Eight o'clock in the morning.

Two policemen slowly came to the third floor of the Golden Rooster Hotel, one to check the body, suicide note and environment, and the other to question the surrounding tenants. Lumian had simply disguised himself with the "Voyeur Glasses" and was standing at the door of Room 310.

The uniformed, pen-and-paper policeman looked at him, "You're Charles. Dubois? Tell me about it."

Lumian had gone mad when he moved from Flemish, and always claimed that he had met the ghost of Montsourie and that all his family had died, and that it was about to be his turn, until he suddenly regained consciousness last night and had a good drink.

"What's the wound on his shoulder?" The policeman who handled the body in the room interjected.

"Before he regained consciousness last night, he had self-harm, and I helped him bandage the wound." Lumian replied calmly.

After questioning other tenants and the owner of the basement bar, the two police officers preliminarily confirmed that the deceased was a person who had been in a state of mental disorder for a long time, had a motive to commit suicide, and had a corresponding tendency.

When they put Flemish's body in the body bag, they said to Lumien, "We will send him to the catacombs, but there is a more complicated process, which involves really determining the cause of death, asking the clergy to purify, finding someone who can inherit his relics, and communicating with the catacombs keepers, which takes about one to two weeks."

Lumian was silent for a moment and said, "I've had a few drinks with him, remember to tell me when you bury him."

After answering in the affirmative, the two policemen left the Golden Rooster Hotel with Flemish's body and the contents of the room.

Lumian removed his disguise and returned to room 207.

He sat in a chair with his back to the window reflecting the sunlight and faced the somewhat dimly lit hallway, with mixed emotions. Flemish's suicide made him feel like he saw another end for himself.

He helped the other party change the fate of "meeting the ghost of Montsourie", not only to take advantage of that fate, nor did he think about getting any other reward, he just felt that Flemish, who had lost all his relatives, was in a very similar situation to himself, but he had completely collapsed and become a madman, and he was still trying to maintain it, telling himself that there was still hope and that he must remain rational enough.

But in the end, Flemish, who was no longer haunted by the ghost of Montsouris and no longer so frightened that he went crazy, chose to end his life.

In the hallway, Elody, wearing a blonde wig and eyeshadow, and another cleaning lady had already started their busy day, cleaning the floors and dealing with bed bugs.

Lumi watched all this quietly, his gaze seemingly out of focus.

Nearly a quarter of an hour later, the sound of light but rapid footsteps stretched from the top of the staircase to the outside of Room 207.

Jana's figure then caught Lumien's eyes, she was wearing a more modest dress than usual, a slightly tight women's blouse with a light brown blouse and an off-white puffy skirt, black boots that rose above the knees, and still painted with that kind of depraved and seductive makeup.

She glanced at Lumian, entered room 207, and closed the wooden door with her backhand.

Lumian came back to his senses and looked at the guy quietly, not asking her purpose.

Curiosity and excitement on her face, Jana suppressed her voice and said, "Have you heard? The Stinger boss and two leaders were all killed."

"Yes." Lumian nodded.

Janna looked at his expression and deliberately tentatively asked, "You can't do it, right?"

"Do you think I can kill Roger, the black scorpion, Harman the bald, and Castina the bantam candlestick in one go?" Lumien asked rhetorically.

Jaina had already known Charr's approximate strength from Franca, and she also knew that "Black Scorpion" Roger was not weaker than Franca, so she shook her head and said, "No." She then dragged out her tone, "But you can still find help." Take Franca, for example.

"The officials didn't suspect me." Lumian spread his hands, he was actually a little puzzled about this matter.

Normally, as one of the few people who have had a head-on confrontation with the Stinger Gang recently, they will definitely be called in for information after that kind of thing happens, but Lumian waited from last night to this morning, ready to make some disguise, but never waited for the adjustment

Inspectors.

At that moment, another rush of footsteps came from the top of the staircase.

Winter, winter, room 207 was knocked.

Charlie? Lumian looked at the door and said, "Come in, there's no lock."

The visitor was none other than Charlie, dressed in a white shirt, a light waistcoat, and a black suit, with a half-height silk top hat and a dark bow tie around his neck.

This was more decently dressed than when he was a waiter at the White Swan Hotel.

After glancing at Charlie a few times, Lumian smiled, "Yo, where did this civilized man come from?"

Charlie couldn't hide his smile, and said in a warm and passionate tone, "Huh? I am now a truly civilized man, and I am still studying classical grammar, and please allow me to greet you in a civilized manner, Ma'am."

As he spoke, he took off the half-height silk top hat on his head, pressed it to his chest, and bowed slightly.

