Lord of Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

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"Why do you have such a dream? It's as real as it is..." Lumian slowed down and checked his body, but found nothing unusual.

But in the dream just now, he was not much different from wearing the "Secret Peeping Glasses" again, and he saw more things.

After thinking about it for a while, Lumian suspected that after wearing the "secret-peeping glasses" three times in a row, the negative effects remained. Then he encountered the environment where old bones were buried in the Breeze Ballroom, so he had a certain physique in his dream.

It seems that there is really a problem with the ground here...

Lumian sighed silently, turned over and got out of bed, put on his coat, and planned to sleep in another place to verify his speculation.

At this time, the night was very dark, and there were no lights from the Breeze Ballroom. He followed the shadow of the roadside and returned to the Golden Rooster Hotel, which had locked its gate.

Lumian didn't bother, he didn't try to knock on the door to wake up Mrs. Firth, who was not very good-tempered. He walked around to the side, followed the water pipe, and crawled into the balcony on the second floor. In room 207, Lumian I fell asleep until six o'clock in the morning, and only had two short dreams sporadically in the middle, which is very normal.

"Sure enough, it was the old bones in the depths of the Breeze Ballroom that triggered the remaining power of the spy glasses in me..."

Lumian sat up with both joy and disappointment.

He originally planned to use the "secret-peeping glasses" to make one to two pictures with supernatural powers every day, and save them for possible future needs, but now it seems that the "secret-peeping glasses" cannot be used too frequently. At least you have to wait until all the previous negative influences subside before you try again, otherwise, after a long period of time, some horrible and weird things are likely to happen, and finally let him die as strangely as the "lawyer" who left the glasses Weird oil paintings with lasting effects.

"Go to the Breeze Ballroom to sleep again tonight, and judge whether the negative effects are completely gone by whether or not you have that kind of dream...

After that, you can’t wear it more than II times in a short period of time... This is because Mr. K didn’t mention the details. Well, you still have to use it yourself. You can understand it intuitively after experiencing it... Lumian got up energetically and went to the bathroom to finish it. wash up.

Today is Sunday, many tenants rest, and the morning is very quiet, there is almost no competition for the bathroom.

And Mrs. Firth came up every now and then to check the water meters on each floor to see if anyone was wasting the tap water.

The contract signed between the Golden Rooster Hotel and the Imperial Water Supply Company is that the water supply shall not be less than 250 liters per day, not more than 500 liters, and 100 Filkin per year.

Lumian walked slowly to the cafe on White Coat Street, tried some more distinctive foods such as sabre cookies and croissant-shaped but softer Brioche bread, and then found a place to do exercise. When he got back to the Golden Rooster, he saw Charlie sitting on the outside steps in a linen shirt and black trousers, eating a meatloaf with a cider.

"So early?" Lumian asked with a smile.

The Breeze Ballroom doesn't close until midnight, and it's not yet 8:30 in the morning.

Charlie didn't know it for a while, so he got up quickly, greeted the boss, and got along with him as usual. After hesitating for a while, he stood up and said with a sneer, "I have to sleep for a while and get ready to go to the ballroom."

I don't think it can always be like this, there must be some time when I don't have to sleep or work, otherwise, I will feel, feel that the Breeze Ballroom will open at ten o'clock in the morning at the earliest.

"It feels like I don't have my own life, like a machine dedicated to work?" Lumian helped Charlie complete the following words.

"Yeah!"

Charlie agrees, you are so cultured! Sometimes you're not at all like a gangster, er, like a Savoyard leader, but more like a civilized person.

If there is no accident, I should be studying in a university in the memorial hall area. In my spare time, I will go to Trier underground with my classmates to take risks.

This is what he used to observe Suzanne. The question of whether Mattis still exists and when it will explode is a tool.

"You, what are you looking at?"

Charlie was a little panicked, did you see anything wrong? Recently, the fortune has been normal and relatively stable... Lumian felt relieved, raised his right hand with a smile, and waved to Charlie's back: "Good morning Suzanne!"

Charlie turned around quickly, his eyes widened, not letting go of any details. After a few seconds, he exhaled and turned his body halfway, forced a smile, and said to Lumian, "You're joking again." The name is His recent lingering nightmare.

"I'm training your mental endurance. In this way, if something goes wrong again, you won't panic and be unable to think of a solution."

Lumian patted Charlie on the shoulder earnestly.

When it was almost half past nine, he returned to Dancing Breeze.

As soon as they entered the door, Louis and Sakota greeted them, and said in unison, "Boss, there is something to do!"

