Chapter 188 The Missing Goods “Why did I have such a dream? It was just like the real thing…” Lumian calmed down and checked his body, but found nothing unusual. But in the dream just now, it was not much different from wearing the "secret glasses" again, and he saw more things. After thinking for a while, Lumian suspected that after wearing the "Mystery-Seeing Glasses" three times in a row, some negative effects remained, and then he encountered the Breeze Ballroom, an environment where old bones were buried, so it was reflected in his dream to a certain extent. "It seems like there really is something wrong underground here..." Lumian sighed silently, got out of bed, put on his coat, and planned to move to another place to sleep to verify his speculation. At this time, it was very late at night and there were no lights coming out of the Breeze Ballroom. He followed the shadows on the side of the road and returned to the Golden Rooster Hotel, whose doors were locked. This did not pose a problem for Lumian. He did not try to knock on the door to wake up the bad-tempered Mrs. Firth. Instead, he went around to the side and climbed along the water pipe to the balcony on the second floor. In room 207, Lumian slept until six in the morning, with only two short dreams, both of which were normal. "Sure enough, it was the old bones deep underground in the Breeze Ballroom that triggered the remaining power of the 'Mystery Glasses' in my body..." Lumian sat up with joy and a little disappointment. He had originally planned to use the "secret-peek glasses" to create one or two pictures with supernatural powers every day, and save them for possible future needs. But now it seems that the "secret-peek glasses" cannot be used too frequently, and he must at least wait until all the previous negative effects have subsided before trying again. Otherwise, after a long time, some very horrible and strange things may happen, and eventually he will die strangely like the "lawyer" who left the glasses, leaving behind only a strange oil painting with a long-lasting abnormal effect. “I’ll go to the Breeze Ballroom to sleep tonight, and use the fact that I don’t have that kind of dream to determine whether the negative effects are completely gone... After that, I can’t wear it more than twice in a row within a short period of time... These are the details that Mr. K didn’t mention. Well, you still have to use it yourself and experience it before you can understand it intuitively..." Lumian got up energetically and went to the bathroom to finish washing up.
It was still early and the morning seemed very quiet, with almost no scramble for the bathroom. Mrs. Firth would come up from time to time to check the water meters on each floor to see if anyone was wasting tap water. ——The contract signed between the Golden Rooster Hotel and the Imperial Water Supply Company is to supply no less than 250 liters and no more than 500 liters of water per day, at 100 filgins per year. Lumian walked slowly to the café on White Coat Street, tried some unique foods such as Sablé cookies and brioche bread, which looked like croissants but was softer, and then found a place to exercise. When he got back to the Golden Cockerel, he saw Charlie sitting on the steps outside the door in a linen shirt and black trousers, drinking a bite of meat pie and a sip of apple sour. "So early?" Lumian asked with a smile. The Breeze Ballroom doesn't close until 2 ., and it's not even 8:30 in the morning yet. Charlie didn't know whether to get up quickly and greet the boss, or get along with him as usual. After hesitating for a moment, he stood up and smiled awkwardly: "After sleeping a little longer, I have to get ready to go to the dance hall again. "I think I can't always be like this. I need some time when I don't have to sleep or work. Otherwise, I'll feel, feel..." The Breeze Ballroom opens at 10:30am at the earliest. "Do you feel like you don't have a life of your own, like you're just a machine used for work?" Lumian helped Charlie complete the rest of the sentence. "Right, right, right!" Charlie agreed deeply. "You are really cultured! Sometimes, you don't look like a gangster at all, uh, not like the leader of the Savoy Party, but more like a civilized person!" If nothing unexpected happened, I should be studying at a university in the Memorial District now, and in my free time I would go on adventures in underground Trier with my classmates... Lumian's mood darkened, and he turned to concentrate and stared at Charlie. This was his tool for observing whether Suzanne Mathis's problems still existed and when they would break out. "You, what are you looking at?" Charlie was a little panicked. "Did you see anything wrong?" My fortune has been pretty normal lately, pretty stable... Lumian was relieved, smiled, raised his right hand, and waved it behind Charlie: "Good morning, Susannah!" Charlie turned around quickly, his eyes wide open, not missing any details. After a few seconds, he exhaled, half-turned his body, forced a smile, and said to Lumian: "You're kidding again."
