Hearing Lumian's question, Anthony's face was already blessed, and his skin was slightly shiny. Red stared at him with dark brown eyes for a few seconds and said, "I don't understand what you mean."

The intelligence dealer was in a steady mood with a normal expression, and he really didn't seem to care about Yu Ge. Death of Artois.

Lumian smiled, didn't make any further inquiry, and pointed downstairs and said, "I'll treat you to a drink."

"You've done me a favor before, we've fought together, so I'll see you off with a drink."

Anthony. Red touched the receding pale yellow hairline with his right hand, which was not carrying the suitcase, and thought for a moment and said, "Okay."

The two of them walked up the stairs with only one gas lamp into the basement bar and sat down at the bar.

"What do you want to drink?" Lumian said in a tone of ease back to his home. “

"Fennel vermouth." Anthony. Rhett replied succinctly.

"Absinthe......" Lumian laughed, took out a silver coin of 1 filgold and four copper coins of 5 kope, and threw them to Pavard, the barkeeper with a ponytail. Nissen, "Two 'somersaults'. ”

"Somershal" is a black word in the bar, referring to a double fennel vermouth and a "little mummy".

The latter requires 7 Ricks, the former is 12 Ricks.

Pavard. Neeson flipped over the normal cup and gave it to Lumian and Anthony. Rhett poured in a dreamy green liquid.

As soon as Lumian took a sip, feeling the familiar bitterness and refreshment, he saw Pavard with a dark brown beard next to his mouth. Neeson suppressed his voice slightly flatteringly, "Charles, do you have that medicine?"

The barkeeper and amateur painter believes that Charles "The Lion", as a well-known gang leader, must have two or three channels to get access to illegal drugs.

"What medicine?" Lumian asked with his thumb rubbing his glass and smiling constantly.

Pavard. Neeson knows Anthony. Red is an intelligence dealer who is often exposed to all kinds of illegal incidents, so he did not avoid him, and explained in a low voice:

"Psychiatric illegal drugs, hey, when I was affected by the strange tree before, I drew the draft that I was most satisfied with, no, it was not only the most satisfying, but it was also the aesthetic level that I had been pursuing but never reached, perfectly expressing my thoughts and concepts, and after that, I never had that feeling again, all I drew was, it was all shit! I thought, try psychotropic drugs, hopefully I can get back that experience. ”

Lumian took another sip of the disorienting absinthe and said with a sarcastic smile: "If I were you, you would choose never to paint again, you have no talent for painting at all."

Not equal to Pavard. Neeson responded, he smiled "hehe" and said: "Relying on drug stimulation to draw okay works proves that you have no talent!"

"But many famous painters have used ......," Pavard. Before Neeson could finish his sentence, he was forcibly interrupted by Lumian.

He sighed and said, "That means that their creative ability has begun to decline, and they are no longer full of inspiration."

"Isn't that cheating? The works that were stimulated with drugs were compared to the works normally painted by other painters, and they barely won the prize, were selected for exhibitions, hung in the exhibition halls, and loudly proclaimed to every visitor, 'Look, I am a despicable person, I am a person with low self-esteem, medicine is my talent, and the devil is my parents'. ”

See Pavard. Neeson's face gradually turned gray, and Lumian opened his arms slightly and asked further, "Will you be proud of this?"

"If you were talented, you would not be an amateur painter for a long time, and even if you can't pass the jury and can't be selected for an exhibition of works by living artists, you should have a private gallery to find you, and you know better than me what the reality is."

Speaking of which, Lumian smiled:

"You can't succeed with medicine, you can use it, everyone will use it, this is not a technical thing, and when everyone uses it, it is not the original talent and level?" 189 Pavard. Neeson's lips twitched for a moment, unable to speak.

With a gloomy expression, he took two steps back and sat down, his soul as if detached from his body.

Anthony. Red had been quietly drinking fennel absinthe before he looked sideways at Lumian: "You don't approve of the use of prohibited psychotropic drugs."

"Or else?" Lumian scoffed.

Anthony. Red looked at Pavard, who was struggling with himself. Neeson, thoughtfully, said, "You seem to have convinced him."

"I just ignited the shame in him." Lumian replied in a flat tone.

Anthony. Red nodded slightly: "What if you can't convince you?"

Lumian suddenly smiled: "I'm not his godfather."

If you don't convince, you can't convince.

Anthony. Red was silent for a few seconds, then looked at Lumian again: "The way you dissuade is a little different from your usual style, is this playing?"

