Chapter 165 Fresh corpse Lumian squatted there, holding the three metal vials in his hands, looking at Janna and said with a smile: "I have a way to confirm it." "What method..." Janna was curious at first, but then she felt a little nervous and flustered because of the other party's ambiguous smile. Lumian smiled and replied: "Come and help me try which bottle is which." "Are you kidding me?" If Janna hadn't just been saved by the other party and her body was not in a relatively weak state, she would have been about to curse. Lumian said seriously: “If it’s the bottle of gas that can make people unconscious, you will at most faint once more, and I won’t do anything to you. If I really want to do something, you can’t resist now. Moreover, after confirming which bottle is which, I can use the bottle of irritating gas to wake you up and restore you to normal. "If you were lucky and had come across that bottle of irritating gas directly, you would be able to regain most of your strength now." It sounds reasonable. No matter how bad it is, it won’t be a big deal...Janna was almost convinced by Lumian.
She quickly came to her senses and said through gritted teeth: "What about the other bottle? We don't even know what it does!" If it is poison gas, there is no one on the scene who knows how to treat it! Lumian laughed and said in a mocking tone: "Are you stupid? There is a big difference in weight between a bottle that is mostly gas and a bottle that is mostly liquid! "This bottle should contain liquid!" He lifted one of the three metal vials and shook it slightly. He "clearly" heard the sound of liquid shaking inside, and immediately put it into his pocket. “Is that so…” Although she was laughed at, Janna’s focus was now entirely on the “experiment” and she was not angry about it. She hesitated for a few seconds, closed her eyes, raised her head slightly and said: "You try it!" Lumian put the other metal vial into his trouser pocket, leaving only one in his hand. He then calmly put the remaining one to Janna's nose. The next second, he saw Janna quietly open her eyes a little. Lumian laughed and twisted the lid. Soon, an extremely pungent smell like fermented feces entered Janna's nose, choking her and causing her to sneeze several times. Tears and snot seemed to be about to flow out. And every "acne" helped her regain a lot of strength. After Lumian screwed the bottle cap on and stood up from squatting, she jumped up suddenly and moved her hands and feet instinctively. "Looks like I'm pretty lucky!" Janna said to herself happily as she sorted out her clothes and skirts. I directly drew the bottle of gas with a pungent smell! Then, she saw Lumian's teasing expression. Jane's heart skipped a beat, and she had a bad feeling.
She asked tentatively: "Actually, you knew which bottle of gas was which from the beginning?" Is that why he was able to take out the small metal bottle containing the irritating gas so accurately? Lumian laughed and handed the metal bottle to Janna: "Smell the bottle cap yourself." Janna took it suspiciously and sniffed the bottle. There was a faint smell lingering there, not too irritating and not very effective, but bad enough. "The other one has no taste," Lumian added with a smile. Janna's already flushed face suddenly turned redder. This made her feel like she had just behaved like a fool: First, he believed what the other party said, and then he gritted his teeth and participated in the so-called "experiment"! The words of gratitude and various thoughts that she had prepared were instantly suppressed back into her stomach. Lumian ignored the angry Janna and put away the metal bottle with a scratch mark on the surface and the 8 Fel gold banknote. Although the man had some ability that allowed him to sense the whereabouts of items that once belonged to him and were lost, he was already dead, and Lumian was not afraid of being tracked. As for the function of the remaining liquid in the metal bottle, he planned to test it on mammals such as mice and stray dogs. After doing the corresponding things, Lumian pointed at the perverted corpse and said to Janna: “Take a close look at his appearance, remember his features, and ask someone to find out who he is. "He should have accomplices." "Okay." Janna walked quickly to the body and tried hard to remember the face. After watching for a while and thinking about what happened just now, she became furious. She raised her right leg and kicked the corpse hard in the crotch. Once, once, and again! "Shit, pervert, fuck your mother, fuck your whole family!" Janna vented her inner emotions. Lumian felt a phantom pain as he watched. He lowered his head and cleaned up the traces left at the scene. After Janna calmed down, he walked over with the large gray-white cloth bag, stuffed the body and clothes into it, and asked casually: "How did he catch you?" Janna tidied up her messy brown hair and tied it into a simple ponytail. She gritted her teeth again: "I ran into him in an alley next to Breeze Ballroom. He said he really liked listening to my singing and hoped I could sign an autograph for him. The piece of paper he handed over was sprinkled with that odorless gas. As soon as I signed, I felt something was wrong and lost most of my strength. "Then he attacked me, controlled me, put the bottle in front of my nose, and then I passed out." "You are too unguarded, aren't you?" Lumian taunted. Janna was not convinced: “I saw him several times while I was singing and I’m pretty sure he really enjoyed listening to me sing, otherwise I would have ignored him. "Besides, as a singer who is not yet famous, it is an honor to be asked for an autograph by someone...
