Chapter 201 Mediation Under the open window of Room 601, Lumian climbed up with his bare hands, using the bumps, statues and pipes on the outer wall to get closer to the ground layer by layer, as if he was rappelling, accurately and steadily. Soon, he jumped lightly and landed on the edge of White Coat Street, muttering in a low voice: "Why do you have to make me climb down from the sixth floor? I didn't do anything!" Lumian complained, slipping into the shadows on the street and heading towards the market avenue. In room 601. Franca looked back at the gently shaking window, adjusted her silk nightgown, and smiled as she walked towards the slowly opening door. Janna, wearing a sequined red dress, took the spare key Franca gave her and stepped into the apartment. "So early today?" Franca blocked Janna's way to the window and asked in confusion. Janna sighed and said: "Something happened at home with the band's lyre player. Although it didn't affect my singing, everyone was in a bad mood. The manager of the dance hall, René, asked me to finish early and change the theme of the night to cheek dancing."
The cheek-to-cheek dancing in the market area is different from the regular one. Men and women hug each other and rub against each other in the dance floor with only a little light. It is quite exciting. A dance hall without enough dancers cannot support this kind of dance at all. "What's the matter?" Franka tried hard to find a topic, silently calculating how long it would take Lumian to climb to the first floor. During this process, she secretly complained: Why is “Muggle”’s brother a “Hunter” instead of an “Assassin”? An “Assassin” can jump directly from the sixth floor and land on the ground like a feather! Jana recounted the story of the band member and said at the end: "Fuck, why do unfortunate people always have more misfortunes? "Well, even though it ended earlier than normal, it's still late. It's too much trouble to go home, so I might as well come sleep at your place." Janna lived far away from the market avenue, so when she performed in the dance hall until late, she chose to sleep at Franca's place. She even had a spare key. Warehouse... porter... thinking about the feedback from her subordinates, Franka probably guessed that it was the influence of the "rat" Christo incident. She sighed that there were still innocent people who lost their loved ones, and said in her heart: "Brother '007' is very efficient. I informed him about the man in the mirror late last night, and the official Beyonders cleared up the anomaly before this evening." A man codenamed "007" within the "Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society" is a member of an official organization in Trier, and his rank seems to be quite high. Franka has the secret contact information of many of her fellow researchers in Trier, and occasionally organizes private gatherings. Of course, Franka doesn't think that the issue related to the man in the mirror will end here, because that special mirror world is still there, the mysterious object that Gardner Martin brought into Trier is still there, and the classical silver mirror in her hand is still there. If these are not eradicated, it will only solve a temporary problem. She doesn't know when similar abnormalities will break out again in the future. Regarding the classical silver mirror that can lead to a special mirror world, Franka's attitude is to be both cautious and careful in studying it - perhaps there is a secret of the "witch" path hidden in it. "Why don't you speak?" Janna stretched out her right hand and waved it in front of Franca. Franca came back to her senses and sighed softly: "After hearing about your unfortunate experience, I am also a little sad." It was because she didn't want to face the suffering of a large number of innocent people that she followed Lumian's advice and "handed the matter over" to the authorities. Janna walked around Franca and headed for the guest room, intending to change into some comfortable clothes. She glanced over and saw that the window of the living room was open, letting in the cool night breeze. "I felt a little bored just now." Franca quickly threw out the prepared excuse. Janna looked at her suspiciously: "What's the explanation for this?" Cough...Franca almost choked on her own saliva. Fortunately, Janna didn’t think too much about it, entered the guest room, and walked towards the bathroom with her pajamas and pajama pants.
