Lumian crouched there, holding the three metal vials in his hand, looked at Jana, and said with a smile, "I have a way to confirm."

"What's the way, ......" Jane Na was curious at first, and then a little nervous and panicked by the other party's inexplicable smile.

Lumian smiled and replied, "Come and help me try which bottle is which."

"What are you kidding?" If it weren't for the fact that she had just been saved by the other party, and her body was in a relatively weak state, Jaina would have been scolding.

Lumian looked serious: "If it's that bottle of gas that can make people unconscious, at most one more coma, I won't do anything to you, I really want to do something, you can't resist now, and after determining which bottle is which, I can still use that bottle of irritating gas to wake you up and restore you to a normal state."

"If you're lucky, you'll be able to regain some of your strength right now."

Sounds reasonable, no matter how bad it is...... Jana was almost persuaded by Lumian.

She quickly came to her senses, grinding her teeth, and said, "What if it's another bottle?" We don't know what it does!"

If it's poison gas, there is no one who knows how to treat it at the scene!

Lumian laughed and said in a mocking tone, "Isn't it stupid? The bottle is mostly gas and part liquid, and there is a big difference in weight!"

"This bottle should be a liquid!"

He lifted one from the three metal vials and shook it slightly.

He "clearly" heard the liquid sloshing inside, and quickly slipped it into his pocket.

"That's ·····." Although she was ridiculed, Jane was now focused on the "experiment" and did not get angry.

She hesitated for a few seconds, closed her eyes, tilted her head slightly, and said, "Try it!"

Lumian put another metal vial in his trouser pocket, leaving only one in his hand.

He then unhurriedly put the remaining one to the end of Jana's nose.

The next second, he saw Jane quietly open her eyes.

Lumien laughed, twisted the lid, and soon the pungent smell of fermented feces entered Jana's nose, choking her several times, and tears and snot seemed to flow out.

Each "sneeze" helped her regain a lot of strength, and when Lumian screwed on the cap and changed from crouch to stand, she jumped up and instinctively moved her hands and feet.

"Looks like I'm lucky!" Jaina muttered to herself delightfully as she straightened her clothes and skirt.

I directly hit the bottle of gas with a pungent smell!

Then, when she saw Lumian's teasing expression, Janna chuckled inwardly, and had some kind of "bad" premonition.

She asked tentatively, "Actually, you knew what bottle of gas it was from the beginning?"

So you can take that metal vial with the irritating gas so accurately?

Lumian laughed and handed the metal vial to Jana, "Smell the cap yourself."

Suspiciously, Jana took it and sniffed the bottle, where there was a vague smell, not too irritating and ineffective, but bad enough.

"The other bottle has no taste." Lumien added with a smile.

Janena's already flushed face flushed.

This made her feel like she had just acted like a fool: first she believed the other person's words, and then she gritted her teeth and participated in the so-called "experiment"!

Her words of gratitude and various thoughts that had been brewing were instantly pressed back into her stomach.

Lumian ignored the puffed Jana, and put away the metal vial with scratch marks on the surface and the 8 Filgin note at the same time.

Although the man had some ability that allowed him to sense where the items that had once belonged to him and had been lost were, the other man was dead, and Lumian was not afraid to track him down.

As for the effect of the liquid in the remaining metal vial, he tried to find mammals such as rats and stray dogs to test it.

After doing the corresponding things,

Lumian pointed to the perverted corpse and said to Jana, "Take a closer look at his appearance, remember what he looks like, and find someone to find out who he really is, "He should have an accomplice."

"Okay."

Jaina walked quickly over to the corpse and remembered the face seriously.

After watching it for a while, remembering what had just happened, she was furious, raised her right leg, and kicked the corpse's crotch fiercely.

Once, again, again!

"Shit, pervert, fuck your mother, fuck your whole family!" Jaina vented her inner emotions to the fullest.

Lumian looked at the phantom pain, lowered his head, and cleaned up the traces left at the scene.

When Jane had calmed down, he walked over with the large gray-white cloth bag, stuffing the body and clothes into it, and asked seemingly casually, "How did he get caught?"

Jaina straightened her loose brown hair and tied it in a ponytail.

She gritted her teeth a little again: "I met him in an alley next to the Breeze Ballroom, and he said that he liked me very much about singing and wanted me to sign his name, and the piece of paper he handed me was sprinkled with that tasteless gas, and as soon as I signed it, the whole person felt that something was wrong and lost some of his strength, "Then, he attacked, controlled me, and put the bottle in front of my nose, and after that, I was unconscious."

