"Okay."

Lumian nodded to his manager, René.

After a dinner of roasted lamb chops in tin foil, scrambled eggs, pigeon with onions and marmalade tart, Lumien wiped his mouth with a napkin, got up, and walked to the café, one of the balconies, and looked out over into the evening market avenue.

The gas lamps, with a slightly misty yellowish glow, illuminated the road for carriages and pedestrians.

At this time, people walked into the breeze dance hall one after another to join the ranks of the carnival.

Frankly, Lumian prefers to drink in the basement bar of the Golden Rooster Hotel than here, which makes him more relaxed and pleasant.

In his opinion, the guests of the Breeze Ballroom are too indulgent, either ignoring the situation of the family or not thinking about their own future, and only want to indulge in alcohol, beauty, dancing and yelling, while most of the regulars of the basement bar are tenants of the Golden Rooster Hotel, who often have to come back at nine or ten o'clock and have to go to bed before 1 o'clock in the morning, they go to drink, sing, brag, and dance, mainly to seize the short two or three hours to give themselves a little pleasure.

Only in this way will they have the courage to face the heavy lifting of the next day and look forward to the new day.

It's like a kerosene lamp that has to be refueled regularly to continue to glow.

Lumian looked down at Market Avenue for a few minutes, and suddenly saw a familiar figure.

Charlie, wearing a white shirt and blue vest with a dress jacket in the crook of his arm, was scuffling with someone on the street.

"It's out of breath...... Lumian smiled, and sighed with a word that has only become popular in recent years.

He pressed his right hand on the balcony, jumped lightly, jumped from the second floor to the edge of Market Boulevard, and rushed to the scene of the fight between Charlie and the man in a few steps.

He didn't stop it, he didn't help Charlie, and he watched the excitement with great interest.

Scuffling with Charlie was a thin, dark-skinned man, not very old, only twenty-four or five years old.

He has deep-set eyes, dark eyes, thick lips, slightly curly black hair, and is of typical Misty Sea Islander ancestry, but he is fairly good-looking compared to his compatriots.

"Liar! You damn liar! Charlie scuffled and cursed.

The archipelago, dressed in a blue shirt and with a pen pinned to his breast pocket, dodged and explained, "I don't want that to happen either, I've been deceived!" "Shit!" Charlie kicked and missed.

The two scuffled in an amateurish manner until they were out of breath, slowing down their movements almost at the same time and stopping.

It was only then that Charlie spotted Lumian standing next to him, looking at it with a smile on his face. "Charles, he's Monnet! That liar! The liar who lied to me by 10 Felkin almost starved me to death! Charlie's face was happy, and he couldn't wait to explain the identity of the archipelago on the other side, "Praise the sun, let me meet him today!"

The archipelago that Charlie thought was damned? Lumian laughed: "You are also at fault in this matter, don't you remember that sentence?" Never trust the archipelagos. ”

"I thought I was friends with him." Charlie grunted in frustration.

How did you manage to be so simple and deceitful? You're pretty good at pranks, aren't you...... It's easy for someone like you to be tricked into bed by someone with bad intentions, and you can't get the affection or money you want, uh, you've been cheated...... Lumian sneered and turned his gaze to the archipelago man named Monit.

Monette smiled flatteringly: "I really wanted to help Charlie find a job, but I was also cheated out and lost all my money.

"I was embarrassed to face Charlie, so I secretly moved away from the Golden Rooster Hotel."

He explained, while taking out the stack of bills from his trouser pocket, counting three 5 Filgin denominations, and handing them to Charlie: "I went back to the market area this time to find you, and return your money to you, as well as interest."

After Charlie confirmed the authenticity of the three banknotes by the light of the street lamp, his emotions eased and the fox asked, "You will also be deceived?" ”

From the time he met Monette to the time he moved away, Charlie had only seen this guy deceive other people, and he had never seen him suffer a loss, worthy of his identity as an archipelago.

Monit sneered, "Not only was I deceived, but I was deceived twice." "The first time, I met a group of people who said that the 'different' dance hall in the observatory area wanted to expand its operation, and took out a part of the equity and let people subscribe for it, and it only cost 200 feldin for each small share.

"How profitable the dance hall is, you should all know it, I couldn't help it, I spent all my savings, but the stock subscription certificate I got turned out to be fake!

"I went to the gang and theorized, and I was tricked a second time."

"Different" cabaret ...... Lumien's eyelids jumped.

Fitz, a bankrupt businessman who lives in room 401 of the Golden Rooster Hotel, was deceived by Timmons, the owner of the "different" dance hall, of 100,000 Filkin, and wanted to find Lumian to help him get back, but Lumian investigated on the spot and asked a few people, and felt that the rules of the dance hall were very strange, and he had strong enough connections, and he seemed to have good strength, so he gave up the commission.

