After briefly mentioning his reasons for choosing his current seat, Buller glanced up at Lumien and laughed self-deprecatingly:

"I didn't expect you to shoot directly."

Lumian touched the revolver placed on his right hand side and smiled slightly:

"It seems that the people you have met before are good citizens who obey the law."

Buhler, who had been beaten several times before developing his current habit, subconsciously wanted to refute it, but after comparing the previous performances with the current one, he felt that what the other party said was very reasonable.

Thanks to the protection of the law, he, a columnist for Grimace magazine, has survived until now!

"Aren't you afraid of the police?" Buller glanced sideways at the waiter who didn't dare to come over with the menu and drink, "It's not a trivial matter to shoot in a place like this, someone should have gone to the police." ”

Lumian smiled, "So, we have to hurry."

As he spoke, he picked up his pistol, pushed out the wheel, and filled a yellow bullet into the void in front of Buhler.

"I want to know which courtesans have left City Wall Street and left this flower world in the last two months." Lumien asked unhurriedly.

Bühler instinctively shook his head:

"They can't be considered real courtesans, those ladies have their own luxurious residences and fixed lovers with status, they are in and out of high society, and their words alone can influence a certain industry or certain policies, and they can only be regarded as courtesan reserves."

"I just want to know who fits my description." Lumian doesn't care at all about the specific definition of "courtesan".

Bühler glanced at the revolver in his hand and recalled:

"Of the four, little Joanna married a rune merchant and went to Beckland, 'White Vase' Sophie became Councillor Baptiste's lover and began to attend some high-society dinners and salons, hoping to become a real courtesan, 'Dew Rose' Mary, who was mentally ill and ruined her face with scissors one morning and was sent to an insane asylum, and 'Condiment Beauty' Paulina suddenly disappeared from the City Wall Street, as if taken by someone of status."

As Buller spoke, he saw the handsome villain in front of him who shot without saying a word, take out a sticky note paper and an absorbent pen, and start taking notes.

He swallowed his saliva and continued:

"I met Paulina some time ago on Rue Vincent, and she was doing really well, with a carriage, a maid, a manservant, and a housekeeper.

"Unfortunately, I had something else going on at the time and didn't figure out where she actually lived."

Vincent Street ...... Lumian remembers that it was one of the five streets that Franca divined, and the farthest from City Wall Street was a fairly quiet, upscale neighborhood.

Based on Buhler's description, he initially suspected that Pauline had become Guillaume. Bene's lover.

It is certainly safer for a wanted criminal to keep a quasi-courtesan directly than to go to the city walls frequently. Bennet himself belongs to people with brains and abilities, and at present, he is only eager to intermate, and he is more likely to starve, but he has not become a fool, and he can't control himself at all, so he will inevitably choose a less risky solution.

At this moment, the sound of hurried footsteps came from outside the café, and three policemen were quickly approaching the door.

Lumian unhurriedly put on his dark blue cap, put away the sticky notes and absorbent pen, counted out the 50 Felkin bills, and placed them in front of Buller.

After doing this, he grabbed his revolver, got up, walked to the back door of the café next to him, and walked away.

Bang!

The police pushed open the door of the "Hope Café".

Rue Vincent, with its villa-like houses standing on both sides, has a wide and clean road with few pedestrians and the occasional horse-drawn carriage passing by.

When Lumian turned here, he felt like he had nowhere to start.

You can't just go from house to house and search room by room, right?

And even if he did, he wasn't the right person to do it, and it was obviously more appropriate to give it to Franca, but it was very dangerous.

After thinking for a few dozen seconds, Lumian smiled, walked towards one of the houses, and rang the doorbell directly.

Opening the dark brown door was a young manservant, who had no Southern Continent ancestry, looked at Lumian with a puzzled face, and asked in a pure Trier tone, "Sir, is there anything wrong with you?"

Lumian smiled and said, "I would like to ask which lady is the prettiest on this street."

"......" The manservant was dumbfounded, it was the first time he had met someone who inquired about such news.

No, it's not the first time I've encountered it, everyone discusses it in private, and when you brag in the bar, occasionally some people are curious about this kind of thing, but how can you knock on a stranger's door directly to ask when the sun is blazing?

What exactly is this man trying to do?

Before the manservant could react, Lumian had already taken out a 10 filgin bill and handed it over with a smile.

The manservant's eyelids jumped, and he hesitated for a few seconds, but finally chose to accept it.

He suspected that the young man opposite him was the kind of fake "Dandyist" who specialized in defrauding wealthy ladies of their bodies and possessions, and that his appearance and behavior matched the description in the newspapers.

