Charlie was stunned because he remembered that Charles had reminded him that something bad might happen to him recently, and that in the afternoon he had lost the job he was looking forward to, and that he had wasted several Felkin drinks in vain.

This made him even more pressured, who was already not well-off.

Looking at Charles's smiling expression, Charlie unconsciously lowered his voice:

"Do you know divination?"

The divination seems to be quite accurate!

"Didn't I tell you? I guess. Lumian didn't stumble at all and tell lies.

Of course, this is not entirely a lie, but he made a guess based on the fortune he sensed, just like knowing the correct answer when doing a question, and then making up the process.

Charlie looked incredulous, but didn't question it. He asked expectantly, is my bad luck gone now?

Lumian missed his head, concentrated his energy, his eyes deepened a little, and his expression gradually became solemn and serious.

Looking at Doshire's reaction, Charlie's heart suddenly fluttered, and his tight mouth was dry, what's wrong?

Lumian pursed his lips and said, "You're going to have a disaster in the near future."

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Charlie's expression collapsed suddenly, his face was blue and white, and he was no longer ruddy.

Lumien laughed, jokingly, you won't have any good luck lately, but you're not too unlucky.

This shows that Susanna. Mattis's problem, if not completely resolved, will not erupt for a while.

Charlie couldn't believe it, Lumian's words, really?

Fake, anyway, if you want to believe it, you can believe it, and if you don't want to believe it, I have no opinion, Lumian asked for absinthe ouzo, and smiled indifferently.

His attitude made Charlie breathe a sigh of relief, and he drank rye beer under the barstool next to him. I thought it wasn't really over yet.

It's not impossible, Lumian didn't scare Charlie for the time being.

Charlie looked at the bar in front of him and said, you know what? For a second I wanted to be the lowliest handyman and move out of the market area.

Lumian glanced at him, if something happens, you can't escape wherever you move Charlie s face suddenly turned with bitterness that could not be concealed.

Lumian added at random, you might as well go to the nearest church of the eternal sun and pray more, by the way, I had dinner with the landlord, Mr. Ever, and when we talked about room 504, he acted a little strange, as if he knew the whereabouts of the tenant before you, and refused to tell him.

Charlie took a few seconds to understand what Charles was referring to, and he lowered his voice again, pasting the portrait of the woman, the woman?

Lumien nodded slowly but surely.

Charlie was silent for a while and muttered: That woman's business has something to do with Mr. Ave? He knew there was something wrong with the portrait, and I, I had to tell them about it, and tell the people, that I would go to the nearest church at dawn and tell the priest.

Yes, after a few days of my teaching the Bisar party. That Louie was much smarter. You can understand my hints once you can. Umian picked up his glass in satisfaction and took a sip of the visually stunning green liquid.

The specifics of the old pigeon cage theater. He didn't know anything about whether the problem was serious or not, and to what extent, as long as he relied on his own investigation, he couldn't collect enough useful information without a week or two of effort.

And even if it is collected, it may not have the ability to deal with it, so it is better to find a way to alert the official from the beginning and let them follow up.

After Charlie made up his mind, he glanced at Pavarnison, who was bartending, and saw that he was not paying attention to this side, so he asked Lumian in a low voice.

If they ask me where I got the news, how do I answer?

Just talk about what you heard when you talked to me. Lumian said calmly.

Thanks to Charlie's previous propaganda, the police in the Candid Market area should know that the Golden Rooster Hotel has become the territory of the Savoyard Charles. Therefore, it is inevitable that Charles and the landlord, Mr. Eve, will meet and eat, and chat, and when the time comes, the official extraordinary person will casually inquire about it, and he will find that this is a very normal thing, so as not to suspect Lumian.

"Okay, Charlie has obviously relaxed a lot."

Lumian took another sip of the Green Fairy and asked, "Which Stinger boss have you heard of?" Charlie has said before that whether it is the Savoyard Party or the Stinger Gang, or a few other smaller gang leaders, they are all in the Honest Market area, and they have a certain reputation that can be used to scare children.

What do you want to do? Charlie's expression instantly became excited.

Asking them about something, Lumien chose the most elegant and polite way to say it.

