brow furrowed slightly, a little dissatisfied and puzzled by the smell of unnecessary perfume they had received.

He then turned his gaze to the ground and sniffled.

He smelled that the perfume wasn't confined to the staircase, it unabashedly extended to Room 207, and that the bottom staircase had fresh marks of being smashed by something small and not heavy.

In an instant, the man who appeared to be a Margot recreated in his mind what had happened before, based on the information he had gathered from his environment; The occupant of room 207, perhaps having gone to the bloodbath or visiting a neighbor, was on his way back to his room, intending to spray perfume, but failed to hold it steady, allowing the bottle to fall down the stairs, after which he or she painlessly smeared the perfume on his or her body, leaving only a few traces.

This is in line with the mentality of the tenants of the Golden Rooster Hotel.

The man suspected of being Margot removed his suspicions and said to the three men: "Wait until the next time, Lumien in room 207 of the Mill Ballroom heard their conversation, and basically determined that the man suspected of being a hunter and an extraordinary person was Margot."

After talking to Charlie in the morning, he walked around the honest market area, chatted with many vendors, and talked to the neighbors in the bar, and learned that the mill dance hall at No. 3 Ranch Street was one of the Stinger strongholds.

When Margot and the others descended all the way to the bottom floor, Lumian took his wide-brimmed hat and walked slowly out of the room, following the residual smell of perfume into the street.

Seven or eight minutes later, he arrived at the Mill Ballroom, where the smell of inferior perfume from out of town proved that Margot and his men had returned.

Instead of the impressive statues and inscriptions of the Breeze Ballroom, the Mill Ballroom occupies part of the street road and has a gold-toned foyer.

The four stone pillars that support the foyer are surrounded by gas lamps enclosed by glass covers and black grilles to dispel the evening gloom.

By this time, the ballroom was quite lively, and Lumian had not even entered before he heard the sounds of singing, noise, and instrumental playing.

The layout of this place is very similar to that of a breeze ballroom, with a dance floor in the middle, around which are placed small round tables and chairs, and at the front there is a half-high wooden platform on which a fiery girl stands.

The girl was wearing a sultry white short top, the row of bows above the underwear could almost be seen on her chest, there was a black mole on her lips, her brown hair was coiled, and her blue eyes were set off by the black lines outlined in a big and deep way, and the whole had both a depraved charm and a sweet temperament.

She sang softly, kicked her right leg from time to time, and brought up a short off-white quilted skirt that reached her knees, which hooked many drinkers to try to squat down and peek into the hidden places.

"The attending doctor is a charming man, he will roll up the sleeves of his shirt first, which reminds me of my first lover, except that this doctor is different, he can find a place at once, and I find, my dear, he is really good at using his fingers, and in the obscure and seductive singing, Lumian walked to the bar position in the back and said to the bartender;" What is there to eat? The bartender smiled and asked, "How's the Lu meatloaf?" Or do you like sausages, bread, this common dinner? ”

Lumien, who had long known that Trier people liked meatloaf, nodded, then two meatloaf: "And a glass of apple punch bar?" It dissolves the oiliness of the patty. ”

Seeing that Lumian didn't ask about the price of the meatloaf, the bartender knew that it was for a comfortable guest, and could recommend him a slightly more expensive wine.

Punch is a fruit juice cocktail.

Lumian smiled, "Yes." ”

He still has nearly two hundred Filkins on him, and he doesn't need to be too economical in eating and drinking, anyway, the final payment of the intelligence dealer Anthony Rhett is not something that can be saved by Zan.

Meatloaf 3 Ricks each, Apple Punch 12 Ricks.

The bartender quickly quoted the price.

Lumian nodded, took out a gold and silver coin with a cherub float and divergent line, and threw it to the bartender.

After recovering the two 5 copes, he waited patiently.

By this time, the female singer on the stage had finished singing, and the band beat a slightly fierce drum.

Many drinkers entered the ballroom and twisted their bodies with the festival, venting the stress, fatigue and pain accumulated during the day.

A male drinker sitting near Lumien smiled at his companion and said, "I like this atmosphere so much, I don't know who invented this Niu Niu Dance, it is much more attractive than the previous Four Team Dances!" Can you imagine? I often hugged my dance partner, but I had to wait a long time for my turn to dance, until my enthusiasm was cold. ”

The four-pair dance, also known as the square dance, involves four teams of men and women forming a square and dancing in turn according to the violinist's performance, and finally walking around each other.

Another male drinker laughed and said, "I still prefer cancan and striptease." ”

The cancan is very popular at the Red Princess, with its signature moves of high kicks and landing cracks, and the girls in short skirts and stockings are lined up in a row, always drawing cheers as they keep kicking their legs, and some people will even bring their coins to the stage.

Of course, this is also a technical dance, and the best dancer needs to kick his legs higher than the tip of his nose or close to his ears.

Lumian listened to the sounds around him, and from time to time he looked out of the corner of his eye at the staircase where the smell of inferior perfume had disappeared.

It didn't take long for two thick meatloafs to be delivered to him, along with a glass of deep red at the bottom and red at the top, with a little ice cube floating in it, and a transparent and dreamy alcoholic drink.

Lumian first took a sip of the apple punch, only to feel the refreshing sweetness, the surging sourness and the spicy of the alcohol, and the coldness of the ice cubes, which lifted his spirits.

Then he picked up the patty and took a bite.

The thick sweetness of the unleavened dough, the taste of the minced meat, the aroma of the oil, and the stimulation of the spices make Lumian almost unable to stop his mouth.

After eating a meatloaf, he picked up the apple punch to dissolve the grease in his mouth.

When dinner was over, Lumian listened to the girl's singing and watched the crowd on the dance floor.

He himself seemed to be infected by this warm and frenzied atmosphere, and from time to time he was in the dark bar position, swinging his body to the rhythm.

Whenever he did, Lumian would glance at the staircase entrance and watch for Margot and his men.

It wasn't until midnight that Margot, dressed in a red shirt and with short yellow hair standing on end, went downstairs with three thugs and walked out of the mill ballroom.

Considering that the other party might be an extraordinary person in the hunter's path, Lumian didn't follow immediately, and was ready to lose it, after all, the leather shoes of the three gangsters with the smell of inferior perfume had been replaced, and he could no longer rely on his sense of smell to follow far away.

However, he still had some hope, for he had just observed that most of the customers in the ballroom were so engaged and frantic that from time to time someone accidentally spilled their drinks on the floor, so that there were many wet stains on the way from the staircase to the gate.

As the beat writhed, Lumian caught out of the corner of his eye that Margot was always precisely avoiding the somewhat wet ground, which made him more and more sure that the other party was an extraordinary person in the hunter's path.

Although the three subordinates of Margot were reminded and evaded, due to their own lack of observation ability, the lighting effect of the gas wall lamp was not so good, and it was inevitable that half of the soles of their feet or one-third of their heels would rub a little wet.

By this time, the road was very scarce, except for a few drunkards who sang and cursed, and under the broken gas lamps there was a vast area of darkness, illuminated by the crimson moonlight from above.

Thanks to the presence of the four gas sconces at the entrance of the ballroom, Lumian found a number of wet footprints, some of which had been gone for a long time, and some of which had only just walked through.

Among them, there were three pairs of footprints that were close together, always appearing at the same time, and after careful investigation by Lumian, it was found that there was a pair of surging footprints in front of them, which was very difficult to find, and there were no wet footprints.

Lumian smiled and whispered to himself, "Always messing with stupid pigs and worms will only hurt you." ”