Chapter 389 Caution The back alley at night is quiet and deserted. Lumian avoided the garbage dumps infested with rats and cockroaches, sometimes walking fast, sometimes slowing down, sometimes changing direction, and sometimes walking in a big circle, as if he was getting rid of an invisible stalker. Finally, he arrived at White Coat Street and entered the "abandoned" safe house whose lease had not yet expired. Then he followed the procedure, pulled the thick curtains, and examined every corner of the room. Compared with the past, he not only burned the bedbugs to death and drove away the mice, but also did not spare any flying insects as big as rice grains, in order to make this place "clean and tidy". After finishing this task, Lumian sat down at the table, spread out the paper, and began to write: "Dear Ms. Hela: "When I participated in the April Fools' Day group discussion as my sister, Muggle, I found that Hisoka, Madwoman, the Bard, and Ultraman had obviously abnormal reactions to Muggle's appearance after such a long time, and I have a friend who is suspected to be the psychiatrist that Muggle had consulted during that period. "At the same time, they are all cooperating with 'Loki' to deceive members of other groups to go underground to search for the remains of the 'Ancient Sun God'. "I think Loki is the de facto leader of April Fools' Day. If there are problems with other people, he must be abnormal, so I bought a copy of the Ancient Sun God information from him and asked someone to help me divine the mechanical typewriter used in the Alone Bar on the old street in the Trier Observatory District. "After a field survey, I found that it was the base of the Eighth Bureau, but I seemed to be targeted by 'Loki'. I was attacked in the evening and almost became his secret doll. I barely escaped by relying on my own abilities and the items on my body, but this also caused my real identity to be exposed to him. "When I wrote this letter, I had already hidden in the safe house I prepared earlier, but I'm not sure if I have truly escaped from Loki's tracking.
"I feel that the possibility that he has a problem has become very high. If this matter is not clarified, he may bring a huge disaster to the institute one day in the future. "I hope I can get your help." Lumian made his intention clear without any hesitation. He wanted to use himself as bait to lure out "Loki", and let "Hela", who could borrow the power of "secret", hide in the dark to deal a fatal blow to the "April Fool's Day" leader! Faced with this strange and hard-to-kill guy, perhaps only "Hela", who has a higher sequence than him and Franka and has a way to be "secret", can find the target's true body without being discovered in advance. After folding the letter, Lumian quickly set up the altar and summoned the pure silver skull with pale flames coming out of its eye sockets. ………… Franca returned to Apartment 3, No. 601 White Coat Street in stealth and persuaded Janna to go home temporarily and hide for two or three days. After repeatedly confirming whether she really could not provide any help, Janna opened the door and left cursing, rationally giving up on trying to be brave. Franka quickly changed her clothes and used the camouflage props she got from Rentas, a member of the "Savior Society", to change her appearance. While putting on makeup, she cursed her mother, Fate: "Fuck, I shouldn't have let Jana go first! She's better at using these things than I am, and her makeup skills are better too." This is the basic skill for an actor apprentice. After making a simple disguise, Franka sometimes disappeared and sometimes hid in the shadows, circling the market area. During this process, she not only made efforts to counter divination, but also used the anti-tracking techniques she learned from Lumian. Finally, she returned to White Coat Street and entered the building with the number "6". The safe house she prepared for herself was located here, and she could see her original residence diagonally opposite. Huh... After completing all the procedures, Franka breathed a sigh of relief and lay down on the Loen-style armchair. At the same time, she muttered to herself: "I've known Ciel for less than three months, but it feels like I've experienced more than I did in the past year... "Damn, is this guy the reincarnation of a disaster star?"
