Chapter 197 Trigger Seeing this, Lumian quickly ended the ceremony and extinguished the candles in the correct order. The mumbling sounds that filled his ears disappeared, and the intense pain came to an abrupt end before it had a chance to emerge. After roughly tidying up the altar, Lumian turned his attention to the gold coin worth 5 fils. It looks normal. Under the light of the calcium carbide lamp, it sparkles with a charming golden color, and is no different in essence from other coins. Lumian's eyes suddenly became deep, and he treated the gold coin as a real person and observed its fortune. Normally, he couldn't "see" the fate of an object, but this time, the situation was different. After he concentrated, he found that the gold coin was surrounded by black air, with a hint of blood-red light in it. The former is a symbol of bad luck, and the latter represents a certain degree of bloody disaster. “Huh…” Lumian breathed a sigh of relief. This meant that the "lucky change technique" was successful, and the homeless man's extremely unlucky fate for the next few days was transferred to the gold coins! But if another person is not found within three days to take on its fate, it will return to being a homeless person and can never be moved again.
Lumian stared at the homeless man for a few more seconds, confirming that his fortune had temporarily returned to normal, neither good nor bad. After confirming, Lumian, who was standing on the edge of the altar, reached out and picked up the 5-fil gold coin that served as a medium for luck. He was not worried that this action would transfer the bad luck attached to the item to himself, because the triggering of the "transfer technique" required specific conditions to be met: First, the target must be willing to take the gold coin and have a subjective desire to possess it; Second, throughout the process, the target took advantage that it shouldn't have. In other words, if Lumian uses this gold coin to buy something, the store owner will not suffer the corresponding bad luck for accepting the item, unless the item he sells to Lumian is a fake, or he facilitates the transaction by fraud and makes an unfair profit. Similarly, if Lumian took the initiative to put the gold coin into Charlie's pocket, and he didn't notice it for a moment and took it out to use it, he wouldn't become unlucky. As the original owner of the gold coin, Lumian would naturally not be affected by the "lucky change technique" when he picked it up. Two simple ways to trigger the "Luck Change Technique" are to put it in your pocket and let the target steal it, and to pretend to lose it and let the target pick it up with the intention of possessing it. Lumian believed that unless Mr. Efe and others who had developed the habit of being stingy made major changes, they would still have an excessive love for money and would easily fall into a trap in this regard. After cleaning up the various marks on the altar, he carried the homeless man on his back all the way back to the ground, threw him into the alley where he was originally from, and removed the ropes that bound his hands and feet, the cloth that blindfolded him, and the cloth that stuffed his ears. After observing the homeless man's situation, Lumian kicked him and turned away. The homeless man slowly woke up and shouted in fear as if by reflex: "Let me go, please!" He opened his eyes and looked around instinctively, only to find that there was no one around and he was still sleeping in the familiar place. “……” The homeless man fell silent. After he regained some consciousness, his first reaction was to reach into his pocket. The cold and hard touch then entered his brain, and he happily took out a silver coin worth 1 fiel gold. It’s really still there! It's really still there! That was not a dream!
With the help of the faint crimson moonlight in the sky and the light from the street lamps, the homeless man looked at the silver coin over and over again and finally confirmed that it was not fake. It was only then that he remembered to check his body. Soon, he found that there was a bandage wrapped around his arm, and waves of tingling sensations attacked his mind. Other than that, there is nothing unusual. The tramp fumbled to his feet, rubbed his buttocks, and whispered to himself: "Not that kind of pervert..." Before he went bankrupt, he was a worldly-wise man and knew that there were many guys with strange sexual fetishes in Trier. As a result, some private organizations were born, such as a club that preached that men and women reproduce and that true love only exists between men, and also romantic parties that believed that only women knew how to love women. The homeless man just thought that he was attacked and violated by someone who liked smelly and dirty men, but now it seems that is not the case. After thinking for a while, he suspected that someone had taken advantage of his blood and some of it was taken away, and that 1 Felkin was the reward. He had heard before that some big shots relied on constant blood transfusions to stay alive. "At least 1 Felkin." The tramp instantly became happy and no longer thought about the loss of blood. He even hoped that the other party would come to him again, and then he would take the initiative to ask how much he wanted. ………… Lumian flipped a coin and decided to sleep at the Golden Rooster Hotel tonight, so he returned to room 207 and slept until six in the morning. By the time he had breakfast outside, exercised, returned to the hotel, changed his clothes, disguised himself, and prepared to go to Market Avenue, the two cleaning ladies had already started working. Lumian paused and looked at the cleaning lady who was wearing a bright golden wig and makeup, about fifty years old, who was handling the garbage in the hall. He asked thoughtfully: "You're Elodie, right?" He had heard Charlie mention the other person's name. "Yes, Mr. Charles." Elodie straightened her back. She was wearing an old but clean gray and white dress. She was not short, about meters tall. Judging from her facial features, she must have been quite good-looking when she was young. "You know me?" Lumian asked casually. Elodie answered truthfully: "Mr. Charlie Corrente mentioned you as the protector of the hotel." Haha, it’s Charlie as expected... Well, her attitude is very normal, not inferior or fearful at all... Lumian began to think that this cleaning lady named Elodie was probably not the street girl as Charlie guessed when she was young. He asked casually: "I heard from Charlie that you used to be a theater actor?" "Yes." Elodie smiled. "I used to perform in two theaters, always playing supporting roles. Later, one theater went bankrupt, and the other theater stopped hiring me for some reason. By that time, I was already quite old." When talking about the past, she was obviously a little melancholy. Lumian nodded and looked at the hotel entrance: "Have you ever heard of the Old Pigeon Cage Theatre?"
