Chapter 385 Taking advantage of the opportunity If I hadn't done anti-tracking, would I have met "Loki" now? Lumian was shocked by Thermiporos' answer. He simply wanted to know whether the "art of prophecy" could work when facing extraordinary people of the "fortune teller" path. It didn't matter if Thermipoulos didn't answer. As a "contracted person", he could respond to himself and get a bottle of "prophecy potion" to try the effect. Who knew that this fateful angel would give such an answer directly. Lumian's mind raced as he analyzed the information contained in this sentence: After leaving Old Street, "Rocky" followed him for a while! The origin of the data copy is a trap! This afternoon, Rocky is at the Alone Bar! He deliberately used the mechanical typewriter in the "Alone" bar to make copies of the information in order to let possible pursuers find there, so as to lock on to the opponent, track him back and deal a fatal blow. And if the tracker is very powerful, he can ensure basic safety while staying in the Eighth Bureau's base and will not be easily found. He can even use the power of the Eighth Bureau, an official organization, to attack the opponent. Thinking of this, Lumian felt both regretful and fortunate. He regretted that during the period from leaving Old Street to completing the anti-tracking process, he did not notice Loki's tracking, so he "missed" the founder of the "April Fool's Day" group. He had the opportunity to chat with him about "Muggle" related matters. Lumian was thankful that he was totally unprepared at the time. If he had really discovered "Loki" and forced him to act in advance, he would probably have died miserably. After all, according to Franca's description, when the "Fortune Teller" reaches Sequence 7 "Magician", he will have many strange abilities, and after becoming a "Puppet Master", he can kill people silently. If he were to be ambushed by "Loki", Lumian was not sure if he would have the chance to activate Mr. K's finger, nor was he sure if he could find the real "Loki" in time and use the "Hum-Ha Technique" to escape from the predicament. But at this moment, the fire in his heart made him feel more regretful than grateful.
Lumian's steps towards the Breeze Ballroom slowed down unconsciously. He recalled his experience at the "Alone" bar at noon: The bar was dimly lit. It was past lunchtime. Apart from two or three drunken patrons chatting by the window, it seemed that the only person on the first floor was Leah, who was dressed as a bartender. Occasionally, a few lines of dialogue from different people could be heard from the cellar that served as a puppet theater; In the room with the mechanical typewriter, there was a man reading a newspaper. He hadn't spoken a word, his eyes were focused on the newspaper, and even when he was asked to pay for the typing, he just nodded... Who among them is "Loki"? Lumian stopped diagonally across from the Breeze Ballroom, his eyes a little unfocused. Obviously, Leah is not "Loki". This is not because of the wrong gender, but because her sequence is not high enough. According to Franka, "Loki" liked to expose his face half-covered at the beginning of last year or even earlier, and he was suspected of being promoted to "Faceless Man". Leah was still a "Magician" of Sequence 7 a few months ago. ——In a real dream, she shouldn’t be able to hide the specific sequence. Lumian gradually began to suspect the man reading a newspaper at the typewriter: He could use the mechanical typewriter to make copies of documents at any time, and he could also easily find out if any strangers wanted to borrow the mechanical typewriter... Lumian carefully recalled the physical features of the man reading the newspaper and found that he was ordinary, without any memorable features - about thirty years old, with black hair and blue eyes, not good-looking, but not ugly either, wearing a black suit, just like the clerk commonly seen on the streets. "Besides, the 'Master of Secret Dolls' can also make puppets, so maybe it's just a secret doll, not 'Loki', so he remained silent and pretended to read the newspaper... "Since the 'Puppet Master' can turn people into puppets, can it also turn mice, cockroaches, bedbugs and other things into puppets? "In that case, there are too many possibilities. Every creature in the 'Alone' bar could be 'Loki'... "How can we find him? He's such an annoying guy. Even though he behaves differently from Ammon, he's just as annoying! "That is, I have an angel trapped in my body, and I also have Mr. Fool's seal and the Blood Emperor's aura. Otherwise, the Secret Puppet Master, who is also a Fortune Teller, would be able to find me easily... I wouldn't be able to get rid of Loki purely by anti-tracking and lies... "It's so annoying. That's the base of the Eighth Division. We can't force out the real 'Loki' by covering the area with an attack..." Lumian became more and more annoyed the more he thought about it. After successfully getting rid of the pursuit once, it was basically impossible for him to use similar temptation to lure "Loki" out again. Any other party with normal IQ would suspect that there was a trap hidden in this recurring incident. Also, frequent visits to the "alone" bar would draw the attention of the Eighth Inning, which would be even more troublesome. Lumian took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, forcing himself to calm down and keep his emotions stable. He focused his thinking on analyzing the person "Loki": "According to Anthony's theory, 'Loki' and most of the 'April Fools' members are the kind of people who think they are smart. Otherwise, after despairing about the future, they are unlikely to find fun through pranks. Instead, they should indulge their desires and indulge in all kinds of enjoyment in life... “Is it possible that such a person could lure them into a trap that they thought they had seen through?”
