Is Mr. Eve also a part-time theater actor, or is it just a hobby? Lumien thought to himself, confused.

His first reaction was that Mr. Efve, as the owner and landlord of the Golden Rooster Hotel, was not wealthy, and that he had other properties and was not very good as a part-time theater actor, but remembering Mr. Ave's "love for money and his stinginess in spending, Lumian could not guarantee that this guy would not play a trick when he had nothing to do, after all, he could make some more money."

Don't waste valuable time.

After repeatedly confirming that the character was really Mr. Ave, Lumian set his sights on the name of the poster: "Nymph in the Woods......

Judging from the accompanying text, this is a classic play in the Old Dogeon Coop Theater, the kind that will be re-staged every once in a while.

Among them, the actress who plays the fairy in the forest has deep facial features, a pure temperament with "a little charm, and a pair of lake-colored eyes that are both innocent and holy." ”

But Lumian didn't find her very tempting, because she wore "bracelets and necklaces made of branches and green leaves" and a belt on her head, and wore "laurels adorned with many flowers" on her head, which reminded Lumian of Ava, who played the role of spring and elf in her dreams, and Susanna, who let go of her long turquoise hair. Matisse.

For him, it was not a pleasant memory,

Especially the latter, after removing the perspective brought by the induced abnormal desires, it can be called completely hideous and disgusting.

"Charlotte. Calvino," he said, glancing at the actress's name, looked for other clues from other posters.

Eventually, he found out that Mr. Eve had acted in three plays in the old pigeon's cage play, but all of them were in a supporting role, the kind that could be replaced even if he was absent.

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Lumien thoughtfully entered the theater and bought a ticket for 10 Ricks.

The Old Dogeon Coop Theatre is fairly formal, with a large stage at the innermost, a number of gas wall lamps, a thick curtain that has been lifted, and several steam-powered machinery. At the front of the stage are rows of seats, which are higher and higher at the back, in a stepped pattern.

Lumian took the ticket stub, found his place, and sat down.

The current play is "The Princess and the Beast", and some of the actors are dressed rather boldly and slightly revealingly, completely close to the general aesthetic of the honest market area.

After watching it for a while, Lumian sighed in his heart with a little shock:

"Is this the level of drama in Trier?

"Such theatrical performances can only be nested in the honest market area? How strong are the theaters in the Opera District? ”

The theatrical performances were like children playing games compared to the old pigeon cages.

The main actors on the stage at the moment all have outstanding acting skills, whether it is expressions, movements, or lines, it is as if the characters in the story have really come to this world, so that Lumian, who was just looking for anomalies on the spot, is a little immersed in their performance, and is moved by the inferiority, rage, and pain of the beast and the innocence, kindness, and sadness of the princess.

When the drama ended, Lumian stood up and applauded.

He didn't notice anything wrong with the actors, and he didn't take a break from each scene to go to the bathroom and find anything unusual in the theater itself.

Out of the old pigeon cage, Lumian looked up at the beige apartment diagonally opposite and confirmed that there were gas lamps in several windows on the sixth floor! Yellowish light shines.

According to Mrs. Fels, Mr. Eve would grow some of his own vegetables on the roof to save money, so Lumien speculated that Mr. Eve and his family lived in a room on the top floor of the apartment, which was on the sixth floor.

After a brief observation, Lumian's gaze fell on the dimly lit window.

With Mr. Eve's stinginess, he was reluctant to light an extra gaslamp.

Lumien then found a no-man, dark corner, staring at the window, patiently waiting for any changes.

In the passage of time, a homeless man passed by, and at this time, he wanted to use this corner that could block the wind as his bed tonight, but soon saw a figure sitting in the dark depths, so he had to leave as soon as possible.

Such things have long been commonplace for Lumian, and he continues to wait unmoved.

It was almost 11 p.m. when the rather dim light in the window went out.

Nearly a quarter of an hour later, Mr. Ave, dressed in a dark white suit and chestnut tweed trousers, appeared at the door of the apartment.

He looked vigilantly to the left and right, carrying a calcium carbide lamp, and shadowed along the street to the underground Trier a few meters away, where Lumian seemed to be transformed into a statue, motionless as the light of Mr. Eve and the calcium carbide lamp disappeared there.

A few minutes later, seeing that there was no official Extraordinaire following Mr. Ave, he stood up, patted his clothes, and walked across Market Avenue to the stone staircase that led to the ground, high and sheltered.