This is what he really wants to ask. This cleaning lady named Elodie was originally a theater actress, and was hired by Mr. Efe, the hotel landlord who had a close relationship with the old pigeon cage, which was a bit suspicious. Elodie's expression suddenly became vivid: “I know that every one of their plays is excellent and most of the actors have excellent acting skills. It is a theater worth saving a month to buy tickets to go to. "I was watching a show at the Old Pigeon Cage when I saw someone recruiting cleaning ladies who only worked half a day, and that's how I came here." I see... It sounds like it has nothing to do with the old pigeon cage or Mr. Ev... Lumian did not investigate further for the time being, so as not to arouse the other party's suspicion. He smiled and said: "It sounds like you have another job?" Elodie thought that Mr. Charles wanted to find out the origins of the cleaning lady so as to avoid any harm to the hotel, so she answered frankly: "I work from 2pm to 10pm every day in a factory south of the market district, on Saint-Germain Street. It's called the Goodville Chemical Factory." Saint-Germain Street is close to the city walls of Trier and is adjacent to the factories in the botanical gardens. ——The custom inherited from the Roselle era in the Trier factory is that if production is to be maintained 24 hours a day, the workers must be divided into three shifts, one for morning to noon, one for noon to evening, and one for late night. “It’s very hard.” Lumian sighed. Elodie smiled and said gently: "I have two children who are almost adults. When they have their own jobs, I won't have to work so hard." "Where is your husband?" Lumian asked casually. Elodie's expression darkened: "He died in a factory accident a few years ago." Lumian didn't ask any more questions and chatted with another cleaning lady, fulfilling his duties as the protector of the Golden Rooster Inn. Then he walked out of the chaotic street, into the market avenue, and headed towards the Old Pigeon Cage Theatre. He was not waiting for Mr. Efe, who was suspected of being a fake, but just took a look. His main purpose was to pay attention to people going to No. 126 Market Avenue. The "art of prophecy" told him that he would meet Louis Lund again on Market Avenue, and "Hammer" Et said that Louis Lund would come to see the boss of the Sting Gang, "Black Scorpion" Roger, this Saturday or Sunday, and "Black Scorpion" Roger lived at No. 126 Market Avenue. The combination of the two made Lumian decide to "stay" at Market Avenue on Saturdays, wandering around to see if he could run into his target. When they were not far from the Old Pigeon Cage Theater and Mr. Efe's apartment, Lumian slowed down, sometimes sitting with the homeless man, and sometimes going to the nearby cafe for a drink. Now that he was here, of course he had to keep an eye on Mr. Efe, since this place was also on the market avenue. Nearly three quarters of an hour later, Lumian finally saw the hotel landlord. He was wearing a washed-out suit, an old half-top hat, and holding a black cane with its paint almost peeling off. He walked out of the apartment and headed towards Suchit Steam Locomotive Station. Lumian stood up slowly, looked back, pretended to be terrified, and jogged as if he was being chased by an enemy. As he was passing Mr. Efe from behind, he accidentally bumped into him. With a ding, a golden coin fell from his body to the ground, but Lumian seemed unaware of it. He buried his head and fled in panic. Mr. Efe complained, his eyes suddenly drawn to the gold coin on the ground. He subconsciously wanted to call out to the reckless guy, but after stretching out his hand, no sound came out. He quickly glanced around, squatted down, picked up the 5-fil gold coin, and put it into his trouser pocket as if nothing had happened.
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