Under the open windows of Room 601, Lumien climbed with his bare hands, using the bumps, statues and pipes on the exterior wall to approach the ground layer by layer, as if rappelling, precise and steady.

Soon, he jumped lightly and landed on the edge of White Coat Street, muttering in a low voice, "Why do you have to let me climb down from the sixth floor?" I didn't do anything!"

Lumian grumbled, flashed into the shadows of the street, and walked in the direction of Market Avenue.

Room 601.

Franka looked back at the gently swaying window, straightened her silk nightdress, and smiled as she greeted the slowly opening door.

Dressed in a red dress studded with sequins, Jana put away the spare key that Franca had given her and stepped into the apartment.

"So early today?" Franka asked suspiciously, standing in the way of Jana's gaze to the window.

Jane sighed and said, "There was an accident at the club's six-stringed player's house, although it didn't affect my singing, but everyone's mood was not too good, and the ballroom manager named Rene asked me to end it early and change the theme of tonight to veneer dance."

The veneer dance in the market area is different from the regular one, men and women hugging each other on the dance floor with only a little light, you rub me, I rub you, it is quite exciting, and a dance hall without enough dancers cannot support this kind of dance.

"What's the matter?" Franka struggled to find a topic, silently calculating the time it would take Lumien to climb to the first floor.

In the process, she secretly complained: "Why is the younger brother of the "Muggle" a "hunter" instead of an "assassin", and the "assassin" can jump directly from the sixth floor and land like a feather!

Janna recounted what happened to the band member, and finally said, "Damn, why do unfortunate people always have more misfortunes?"

"Well, although it ended earlier than normal, it was also late, and it was too troublesome to go home, so I still came to sleep with you."

Jana, who lives far from Market Avenue, chooses to sleep at Franca when she performs late at the ballroom, and she even has a spare key.

Warehouse...... Porter...... Thinking of the feedback her subordinates gave her, Franca probably guessed that it was the impact of the incident with Christo.

While sighing that there are still innocent people who have lost their relatives, she sighed in her heart: "007's brother is very efficient, I only stabbed him about the person in the mirror late last night, and the official extraordinary person cleaned up the anomaly before this evening."

A man in the "Curly Baboon Society", codenamed 007, is a member of an official organization in Trier, and his rank seems to be not low, while Franka has secret contacts with several of her fellow fellow students in Trier, and occasionally organizes private gatherings.

Of course, Franka doesn't think that the Man in the Mirror relationship will end there, because that particular mirror world is still there, Gardner. The mysterious object that Martin got into Trier is still there, and the classical silver mirror in her hand is still there, not to eradicate all of these, but to solve the problem for a while, and I don't know when a similar anomaly will break out in the future.

As for the classical silver mirror that can enter the world of special mirrors, Franca's attitude is to be both wary and carefully studying—there may be a secret hidden in the witch's path.

"Why don't you speak?" Jaina stretched out her right hand and shook it in front of Franca.

Franka came back to her senses and sighed softly:1

"I was also a little sad to hear what you said about the misfortune."

It was precisely because she did not want to face the pain of a large number of innocent people that she followed Lumian's advice and "handed" the matter to the authorities.

Jaina bypassed Franka and made her way to her room, intending to change into comfortable clothes.

She glanced over and saw the living room window open, and a cool night breeze blew in.

"It was a little stuffy just now." Franka hurriedly threw out the prepared rhetoric.

Jane looked at her suspiciously, "What's the explanation?"

Cough...... Franka almost choked on her own saliva.

Fortunately, Jane didn't think much about it, entered the guest room, and walked to the bathroom with her pajamas and pajama pants.

After returning to Market Boulevard, Lumian first went around the vicinity of No. 126, where Roger, the "Black Scorpion", lived, and greeted the four gangsters who were dressed as homeless men and sat in different directions, away from the target area, and promised to pay 100 Filkin each on Monday.

That night, he slept in the breeze, very unstable, and woke up from time to time, listening to the movement outside the window, hoping to detect the sound of hurried footsteps.

When it was daybreak, after breakfast at the café and reading the newspapers, Louis came up from the first floor and leaned into his ear and said, "Chief, Superintendent Everett invites you to come to the Walia Cafe opposite the police headquarters at 10 o'clock sharp."

The superintendent wants to meet me, the new leader of the Savoyard Party? With the "peeping glasses" in hand, Lumian is quite calm.

He asked Louis, "Who else?"

"A lot." Louis suppressed his voice and said, "It is said that all the gang leaders in the market area will go, and voting officially begins today." ”

The entire election will last for three full days.