Lumian didn't try to track it, first, he didn't have any lighting tools, and he only had a candle used in ritual magic, and the smell was too obvious, and second, he didn't know what Mr. Ave's strength was, and what was he doing when he went underground to Trier, and what level of power would be involved.

He took a few steps back and shrank to the side of the pilasters of a house on the side of the street, hiding through the shadows.

It was another long wait, and as midnight approached, the calcium carbide lamp was dyed with "a slight blue glow illuminating the underground entrance."

Mr. Ef's figure was then reflected, and it was "a little long."

As soon as he had finished walking the stone staircase, Lumian lowered his cap and greeted him, and roared:

"Robbery!"

Lumian wanted to test Mr. Ave's strength in this way, if he was very strong, the looter would not let him pay too much attention to him, and directly kill him, so that Lumian would have a chance and space to escape, at most he would be injured and lose some money.

If Mr. Eve doesn't show enough ability, the robbery will turn into a kidnapping, and Lumian will torture the landlord somewhere in the underground Trier, asking him why he was hiding the whereabouts of the previous tenant in room 504 of the Golden Rooster Hotel, and why he went to the underworld in the middle of the night.

Hearing the word robbery, Mr. Eve shuddered.

Resistantly, he pulled out his brown leather wallet and pulled out a silver coin of 1 Fil Gold from it.

Lumian suddenly felt a strong greed, and felt that the relief of the cherub and the divergent lines on the surface of the silver coin were so attractive.

Uncontrollably, he stretched out his right hand, took the silver coin from Mr. Ave, and then turned and ran, like a real robber.

After running five or six steps, Lumian woke up a little and noticed something unusual:

"What kind of robber is it to run away with only 1 Filgin of silver?"

"Wait, why should I grab the silver coins?"

Lumian suddenly came to his senses, and relying on the flexibility of the "dancer", he forcibly twisted his body and stopped.

He saw that Mr. Eve was also running wildly.

The landlord of the "Golden Rooster Hotel" crossed Market Avenue and ran into the Old Pigeon Coop Theater.

Lumian, who was about to catch up, suddenly slowed down. Mr. Ave's first instinct after being robbed was neither to flee home nor to the nearby market district police headquarters for help, but to choose the old pigeon cage theater diagonally across the street from his house!

In his opinion, where is there who can really protect him?

Lumian frowned thoughtfully.

The next second, he turned around, ran, and played the role of a robber again.

He was afraid that if Mr. Eve found the strong man who could protect him, he would chase after him and snatch the silver coin back.

With the stinginess of Mr. Eve, it is entirely possible to do such a thing!

And although Lumian doesn't care about 1 Fergin of silver, if he is caught, his identity will inevitably be exposed.

As he ran out of Market Boulevard, he casually threw the silver coin to a homeless man sleeping on the side of the street.

At the sound of the voice, the homeless man opened his eyes and saw a silver glittering cutie lying quietly under the street lamp in front of him.

Back in the streets, Lumien took off his cap, took off his coat, held them in his hands, and resumed his normal walking speed.

After some probing, he determined that Mr. Eve was anomalous and possessed extraordinary abilities, but he did not seem to be very good at fighting, and he chose to give a silver coin to an ordinary robber and escaped.

"He made me suddenly want to possess that silver coin, and I was so greedy that I almost lost the level of my sanity that completely disregarded its original purpose." Lumian reflected on what had just happened.

It was a feeling that was familiar to him.

Face Susanna. When Mattis, he had similar feelings:

Once it was occupied by fear, and once it was when it was taken away from reason by hatred.

"The manifestation of ability is a bit like ah, Mr. Eve and Susanna, Matisse have a certain relationship? I'm afraid the end of the tenant before room 504 is not very good... Nymphs in the woods', leaves, branches, laurels... The old pigeon cage theater also with Susanna. Does Matisse have a certain relationship? Lumien analyzed as he walked back to the "Golden Rooster Hotel".

He turned into the speakeasy and saw Charlie holding a glass of beer and singing aloud with a few tenants: "We poor people, sleep in the attic..."

Seeing Charles come back, Charlie broke free from the hands and feet of the others, walked to the bar, sighed and said:

"You don't know what happened to me this afternoon, the hotel manager drank me twice, but told me that, due to Mrs. Alice's affairs, he could not make me a formal waiter, but only a lowly handyman.

"It's so hateful, how can I be so unlucky?" Speaking of this, Charlie was stunned for a moment and muttered to himself.

"Bad luck, bad luck.."

After a few times in a row, he looked up in amazement and looked at Lumian to see the smile on his face.