"Why do you dream like that? It's just like the real thing......" Lumian relented, checked his physical condition, and found nothing unusual.

But in the dream just now, he was not much different from wearing "voyeur glasses" again, and he saw more things.

After thinking about it for a while, Lumian suspected that after wearing the "voyeur glasses" three times in a row, the negative impact was still there, and then he encountered the environment of the Breeze Ballroom, which was buried with old bones, so he had a certain body in his dream.

Looks like there's something really wrong with the ground here......

Lumian sighed silently, rolled out of bed, put on his coat, and planned to sleep in a different place to test his suspicions.

At this time, the night was very dark, and the breeze dance hall was no longer lit, and he followed the shadows on the side of the road all the way back to the locked Golden Rooster Hotel.

This was not difficult for Lumian, he didn't try to knock on the door to wake up Mrs. Firth, who was not very good-tempered, went around to the side, along the water pipe, and crawled into the balcony located on the second floor in room 207, Lumian slept until six o'clock in the morning, and only had sporadic II short dreams in the middle, all of which were normal.

"Sure enough, it was the old bones deep in the ground of the Breeze Ballroom that triggered the remnants of the power of the Voyeur Glasses on my body......"

Lumian sat up with joy and a little disappointment.

He originally planned to use the "Voyeur Glasses" every day to make one to II drawings with supernatural powers, and accumulate them for future needs, but now it seems that the "Voyeur Glasses" should not be used too often, at least until the previous negative effects have subsided before trying again, otherwise after the accumulation of time, it is likely that some very terrifying and weird things will happen, and finally let him die like the "lawyer" who left the glasses, leaving only a strange oil painting with abnormal effects that will last for a long time.

"Sleep in the Breeze Ballroom tonight, and use whether you have that kind of dream to judge whether the negative effects are completely gone......

After that, you can't wear it more than two times in a short period of time...... This is all Mr. K did not mention the details, well, you still have to use it yourself, and you can understand it intuitively after experiencing it...... Lumian got up in good spirits and went to the bathroom to finish washing.

It's Sunday, many tenants are resting, the morning is quiet, and there is almost no scramble for the bathroom.

And Mrs. Firth came up from time to time to check every meter to see if anyone was wasting tap water.

The contract between the Golden Rooster Hotel and the Imperial Water Supply Company was to supply a water supply of not less than 250 litres and not more than 500 litres per day, at 100 filkins per year.

Lumian took a leisurely trip to the café on White Coat Street, tried more idiosyncratic foods like Sabre cookies and brioche bread, which looked like a croissant but was fluffier, and then found a place to exercise. When he returned to the Golden Rooster Hotel, he saw Charlie, dressed in a linen shirt and black trousers, sitting on the steps outside the door, with a meatloaf and a sip of apple sour.

"So early?" Lumian asked with a smile.

The Breeze Ballroom closes at midnight, and it's not yet half past eight in the morning.

Charlie didn't know for a while, so he quickly got up, greeted the boss, and got along as usual, hesitated for a moment before standing up, and said with a sneer: "I have to go to the dance hall again after sleeping for a while." ”

I don't think it's going to have to be like this all the time, I have to have some time when I don't have to sleep or work, or I'll feel like the Breeze Ballroom opens at 10 a.m. at the earliest.

"Feel like you don't have a life of your own, like a machine designed to work?" Lumian helped Charlie fill in the rest of the words.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Charlie agrees, you are so literate! Sometimes, you don't look like a gangster at all, uh, not like the head of the Savoyard party, but more like a civilized person.

If nothing else, I would have been studying at one of the universities in the parish of Remembrance by now, and in my spare time I would have spent my free time with my classmates on an adventure in Trier, and Lumien was in a dark mood, so he turned his attention and gazed at Charlie.

This is what he used to observe Susanna. The question of whether Mattisse still exists, and when will it explode tools.

"You, what are you looking at?"

Charlie was a little panicked to see, did he see anything wrong? Recently, the fortune has been quite normal and relatively stable...... Lumian put his mind at ease, smiled and raised his right hand, waving it behind Charlie's back: "Good morning Susanna!" ”

Charlie turned around, his eyes wide open, not missing a single detail, and after a few seconds, he let out a half-side of his body, squeezed out a smile, and said to Lumien, "You're kidding again" The name was his lingering nightmare lately.

"I'm exercising your mental endurance, so that if something really goes wrong, you won't panic and can't think of a way."

Lumian patted Charlie on the shoulder earnestly.

It was almost half past nine when he was back in the Breeze Dance.

