Chapter 400: Execution Ground (Seeking October Guaranteed Monthly Ticket) Lugano looked at Lumian with a slightly strange look: "You've heard about this surgery, too?" After responding subconsciously, he smiled: "As expected of you, you are knowledgeable and have a wide range of interests. You even know about this cutting-edge surgery." "It seems you know a lot." Lumian ignored Lugano's flattery. Lugano nodded quickly: "I have read in several magazines that some doctors believe that the essence of this operation is to destroy the patient's brain and that it is irreversible. In other words, it seems to cure the patient's madness, but it makes him stupid, forever calm, and no longer have emotional fluctuations. "They feel that if this type of surgery is not used, there is still hope that the madness can be cured through other methods, but once the person becomes stupid, there is no possibility of recovery." There are still many doctors in Intis who have high academic level, dare to speak the truth, and have good professional ethics...Lumian nodded secretly. After confirming that Lugano had some knowledge of the medical field, he asked casually: “Are there any strange medical cases recently?” Lugano thought carefully for a while, then shook his head slowly and said: "Nothing strange." Lumian was about to change the question, but Lugano added: "If you really want to talk about something strange, there is a folk custom that has become popular in a small area recently that is quite strange." "Folk customs related to medicine?" Lumian read the hidden meaning in Lugano's words.
Lugano, with brown hair and brown eyes, smiled and replied: "So be it. "It was probably a group of Trier citizens who thought that the blood shed by executed prisoners carried the last and most tenacious power of life, and if eaten with bread, it could cure a variety of diseases. This made many columnists very angry, saying that this was a retro, bloody and stupid behavior. In comparison, going to the church to pray for asylum might be more effective." "Why haven't I heard of such a folk custom?" Lumian felt that the behavior of the citizens of Trier had an indescribable meaning, not just stupidity. Lugano laughed: "Boss, this is normal. I haven't heard of it before. It's a folk custom that has only appeared in the past two or three months. It may have been brought by some outsiders. More and more people believe in it." Lumian chatted with the bounty hunter who was saving money to buy the main material of "Physician" for a while, and got a vague impression of Trier's medical community. It was almost noon when he filled his stomach and turned into White Coat Street and entered Building No. 3, which was an apartment. During this process, Lumian did not hide his curiosity and carefully examined the exterior of No. 6 White Coat Street, but found no traces left. He knocked on the door of Apartment 601 and threw the "Lie" ear clip to Franka, who had her flaxen hair simply tied up. This companion will have to meet the Witch Cult members again this afternoon, and will have to become the same person he was last time. "Why are you here just now?" Franka caught the silver-white earring accurately, "Didn't you receive the information sent by Ms. Hela? I've been waiting for you to come over to discuss it." Lumian laughed: "Why are you more anxious than me?" After closing the door, he sat on the sofa and told everyone all the key information and corresponding guesses he had extracted from the data. Franca interrupted from time to time and gave her own opinions. Towards the end, Lumian roughly recounted the situation in Trier's medical community and strange customs as described by the bounty hunter Lugano Toscano. Franka's expression suddenly became strange. “Is there a problem?” Lumian was not surprised but happy. Franka said "hmm": “The rumor that eating bread dipped in the blood of executed prisoners can cure diseases is very similar to the ancient folk custom in my hometown, but that was many years ago. Since the popularization of education, this kind of folk custom has basically disappeared. "The original folk custom is that steamed buns stained with the blood of executed prisoners can cure serious lung diseases, provided they are eaten while hot." Lumian raised his right eyebrow. He said that the strange folk custom gave him an indescribable feeling:
Feeling of mischief! This is April Fools' Day style! "'A friend of mine' did it?" Lumian suddenly got a little excited. A "psychologist" who can hypnotize people can make such a folk custom appear and spread without anyone knowing! Franka nodded solemnly: "'I have a friend' who is from your sister's and my hometown. Otherwise, your sister wouldn't trust him and seek treatment from him for her psychological problems. "His code name and the language he knows prove this. Besides him and Black Soil, other members of April Fools' Day may not know about that ancient folk custom." “Loki doesn’t know either?” Lumian asked in astonishment. "I'm not sure." Franka frowned. "I'm not familiar with him, and he has never revealed that he is from the same hometown as me. If he hadn't used the language of my and your sister's hometown when reciting the four honorific names, I wouldn't have known he could do it. I always thought that the diary of Emperor Roselle in their group was translated by 'I Have a Friend' and 'Black Soil'." Lumian smiled. "I hope this is just a folk prank by 'I Have a Friend'. I will go to the execution ground in the prison area and watch later." The prison area is also called the Red Hat Area, with an official number of 4. It is one of the oldest urban