Unable to figure it out, Lumian didn't think much of it, rolled up his sleeve, exposed his right arm, and scratched it with "fallen mercury".

The brief numbness was followed by the pain he had tasted many times, but he didn't frown, watching as bits of blood spilled out, staining the silver-black tip of the knife.

Almost at the same time, Lumian's eyes appeared in front of his eyes the illusory river of mercury made up of countless intricate symbols, and the droplets of fate stored in the evil short knife leached out of the tip of the knife and flowed into the wound that was not deep.

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Lumian gathered his mind, trying to discern the fate he wanted to exchange.

He "saw" himself in therapy, "saw" himself in a deep sleep after venting his emotions, and "saw" that he was about to go to Aosta. Trull's own.

This scene flashed through Lumien's mind, as if he had actually witnessed it with his own eyes.

It didn't take long for him to find himself walking outside the catacombs and meeting the ghost of Montsouris in the fate of the last few days.

He hurriedly picked up the tip of the knife of "Fallen Mercury" and stabbed it at the intricate symbols that seemed to be self-entwined from the mercury-colored streams.

It was a heavy fate, and Lumian couldn't pry it in his first race.

Seeing that the illusory river was gradually fading, and the picture in his mind was becoming more and more blurred, he hurriedly poured most of his spiritual energy into the blade of "Fallen Mercury".

Finally, with his second prying, the fate of the "ghost of Montsourie" broke away from the illusory river of mercury and shrank into tiny droplets, like beads of mercury after a thermometer had been shattered.

The illusory drop of water quickly melted into the silver-black dagger.

It was only then that Lumian was truly relieved to know that he had been freed from the ghost of Montsouris and that "Fallen Mercury" could now be called "Cursed Blade" again.

He had just taken care of his wound when he suddenly had a wonderful intuition.

Following this instinct, Lumian once again walked out of the "Golden Rooster Hotel", passing between the drunkards, who sometimes roared and sometimes cried bitterly, and the two gangs of men who fought fiercely, all the way back to Nightingale Street, stopping outside the alley where Margot had been killed.

He frowned, cautiously entered, and climbed over the barricade.

In the next second, Lumian's gaze naturally fell to the shadow in the corner.

Something lay quietly in the place where darkness reigned.

Enlightened, Lumian walked over quickly, crouched down, and picked up the object with his gloved left palm. It was a bulging brown leather wallet.

"Margot dropped? The money that his men looted and handed over to him? "Lumien probably understands how the fate of the exchange came true.

Although he didn't remember whether Margot dropped his wallet when he fought fiercely with him, whether it was dropped at the time or "made up" later, it didn't affect Lumian to get the money.

He pulled out the thick stack of bills, poured out the gold, silver and copper coins in the change bag, and then, throwing down his wallet, he left the alley.

After returning to room 207 of the "Golden Rooster Hotel", Lumian lit the calcium carbide lamp and carefully counted the loot.

He collected a total of 1,265 filkins and 15 kopes, mostly 10 filkins and less than 10 filkins, only a 200 filguin, one 100 filguin, and two 50 velguins, as well as a few louis. After staring at the money for a few seconds, Lumian said with heartfelt emotion:

"Accepting donations from 10 well-wishers is not as good as killing a gang leader"

Of course, not all of this money belongs to Margot, he only controls them on behalf of the Stingers.

Lumian then pulled out a stack of small bills worth a total of 200 Filkin, and left Room 207 with them.

Go up the stairs one by one.

In less than a minute, he arrived on the 4th floor and stood in front of room 8.

He remembers Margot coming to the "Golden Rooster Hotel" in the evening to take her from an illegal prostitute named Isans

Most of the money earned.

At that time, it should have been one of Margot's subordinates who was specifically responsible, but after that, the money must have also been handed over to Margit.

Lumian didn't knock on the door, but bent down and shoved the stack of bills through the crack in the door.

He quickly straightened his back, turned and walked up the stairs, disappearing into the dark hallway.

Lumien slept until six o'clock when he heard the church bell ringing.

He slept very soundly last night, and even had the feeling that the "provocateur" potion had digested a little bit more.

"Morning go to Aosta. Trull, see if Mr. K has a reply, and by the way, buy some better clothes and cosmetics in the observatory area. In the afternoon, I will go to the cheap ready-to-wear store in the honest man's market......" Lumian didn't rush to get up, and lay there quietly, thinking about today's arrangement.

Having ridden off the threat of the ghost of Montsourie, he put the re-disguising of himself on his agenda.

After lying in bed for a while, he went out slowly, went to the bathroom to clean himself, and then went downstairs and bought half a liter of apple cider and a loaf of bread with pork sausage from the vendors.

When he had his fill, he went to the nearest church square, found a no-man's corner, and practiced the fighting techniques taught by Aurore.