As soon as they entered, Luis and Sakota greeted them and said in unison, "Boss, something!" ”

"What's the matter?" Lumien asked with a smile, as if he couldn't see the anxiety and uneasiness of the second man.

Louis looked at the staircase and said in a suppressed voice: "Red Boots", "Giant", "Mouse" they are all here, there should be something very serious happening.

"Every boss is coming?" Lumian reflected on what he had done recently, and found nothing that had offended all the leaders of the Savoyard Party.

He's been at peace these days! "Yes."

Louis nodded heavily.

Lumian went up to the second floor unconcernedly, and saw Franca and the others.

Franka changed into darker and darker red boots, light-colored trousers and Trier's recently popular dark skirt to match pants, and wore a more men's formal outfit over it.

She lifted her right leg and rested on top of it, smiling at Lumian as she walked by.

To her right is Baron Brinnelle in a formal dress and top hat, and on her left is a man no more than 1.6 meters tall, with a thin face and a mouse beard, this man is wearing a dark brown short tunic, his hair is gray and black, quite thick, and his eyes are dark blue, with a little anxiety.

"Rat 'Christo."

Baron Brinnel was quite polite to introduce Lumien.

He then pointed to a man on the opposite side and said, "Bloody palm Blake." ”

Blake has brown hair and blue eyes, a round face, looks like he is in his early thirties, and has a warm smile that doesn't look like a gang leader at all.

He was dressed in clothes closer to formal attire, with his palms large and bony joints, and a slow-burning cigar between them.

"Good morning, everyone."

Lumian dragged a chair over and sat down nearly a meter from the table, posing as if I was the master of the place.

Giant. Simon glanced at him, took a puff of his cigarette and exhaled a gray-blue smoke and said, "Christo is in trouble and needs our help." ”

"What's the trouble?" Lumian set his sights on Christo "Mouse", a lucrative contributor to the Breeze Ballroom.

Although there must be a price increase for the smuggled liquor he sells, just because there is no tax, it is much cheaper than the price of those wholesale liquor stores in Trier, and a large part of Christo's wine is moonshine, and Christo, who looks like a mouse, gritted his teeth and said, "I have a batch?" The goods are missing underground. ”

The delivery and escort people are also gone, damn, my brother is also inside, and his wife and children are crying in my house now! "Something happened in underground Trier? Ostatrul said that he had helped people carry underground books before, well, underground Trier could not use things like horse-drawn carriages, so he had to rely on people to carry them...... Lumian bowed his head slightly, and then asked, "What goods?" "A batch of red wine and brandy, and some blackfish."

Mouse. Christo couldn't help but pat the table, "Damn, I haven't had an accident with that route many times, and I haven't met that group of hyenas, and the hyenas refer to the quarry police who are in charge of underground treatment for smuggling business." ”

Seeing that Lumian was a little puzzled, Baron Brinnel casually explained: "Blackfish, referring to the gun. ”

Among the five most profitable businesses of the gang, the moonshine industry chain is the second most profitable, the arms business makes the least money because the demand is too small, and the most profitable casino business is not so hot in the market area, because the income of the people here is not too high, and the money that can be squeezed out is quite limited.

As for the trafficking of psychotropic drugs, it is the Trier Police Department that has cracked down on it.

After repeated warnings from the Market District Police Headquarters, there is no such thing in the Breeze Ballroom, but there are still a few occasional Nightingale street dance halls in the pipe of "Giant" Simon.

Lumian looked at the "mouse" Christo and said, "Is there any suspicion?" "No," Christo said, rather annoyed, "damn it, that route is so hidden that no one in the market area knows about it except me and my people." ”

He paused, and said what he meant: "I want to ask you to help me find clues on that route, using the means that they are best at." ”

I've walked it myself, but I haven't gained much, and I don't wait for Lumian to speak? Red Boots. Franka nodded and said, "We II will go in groups so that no one will take care of what happens on the ground." ”

"Well, I'm in a group with Charles, and I happen to have something to talk to him about." Giant. Simon's gaze moved back and forth between Franka and Charles a few times, and finally remembered that Charles was suspected of sleeping with Franca's mistress and put a green hat on her.

Take the opportunity to get the charr in trouble? "Giant" Simon nodded invisibly and said to "Bloody Palm" Blake: "We are in a group of II. ”

Baron Brinell then looked at Christo the Mouse: "I'll go with you again." ”

After Baron Brignier and Simon "The Giant" completed the underground route and achieved nothing, Lumian and Franca "Red Boots" followed a smuggler into underground Trier.