areas and has the most famous prison in Intis - St. Mar Prison, which gave the area its name. Near Saint-Marc Prison is Trier's busiest execution ground, the Louvain Complex. "Be careful, the 'psychologist' is more cautious than the 'puppet master'." Franka reminded. Although "I Have a Friend" is not an extraordinary person of the three paths of "Fortune Teller", "Thief" and "Apprentice", and even if he believes in "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun", he cannot find the seal on Lumian, but Lumian still feels that he cannot be careless. He takes back the "Lie" ear clip and simply changes his appearance - he is worried that the resurrected "Loki" has communicated with "I Have a Friend" about his and Franka's real appearance. After Franka got the "lie" ear clip back, she asked curiously: "What was that terrifying atmosphere that day?" Lumian laughed. "It all started when Ms. Hela and I were looking for the Samaritan Woman's Spring." "..." Franca was stunned at first, and then she started to curse, "Fuck! How many details do you have left to tell me about this matter?" “It depends on when it’s used.” Lumian briefly mentioned the situation of having his flesh and blood eroded by the aura of the Blood Emperor. Franka had forgotten her anger and looked carefully at Lumian's raised right palm, finally discovering the few subtle marks that seemed to be caused by squeezing. "Wow, you actually have the aura of a true God. Even though it's just an empty shell, it's still the aura of a true God, and a true God from the same path as you." Franka exclaimed with envy, wishing she could get one for herself. She then looked at Lumian's left hand, which was still bound with bandages. "What's on this one?" "Nothing, just to attract attention." Lumian replied with a smile. Franca was stunned for two seconds: "You are such a sinister person! If you were promoted to 'Conspirator', you would digest it very quickly!" "I hope the result is as good as you wish." Lumian was not modest. ………… In the afternoon, Lumian took a public carriage to the north bank of the Serenzo River and arrived at the Ruwa Complex Execution Ground in the prison area. One of the great hobbies of the citizens of Trier is watching the execution of criminals. Although today is not a weekend, there are still quite a few people gathered here. There are even many vendors setting up stalls or walking around, selling food and drinks.
There are many brightly dressed street prostitutes looking for business, as well as a group of writers who come here specifically to hang out. If it weren't for the name "Royalton Execution Ground" written on the intersection, and the gallows and guillotine standing in the distance, Lumian would have suspected that he had come to the wrong place and entered some bustling and noisy market nearby. Walking on the rammed earth ground, Lumian hid himself among the crowd and walked around the execution ground like he was strolling through a market. He didn't see anyone suspicious, but he saw a dozen or twenty men and women holding bread crowded to the front. Their clothes were very old, and some of them could be called simple. After a long while, the crowd suddenly surged and squeezed to both sides of the road leading to the execution ground to welcome the team coming from Saint-Marc Prison. Lumian did not join in the fun, but he heard people cheering, whistling, and a woman shouting "I will marry you". The latter is not a proposal, but a mockery of past folk customs. In the classical era before Emperor Roselle, if a death row prisoner was walking from prison to the execution ground, and someone among the onlookers proposed to him and he chose to accept, he would be sentenced to a commutation and survive. However, not all death row prisoners would accept it. Some attached great importance to appearance, while others were very dignified and chose to use death to uphold their own ideals. The two most famous cases are that a handsome death row inmate rejected the marriage proposal of a female bystander, thinking that her appearance was a nightmare, and that a beautiful girl gave up saving herself in the face of the executioner's courtship, saying that it was an insult to love and marriage. Lumian squeezed to the front row of onlookers and saw two death row prisoners standing in the rammed earth execution area. They were all relatively young, no more than thirty years old, wearing the same standard prisoner uniform - red short jackets, yellow trousers, green hats, with iron balls dragging on their feet and their hands tied behind their backs with iron chains. These two men, one with black hair and blue eyes, the other with brown hair and brown eyes, both looked good, but when they looked at each other, they were filled with hatred. Seeing that the executioner had arrived at the designated location, the two prisoners raised their rifles and shouted at the same time: "for freedom!" "Restore the glory!" After shouting, the two men looked at each other angrily, fell down amid the sound of gunfire, and blood gushed out. Those who were holding the bread became excited, but were stopped by the soldiers in front of them and could not rush to the shooting point. After the situations of the two death row prisoners were confirmed, the soldiers marched away, and the citizens holding bread rushed frantically toward the blood-stained rammed earth. Lumian didn't look at them, but instead looked around to see who was enjoying this absurd comedy. PS: Today is the second update to ask for October guaranteed monthly tickets~Double period, it will be a waste if you don’t vote~ (End of this chapter)