Chapter 405 Good Luck Lumian looked at the portrait in his hand and laughed quietly. He really didn't expect that the Major Arcana cards would quickly figure out the source of the rumor and find out the true appearance of "I Have a Friend". This is normal to think about. The rumor appeared two or three months ago, and Lumian had not yet come to Trier, nor had he infiltrated the "Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society". Neither "Loki" nor "I Have a Friend" felt any real threat, so they were naturally unscrupulous when doing "pranks". No matter how cautious they were, they could not have done it to the extent they did now, and it was inevitable that some traces would be left. It is very difficult for other extraordinary people to discover such traces, but Ms. Justice is a high-ranking person in the "audience" path, that is, the "psychologist" path. She not only has a sufficient understanding of the various abilities of "I Have a Friend", but also restrains him in all aspects. Even if the person who actually took action was not the holder of the Major Arcana card, her partner Susie would be able to complete the task brilliantly, because in Lumian's cognition, this lady was at least Sequence 5 of the "Psychologist" pathway, and was only one step away from becoming a demigod. Looking at the portrait of "I Have a Friend" with gold-rimmed glasses, freckles on his face, a thin face, and short brown hair parted in half, Lumian stroked the paper, raised the corners of his mouth, and muttered to himself: “Everywhere you go, you leave a trace… "Those who cannot control their desire to do evil will be found out one day." He took the portrait and knocked on the door of room 305 while Anthony Reid, who often went out early and came back late, had not left the Golden Rooster Hotel. "Please keep an eye on this person for me. He is very likely a doctor or medical researcher." Lumian showed the portrait to Anthony Reid, who was dressed as a clerk. Then, he briefly talked about the performance of "my friend" at the party and several representative pranks, and asked sincerely: "Where would such a man hide?"
Anthony Reid sighed and said: "I'm a 'psychologist', not a 'fortune teller'. "You said that he usually showed a wealth of medical knowledge in gatherings?" After receiving Lumian's affirmative answer, Anthony Reid thought for a moment and said: "In a party full of pranks, the details displayed by the Beyonder of the Audience Path should be the details he wants you to remember. They are not equal to his true image, and may even be the opposite. "I presumed that 'I have a friend' wasn't actually a doctor, but knew enough about medicine to have accumulated a wealth of knowledge." Actually, he is not a doctor... Ms. "Magician" also mentioned in her letter that we should not limit the search to doctors... But if we do that, millions of people in Trier will be suspects... Lumian is both relieved and worried. Anthony Reid added two sentences: "Such a person with anti-human tendencies and sufficient intelligence is likely to have a hobby of challenging dangers and likes to tease others as clowns. It may not be long before he will pull another prank and mock all his pursuers." The premise is that he didn't know that several demigods were watching this matter... After watching Anthony Reid hurried out, Lumian turned to White Coat Street. He had originally planned to ask Lugano Toscano, the quasi-doctor, if he knew the person in the portrait, but it was too early, the Mill Ballroom had not yet opened, and he didn't know where the guy lived. 3 White Coat Street, Apartment 601. Franca had already woken up because she also received a letter from her Major Arcana and was discussing possible directions for investigation with Janna. "We can't entrust too many intelligence dealers to find out. It would be easy for 'My Friend' to find out in advance and change his appearance or leave Trier." Franca reminded Lumian. Lumian nodded slowly and said: "There is little hope of finding such a man in Trier on our own..." "Isn't there still Anthony?" Franca winked at Lumian, meaning that there are also all the license holders in Trier. "Yeah, I'll help too." Janna offered. Lumian hummed, and decided to follow the predetermined plan and start with the doctors. ………… In the afternoon, Janna came to Market Avenue and waited for the public carriage at the bus stop.