"What's the matter?" Lumian asked with a smile, as if he couldn't see the anxiety and uneasiness of the second subordinate.

Louis looked at the stairs and said in a low voice: "Red Boots", "Giant", and "Mouse" are all here, and something serious should have happened.

"Every leader has come?" Lumian recalled what he had done recently, but he didn't find anything that offended all the leaders of the Savoie Party.

He's been very quiet these days! "right."

Louis nodded heavily.

Lumian went up to the second floor indifferently, and saw Franka and the others.

Franca changed into a pair of darker and deeper red boots, and wore light-colored trousers and a dark skirt that Trier has recently become popular to match with trousers, over which she wore a more masculine formal suit.

She raised her right leg and rested it on top of her left leg, and looked at Lumian who was walking over with a smile.

On her right is Baron Brinel, who is wearing a formal suit and a top hat, and on her left is a man who is not more than 1.6 meters tall, with a thin face and a mouse mustache. This man is wearing a dark brown jacket and has gray hair. Gray and black, quite bushy, dark blue eyes, with a little anxiety.

"Mouse 'Christo."

Baron Brinel introduced Lumian quite politely.

He then pointed at a man opposite and said, "Blood Palm Black."

Black has brown hair, blue eyes, a round face, looks in his early thirties, and has a warm smile, which doesn't look like a gang leader at all.

He was wearing clothes closer to a formal suit, and his two palms were too big with sharp knuckles, holding a slow-burning cigar.

"Good morning, everyone."

Lumian dragged an armchair and sat one meter away from the table, assuming that I am the owner here.

giant. Simon glanced at him, took a sip of his cigarette and exhaled gray-blue smoke and said, "Christo is in some trouble and needs our help."

"What's the trouble?" Lumian turned his attention to "Mouse" Christo, who is an important contributor to the huge profits of the Breeze Ballroom.

Although the smuggled wine he sells definitely has a price increase, just because there is no tax, the price is much cheaper than those in the liquor wholesale stores in Trier. Moreover, a large part of what Christo sells is bootleg wine. Christo, who looks like a mouse, gritted his teeth and said, "I have a batch? The goods disappeared in the ground."

The people who delivered and secured the goods were gone too, **** it, my brother was in there too, and his wife and kids are crying at my house right now! "What happened in the underground Trier? The smugglers are also divided into those who carry goods and those who provide force. Osta Trull said that he has helped people memorize underground books before. Well, the underground Trier cannot use carriages, etc. Things can only be carried by people... Lumian nodded slightly, and then asked: "What? ""A batch of red wine and brandy, and some black fish. "

mouse. Christo couldn't help but patted the table, "Damn it, I've walked that route many times and never had any accidents before, and I haven't encountered that group of hyenas. quarry police."

Seeing that Lumian was a little puzzled, Baron Brinel explained casually: "The black fish refers to the gun."

Among the five most profitable businesses of the gangsters, the moonshine wine industry chain is the second most profitable. The arms business earns the least because of the small demand, and the most profitable casino business is not so popular in the market area, because people here have income They are not too high, and the money that can be squeezed out is quite limited. Compared with gambling that requires brains, those people who have been busy all day would rather drink some cheap wine, twist their bodies and find a beautiful dancer to vent.

As for the sale of psychotropic drugs, it is the Trier Police Department that severely cracks down on it.

After repeated warnings from the police headquarters in the market area, there were no similar incidents at the Breeze Ballroom, but occasionally there would be a few incidents at the Nightingale Street Dance Hall managed by "Giant" Simon.

Lumian looked at "Mouse" Christo and said, "Is there anyone you suspect?" "No." Christo said annoyedly, "Damn it, that route is very hidden, except for me and my people, the market No one in the area knows."

He paused for a moment, and said why he came here: "I would like to ask you to help me go to that route to find clues, using the means that the pricers are best at."

I've already gone through it myself, but I haven't gained anything. Waiting for Lumian to speak? red boots. Franka nodded and said, "We II will go in groups, so that nothing happens on the ground and nobody cares."

"Well, I'm in a team with Charles, and I happen to have something to talk to him about." The giant said. Simon's eyes moved back and forth between Franka and Charles several times, and finally remembered that Charles suspected that Franka's mistress had slept with him, and put a green hat on her.

Taking the opportunity to trouble Charles? "Giant" Simon nodded invisibly, and said to "Blood Palm" Black: "We are in a group of two."

Baron Brinel immediately looked at "Mouse" Christo: "I will walk with you again."

After Baron Brinel and Simon the Giant completed the underground route, Lumian and Franke "Red Boots" followed a smuggler into the underground Trier.