Charlie was slightly disappointed that he couldn't see the excitement, except for Margit. I only know two, one is Hammer Ait, who used to be in the honest man's market, and has been coming to the streets a lot lately, and the other is called Haman, who has no nickname, and I have seen Margot walking with him several times, and I have great respect for him. Well, he's a bald head. The boss of the Stinger Gang is a man named Black Scorpion Roger, who seems to live somewhere on Market Avenue?

can make Market's recent Harman higher than Margit, both in terms of Stinger Gang status and his own strength. Hammer Aite had taken over the mill and the street turf, so he ran here from time to time.

After a little analysis, Lumian set his sights on Hammer Aether, who planned to defend the gang leader.

After drinking absinthe, Lumian and Charlie went upstairs together. Not yet close to Room 207. He saw a box on the floor at the door, with a black paintpen on the lid with a Savoyard logo, a bullet, and a dagger.

The materials sent by Louis. Lumian stooped down to pick up the wooden box, opened the door and entered the room. He opened the lid, and unsurprisingly saw a dark stone that smelled of bird droppings and a pair of blood-colored eyes in a glass jar, a poison sac.

Market Boulevard, illuminated by yellowish gas lamps and street lamps.

Eve, the landlord of the Golden Rooster Hotel, led a man to a homeless man who was sleeping with his eyes closed.

My silver coin is there. He said in a deep voice.

The man behind him asked, glancing at the homeless man in the dark. It was he who robbed you.

No. Ef replied with great certainty, regardless of height or size. The clothes are all different.

A robber throws the robbed money directly to the homeless. There was something wrong with this, and the man standing at the edge of the streetlight nodded invisibly, and we had to be prepared for an accident or an investigation.

Eve mumbled and muttered in a low voice, "If he doesn't throw my silver to the homeless man, we'll find him directly." He can sense for a certain period of time where the money and possessions that once belonged to him are.

The next morning, Lumien stayed at the Golden Rooster Hotel. Flip through Auror's witchcraft notes. At this time, because he squatted for a long time to follow Hammer, Aite and others, and they always appeared in the afternoon and returned home in the early morning, so he had to change the study time to the morning.

Charlie went to the nearest church of the eternal sun early in the morning and came back in a relaxed state. And with a smile on his face. It seems that he has found both support and praise.

Towards noon, Lumian hid his notes on witchcraft and walked down Market Avenue, standing not far from Mr. Eve's apartment and the old pigeon cage theatre, to see if the official extraordinaries had taken action.

It's business as usual, with people coming and going, neither the shops on the street nor the passing carriages, but there is no sign of anything going on. Lumian watched for a while, and was about to find a nearby restaurant to fill his stomach, when he saw Mr. Eve appear in the distance.

Still wearing the white-washed suit and maroon trousers, a wide-brimmed round hat with a hint of gray, and a black handkerchief, he walked step by step to the apartment where he lived.

Before the official Extraordinaire appeared, Lumien thought for a moment and walked across Market Avenue to meet the landlord. Good afternoon, Mr. Ave, where are you going? He greeted with a smile. Mr. Aveve was stunned for a second, then looked at him warily and fearfully. I went to the police station to deal with a little thing.

Mr. Eve was summoned by the official Extraordinaire through the police station, but it was the person who was actually questioned who was in the appropriate capacity.

Lumian probably understood why. What puzzled him was that the authorities did not even discover that Mr. Eve had extraordinary abilities.

Lumian nodded lightly and smiled, "Maybe I can help."

No need. Mr. Eve replied with restraint and resistance. He immediately pointed to the beige apartment, I had to go home.

In order not to arouse suspicion, Lumian did not try to stop it, nor did he make any further attempts. He frowned slightly as he watched Mr. Ave's back move away. Recalling the conversation just now, he hadn't found anything suspicious, and he felt that some details were strange and indescribable.

Lumian subconsciously focused. Looking at Mr. Ave's back, trying to sense his recent fortune, it was relatively normal, neither good nor bad, but Lumi's doubts in peace of mind did not decrease but increased. When he had dinner with Mr. Eve yesterday, he habitually sensed the other party's fortune, obviously a little unlucky, and only a day later, his fortune changed. What exactly happened in between?

Lumian turned around, put his hands in his pockets, and walked down Market Avenue like a stroll.