Chapter 161 "Report" Charlie was stunned because he remembered that Charles had just reminded him in the morning that he might encounter some bad things recently. In the afternoon, he lost the job opportunity he was looking forward to and wasted several Felgins on treating people to drinks. This made him, who was already short of money, even more stressed. Looking at Charles' smiling expression, Charlie lowered his voice unconsciously: "Can you tell fortunes?" The divination seems to be quite accurate! "Didn't I tell you? I was just guessing." Lumian lied without any hesitation. Of course, this is not entirely false, it’s just that he made a guess based on the fortune he sensed, just like knowing the correct answer when doing a problem and then making up the process. Charlie looked unconvinced, but he did not question it. He asked expectantly: "Is my bad luck gone now?" Lumian tilted his head and focused, his eyes becoming a little deeper.
His expression gradually became more and more solemn. Seeing Charles' reaction, Charlie's heart suddenly started beating wildly, and his mouth became dry with nervousness: "What, what's wrong?" Lumian pursed his lips and said: "You're going to have a disaster soon." Charlie's expression suddenly fell, his face turned pale and blue, no longer as rosy as before. Lumian laughed. "Just kidding. You won't have any good luck recently, but you won't be too unlucky either." This shows that even if Susanna Mathis's problem has not been completely resolved, it will not erupt in the short term. Charlie couldn't believe Lumian's words: "Really?" "It's fake! You can believe it if you want to, and I have no problem with it if you don't want to." Lumian ordered a glass of wormwood wine and smiled nonchalantly. His attitude made Charlie feel relieved. He sat down on the high stool next to him, drank a sip of rye beer and said: "I thought it was that the matter was not really over yet." It's not impossible...Lumian didn't try to scare Charlie again. Charlie looked at the bar in front of him and said: "You know what? At that moment, I wanted to be a lowly handyman and move out of the market area." Lumian glanced at him. "If something really happens, you won't be able to escape no matter where you move to." Charlie's face suddenly showed an expression of bitterness that was difficult to conceal. Lumian then added: "You might as well go to the nearest 'Eternal Sun' church and pray more. "By the way, I had dinner with the landlord, Mr. Efe, today. When we talked about Room 504, he acted a little strange. It seemed like he knew the whereabouts of the tenant before you, but he refused to tell us." It took Charlie a few seconds to realize what Ciel was referring to. He lowered his voice again: "Is it the portrait of that woman?"
Lumian nodded slowly but surely. Charlie was silent for a while, and muttered to himself: "That woman's matter has something to do with Mr. Efe? Did he know that there was something wrong with the portrait? "I, I have to tell this to those people. I will go to the nearest church at dawn and tell the priest..." Yes, after a few days of my teaching, he is much smarter than Louis from the Savoy Party and can understand my hints at once... Lumian picked up the wine glass with satisfaction and drank a sip of the green liquid with excellent visual effect. He had no idea about the specific situation of the Old Pigeon Cage Theatre, and had no idea how serious the problem was. If he wanted to investigate on his own, he would not be able to collect enough useful information in less than a week or two. Moreover, even if he did collect the information, he might not have the ability to deal with it. Therefore, it would be better for him to find a way to alert the authorities from the beginning and let them follow up. After Charlie made up his mind, he glanced at Pavard Nissen who was mixing drinks. Seeing that he was not paying attention to him, he asked Lumian in a low voice: "If they ask me where I got the news, what should I say?" “Just say what you heard while chatting with me,” Lumian said frankly. Thanks to Charlie's previous "propaganda", the police in the Honest Market District should all know that the "Golden Rooster Hotel" has become the territory of Charles of the Savoy Party, so it is inevitable that Charles and the landlord Mr. Ev will meet for dinner and chat. By then, the official Beyonders would be able to find out that this was a very normal thing by just asking around, and would not need to suspect Lumian. "Okay." Charlie was obviously more relaxed. Lumian took another sip of the Green Fairy and asked: "Which leaders of the Sting Gang have you heard of?" Charlie had said before that whether it was the Savoys, the Stingers, or several other smaller gangs, the leaders had a certain reputation in the Honest Market area that could be used to scare children. "What do you want to do?" Charlie's expression instantly became excited. "I want to ask them something." Lumian chose the most elegant and polite way of saying it. Charlie was a little disappointed because he couldn't see the excitement: "Besides Maggot, I only know two. One is 'Iron