………… After Lumian returned to Market Avenue, he first walked around No. 126 where "Black Scorpion" Roger lived, and expressed his condolences to four gangsters who were dressed as homeless people and sitting in different directions, away from the target area. He promised to give each of them 100 Fel Gold on Monday. That night, he slept very uneasily in the Breeze Ballroom. He woke up from time to time and listened to the noise outside the window, hoping to detect hurried footsteps. When it was daybreak, he finished his breakfast in the cafe and read the newspaper for a while. Louis came up from the first floor and whispered in his ear: "Boss, Superintendent Everett wants you to have coffee at the Café Valia across from the police headquarters at 10 o'clock sharp." The superintendent wants to meet me, the new leader of the Savoy Party? With the "secret glasses" in hand, Lumian is quite calm. He asked about Louis: "Who else?" "A lot." Louis said in a low voice, "It is said that all the gang leaders in the market area will go. The voting officially begins today." Voting will last for three full days. I see... It seems that they don't want us to disrupt the congressional election... I wonder if the Stingers will go? Lumian nodded, left the Breeze Ballroom at 9:15, and returned to the Golden Rooster Hotel. In room 207, he put on the "secret-seeing glasses" and once again experienced the intense dizziness of falling from a high altitude, upside down, and drilling into the ground. Resisting the urge to retch, Lumian took out a mirror and all his makeup and started to work. He didn't make any drastic changes, just thickening the eyebrows, raising the cheekbones, and strengthening some of the shadows, making people instinctively believe that this is Ciel, rather than associating him with someone else. As soon as she finished putting on her makeup, Lumian immediately turned the mirror upside down and didn't even dare to look at the glass window. It was almost ten o'clock when he arrived at the Café Valya and was led into a private room by the waiter. As soon as he entered, he saw several familiar faces, including Baron Brinell in a formal suit, top hat and a pipe, Franca in trousers, red boots and a women's shirt, the tall "Giant" Simon and "Blood Palm" Blake who looked more like a businessman. Travis Everett, who was wearing a black uniform, was sitting on the sofa at the top. When he saw Lumian enter, he stood up with a smile: "You are Ciel, right?" "Yes, Superintendent Everett," Lumian responded politely. Franka, Baron Brinell and others who stood up with Travis Everett all looked at Lumian, with more or less puzzled expressions on their faces. Franka suddenly realized what was going on and turned her gaze away from the blond and black hair. Baron Brinell, "Giant" Simon and others gradually "recognized" that this was Charles. Superintendent Everett pushed up his black-framed glasses and smiled with his blue eyes. “He has only been in the Market District for less than three weeks and he has already taken over the Breeze Ballroom. And he is so young, so outstanding. "Hey, the market area hasn't been peaceful this month." He praised and criticized Lumian, patted a chair next to him and said: “Come, sit here. "Let me introduce you to the others." When Lumian stood next to him, Everett pointed to a middle-aged man across the coffee table and said: "Roger, you should be familiar with this, right?" "Black Scorpion" Roger? Lumian turned his gaze to the middle-aged man: He was wearing a formal suit, his black hair was neatly combed back, his face was a little fat, and his blue eyes were like the deep ocean. “First time meeting you,” Lumian replied with a smile, only to find that the gaze of the “Black Scorpion” looking at him was unusually cold.
Everett then introduced the people sitting on Roger's left and right: "Haman, Castina." When Lumian first entered the box, apart from the Savoy members, he only noticed Haman, because he had a very eye-catching bald head, so bright that Lumian wanted to avoid his eyes for fear that it would reveal his disguised figure. Looking more closely, he discovered that Haman himself had a very distinctive appearance, with strong eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and deep lip lines. He was a handsome and tough guy. Even when he was sitting there, it could be seen that he was not short, and his dark breeches and shirt matched him very well. Castina is petite, about thirty years old, probably less than meters tall, with curly brown-red hair and brown eyes, exaggerated hips, amazing curves, and thick lips. "I think you are familiar with Charles from the Savoy Party," Everett introduced him to Roger and others. Roger showed a cold smile: "Yes, Superintendent, he has left an indelible impression on me." The eyes of "Bald" Haman already concealed hatred and cruelty. Everett sighed and said: “We all live in the market area, and only if we live in peace can we have a better future and make more money. “If you have any conflicts, you can come to me and I will be responsible for mediation and arbitration. "Charles, take this cup of coffee to Roger, and then hand over the profits of the Breeze Ballroom for the next six months. The matter of Maggot and Etter ends here. If anyone brings those two matters to trouble you again, you can tell me directly." Lumian looked at Roger, Haman and Castina with amusement, and found that there was not a trace of forgiveness in their eyes, only extremely suppressed coldness and malice. Baron Brinell and the others remained silent, watching the show. Franca shook her head at Lumian, signaling him not to be impulsive. Lumian bent down and picked up the cup of coffee on the coffee table. Suddenly, he raised his hands and poured the cup of brown liquid at "Black Scorpion" Roger. Roger reacted very quickly, leaping to the side and crashing into the coffee table, while Harman and Castina stood up quickly. At the same time, Lumian pointed at "Black Scorpion" Roger and cursed loudly: "Fuck you! Don't you guys want to give the superintendent face? Are you both pretending to be dumb? If you don't want to mediate, just say it directly. I, Charles, am waiting for you at the Breeze Ballroom! "The look in your eyes tells me that you will definitely take revenge!" Arrogant... Franca didn't expect Lumian to be so bold. (End of this chapter)