But if the target is not his wife and miss, why refuse a payment?

When the other person gets what he wants, a certain lady also gets happy!

The manservant glanced left and right, and said in a suppressed voice:

"The lady who lives at number 50 is very beautiful, a true Trier, and she is married to a provincial from the south, and her accent is ......."

The manservant shook his head indignantly and disdainfully as he spoke, as if he had been unhappy about it for a long time.

The smile on Lumien's face became even more pronounced.

Sure enough, the parish priest, who has the negative effect of the "urge to show off", had a hard time not showing off to his neighbors after getting a beautiful Trier courtesan.

He may not hold a dinner dance to announce it, and he is unlikely to bring his lover directly to his door, but he will definitely somehow, from time to time, appear in the eyes of his neighbors, let them know that a provincial can also have a beautiful courtesan as a mistress.

At such times, Guillaume. Bennet himself must have to disguise himself enough, but it is unlikely that his mistress will hide her beauty, and even make her dress up carefully in order to show off her impressive demeanor.

Of course, Lumian could not yet be sure that the lady was Paulina, the mistress of the parish priest, but the fact that he had obtained the expected feedback little by little in the way of careful verification of bold assumptions made him feel that he was far from Guillaume. Bennet is getting closer.

Outside the gate at 50 Rue Vincent, Lumian looked inside as a passerby.

It was an off-white, three-story building, with a green lawn and colorful garden behind it, where a gardener was pruning, revealing his silhouette.

Lumian quickly retracted his gaze and looked over the building's pilasters with a blank face.

He was worried that the prolonged gaze would arouse suspicion among some.

He wasn't worried about whether the parish priest would recognize him in secret, because before he set out, he had changed his appearance using the "Nisser Face" part, and told his companions about his companions under the pretense of makeup.

The gold and black and handsome looks can be Lumian or someone else, as long as Guillaume . Bennet did not have the ability to see through the illusion and use it actively, so it was impossible to find out that the pursuers had arrived in the area.

Lumian's current plan is to leave Vincent Street directly, replace Jana or Franca, hide in the shadows of the house opposite No. 50, and patiently monitor until the target can be suspected.

The reason why he did not come back disguised as a homeless man was because there were almost no homeless people on the street, and the occasional one or two would be quickly taken away by the servants.

Almost before leaving the beige building, Lumian naturally glanced sideways again, and saw a male figure behind the living room window.

The figure is not tall, less than 1.7 meters, wearing a dark shirt and black trousers at home, with a relatively strong physique, a slightly hooked nose, and black hair that is neither short nor long.

In an instant, Lumien's pupils dilated dramatically, and they quickly returned to normal.

The corners of his mouth curled slightly, and an invisible flame seemed to be ignited in his eyes.

Although the man was well disguised, even if he burned to ashes, Lumian would recognize him!

He was the parish priest Guillaume of the village of Cordu. Bene!

Lumian struggled to retract his gaze and continued on his way.

At the same time, his mind raced and he began to think about which course of action to choose next.

It wasn't long before he reached the end of Rue Vincent.

, twittering, "We've found the target!"

Found your target? So who am I seeing? Another parish priest? Lumian was startled and suspicious, a little stunned for a moment.

Which side is the real Guillaume. Bene? Did they make a mistake in their own judgment, or were the "Predators" and the "Mouse" Christos gang deceived?

A quarter of an hour ago, on the street of the city walls, the brothel "dill".

Albus was in the attached bar on the first floor, drinking Lielanzi, while observing what the waiters, handymen, and maître d'art were responsible for in the brothel.

In this process, he will casually look at the customers who come and go, but nothing is gained, because those who want to hide their identities are calmly wearing all kinds of masks, and those who don't want to hide their identities are almost impossible to be his goals.

After getting a general idea of the workings of the "dill" brothel, Albus took advantage of the opportunity to go to the bathroom and turned into the road leading to the kitchen, where a waiter with a few sticky notes arrived. “

The waiter is in charge of summarizing the needs of each room and placing an order with the kitchen.

Albus, with dark red hair, took the initiative to meet him, and took out a handful of golden coins and a stack of thick banknotes directly from his coat pocket.

The waiter suddenly showed a puzzled and curious expression.

Albus smiled and said:

"I'm here looking for a bastard, I don't know what he's disguised into, but he's about the same height as you, and likes to find the most famous girls, and likes to find food to fill his stomach immediately after exercise.

"If you can give me the information, it's all yours."