That name has been his haunting nightmare lately. "I'm training your psychological endurance. This way, if something goes wrong again, you won't panic and be unable to think of a solution." Lumian patted Charlie's shoulder earnestly. It was almost half past ten when he returned to the Breeze Ballroom. As soon as I entered the door, Louis and Sakota came up to me and said in unison: "Boss, something's up!" "What is it?" Lumian asked with a smile, as if he could not see the anxiety and uneasiness of his two men. Louis looked at the stairs and said in a low voice: "'Red Boots', 'Giant', 'Mouse' and they are all here. Something serious must have happened." "Every leader is here?" Lumian thought about what he had done recently and didn't find anything that offended any of the leaders of the Savoy Party. He has been very well behaved these days! "Yes." Louis nodded heavily. Lumian went up to the second floor without a care in the world and saw Franka and the others. Franka changed into a pair of darker red boots, and wore light-colored trousers and a dark-colored short skirt that was popular in Trier recently to match the trousers, and a more masculine formal suit on the outside. She lifted her right leg and placed it on top of her left leg, smiling at Lumian who was walking towards her. On her right was Baron Brinell, who was wearing a formal suit and a top hat. On her left was a man no more than meters tall, with a thin face and two rat moustaches. The man was wearing a dark brown short jacket, his hair was gray and black, quite thick, and his eyes were dark blue, with a hint of anxiety. "'Rat' Christos." Baron Brinell politely introduced Lumian. He then pointed at a man opposite and said: "'Bloody Palm' Black." Blake has brown hair, blue eyes and a round face. He looks to be in his early thirties and has a warm smile. He doesn't look like a gang leader at all. He was wearing more formal clothing, and his large hands with distinct joints held a slowly burning cigar. "Good morning, everyone." Lumian dragged over a chair with an armchair and sat about a meter away from the table, acting as if he was the master here. The Giant Simon glanced at him, took a puff of his cigarette, exhaled the gray-blue smoke and said: "Krystal is in some trouble and needs our help." "What trouble?" Lumian turned his gaze to "Mouse" Kristo. This person is an important contributor to the huge profits of Breeze Ballroom. Although there was definitely a markup on the smuggled liquor he sold, the lack of tax made it much cheaper than the liquor wholesale stores in Trier. Moreover, a large portion of what Christo sold was privately brewed liquor, which he labeled with more well-known brands and places of origin. Christo, who looked like a mouse, gritted his teeth and said: "I lost a batch of goods underground. "The delivery and escort personnel are also missing. Damn, my brother is also in there. His wife and children are crying in my house right now!" Something happened in the underground Trier? Smuggling is divided into people who carry the goods and people who provide force? Yes, Osta Trull said that he helped people carry underground books before. Well, the underground Trier can't use carriages and other things, so it can only rely on people to carry things... Lumian nodded slightly and asked: "What kind of goods?" "A batch of red wine and brandy, and some 'black fish'." "Rat" Kristo couldn't help but slam the table. "Damn, I've walked that route many times before, and nothing happened before, and I've never encountered that group of hyenas." Hyenas refer to the quarry police who specialize in investigating smuggling businesses and are responsible for underground order.
Seeing that Lumian was a little confused, Baron Brinell explained casually: "'Blackfish' means the gun." Among the five most profitable businesses of the mafia, the bootlegging industry chain is the second most profitable. The arms business makes the least money due to the small demand. The most profitable casino business is not that popular in the market area because people here do not have very high incomes and the money that can be squeezed out is quite limited. Compared to gambling which still requires thinking, those who have been busy all day would rather drink some cheap wine, twist their bodies, and find a beautiful dancer to vent. As for the sale of psychotropic drugs, this is an act that the Trier Police Department severely cracks down on. After repeated warnings from the Market District Police Headquarters, there are no similar incidents in the Breeze Dance Hall, but there are still a few cases in the Nightingale Street Dance Hall managed by "Giant" Simon. Lumian looked at the "rat" Christo and said: "Any suspects?" "No." Kristo said in annoyance, "Damn it, that route is very hidden. No one in the market area knows it except me and my people." He paused and stated his purpose: "I would like to ask you to help me find clues along that route, using the method you are best at. "I've gone through it myself, but it didn't help much." Without waiting for Lumian to speak, "Red Boots" Franka nodded and said: “We will go in groups of two, so that if something happens on the ground, no one will take care of it. "Well, I'm in a group with Ciel, and I just happen to have something to talk to him about." The "Giant" Simon's eyes moved back and forth between Franca and Charles several times, and finally remembered that Charles was suspected of sleeping with Franca's mistress and cheating on her. Taking the opportunity to cause trouble for Charles? Simon the Giant nodded slightly and said to Blake the Bloody Hand: "We'll be in groups of two." Baron Brinell then looked at the "rat" Christo: "I'll go with you one more time." After Baron Brinell and "Giant" Simon's two groups finished the underground route and gained nothing, Lumian and "Red Boots" Franca followed a smuggler into underground Trier. PS: Please give me a guaranteed monthly ticket~ (End of this chapter)