"That gas has no smell!" How can one guard against this? Lumian sneered: “That’s not what I’m talking about. "It can be clearly seen that the gas will dissipate very quickly when applied to paper, and it must be used within a very short period of time to be effective. In other words, the pervert has been following you for a long time and has basically figured out your patterns of behavior. Otherwise, he would not have been able to accurately block you in an alley with few people and fumigate the paper with the gas ten or twenty seconds in advance. "You've been followed for so long, and you didn't notice it?" Janna was silent for a while, sometimes gritting her teeth, sometimes looking annoyed. Lumian withdrew his gaze and chuckled: It's normal that you didn't notice it. That guy can distinguish the hormonal information of different people. If Mr. Efe was not obviously weaker than the pervert just now and should not have mastered the ability in the field of lust, Lumian would have thought that he had exposed his identity as a "robber". He tied up the gray cloth bag again, and used it with the body inside to further destroy various traces at the scene. Seeing this, Janna cooperated and did the corresponding work. She has a pretty high level of skill in handling traces... Lumian glanced at Janna, put on the cloth bag with some suspicion, and walked out of the cave. Based on this incident and the fact that Janna deliberately did not mention her abnormal behavior under the influence of that pervert, he believed that this "exaggerated woman" had a certain understanding of the extraordinary world, or even was one herself. The source of her information or power is most likely the "Red Boots" Franca from the Savoy Party. After lighting the calcium carbide lamp in the place where he had been hiding, Lumian held it in his hand and looked back into the depths of the road. It was trending downwards, there was no light at all in the distance, nothing could be seen. The darkness was like a huge mouth, waiting for its prey to pass by and devour them. "What are you looking at?" Janna asked curiously. She felt that this man named Charles was acting mysterious. Lumian stopped staring and said with a smile: "I was wondering, where will we end up if we keep going down like this? Trier in the Fourth Epoch?" What he really wanted was: The ability of the pervert just now is very similar to Mr. Efe's. If the two are accomplices, then when he chooses the crime scene in the underground world, would he habitually and subconsciously stay close to places he is familiar with, which was Mr. Efe's destination when he entered the underground that night? If that's the case, maybe we can find something if we continue exploring along this path. Jane said disappointedly: "That's not a nice place." Lumian didn't say anything else and walked back to the ground along the same path he came from. Janna, thinking about her own things, followed silently from the side, holding the calcium carbide lamp left behind by the pervert. When they were almost at the floor that roughly replicated the ground layout, Lumian stopped and said with a disgusting smile: "Do you need me to help you get to the ground?" "You're not going back?" Janna was quite surprised.
Lumian moved his shoulders: "I have to find somewhere to dispose of this body." Janna nodded without asking any more questions: "I can go up by myself. I've been underground before." Does that mean you have the ability to protect yourself? Lumian watched Jana walk away lightly, and sighed in his heart: Whether Trier is a human or a dog, does he have extraordinary abilities? Is there something wrong with Trier, or is there something wrong with me that I always meet similar people? He shook his head, carried the body on his back, and walked towards the empty cave in the quarry where he had prayed for the "blessing" before, while dealing with the footprints. On the way, he did two counter-trackings to confirm that no one was following him. After arriving at the quarry cave hidden underground, Lumian threw the gray cloth bag containing the corpse aside and set up the altar. He had originally planned to go to the morgue of the nearest hospital at night to look for fresh corpses, but now he has a better choice! After setting up the altar, lighting the candles, and creating the "spiritual wall", Lumian took out the parchment paper with the corresponding symbols drawn on it in advance. The main body of the patterns on the paper is a ring of thorns, surrounded by patterns such as eyes, curves, and self-entwined rivers composed of symbols. In Room 207, Lumian consumed a lot of his spiritual energy just to outline them. After placing the imitation parchment, Lumian took two steps back, looked at the two lit candles, and began to formulate the next spell to be used. In this ritual, the self-prayer cannot be in the format of "I! In my name", but a three-part description must be designed for the self, pretending that it is a creature from the spirit world. This can be done with any phrase, and does not require the inclusion of authority, as long as it can be accurately positioned within the "spiritual wall". Lumian opened his mouth and whispered in Hermetic: "The King of Mischief in Cordu Village, Auror Lee's younger brother, a being named Lumian Lee..." PS: Let me tell you, if there is a day when I don’t update on time and I don’t ask for leave in advance, it should be that the chapter has been reviewed. (End of this chapter)