The guard tilted his head and looked at Lumien with a stunned and confused gaze as the monocle fell and slid down.

His attitude was rather strange, neither angrily fighting back, nor shouting out for other companions to help, as if what had just happened was nothing more than a theatrical performance full of mysteries.

With a smile on his face, Lumian walked past the guard and walked up the stairs without looking back.

The guard's eyes flickered a few times, and then he gave up his hand to stop it.

Although there was a puzzled and thoughtful expression on his face, his eyes changed rapidly, and the corners of his mouth were curled, as if he was expecting something, as if he felt that something good was about to be staged.

When Lumien reached the second floor, the two monocle-clad guards there didn't stop him either, watching the intruder pass by with a strange and expectant smile.

Aren't there any low-order extraordinaires? Lumian muttered in disappointment.

He had been preparing and waiting for a battle to show to the "Alone" bar opposite, but who knows, the rest of these fake Amuns in the "Different" dance hall are ordinary people, and no one has tried to deal with him.

However, it's normal to think about it, Amon is not an existence such as Mr. "Fool" and "Great Mother", who can give gifts to believers on a large scale, and the middle and low rank extraordinary people should have been "parasitized", and it is estimated that they have been cleared in the previous battle between angels that ordinary people could not detect.

The rest of them are most likely unaware that the cabaret has changed and that many of his colleagues have mysteriously disappeared, and that Lumian will become the same kind of person when he waits, or that he will encounter a prank that will scare him crazy.

Since there was no fake Amon to play against him, Lumian had to direct and act himself.

He pulled out the revolver hidden in the pouch under his armpit and pulled the trigger casually towards the rooms on either side of the corridor.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Each bullet hit a glass window accurately, and the sound of shattering came one after another, accompanied by the sound of gunfire, and it was heard far away.

The guards on the second floor were a little surprised and confused when they saw Lumian's performance, wondering if this guy had been repeatedly deceived by a colleague who had a nervous breakdown and became a madman.

Otherwise, how could he be unable to get along with the air and windows?

The guards instinctively raised their right hands and pinched the monocle clipped into their eye sockets, looking more and more expectant, wanting to see how this good show would end.

Go, face the icebergs under the sea and the fear in the dark!

After firing four shots in quick succession, Lumian came to the office that looked the biggest.

He pushed open the hidden door and found a man sitting behind the large wooden table.

The man had a broad forehead, narrow cheeks, dark and slightly curly hair, and light blue eyes that were not in focus.

Similarly, he wears a crystal-like monocle in his right eye and a loose and comfortable black robe.

"Timmons?" Lumian walked in and asked with a slight frown.

The man suddenly came back to his senses, and replied in a sense of frustration as if he had lost something important:

"I'm Timmons."

"You're not dead yet?" Lumian asked, surprised and amused.

In his cognition, other people in the "different" cabaret will be in the superposition of "is Amon" and "not Amon", but the boss here Timmons must be the kind that is deeply "parasitized", and such people will definitely be completely cleaned up and lose their lives in the previous angel-level battle.

Now, it seems, that doesn't seem to be the case.

Timmons glanced at Lumian, keeping in mind the frustration and emptiness of a lost soul:

"There are a lot of people who want me to die, but they don't seem to have the ability to curse.

"Maybe I'm dead, and now I'm just a body."

"It doesn't matter, the important thing is that you have to return my client 110,000 filkins, principal plus interest." With his left hand, Lumian took out the contract from his satchel and gave him the contract by bankrupt businessman Fitz.

He waited eagerly, waiting for Timmons to refuse his request and choose to attack himself.

Timmons got rid of some of his frustration, raised his hand to support his forehead, and smiled:

"There are cash and trinkets in the safe, you can take it yourself, the password is 010103."

"I thought you'd resist a bit." Lumian sighed in disappointment.

Timmons looked at the revolver in his hand and said:

"I'm just a fraudster, not a miser, you can cheat again when the money is gone, and if you die, you have nothing.

"Moreover, I have lost the most important thing today, and 110,000 Feldin is nothing compared to it."

What does it mean that you can cheat again when the money is gone? Haven't you ever thought about getting rich legally? Lumian pursed his lips and walked sideways to the mechanical safe that was in the office.

Three, two, one...... As he approached the safe, he counted down the time, waiting for Timmons to attack him from behind.

However, the owner of the "different" dance hall did nothing, not even shouting for help, trying to call the police.

Lumian crouched down in front of the iron-gray mechanical safe, twisted the knob again and again, and heard a clicking sound according to the code given by Timmons.

He glanced at the bills and bars, which clearly exceeded 100,000 filkins, opened his satchel, and swept them all in.