Hammer' At, who used to be in the Honest Man's Market and has been coming to the chaotic streets in recent days. The other is called Harman, who has no nickname. I have seen Maggot walking with him several times and I respect him very much. Well, he is a bald head. "The leader of the Sting Gang is a man called 'Black Scorpion' Roger. He seems to live somewhere on Market Avenue..." To be respected by Maggot, that Harman must be higher than Maggot in terms of his status in the Sting Gang and his own strength...Hammer Et took over the Mill Dance Hall and Luan Street, so he ran here from time to time? Lumian made a brief analysis and set his sights on Hammer Et. He planned to keep an eye on the gang leader for the next few days to find out his patterns of action and daily performance. If he couldn't find Wilson later, he would consider taking action against him. After drinking the absinthe, Lumian and Charlie returned upstairs together. Before he even got close to Room 207, he saw a wooden box on the floor at the door. On the lid was a Sava Party logo painted in black paint: "A bullet and a dagger." The materials that Louis sent over? Lumian bent down, picked up the wooden box, opened the door and entered the room. After he opened the lid, as expected, he saw a dark stone that smelled of bird droppings, a pair of blood-red eyeballs and a poison sac in a glass jar. ………… Market Avenue, illuminated by the yellowish gas street lights. Efe, the landlord of the "Golden Rooster Hotel", led a man to a homeless man who was sleeping with his eyes closed. "My silver coin is right here!" he said in a deep voice. The man following him looked at the homeless man in the dark and asked: "Did he rob you?" "No," Ev answered with certainty, "No matter the height, body shape, or clothes."
"A robber threw the stolen money directly to the homeless man... This is indeed a problem." The man standing at the edge of the street lamp nodded slightly, "We must be prepared for unexpected events or investigations." Ev hummed softly: "If he hadn't thrown my silver coins to the homeless, we could have found him directly." He can sense where the money and property that once belonged to him are within a certain period of time. ………… The next morning, Lumian stayed at the Golden Rooster Inn, reading Aurore's witchcraft notes. This was because he would have to wait and track "Hammer" At and others for a long time, and they always appeared in the afternoon and returned home in the early morning, so he had to change his study time to the morning. Charlie went to the nearest "Eternal Sun" church early in the morning. When he came back, he was not only relaxed, but also smiling. It seemed that he had found support and received praise. Near noon, Lumian hid his witchcraft notes and walked to Market Avenue. He stood not far from Mr. Efe's apartment and the Old Dove Cage Theater, wanting to see if the official Beyonders had taken any action. Everything was normal here, with people coming and going, and neither the shops on the street nor the passing carriages gave any sign that anything had happened. Lumian observed for a while and was about to find a nearby restaurant to fill his stomach when he saw Mr. Efe appear in the distance. He was still wearing the washed-out suit and maroon tweed trousers, a grayish wide-brimmed round hat, and holding a black cane, as he walked step by step towards the apartment where he lived. The official Beyonder hasn't shown up yet? Lumian thought for a moment, crossed the market avenue, and went to meet the landlord. "Good afternoon, Mr. Efe, where have you been?" he greeted with a smile. Mr. Efe was stunned for a second, then looked at him with caution and fear and said: "I'm going to the police station to take care of something." The official Beyonder summoned Mr. Efe through the police station, but the person who was actually in charge of the questioning was someone with the corresponding ability? Lumian probably understood why. But what puzzled him was: The authorities didn’t even realize that Mr. Efe had extraordinary abilities? Lumian nodded slightly and said with a smile: "What is it? Maybe I can help." "No thanks," Mr. Efe replied stiffly and resistively. He immediately pointed to the beige apartment: "I have to go home." In order not to arouse suspicion, Lumian did not try to stop it, nor did he make any further attempts. He frowned slightly as he watched Mr. Efe's back walking away. Recalling the conversation just now, he didn't find anything suspicious, but he felt that some details were strange and he had an indescribable feeling. Lumian subconsciously concentrated his mind and looked at Mr. Efe's back, trying to sense his recent fortune. Then the fortune is relatively normal, neither good nor bad. But the doubts in Lumian's heart increased instead of decreasing.
When he had dinner with Mr. Efe yesterday, he habitually sensed the other party's fortune. It's obviously a bit unlucky! It was only one day, and his fortune had changed. What had happened? Lumian turned around, put his hands in his pockets, and walked along the market avenue as if taking a walk. (End of this chapter)