Today she was wearing a beige long skirt and a light brown straw hat with a few cloth flowers on it to block the sun. She had her brown hair tied into a light bun at the back of her head, and the rest of her hair was let down naturally. She was not wearing any makeup and her face was very clean. Although her blue eyes lacked the black lines to contrast with them, they looked even sweeter. Janna took a public carriage and went all the way to District 7, which is the hot spring area. This area is located on the west side of the Observatory District. It has a good environment and many wealthy people. The owner of the bankrupt Goodville Chemical Factory used to live here, and the White Swan Hotel where Charlie worked as an apprentice waiter is also here. There are many famous museums in the hot spring area, also known as the "Museum District", and Trier's largest and most formal insane asylum, Delta, is located next to one of the hot springs. Jenna went to visit the underground singer who had taken great care of her, the "flashy girl" who was raped by Maggot of the Sting Gang, and was physically and mentally devastated. She left the market area and lived in a mental hospital. When Lumian killed Maggot, Janna found her and told her the good news, and she has been visiting her regularly since then. Originally, Janna herself didn't have much money and was always thinking about repaying her debts, so she couldn't do much for her friend. Later, she earned 5000 Fel gold in one go from Lumian's hunting of the parish priest. With the two compensations and various income, after paying off all the debts except Franka, she still had more than 7500 Fel gold left. Because Franca's repayment pressure was very small, Janna was finally able to spare some money to send the former "flashy girl" to Delta Asylum, which had significantly better facilities, environment, doctors, and nurses. She would visit the patient every once in a while, firstly to pay the fees, and secondly to show the doctors and nurses that this patient had relatives and friends who cared about her, and that if anyone dared to bully her, there would be someone to support her. Janna got off the public carriage, put on a brown straw hat, and walked along a rather busy and prosperous street. After a few steps, she saw a little boy of seven or eight years old standing alone on the side of the road. The little boy had a chubby face and was wearing a formal suit suitable for a little gentleman. His light yellow hair was combed neatly. Noticing that the little boy looked confused, Janna walked over, lowered her body, and asked kindly: "Have you lost your family? Do you need me to take you to the police station, or call the police directly?" The little boy had a mercury-colored bow tie on his white shirt. He sighed and said: "I'm not lost. It's just that a woman who likes to drink asked me for a favor, but I didn't know how to help her. It seemed a bit dangerous over there, so I had to wait here." Over there...Janna looked in the direction the little boy raised his finger and felt that he was talking about the memorial area, the market area or the botanical garden area. "Why do we have to wait here to help?" Janna found it difficult to understand the child's thinking. The chubby little boy sighed again: "I don't know why, my instinct told me to do it." Having said this, he raised his head and looked at Janna with a pitiful expression: "Can you buy me an ice cream? It's so hot in Trier!" "Where is the lady who likes drinking and asked you for help?" Janna asked doubtfully and cautiously. The little boy looked around and said: "After I told her to wait here, she went to find a place to drink." Isn't this too irresponsible? What if the child gets lost? Janna couldn't help but frowned. The little boy said again with eager eyes: "You can buy ice cream from this cafe, so I can have the ice cream and wait inside without worrying about getting lost." That is to say, Jana has been financially well-off recently. She hesitated for a few seconds and said: "What flavor do you want?" "Vanilla!" the little boy answered quickly and loudly.
Janna then spent 1 Filkin to buy the little boy a cup of vanilla ice cream in the cafe next door. The little boy sat by the window and took the cup of ice cream, letting his joy show on his face: "Thank you, good luck to you!" Janna ignored the other party's thanks. After seeing the little boy eating his ice cream attentively, she quickly left the place and found the patrolling police officers and told them that there was a lost child in the cafe ahead. After confirming that the two police officers had entered the cafe, Janna breathed a sigh of relief and continued forward with brisk steps. Soon, she arrived at Delta Asylum. This insane asylum is close to the hot springs. Behind the wall is a gray-blue three-story building with an annex. The building is surrounded by green lawns bathed in golden sunlight and many activity equipment. The environment is very good. Jenna met her friend smoothly. The former "exaggerated girl" was just like other female patients, with short hair, a plain face, and calm eyes. She looked no different from a normal person. When Janna chatted with her, she often had the illusion that she was not sick or crazy, but Janna was also very clear that once she was stimulated in some way, she would immediately go into a manic state, hurting both herself and others. After chatting for nearly half an hour, Janna walked out of the designated meeting room and prepared to leave. As she walked through the outer corridor, she cast her eyes out the window. On a green lawn, twenty or thirty mentally ill patients were either walking slowly or thinking alone, or leaning against trees and basking in the sun, or gathered together, muttering to each other about something. They also behaved like normal people. Janna glanced around casually and was about to look away. Just then, she saw a figure wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown. The figure was over meters tall, with short brown hair parted in the middle. His flaxen eyes were mostly blocked by gold-rimmed glasses. His face was obviously thin and had many freckles. At this moment, he was basking in the sun, pacing back and forth on the green lawn, as if thinking about some philosophical questions. Janna's pupils suddenly dilated. This, this is "I Have a Friend"! (End of this chapter)