That's right...... It seems that we will not be allowed to sabotage the congressional elections...... I wonder if the Stinger Gang will go?

Lumian nodded, leaving the Breeze Ballroom at 9:15 a.m., heading back to the Golden Rooster Hotel.

In room 207, he put on "voyeuristic glasses" and once again experienced the intense dizziness of falling from a height, head down and foot into the ground.

Resisting the urge to retch, Lumian took out a mirror and all the cosmetics and got busy.

He didn't make any exaggerated changes, just thickened his eyebrows, raised his cheekbones, and enhanced some of the shadows, making people instinctively believe that it was Charles rather than thinking of someone else.

As soon as he finished applying his makeup, Lumian immediately buckled the mirror down, not even daring to look at the glass window.

Towards ten o'clock, he arrived at the Café Valia and was ushered into a box by the waiter.

As soon as he entered, he saw several acquaintances, including Baron Brienelle in a formal suit and a top hat and pipe, Franca with long pants and red boots and a lady's shirt, Simon the tall "giant", and Blake, who looked more like a businessman.

Travis in black uniform. Everett sat on the single couch at the top and stood up with a smile when she saw Lumian enter, "You're Charles, aren't you?"

"Yes, Superintendent Everett." Lumian responded politely.

Follow Travis. Everett's standing up Franca, Baron Brinnel and the others looked at Lumian in unison, and their expressions were more or less puzzled.

Franka suddenly realized that her eyes were taken back from her black hair, and Baron Brienel, Simon the "Giant" and others gradually "recognized" that this was Charles.

Superintendent Everett pushed the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said with a smile in his blue eyes, "It's only been less than three weeks since I came to the market district to take over the Breeze Ballroom, and I'm still so young, it's really good."

"Hey, this month, the market area is not very quiet."

He nodded half-boasting and half-knocking, patted a back chair beside him and said, "Come, sit here."

"I'll introduce you to the others."

When Lumien stood next to him, Everett pointed to a middle-aged man across the coffee table and said, "Roger, you shouldn't be a stranger, right?"

"Black Scorpion" Roger? Lumian set his eyes on the middle-aged man: he was dressed in a formal suit, his black hair was neatly combed back, his face was somewhat crossed, and his blue eyes were like the deep sea.

"See you for the first time." Lumian replied with a smile, only to feel that the "black scorpion" looked at him with an unusually cold gaze.

Everett went on to introduce the people sitting on Roger's left and right:

"Harman, Castina."

When Lumien first entered the box, he only noticed Haman except for the Savoyard members, because he had a very striking bald head, so bright that Lumien wanted to avoid his eyes, afraid to show his disguised figure.

Looking closely, he found that Harman himself was also very characteristic, with hard eyebrows, a high nose, and deep lips, and he was a handsome tough guy, even if he sat there, he could see that he was not short, and it matched the dark breeches and shirts very well.

Castina was a petite figure, about thirty years old, probably less than 1.55 meters, with brownish-red curly hair and brownish eyes, exaggerated hips, striking curves, and thick lips.

"Charles, of the Savoyard Party, you shouldn't be strangers, right?" Everett introduced Roger and the others.

Roger smiled coldly, "Yes, Superintendent, the impression he left on me will never be indelible."

"Bald" Haman's gaze has long been hidden hatred and cruelty. "

Everett sighed and said, "We all live in the market area, and we can have a better future and make a fortune by living in peace."

"If you have a conflict, you can come to me, and I will be responsible for mediation and arbitration.

"Charles, you bring this cup of coffee to Roger, and then hand over the proceeds of the Breeze Ballroom for the next half year, and the matter of Margot and Aite is over, if anyone uses those two things to trouble you again, you can tell me directly."

Lumian looked at Roger, Harman, and Castina amusefully, and found that there was not a trace of forgiveness in their eyes, only extreme repressive coldness and malice.

Baron Brignier and the others did not speak, as if they were watching a play, while Franca shook his head at Lumian, signaling him not to be impulsive.

Lumian bent down and picked up the cup of coffee on the coffee table.

Suddenly, he raised his hands and poured the cup of tan liquid at Roger, the "Black Scorpion".

Roger reacted quickly and lunged to the side, slamming into the coffee table as Harman and Castina swiped to their feet.

At the same time, Lumian pointed at the "black scorpion" Roger and scolded loudly: "Fuck your mother! Are you not giving face to the superintendent? One or two pretending to be dumb? If you don't want to mediate, just say it, I'm waiting for you in the Breeze Ballroom!

"Your eyes tell me that you will definitely take revenge!"

Arrogant...... Franca didn't expect Lumian to be so bold.