"Where are you going?"

Janna looked at Lumian's back and asked.

"Go to sleep." Lumien didn't look back.

Janna thought for two seconds, pursed her lips, and followed behind Lumian.

She wants to confirm the final whereabouts of this guy and see if he really goes back to sleep at the Golden Rooster Hotel, otherwise with his current state, I really don't know what will happen.

Lumian ignored Jana's presence and slowly walked back to the Golden Rooster Hotel.

By this time, the door of the hotel had been locked, and instead of climbing the water pipe, he took out the half of the wire he had brought with him, inserted it into the brass-colored keyhole, and tinkered with it a few times.

The door opened back, and it was dark inside, with only a slight glow from the staircase leading to the basement bar.

Lumien glanced at it and chose that direction.

", didn't you say go to sleep?" Jane scolded, sighed, and followed into the basement bar of the Golden Rooster Hotel.

There weren't many people in the bar anymore, and two or three drunken guys each occupied a small round table, and they howled from time to time, but they didn't have much strength.

The only patron at the bar location is Lumien's neighbor, playwright Gabriel, who lives in room 206.

He wore the white-washed linen shirt, a pair of brown trousers, large black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his hair was messy and oily.

"Still drinking so late?" Lumian sat down next to Gabriel, his eyes resting on the shimmering green vermouth in his hand.

Kind of back to normal? Janna glanced at Lumian, feeling that he wasn't in as bad shape as he had just been.

She covered her mouth and yawned, pulled over a stool and sat down, deciding to observe for another quarter of an hour.

Gabriel smiled bitterly, "Just finished a manuscript, come down for a drink."

"Are you all the same writers? Prefer to be busy at night and sleep during the day? Lumien tapped on the bar table and asked for a glass of absinthe.

Gabriel hesitated and said, "Many writers are like this, and the quiet night inspires us more." But I didn't stay up late because of that, but I had to go to various theaters during the day to try to get a manager to read my script and choose to take it.

"I went to the Renaissance Theatre in the parish of Remembrance today, and their manager, Nathan Lopp, is known as the most drama-savvy operator and is most likely to see the value of my play. However, he refused to see me, either to his office or to visit his apartment, but I was never able to see him. ”

Hearing the words theater, manager, etc., Jana took a silent breath, vaguely afraid.

Many of the people around her were cultists of evil gods, and this incident left a certain psychological shadow on her.

What's more, those guys' abilities are disgusting and distorted, making her repulsed from the bottom of her heart.

Lumien picked up Pavard, the bartender and bartender. Neeson pushed over the absinthe and took a sip: "Do you know where that theater manager lives?"

"Yes, I used to visit him in his apartment with other playwrights, who was not married and often changed mistresses." Gabriel babbled.

Lumien smiled: "I have a way to get that guy to read your script, but whether he will take it or not, I can't guarantee it."

"Really?" Gabriel was surprised, delighted and suspicious.

Can there be a way? Jaanna looked confused.

Lumian gulped down the glass of absinthe, stood up and said, "Go now, bring your script."

"......" Gabriel had never seen such a man of action. It's the middle of the night.

With the mentality that there was no hope for him to give it a try anyway, he drank the rest of the absinthe and returned to the second floor to get the script for the three-act play.

At the door of the Golden Rooster Hotel, Jane looked at Lumian suspiciously and curiously: "You really have a way?"

Lumian scoffed, "You can believe it."

"Huh." Jaanna expressed her disdain. She wasn't sure if this was a sign of bad form, plus a little curious,

I'm going to go and see and stop Charles from acting aggressively.

It didn't take long for Gabriel to return to the first floor. He changed into a cleaner and more modest formal attire and wore a red bow tie.

"Address." Lumian asked calmly.

"Room 702, 15 Defoe Street, Parish of Remembrance." Gabriel looked out into the streets, where there were few street lamps intact, and saw only a few drunkards and wandering people.

He tried to ask, "Shall we walk over there?"

At this point in time, there were no more horse-drawn carriages, and the memorial parish and market area were next to each other.