Now he meets yet another victim of a "different" cabaret.

"You've been deceived by them once, why can you be deceived a second time?" Charlie didn't think he would be so stupid.

Monette coughed lightly twice: they told me directly that they were a group of liars and it was impossible to return the money to me, and they also said that it was useless to call the police, and asked me if I would like to learn deception from them on the premise that I was talented, and then earn back the money I was cheated of.

"As a result, they taught me everything I knew, but they gave me one extra thing." "What's that?" Charlie has always been curious.

The next second, Monette pulled out a clear monocle from his trouser pocket on the other side.

Then, naturally, he sandwiched it inside the socket of his right eye.

For some reason, after Monette put on the monocle, Lumian felt some indescribable subtle changes in his whole person, just like an "actor" playing another role.

The corners of Monette's mouth with a monocle on her right eye curled slightly, first at Charlie, then at Lumian, her gaze falling from his face to his chest and to his hands.

Lumian was inexplicably nervous, but he didn't have a sense of danger. Monette smiled and said, "You're the Charles who invented that fool's instrument?" ”

"Yes." Lumian didn't deny it, and quietly raised his vigilance. Monette pinched the monocle in his right eye: "Very good at pranks." "Do you want this monocle? It's of little use to me, so you might as well exchange it for cash, and you can use it to disguise yourself as someone in a 'different' cabaret and go there to make more money.

Do you think I'm like a fool? Lumien did not hesitate to reject Monit's offer: "I don't have a hobby of wearing monocles.

He has always been puzzled by the strange rules of the "different" dance hall, and has the most basic wariness.

Monette withdrew her gaze with a little regret, took off her monocle, and said to Charlie: "I have given you the money and interest, if you have anything in the future, go to the "different" song and dance hall to find me." Charlie let out a disdainful "huh".

He still suspected that Monit had the mentality of trying to cheat him out of money in the first place.

When the archipelagist left Market Avenue, Lumian glanced sideways at Charlie: "Remember to keep your distance from that guy just now, otherwise he will probably bring you something like Susanna." What happened to Matisse. ”

The second half of this sentence is to deceive Charlie, mainly to scare him, lest he not take the advice to heart.

Charlie was instantly frightened, and didn't care to ask why, so he nodded hurriedly and said, "Okay, good!"

At midnight, Lumian and Jana, dressed in a red dress with sequins, left the Breeze Ballroom and walked towards Coatcoats Street.

Janna didn't ask him why he stopped by, and after being silent for a while, she said: Have you ever felt that nothing mattered, and the whole person was very confused and unmotivated?

"There must be." Lumien looked down the street ahead and replied casually, "It's going to take you back to meaning in life and figure out what you really want to do."

Janna was silent again, and after a moment asked, "Have you ever had that experience?" Something illusory in his body shattered at once, and a mysterious starry sky seemed to appear around him, with stars of all sizes glowing. ”

"Nope." Lumian thought for a few seconds.

He had the feeling of the illusory suddenly shattering, every time the potion was completely digested, but he didn't know anything about the mysterious starry sky, what stars big and small.

Janna didn't say anything more, wondering if she was thinking about what this phenomenon meant, or if she was thinking about something else.

Not long after, the two came to Apartment 601, No. 3 White Coat Street. Franka had returned, watching warily as the two entered side by side.

Without waiting for her to ask, Jaina brought up the matter of "the unreal thing is shattered, and the mysterious starry sky is revealed".

Franka was stunned for a moment, then said happily, "Your 'Assassin' potion has been digested!"

"In public, under the protection of many people, assassinating a member of Congress can indeed help you digest the potion well."

"Is this a manifestation of potion digestion?" Lumian did not hide his astonishment and doubt: why do I only have the first half and not the second half?

Franka looked at him suspiciously, "You haven't experienced it?" How did you get promoted? ”

The seal on my body seals not only Termipolos, but also some of my occult perceptions? Also, the seal is on my body, and it is impossible that there will be no effect at all, and Lumian probably had a guess, and said casually: "It's not so obvious."

Franca, who cares more about her female companion, did not object, and asked Jaanna curiously: "You should have summed up the rules for playing the role, right?" ”

"Play the rules?" Jaanna recalled, "After the assassination, I understood a lot of truths, well, assassination is a matter of putting one's life on the balance, assassination is the final punishment, it is a disaster for those criminals.

After exchanging the "coping method" and coping rules with Jana for a while, Franka remembered that Lumian was there.

"Do you have, anything?" She looked at her male companion who had sat down on the couch. Lumian glanced at Jana, meaning that she needed to communicate privately.

Jaina instantly realized, excused herself to change her clothes, and entered the guest bedroom. Lumian then suppressed his voice and said to Franka: What kind of person do you think 'Hela' is?