Chapter 195 Verification Boss? Lumian was shocked when he heard this. He had never thought that this matter would be connected to the boss Gardner Martin, but it seemed to explain some problems: Why did the smuggling caravan disappear on a hidden route that had been used many times? Why did the "rat" Christo rush to ask for help from me and others? If he had simply lost a batch of goods, he would have definitely confirmed it repeatedly and waited for a while before he was willing to expose his weakness and mistakes to his "colleagues" who might be watching his position. In a flash, Lumian thought of more: "Boss Gardner Martin is suspected to be Sequence 6 or Sequence 5 of the "Hunter" pathway... "Franka and I both entered that special mirror world. One is a "hunter" and the other is a "witch". We are on the same and adjacent paths... "Mr. K asked me to get close to Gardner Martin and gain his trust... "As a member of the secret organization 'Curly-haired Baboon Research Society', Franka's rank is not low, but she is willing to be the mistress of a gangster like Gardner Martin... "The leader of the Savoy Party must have a big secret, or he is involved in something big..." The thing that the boss asked Christo to bring into Trier was related to the "hunter" or "witch" route? Why risk going underground and being discovered by the tax collectors? Why didn't the boss go outside the city to get it himself, and let Christo send a smuggler to lead the way? That would be safer and more covert... He knew that the thing might bring unexpected events, so he didn't want to take the risk? Lumian's eyes moved from "rat" Christo to Franca's face. The "witch" did not seem to expect such an answer. She was also somewhat stunned and surprised, and then showed a little excitement and joy.
She stared at the "rat" Kristo and sneered: "You're trying to fool me? How come I didn't know Gardner asked you to get something into Trier? "What about that thing?" Excited...joyed...Lumian became more and more certain that Franca's purpose in joining the Savoy Party and getting close to Gardner Martin was not simple. Christos laughed: “It was in a tin box, which I had delivered to Fountain Street. "The boss probably hasn't had time to tell you yet." As a senior member of the Savoy Party, he knew that "Red Boots" Franca was very powerful and it would be easy for her to kill him who was unprepared and had no helpers. Moreover, she was also proficient in divination and could tell lies. "You better not lie to me!" Franca retracted her body, took out a makeup mirror, and started fortune-telling in front of "Mouse" Christo. Lumian stood up cooperatively, walked to Crystal's side, and put his hand on his shoulder. After Franca confirmed that what Kristo said was true, Lumian smiled and patted the "rat": “If something similar happens again, please remind me that there is a problem with the goods and I need to be prepared for possible accidents. "Otherwise, I'll cut you into pieces and feed them to your dear little ones." He had heard from Louis that "Mouse" Crystal had many animals, and his favorite was a dog. Christo felt angry after hearing the threat: Franka is the boss' mistress, and she's stronger than me. I can accept her treating me like this, but why should you, a newcomer, do this? Thinking of the "Wolf" Magget and "Hammer" Etter who were no weaker than him, Christo wilted again and said with a smile: "This time the boss asked me to keep it a secret." "You son of a bitch, you should at least give us a hint!" Franca put away her makeup box and cursed viciously. Christo smiled awkwardly: "well." He was not angry at all because of the insults. In his opinion, dogs are family members and close relatives. How could it be considered an insult? He often warned his perverted subordinates: Whoever touches my wife is equivalent to touching my dog! Seeing that Franca and Charles had softened their attitudes, Christo asked curiously: "Is that strange world really the same as what Erken described?" Without waiting for Franca to answer, Lumian smiled and patted Kristo's shoulder again: "Haven't you figured it out yet? Has your brain been eaten by a dog? We were just trying to trick you! "We didn't enter any strange world at all. We just thought it was impossible that we had been smuggling all these times before, but this time we were suddenly involved in an extraordinary incident. There must be something wrong with your batch of goods, so we decided to defraud you!" "..." "Mouse" Kristo couldn't help but reveal a look of regret. Yes, if Franka and Charles really entered that strange world, it would be impossible for them to come out so quickly! Erken and the others have been missing for several hours! Why am I so stupid?