Lumian ignored him, walked unhurriedly to Market Avenue, stopped in front of a four-wheeled, two-seater taxi carriage that operated late at night, and said to the coachman belonging to the Imperial Carriage Company: "Go to 15 Defoe Street, Memorial Parish."

The coachman, wearing a waxed hat and a yellow button-down blue gown, looked at the three of Lumien a few times and said, "Two Fergin."

In Trier, during the day it is 1.25 ferguin for a horse-drawn carriage for a short distance of 1 hour, 1.75 for an hour for exceedance, after midnight, and until 6 a.m., for a short distance it is 2 ferguin and for a long distance it is 2.5 fergin per hour.

Lumian didn't speak, but took out two silver coins worth 1 Ferguin and threw them to the coachman.

He did not give in, got into the carriage and occupied a seat directly.

This made Gabriel very embarrassed, and he didn't know whether to play a gentlemanly demeanor and squeeze with Charles, or let the female singer Jane make her own choice.

Eventually, knowing that she hadn't been invited, Jana sat down next to Lumian and struggled to find a place.

The horse-drawn carriage starts and heads towards the parish of memorial.

On the way, Lumien remained silent, so that Gabriel couldn't even ask him what he could do, and the atmosphere in the carriage was slightly awkward.

Janna was accustomed to Lumian's state tonight, so she simply took her time off and thought about her own business.

I don't know how long later, the taxi stopped downstairs at 15 Defoe Street.

Lumian went straight to the apartment, and as soon as he entered the lobby, he was blocked by the doorman.

"Which floor and room do you live on?" The doorman dutifully asked, "If it's not a guest here, you need ......."

Before he could finish his sentence, his head was suddenly pressed against something cold.

Lumian pulled out the revolver under his armpit and pressed the muzzle of his gun to the guard's forehead.

"You, you, what do you want to do?" The doorman, who was almost fifty years old, stammered.

Gabriel was stunned and began to wonder if Charles really had a solution.

Funny and a little looking forward to what was going on, Janna watched as Lumian didn't answer, drove the doorman to the corner of the lobby, and used the ropes and other things she carried with her to tie his hands and feet and gag him.

With all this done, Lumian closed the door to his apartment, locked it, and went up the stairs.

Gabriel woke up from a dream, chased after him, and asked urgently, "Is this really no problem?"

"What do you think?" Lumian curled the corners of his mouth and smiled in response.

Gabriel choked up, not knowing what to say, and hesitated to give up on letting Nathan Lope, the manager of the Revival Theater, read his script.

If I say no, go back now, will Charles be angry and give me a shot? He's a gang leader. Gabriel's mouth opened, unable to utter any words of dissuasion.

Soon, the three of them came to the top floor and stopped outside the door of room 702.

Gabriel, who was about to knock on the door, saw Lumian pull out half of the wire and neatly open the vermilion wooden door.

"......" Gabriel couldn't figure out Lumien's train of thought at all.

Seeing this, Janna hurriedly took off her light-colored shawl and covered her face, revealing only her forehead and eyes.

She suspected that Charles was going to do something next, and in order not to be implicated by him, it was better to disguise herself, at least not to make people remember what she looked like.

Lumian stepped into the crimson moonlit living room and wrapped a bandage around his face, leaving only his eyes and nostrils.

Gabriel didn't understand why Jaynne and Charles were covering their faces, but instinctively found a cloth and covered the lower half of their face.

Lumian, who had been wrapped in a white bandage, looked around, walked straight to the master bedroom, twisted the handle, and pushed the door open.

The crimson moonlight that filled the living room poured in, illuminating the two people lying on the bed.

It was a man and a woman, the man had shaggy black hair, about his early forties, his face was thin, the bridge of his nose was high, and the woman had slightly curly blonde hair, which was also in her twenties, with smooth skin and beautiful contours.

They all seemed to be naked, covered with velvet quilts.

"He's the theater manager?" Lumian didn't control his voice at all.

Gabriel had the feeling that he was dreaming: "Yes, it's him."