Lumian kept disassembling and reassembling various pieces of information in his mind, trying to find a feasible solution. This made him gradually irritable, and he wanted to rush into the "Alone" bar and kill all the people and creatures except Leah. Finally, Lumian thought of something. Although that could not become a plan against "Loki", he could test the situation in the "Alone" bar to see if he could find any details that could be used and tracked down. It would also allow him to vent his emotions, get rid of his anger, and make some money. After pondering it over for a while, Lumian turned around and walked towards the chaotic street. ………… Golden Rooster Hotel, Room 401. Lumian pushed open the half-open door and saw the bankrupt businessman Fitz sitting at the wooden table, dipping a long baguette of rye bread into the sticky soup. Fitz looked back, put down the food in his hand, and stood up in confusion and panic: "Mr. Charles, what's going on?" The bankrupt businessman's brown hair was greasy, but he managed to keep it neat and tidy. His dark brown eyes and the smile lines around his mouth made him appear naturally ingratiating. Compared to last time, Fitz's clothes were a little dirtier, and it seemed that he didn't have extra time to clean them. Lumian asked directly: "Do you have any documents proving that Timmons owes you $10 in Felkins? The owner of the 'Different' dance hall." Fitz's eyes lit up: "Yes! I have the contract for our joint venture, which stipulates the time when he will buy back the shares and give 10 Felkins and the corresponding profits. “Mr. Shire, you don’t need the ‘Different’ cabaret to remind me who Timmons is, I curse that bastard a hundred times a day! "Mr. Charles, is there any hope of getting my money back?" Lumian raised the corner of his mouth: "You have this opportunity. This may be the only opportunity in your life. Once you miss it, you really can't get the money back." Now is the time when the "Different" dance hall is at its weakest! Without the Amons, only some humans who have been alienated to varying degrees are left! Fitz was excited and worried when he heard this. He took out his treasured contract and handed it to Lumian on the spot. Although he didn't quite trust the gang leader, he had no other choice but to pray that he would bring back good news. ………… Observatory area, Old Street. Lumian changed his appearance and clothes, and walked to the "Different" dance hall in a shirt, vest, top hat and thin formal wear. A guard wearing a monocle in his right eye and a short black suit stopped him: "Sir, you need to wear a monocle to enter our dance hall." Lumian smiled and replied: "Monette sent me here, saying I didn't have to wear a monocle in my right eye like you guys do." The two guards looked at each other and smiled meaningfully at the same time: "That's no problem." It seems that you all know what will happen to those invited by Monet... Are you also infected with that bad character, and even secretly believe in Amon? Unfortunately, you don't know that the current "Different" dance hall is no longer what you remember... Lumian sneered and decided to find someone who looks most like Amon and smash his monocle with a punch. This was both to vent the anger and fear of being used and frightened by Amon before, and to attract the attention of the "Alone" bar. Otherwise, how would they know that there was someone who could get the money back from Timmons?
It was already evening, and the gas wall lamps and colored glass chandeliers were lit in the "Different" dance hall. Many people wearing monocles and short suits were either twisting their bodies on the dance floor, or holding a glass of wine, leaning on the railings, watching others dancing with a smile, or playing the violin or clarinet in the corner, bringing a warm atmosphere to the scene. It looks like nothing has happened here. Lumian looked for a while and turned to the stairs leading to the second floor. The monocled guard standing there stretched out his right hand and stopped Lumian. He asked with an ambiguous smile: "Who are you looking for?" Lumian replied in a relaxed state: "Pay back Timmons." "Then you can't go up." The guard with the monocle did not stop him too strongly, as if he was watching a comedy. Lumian raised the corners of his mouth and revealed a bright smile. boom! He swung his left fist and hit the guard in the face, causing the monocle to fly out and fall to the ground with a crack. (End of this chapter)