How could I be fooled like this? Christo restrained his emotions, looked at Franca, and said with a flattering smile: "Don't tell the boss that I told you about the existence of that thing. He will be very unhappy with me." Franka looked at Lumian with a slightly strange expression, and said to "Mouse" Christo: "Okay, from now on, you owe me a favor." "Okay!" Christo agreed quickly. After bidding farewell to the smuggling leader, Lumian and Franca left the warehouse and turned into the narrow street leading to the market avenue. "Today I realized that Christo is stupid. He is so easy to deceive." After a long silence, Franca looked at Lumian beside her and sighed, as if she was laughing but not laughing, "You are very good at deceiving others." Lumian put on a calm attitude: "In Koldu Village. You should know Koldu Village, right? My nickname is 'The King of Pranks'." Having seen the wanted poster, Franca was no stranger to Cordu Village. She smiled at Lumian and said: “Did you lie to me in what you said before? "Haha, Janna's evaluation of you is not entirely wrong. You are cunning and treacherous." "You are my sister's companion, and everything I say to you is true." Lumian said frankly. He just didn't tell the whole truth, and even when Franka used divination to confirm, she couldn't find any signs that he was lying. Franka observed his expression and nodded with satisfaction: "I'd also like to believe in a 'Muggle' brother. "Well...just pretend you don't know about the existence of Gardner's thing. For some things, finding out the truth will bring harm, so I won't ask him." “Okay.” Lumian behaved as obediently as he did in front of Aurore. The two separated in the middle of Market Avenue, one went to the Breeze Ballroom and the other turned into White Coat Street. It was already past eight o'clock in the evening and it had long since gotten dark. The gas wall lamps embedded in the edge walls of the dance hall were lit up, immersing the entire first floor in a yellowish light. The closer to the dance floor, the darker the environment became. With the greeting of "Boss", Lumian sat down at the bar and ordered a glass of "Parrot", anise absinthe with mint. This stuff was quite stimulating. Just one sip made him feel clear-headed, as if he had been slapped in the face. Lumian sat for a while, enjoying Janna's obscene song, and then saw Charlie walking towards the bar with a tray. "Charles, boss!" Charlie changed his address decisively after noticing the bartender was looking at him. Lumian took a sip of the psychedelic green liquid and asked with a smile: "Would you prefer a dance hall or a hotel speakeasy?" Charlie glanced at the bartender and other waiters, and said in a low voice: “I still prefer the hotel bar. “There, I am the focus of everyone!” I can feel it... Lumian laughed and pointed his chin at the young female singer who was taking Jenna's place: "She is the daughter of your friend?" Charlie once said that he had a friend who owed a loan shark. Due to the pressure from Baron Brinell, he committed suicide by jumping off a building, and his daughter was taken to the Breeze Ballroom to sing.
"Yes." Charlie replied with a somewhat gloomy look. The female singer was also dressed very brightly, wearing a rather revealing short top and skirt. She was probably about the same age as Janna, but not as good-looking. According to Lumian's observation, the biggest difference between the two is: There is always light in Janna's eyes, but this guy's smile is fake but there is no light in his eyes. Charlie opened his mouth, hesitating as to what to ask Ken, but finally closed it again. Lumian drank "Parrot" and listened to the singing, wondering what he was thinking. Shortly before 10:30, he stood up, went back upstairs, changed into a linen shirt, a well-worn jacket, brown trousers, and put on a dark blue cap. It made him look like a homeless person. Then, Lumian opened the window and jumped into the alley behind the dance hall. He was planning to go to the Old Pigeon Cage Theatre. His "divine power" told him that Mr. Efe, the landlord of the Golden Cockerel Hotel, would be at the Old Dovecote Theatre this Friday, from 11 to 12 o'clock tonight. Lumian didn't think that he could solve the matter involving the evil god "Mother Tree of Desire" by himself, nor did he plan to confront that group of people head-on. He hoped to discover more problems and collect useful information through observation. For him, the most important thing was to find the place where Susanna Mathis lived before her death with the help of Mr. Efe and others, and get a certain item that she had carried with her for a long time, so as to lay a solid foundation for the "exorcism" when he was attacked by the evil spirit later. Although it may not be possible to complete the ritual magic by then, it is better to be prepared than not. After walking around for a while, Lumian arrived outside the Old Dove Cage Theater. Because it was not yet 11 o'clock, he did not rush in, but huddled in a corner outside, looking at the beige six-story apartment where Mr. Efe lived like a real homeless person. Not long after, Lumian saw the landlord. Mr. Efe, wearing a dark suit that had been washed to a bleached color, maroon trousers, a worn half-top hat, and holding a black cane, came back from the direction of the Honest Man's Market and entered the apartment. A few minutes later, the window corresponding to the room he lived in lit up, rather dimly. Lumian waited patiently. As he waited, his brows gradually furrowed. It's already past 11 o'clock, why hasn't Mr. Efe come to the old pigeon coop yet? The window still emitted a yellowish light, and from time to time, figures passed by. Another quarter of an hour passed, and Mr. Efe still did not leave the apartment, crossed the Market Avenue and entered the Old Pigeon Cage Theatre. Lumian couldn't help but mutter to himself: "Could it be that my 'divine power' is wrong?" PS: Oh, because I remembered Mr. K’s party as Monday, my schedule from the party to Saturday was quite full, which resulted in a little more days. But in fact, only a week has passed, which means that the psychotherapy is on Sunday of this week. (End of this chapter)