Jane laughed at once, but didn't hit Charlie, and Lumian "tsk" and said, "Frankly, you're more like a monkey now in the clothes of a civilized person, trying to do the actions of a civilized person."

Charlie was not devastated and was still so happy: "I have only studied for one day, and in another month, you will get to know me again. Oh, this is Charlie. Mr. Corent, he is enjoying a sumptuous dinner worth eight Filkin."

Speaking of this, Charlie glanced at Jane who was standing next to the bed and opened her mouth, as if there was something she wanted to say but it was not good to say it in front of Jane.

Lumian asked nonchalantly, "What's the matter?" Let's just say it."

Charlie lowered his voice, "You know what? Roger the Black Scorpion, Harman the Bald Head, and Castina the Bantam Candlestick were all killed last night."

"Yes, and then?" Lumien was confident that Charlie would not come to him for something that would soon become known to everyone.

Charlie looked at Janna and continued, "What is certain is that the killers belong to a terrorist organization called the Aurora Society, which on the one hand likes to create scenes full of flesh and blood, and on the other hand, they always target those who believe in evil gods. Yes, Roger the Black Scorpion, they believe in an evil god called the Great Mother."

Aurora Will? Lumian was a little stunned when he heard this, where did this scapegoat come from?

Why did the official extraordinary person inexplicably suspect that the organization called the "Aurora Society" was on it?

Shouldn't we first investigate the people who have conflicts with Black Scorpion Roger and the Stinger Gang? That's what detectives all wrote.

"Is it really the group called the Aurora Society?" Jana asked curiously.

Charlie nodded heavily, "Yes, it seems that the Aurora Society has somehow claimed responsibility for this eucalyptus. Tomorrow, there should be an information bulletin in some newspapers."

Charlie's second half of the sentence means that what he just said is something that can be made public and is not limited by the confidentiality clause.

Will Aurora claim responsibility? You didn't do it, what are you responsible for? Lumian was puzzled and amused for a moment. If it weren't for the black scorpion Roger he killed with his own hands, he would have suspected that it was really the "Aurora Society" who did it.

Charlie glanced at him and added in a low voice, "This afternoon, after the election, there will be a cleanup of the gangs in the entire market district in response to the public's doubts about the law and order in the district."

Are you memorizing documents, are you writing like this? Lumian probably understood what Charlie had come to remind him of.

Those with eucalyptus on their backs would do well to leave the market area this afternoon and take shelter for a while.

Lumian bowed his head softly, "I'm going to a occult gathering this afternoon."

The party Mr. K had called was at nine o'clock in the evening, but Lumian planned to go early.

Charlie breathed a sigh of relief and pointed out the door, "I'll go first."

Lumian thought for a moment and said, "You don't need to inform me of such a trivial matter in the future." He then mocked, "Are you looking down on my abilities?"

Charlie sneered, "The first time, the first time was more exciting. In the future, I will not hint at you if it is not really directed at you in the future."

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After seeing him leave, Jaenna sighed, "He has become your eyeliner within the official extraordinary."

"I'd rather he wasn't." Lumian pursed his lips, "An idiot can only do bad things."

Janna let out a "huh" and waved her hand, "I'm going to find Franca, do you want to tell the others about Charlie's revelations?"

Lumien shook his head, "If everyone runs away, the official extraordinary will definitely find out if anyone has leaked the plan of action, and that idiot will definitely not be able to escape."

"Anyway, some people really should go to jail."

Aren't you? Janena sneered and walked out of room 207. Entered the hallway.

At this time, two cleaning ladies had already cleaned the staircase.

Jana's brisk steps passed, her gaze swept over the cleaning lady in the blonde wig named Elody.

Her expression froze suddenly, and she turned around and headed back to room 207, which looked strange to Lumian, who was about to go out.

Elody, who was in her fifties with a blonde wig and eye shadow, also noticed Jana, staring at the back of the actor's apprentice for a few seconds, and shouting, confused and worried, "Celia......"

Jana's body froze.

She spun around slowly, squeezed out a smile, and shouted at Elody, "Mommy."

Mom? Lumien almost doubted his ears.

He then remembered that Elodie had said that she had been a theatre actress and now loved to go to the old pigeon cage to see performances, and that she had a husband who had died in a factory accident a few years ago, leaving behind two children, and who were now almost adults and could help support the family.

Jana, on the other hand, is an apprentice actor in the old pigeon cage, her father died a few years ago, and her mother and brother are still left, and she intends to earn her own tuition and the rest of the expenses for the next year. That's right...... Lumian nodded thoughtfully.

Elodie walked up to Jaina with a broomstick and looked her up and down, "Why are you here?" What kind of makeup are you wearing?"