"You're too unvigilant, aren't you?" Lumian scoffed. ，

Jaenna was not convinced: "I've seen him singing a few times, and I'm pretty sure he really likes me singing, otherwise I wouldn't have paid any attention to him.

"And, as a singer who hasn't become famous yet, it's an honor to have someone looking for an autograph......

"That gas doesn't smell," how can people be prepared?

Lumian scoffed, "That's not what I'm talking about."

"It can be clearly seen that that gas will quickly dissipate on the paper, and it must be used in a very short time to have a certain effect, that is, that pervert has been tracking for a long time, and basically understands the law of your actions, otherwise it is impossible for him to accurately block you in the alley where there are no people, and use that bottle of gas to smoke the paper ten or twenty seconds in advance."

"Been followed for so long without noticing?" Jaanna was silent, sometimes gritting her teeth, sometimes in annoyance.

Lumian retracted his gaze and chuckled: it's normal not to notice it, that guy can distinguish between different people's hormonal information.

If it weren't for the fact that Mr. Eve was obviously weaker than the pervert just now, and he should not have mastered the ability of lust, Lumian would have thought that he had exposed his identity as a "robber".

He tied the gray-white cloth bag again, and used it to destroy all traces of the scene with the corpse in it, and Jana cooperated with the corresponding work.

There is a lot of flat on the processing traces...... Lumian glanced at Jana, suspiciously saddled the sack and walked out of the cave.

Based on this incident and Jane's deliberate failure to mention her abnormal behavior under the influence of that pervert, he believes that this "pompous girl" has a definite understanding of the transcendent world, and even herself.

And the source of her information or power is probably the "red boots" Franka of the Savoyard Party.

After lighting the calcium carbide lamp in the place where he had just been hiding and holding it in his hand, Lumian looked back into the depths of the path.

It is in a downward trend, there is no light at all in the distance, nothing can be seen.

The darkness was like a huge mouth waiting for its prey to pass and devour them.

"What are you looking at?" Jana asked curiously.

She felt that the man named Charles was acting mysteriously.

Lumian ended his gaze and smiled, "I'm wondering where I've been going all the way down, that Trier of the Quaternary?"

What he really thought was: the perverted ability just now is very similar to Mr. Ev, if the two are accomplices, will he habitually and subconsciously approach the place he is familiar with when choosing a place to commit crimes in the underworld, that is, the destination where Mr. Eve entered the underground that night?

If that's the case, you might find something out by exploring along this path.

Janna said disappointedly, "That's not a good place."

Lumian didn't say anything more, and walked down the road she had come from to the ground, and Jana thought about her own thoughts, carrying the calcium carbide lamp left behind by the pervert, and silently followed behind the side.

Towards the level where the layout of the ground roughly replicated, Lumian paused and smiled in a disgusting tone, "Do you need me to get you to the surface?"

"You're not going back?" Jaina was stunned.

Lumian moved his shoulder, "I need to find a place to dispose of this corpse."

Janna nodded, not asking more, "I can go myself, I've been underground."

Meaning, the ability to protect yourself? Lumian watched Janna leave with light steps, and sighed in his heart: Is Trier a man or a dog, with extraordinary abilities?

Is it Trier who has a problem, or am I myself having a problem and always meet similar people?

He shook his head, carrying the corpse on his back, tending to the footprints as he walked towards the hollow in the quarry where he had prayed for a "bounty".

On the way, he counter-followed twice to make sure that no one was following him.

Arriving at the hollow of the quarry hidden underground, Lumian tossed aside the gray-white cloth bag containing the corpse and set up the altar.

He had planned to go to the morgue of the nearest hospital at night to look for fresh bodies, but now there was a better option!

After arranging the altar, lighting the candles, and creating the "spiritual wall", Lumian took out the imitation parchment with the corresponding symbols drawn in advance."

The main body of those motifs is a ring of thorns, surrounded by eyes, curves, self-entwining rivers of symbols, and so on.

In room 207, just sketching them out, Lumian consumed a lot of spirituality.

Setting up the faux parchment, Lumian took two steps back, looked at the two lit candles, and brewed the incantation to be used.

In this ritual, pray to the self not to use the phrase "I! In My Name", you have to design a three-paragraph description for yourself, pretending that it's a creature from the spirit world.

This can be done in any language, without the need to contain authority, as long as it can be pinpointed within the "spiritual wall". 「

Lumien opened his mouth and whispered in Hermes, "The prankster king of the village of Cordu, Aurel. Lee's younger brother is named Lumian. Lee's existence ......"