………… In the safe house on White Coat Street, Lumian waited for only about a quarter of an hour before he saw the silver skull emerge from the sudden darkness, with a simply folded piece of letter paper in its mouth. "Thank you." Lumian said habitually and took the letter. If "Hela" is unwilling to deal with the merely suspected members of the "Curly-haired Baboon Research Society", then he can only give up his plan and quickly go find Franca, taking her with him to use the "Spiritual World Shuttle" to transfer to suburban areas such as the Hill District and Erato District, and then sneak back. He felt that only in this way could he truly escape Loki's tracking or lock, and he would no longer be able to move in public unless he moved to another area. Lumian unfolded the paper and found that Hela's reply was very concise: "Ok." The corners of Lumian's mouth curled up, and a red flame emerged from his hand, lighting the reply letter. Then, he restored the surface of the table to its normal state and used the "lie" ear clip to change back to its original appearance. Lumian immediately turned off the calcium carbide lamp, lay down on the bed, closed his eyes and pretended to fall asleep. As time passed and the night grew darker, the area around White Coat Street gradually became quieter. The crimson moonlight filtered through the thick curtains, bringing some brightness to the room. After an unknown amount of time, a small gray-black figure came out from the hole in the corner of the wall. It was an ordinary-looking mouse. The mouse slowly and silently came to the table, climbed up, walked back and forth on the surface, sniffing here and there, as if it was patrolling its territory to see if anyone had invaded it. After a while, it stopped this behavior, shrank into a dark area that could not be illuminated by the dim moonlight, and turned its body towards the bed. The mouse looked at Lumian with deep eyes, revealing a very human feeling. Just like that, it seemed to have turned into a statue in the darkness, motionless, staring at Lumian. Nearly ten minutes later, light, imperceptible footsteps were heard in the corridor outside the apartment door. Tap, tap, tap, the footsteps are getting closer and closer. Suddenly, the footsteps disappeared, as if they had never appeared, or stopped at a certain position and no longer moved forward. The mouse then left the dark area where the crimson moonlight could not directly reach, slid down the leg of the table, and returned to the hole from which it had crawled out. It quickly disappeared, and the room became quieter and quieter, with only the slow and long breathing of humans faintly audible. Lumian never opened his eyes, his body was in a very relaxed state, and he seemed to have truly fallen asleep. ………… In an apartment at 6 White Coat Street. Franka lay in the reclining chair, her body swaying slightly back and forth. She was worriedly thinking about what to do next. With such a strange and terrifying enemy hiding in the dark and watching her dangerously, it was difficult for her to feel at ease and relax whether she was sitting or standing. "It must be resolved as soon as possible. It's impossible to guard against thieves for a thousand days. One mistake and it's all over...
"How about giving up the mission and going somewhere else? Or, let's go all out and use the high probability of mission failure as an excuse to ask Lady Judgment for help to capture Loki. This is feasible, but I will be burdened with a debt that will be difficult to repay before I become a demigod. Even if Ciel takes half of it, it will still be a heavy burden... "You can also ask Ms. Hela to convene an emergency meeting and accuse Loki and others of killing the Muggles. Ask them to find trustworthy members to interrogate each other to see who is lying. Uh, I'm not sure if Loki and others are really problematic, but it's a foregone conclusion that I colluded with outsiders and introduced spies..." The more Franca thought about it, the more annoyed she became. She simply used the colloquialisms from her hometown without any deliberate translation. Suddenly, she had a strong premonition of danger. Almost at the same time, she felt an extremely eerie coldness erupting from inside her body. Her body quickly became stiff, and a figure was reflected in each of her lake-blue eyes. It was the same figure: The short black suit that the junior staff usually wears, the brown hair is neatly combed back, the face has some southern continent blood, and the eyes are slightly green but dull... "Ghost"! This word flashed through Franka's mind, and she knew what kind of attack she had encountered. Her thoughts began to blur, and her right hand was raised upwards as if to fight against an invisible object. Franka mobilized the spiritual power in her spirit body, trying to explode the black flame of the "witch" from the inside out. This is aimed at spirits and can burn "vengeful souls", and the "witch" is obviously more resistant to this kind of fire than other methods. She can completely use injury to escape, or even severely damage the enemy. At this moment, a very magnetic voice sounded in Franka's ears: "It's useless, give up." The sound was like a sharp arrow that pierced Franka's mind and interrupted her attempt to condense the black flame. As soon as the voice fell, her mind seemed to be covered with thick fog, and a thick piece of frosted glass seemed to appear in front of her eyes. The voice continued: "I didn't use my full strength in the evening, I just wanted to test it out. That guy who has a high-level existence sealed in his body and pretends to be a 'Muggle' must have some special abilities. If I don't gather intelligence well and use my full strength, I might be the one who dies. "After the test, things became more interesting. I just went to his place and felt that it was not safe enough, so I planned to turn you into my secret doll and launch a surprise attack on you. "Haha, do you think you can get rid of my lock? We both have something special. As long as the distance is within one kilometer, I can use the power of the great existence to sense your location. "I have long wanted a 'witch' as my secret puppet. It must taste great..." Franka's spirit was affected by this sound again and again, and her efforts to activate the "mirror substitute" and condense the black flame in advance were interrupted again and again. Her thoughts became more and more sluggish, and her joints seemed to be filled with glue. "Can he, 'Loki', sense my location? "What's so special about him? Why can he..." Before Franka could think of a possibility and launch a complete resistance, the magnetic voice said with a smile: "I can't waste any more time. I have to speed up the process to avoid any accidents." At this point, the voice turned respectful and recited in a language that Franca was very familiar with: “Fusheng Xuanhuang Immortal Lord; "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianjun..." (End of this chapter)