It's very keen, and it's very observant...... It is worthy of being an extraordinary person in the middle sequence of the "audience" approach...... If I can ignite the flame in the heart of an "audience", it should be of great help to my digestion...... Lumian sighed a few words in his heart, held the wine glass of rippling green liquid, looked ahead, and said:

"I picked up some flyers that said that during the war with the Kingdom of Rune a few years ago, Hug. Artois abandoned his troops and left a large number of people dead. ”

Anthony. Red didn't speak, quietly sipping fennel vermouth.

Lumian looked at the bar where no one else was there, and continued, "I remember you had battlefield traumatic after-effects from that war a few years ago."

Gollum, Anthony. Red took a large sip of the green liquor.

Lumian didn't mention the fact that there were campaign posters for the congressman in the intelligence peddler's room, and looked at Pavard who had lost his soul. Neeson, talking to himself:

"If only I hated Yuge. Artois, having heard that he had been assassinated, should have been very happy and drunk in the bar.

"If you want to figure it out. Why did Artois do that, and to find out why he was still able to enter politics after doing that, to run for Congress, and to find out who was supporting him, then we had to find other clues to let the deceased rest in peace.

"In this matter, the official extraordinary people should be doing the investigation, but they have too many restraints, and they are not as careless as the wild extraordinary people."

Anthony. Red kept his seat and took another sip of fennel vermouth.

Lumian chuckled:

"It's really troublesome, there are too many obstacles and dangers, and giving up is an idea that everybody will have, anyway. Artois is dead, and the killer who caused the tragedy is dead, and the deceased should be able to find some comfort. ”

Anthony. Red stopped drinking, and there was no change in expression on the face of the middle-aged Fa Fu.

Lumian glanced sideways at him, lowered his voice, and said with a smile:

"People with serious mental illness should not be able to continue to be promoted in the 'audience' pathway, and even if they are not promoted, they may suddenly get out of control and become monsters due to the corresponding stimulation, in this increasingly dangerous world, for the extraordinary people with obvious defects and serious problems, a stable life is just a luxury."

Speaking of this, Lumian retracted the expression on his face and looked at Anthony. Rhett's side face asked in a deep voice, "

"Do you want to leave with regret and unwillingness, wait in pain to become a monster, and dare not face your former comrades-in-arms, or risk your life to continue to track down and be your own hero?"

Didn't go see Anthony. Rhett's reaction, Lumian jumped off the barstool, picked up the glass of fennel vermouth, and drank the rest of the wine in one gulp.

Then he came together to Anthony. In Rhett's ear, he whispered, "Huge. Artois's death, I have a certain contribution.

"We're still looking after him."

See Anthony. After a slight shudder, Lumian straightened up and left the basement bar without looking back.

He made it all the way back to room 207, didn't close the door, and lit the carbide lamp.

He quickly reversed his chair and sat down, looking at the dark hallway with a relaxed posture.

Lumien waited unusually quietly, like the one he was sure to wait for to see.

As the minutes ticked by, the couple began to quarrel again, and drunks gradually appeared on the street.

Footsteps sounded not too heavy, approaching Room 207 with obvious hesitation.

The corners of Lumien's mouth gradually curled, and he leaned back in his chair and looked at the door.

Not long after, Anthony was wearing an army green shirt and trousers of the same color, stepping on untied leather boots, and his hair was very short and only a thin layer. Red showed up there.

He stood in the area where the carbide lamp radiated, looking at Lumian sitting at the wooden table with a smile, and the muscles of his face were slightly distorted.

He said in a deep voice, "I know you're stimulating me, I know you're here to play, but, but you're right......"

Anthony, who is already middle-aged. Red raised his right hand, pressed his left chest, and said with a hideous expression:

"For the past few years, my soul has been burned by the flames of pain and unwillingness."

Lumian laughed, closed his eyes, and sensed the "arsonist" potion digest a little more.

He then stood up and said to Anthony. "Facts are the most powerful weapon of persuasion," Reid said.

Anthony. After Red said what he just said, the whole person seemed to relax, and there was no longer any inner struggle and conflict.

He walked into room 207, closed the wooden door, and surveyed his surroundings and said:

"Huge. Artois was really killed by you? Where are you on the trail now?"

"Assassinating Gange, Cheria Bello of Artois is my friend, the first to discover Yuge, Artois is supported by many cults of evil gods." Lumian replied briefly, and then said sincerely, "I'm sorry, I lied to you about something I just said. ”

Anthony. Red was stunned for a moment: "Which one?"

Lumian smiled, "We haven't actually started tracking down Hug yet. The people and forces behind Artois. ”