With that, Lumien lifted his revolver, slammed the window of the office, and climbed up.

The corners of Timmons' mouth curled up again, bringing the playful smile that everyone here possessed.

Just then, Lumian suddenly turned around and pulled the trigger on him.

Bang!

A yellow bullet grazed Timmons' hair and hit the cabinet next to him, burrowing in.

Timmons, wearing a monocle, shrank suddenly, his smile gone, his eyes uncertain.

He even smelled a burning smell coming from the top of his head.

Lumian laughed, waved his hand and said:

"Surprise?"

After asking, he jumped off the windowsill and landed in the alley behind the "different" dance hall.

Timmons' expression gradually converged, confused and dazed.

In the "Different" song and dance, those who wear monocles in their right eyes and short suits on their bodies, although they are doing different things, are all eagerly waiting for the intruder to wear monocles and go downstairs and officially join the big family.

In the intervening gunshots, they never waited for the picture they hoped to see

On the old street, near the Purgatory Square, there is a bell tower belonging to the church of the "Eternal Sun", next to which is a new ten-storey building.

Dressed as the usual female mercenary, Franca stood on the edge of the rooftop with a brass-colored telescopic telescope, looking out at the "alone" bar from afar.

In the faint sound of gunfire, the bartender Lia in a white shirt and black bow tie with a dark over-the-knee skirt appeared in the doorway, looking diagonally across the street from the "different" cabaret.

It wasn't long before Franka noticed a gray rat crawling out of Leah's feet, across the street, and disappearing into the wall of the ancient building.

After another two or three minutes, a man and a woman left the "Alone" bar, forced their way through the guards, and entered the "Different" dance hall.

Franka used the binoculars to carefully examine the two men for a while, and found that when they "communicated" with the guards, their expressions were vivid, their limbs were flexible, and there was no abnormality, but when crossing the street and after crossing the guards, their expressions were quite dull, and their demeanor and movements revealed a little stiffness.

"Secret puppet?" Franka made a guess.

As for where the "secret puppet master" who created and manipulated the puppet was, she couldn't see it at all, and could only roughly judge that the effective range of this ability was tens of meters, or even more.

At the same time, she couldn't help but complain a few words:

"When there is an audience, it is a 'real person', and when there is no audience, it is too lazy to maintain facial expressions and character details?

That's too disrespectful, isn't it?

"Or is it specifically to scare the peepers around, and the citizens who happen to pass by and occasionally glance at them?"

Franka waited patiently until Lumian had changed back to her original form, changed her clothes, done her anti-stalking, and came here to meet her, but she didn't find any of the "secret puppet masters".

Back and forth, except for Leah, they are all puppets!

"It's too, too cautious and careful, isn't it? I can't find anything, I can only confirm that there is really a 'secret puppet master' here, probably more than one. Franka grumbled to Lumian.

Just listening to her description, Lumian felt a feeling of swelling in his head when he faced Amon.

The reason why they became "neighbors" is that they are all good at hiding their essences, and they are weird and hard to find?

"Can't use the 'Magic Mirror Divination' to get clues?" Lumien thought for a moment.

Franka shook her head:

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"This is the 'soothsayer' way, and unless I can get my hands on one of the puppets directly, I can't find out their true nature."

Lumian was silent, glanced at the "different" cabaret that had returned to calm, and said:

"Let's go back, gather clues from 'I have a friend', 'Hisoka', and 'Bard' at the next meeting, they shouldn't be as hard to find as 'Loki', and we can still pretend to be tricked and see if we can fish them out."

When the time comes, the "Hidden Blade" can't come forward, and the "Muggle" has to go on his own, because Franka has already bought a copy of "Loki's" information and is one of the suspects in tracking him down.

"Okay." This is the only way for Franca.

The two quickly left the high-rise apartment and hired a four-wheeled, four-seater rental carriage.

When the carriage came to the junction of the observatory and the memorial parish, Franka turned her head and glanced at Lumian:

"Don't do an anti-tracking again?"

"Isn't it okay to have you anti-divination?" Lumian replied with a smile, "Besides, I've done anti-stalking a few times since I left the 'Different' cabaret. ”

Franka stared at him for two seconds, then sighed helplessly, "Okay."

......

Market District, Market Boulevard.

Carrying a satchel with a large amount of money and gold on his back, Lumien waved goodbye to Franka and headed for Randy Street, while Franka returned to White Coat Street.

The streets were as noisy and congested as ever, and Lumien passed through vendors and pedestrians to the Golden Rooster Hotel.

Suddenly, he felt that his body had become uncoordinated, and it was as if a lot of glue had been poured into his joints.