Lumian immediately walked over to the bed, and Nathan Lope, the manager of the Revival Theater, heard the movement and faintly woke up.

Before he could open his eyes, Lumian grabbed his shoulders and lifted him up.

Nathan Lopp was awake, his eyes reflecting a head wrapped in white bandages.

It frightened his heart as if it had stopped beating, and he had completely forgotten to shout and question.

In the next second, a revolver was pressed against his head.

As she passed by Jana, Lumian glanced sideways at the large bed behind her and whispered, "Look at the woman."

Jana was confused about the current situation, but that didn't stop her from getting excited.

She quickly crouched down, pulled out her revolver, aimed at the blonde who had just woken up, and said "coldly", "I don't want to hear anything."

The blonde hugged the quilt and shivered on the bed.

Lumien sat Nathan Lope in an easy chair and tied his hands and feet with clothes thrown on the couch and the floor surface.

Gabriel followed blankly, staring blankly, and a thought popped into his head: "Are we here to rob Nathan Lopp, or are we here to show him my script?"

When Jaina had brought the blonde in her nightdress to the living room, Lumian, who had lit the crystal chandelier, took a few steps back, took the revolver, and sat on the couch opposite the easy chair.

As if he had just woken up, Nathan Lopp said urgently, "How much do you want? I give it to you, and I give it all to you. There are a total of 1,100 filkins and a diamond necklace. I will give it to you, as long as you do not hurt me. ”

Lumian, whose face was covered with bandages, turned his head to the side and said to Gabriel, "Yes."

"Read what?" Gabriel replied blankly.

Lumian laughed, "Read your script, Mr. Nathan Lopp is waiting to hear it."

This...... Gabriel was completely dumbfounded.

That's how to get Nathan Lopp to read my script? Is this the way of thinking of a normal person?

Not only did Gabriel have such an idea, but Jaanna couldn't help but move her mouth.

Charles's mental state is really not normal. Wouldn't that really lead to Mr. Playwright being sent to the police station?

Luckily, I covered my face.

With similar rejoicing, Gabriel walked up to Nathan Lopp with trepidation, took out the script, and read it out sentence by sentence, as if he was also forced to helpless.

Nathan Lopp listened in confusion, wondering if he was having an absurd dream: halfway through my sleep, a masked man broke into my home and tied to a chair just to let me listen to the script?

After listening to it for a while, he gradually entered the state with strong professional instinct and became more and more focused.

Waiting for the main dialogue of Act I to end, Nathan Lope interrupts Gabriel: "Who wrote this?"

"Me." Gabriel subconsciously replied.

Nathan Lopp said in a deep voice: "Tomorrow at 10 a.m., bring it to my office and we'll sign the contract."

"Okay, okay." Gabriel was surprised, delighted, and frightened. When you arrive at the Revival Theater tomorrow, will you really not encounter the police?

Lumian laughed, stood up, picked up the revolver, and walked to the door.

Janna and Gabriel followed him, letting the blonde untie Nathan Lopp.

On the way down the stairs, Jane smiled and said to Gabriel: "Mr. playwright, your script is really good, the lines are very infectious, what is its name?"

"It's called "The Man Who Chased the Light." Gabriel didn't understand why an underground singer was so interested in the script, and just instinctively replied.

Janna quickened her pace, chased after Lumian, and said in a suppressed voice, "This is your method? Aren't you afraid that the theater manager is also a believer in evil gods? ”

In her mind now, all theaters may have problems.

As he removed the bandage, Lumian replied expressionlessly, "That's a fight."

I knew it...... Jaina muttered silently.

After recovering the ropes and other items from the doorman, the three of them took a rental carriage and went all the way back to the Golden Rooster Hotel.

When Gabriel thanked him and returned to his room worried and happy, Jaina watched Charles wash up and lay down on the bed, finally breathing a sigh of relief.

She helped close the curtains, carefully closed the wooden door, and left the Golden Rooster Hotel.

In the near-dull darkness, Lumian closed his eyes and remained motionless.