It wasn't until half past nine in the morning that Lumien returned to the "Golden Rooster Hotel", intending to rest for an hour before going to Aosta. Trull.

As soon as he entered the lobby of the inn, he saw three maids cleaning the filthy places under the command of Mrs. Firth.

The innkeeper had someone to clean it every Monday, and Lumian retracted his gaze and walked towards the staircase.

At this moment, there was the sound of footsteps from upstairs.

In less than ten seconds, Charlie, wearing a linen shirt, dark trousers, and strapless leather shoes, appeared in Lumien's eyes

Middle. "You didn't go to the hotel?" Lumien asked, slightly confused.

"Don't you know? I'm off today.

"We can take one day off a week and choose which day it is."

Lumian laughed:

"Will this day off cause Mrs. Alice to give you a 'reduction in your monthly salary?'"

Charlie smiled slightly awkwardly:

"She also has her own entertainment."

While the two were chatting, a foul smell wafted through the door, and the diminutive, ragged, gray-haired Ruhl and Michel entered the hotel.

"You didn't go to the steam train station?" Charlie greeted warmly.

Ruhl approached them first, then kept a distance with a little restraint

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"The market area is a bit messy today, and we're going to take a day off."

"What's wrong?" Lumian asked, "curiously".

Ruhl unconsciously lowered his voice:

"Margot from the Stinger Gang is dead, a lot of gang members are looking for someone, people from other gangs may clash with them at any time, and the police are coming."

"Margot is dead?" Charlie blurted out in astonishment.

He only thought this guy should die yesterday, and he died today?

Ruhr nodded solemnly:

"Hey, I can't go out and make money today."

His wife, Mrs. Michelle, comforted him:

"You don't have to go out, you don't have to eat lunch, you can save some money."

Without waiting for Lumian to inquire about the specific situation outside, Charlie, who had come to his senses, turned around and ran upstairs.

Lumian's eyes rolled slightly, and he followed.

Pedaling, Charlie quickly climbed to the fourth floor and ran to room 8.

He gasped and slammed the wooden door.

"Who?" A slightly hoarse female voice came from within.

Charlie shouted his name.

For the first time, Lumien saw the woman named Esans, her long flaxen hair falling haphazardly and hanging over her shoulders, her eyes of the same color tinged with a little wariness, and a little nervousness on her face.

She looked twenty-three or fourteen years old, her appearance was not outstanding, she could only be called delicate, but her face and clothes were clean, and her long red dress exposed a large area of fair skin on her chest.

Charlie excitedly said to Esans:

"You know what? Margot is dead!

"He's really dead!"

Easan froze.

After a few seconds, her slightly hoarse voice became sharp

"Is that demon really dead?"

"Really." Charlie nodded without hesitation, "You can finally get rid of that demon!" You can finally live like a normal person! ”

Esans looked left and right blankly, only to see Lumian's emotionless eyes and Charlie's excited expression. "Dead, he's dead?" As she whispered, Easan thought of the strange appearance in her room

Money. She begins to believe that Margot is really dead, and her vision quickly blurs.

Her tears slipped down one drop after another, and she couldn't help but crouch down and bury her face in her arms.

The sobbing sound followed, louder and louder, more and more presumptuous.

Just then, there was a sound of footsteps at the top of the staircase.

Lumian looked sideways and saw a young man in a white shirt and a black jacket walking up

Come. He was followed by three thugs who had previously belonged to Margart.

"I'm Wilson of the Stinger Gang, and from today onwards, I'll take care of you instead of Margit." ”

Charlie's excited expression froze on his face.

Esans's crying came to an abrupt end.

She slowly lifted her tear-filled face and saw Wilson's smile and the shadow of his body. A shadow that is so thick that it can't be dissolved.

Lumi watched quietly, his head raised imperceptibly.

On the way to the first floor, Charlie, who had been silent for a long time, couldn't help but ask

"Is the suffering of the poor really endless?"

"I love Aurore a lot. A quote written by Lee. Lumian replied expressionlessly, "Sometimes, it's not us who is at fault, it's the world. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, three people came up on the first floor.

They were all police officers in black uniforms, black vests, white shirts, and untied leather boots.

The officer, who was 1.85 meters tall, glanced at Charlie and Lumian, and suddenly stopped. He reached out and pressed the gun on his waist, and asked in a deep voice:

"Charlie. Korente? ”

Charlie was stunned:

"It's me, officer, what's the matter?"

The officer winked at his companions and pulled out the steel handcuffs.

As the two companions outflanked him, he said to Charlie with a serious expression

"You're suspected of a murder and we're going to arrest you."

"Murder?" Charlie was shocked, frightened, and confused.

Lumian raised his eyebrows in amazement.

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"Mrs. Alice is dead!"