Lord of the Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

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"How are you? Do you know each other?" Franka turned her head and looked at the silent Lumian.

Lumian withdrew his gaze from the gradually dimming mirror and replied in a low voice: "I have met the people from Hugo Artois in his campaign team."

Franka frowned, put away her makeup mirror and said, "What exactly happened?"

Lumian briefly recounted what happened to Ruhl and the Michels, and finally said: "This person is very problematic."

Franca sighed and said: "You are so miserable that you are a scavenger, why do you still encounter this kind of thing?" She then sneered and said: "Hugues Artois can be evaluated by Ms. Yue as a sufficiently enlightened person. I won't be surprised if there are any weird guys around me." At this point, Franka paused, looked at Lumian and said: "Hugh Artois is now a member of Congress, openly or secretly. There will be a lack of protection. If we do something against him or the people around him, it will be easily traced and the consequences will be very serious.

"This matter should be left to the official Beyonders for follow-up investigation. I can't guarantee anything else. At least the Purifiers of the Inquisition and the members of the Mechanical Heart will not turn a blind eye to similar things and will definitely find ways to find out the truth of the matter. and the target’s condition.”

Lumian nodded slowly and then asked: "Which route and sequence would it be? A mouthful of phlegm can infect a person with such a fatal disease."

On the way from the Golden Rooster Hotel to White Coat Street, he carefully recalled the low-sequence information on the twenty-two paths to God recorded in Aurore's witchcraft notebook, and found that none of them fit the current situation.

Franka thought about it seriously and said: "My understanding of the twenty-two paths to God is similar to that of your sister. It's just that I have a deeper understanding of some aspects. The only sequences that I can think of currently that meet the conditions are One, but it has a higher status and is limited to women, which is inconsistent with the situation of the target." Since we have all met the Great Mother and the scroller of the Mother Tree of Desire, why can't the target be someone who has received the gift of another evil god?

"Haha, if the belief in evil gods is really involved, the extraordinary people from the two major churches will definitely work harder.

"Well, the circumstances of Ruel's death are very characteristic. As long as the policemen who come to explore the scene are not blind, they will report it to the superiors immediately and let the people who can handle it handle it."

Lumian said "hmm" and his expression softened a little.

After saying goodbye to Franka, he returned to the Golden Rooster Hotel.

When passing by the front desk, Mrs. Fells stood up and said with a hint of fear and flattery: "Good morning, Mr. Charles."

A few days ago, the police informed her that Mr. Efe believed in a cult and became a wanted criminal, and asked her to use the rent income during this period to pay for various expenses, maintain the normal operation of the hotel, and keep good accounts. When the election is over, they will Solve the problem of the fate of the Golden Rooster Hotel as soon as possible.

This made Mrs. Fells uneasy, fearing that the new boss would fire her. Therefore, she subconsciously tried to please Charles, hoping that the leader of the Savoyard Party could say a few words to her - no matter who took over the Golden Rooster Hotel, they would not offend the corresponding gang too much. The kind with a strong background Except.

"Good morning." Lumian responded simply, and walked up the stairs to the third floor where a lot of newspapers and pink paper were pasted on the wall to cover up stains, cracks, and bed bugs.

He closed the door of Room 302 before the tenants on the third floor got up, so until now, no one has discovered that Ruhl and Michelle were dead.

——Mrs. Michel’s singing before hanging herself did not alarm the surrounding neighbors. For the tenants living in the disorderly streets, there will be any noise at night, including singing, shooting, fighting, and shouting. , sports, all kinds, not worth caring about.

Lumian first put the silk handkerchief back into a hidden place in the bathroom, then stopped in front of room 302, stretched out his left palm wearing a black glove, turned the handle, and opened the wooden door.

In the room, Mrs. Michel's body hung quietly. The smell of the food next to Ruhl mixed with the smell of the surrounding garbage, permeating the brighter light.

Lumian stared at it for more than ten seconds, turned around slowly and left.

It was almost eight o'clock when the two policemen were notified last time and arrived at the Golden Rooster Hotel. They saw Lumian who had been disguised using "Peeping Glasses".

"Why is another person dead?" The policeman who had questioned Lumian before asked unhappily.

His face has deep lines, but his facial features are not good and he looks a bit old.

Lumian replied calmly: "One died of illness. I'm not a doctor, so I can't save him."

"Where's the other one?" the policeman asked.

Lumian said calmly: "I was hit and hanged myself."

The old-looking policeman frowned and moved into room 302 with his companions.

The first thing he saw was Mrs. Michel's body hanging from the window frame, and he instinctively covered his nose.

It's so dirty and smelly here!

Immediately afterwards, his eyes swept over Ruel's body and saw the pieces of ulcerated skin and flesh.

"Son of a bitch, is this called illness?" He couldn't help but turn his head and look at Lumian with a look of shock and fear.

Lumian briefly described what happened last night, except that he didn't mention that Ruel's condition had deteriorated when he was at the Roebling Clinic. It was only thanks to him that he drank half a bottle of "healing potion" to save him, and passed the credit to the Fool. Fever reducers from drug companies.

He also shared details such as his suspicion that there was an infectious agent in the pile of rubbish collected by the Ruhls last night, and asked them to sleep in room 307. He also talked about Mrs. Michel's mention of a silk handkerchief in the bathroom.

The two policemen became more and more silent as they listened, and their expressions were a bit wrong.

After Lumian finished speaking, they quickly went to the bathroom to confirm the existence of the silk handkerchief.

The old-looking policeman looked at Charles outside, and said to his companions in a low voice: "It's another occult incident. You stay here and watch the scene, and I will report the incident."

The other policeman nodded: "No problem." Lumian looked at their division of labor and waited patiently for the arrival of the official Beyonder.

In less than two-quarters of an hour, the old-looking policeman returned to the Golden Rooster Hotel.

He is alone.

What about the official Beyonders? Lumian's eyes widened slightly.

The old-looking policeman avoided Lumian, pulled his companion to the end of the corridor, and started communicating in a whisper.

Lumian was far away, trying hard to listen but still couldn't hear what was being said.

After a while, the old-looking policeman walked up to Lumian and said with a serious face: "Initially confirmed to be death from illness or suicide."

No more investigation? Lumian's eyebrows moved slightly.

The policeman repeated what he said when taking Flemish's body away, put on gloves, put the silk handkerchief into a cloth bag, and tied it tightly.

Lumian watched in silence as they put down the body, wrapped Ruel, and put it into a body bag. All kinds of thoughts were in his mind: "With such a death state, the official extraordinary people think there is no problem, and there is no need to conduct an investigation?" In other words, the policeman didn't report the matter, and the official Beyonders don't know yet?

"Someone stopped him and asked him to treat this matter as an ordinary death that did not involve a criminal offense?

Thoughts settled one by one, Lumian quietly followed the police who carried the two corpses onto the carriage.

He wandered farther away, smelling the lingering odor on Ruhl and Michel, and followed them all the way to the entrance of the police headquarters in the market area.

Looking at the door where uniformed police officers came and went from time to time, Lumian frowned slightly.

He initially suspected that a certain officer in the police headquarters had stopped the two policemen, but he could not further confirm who it was.

Even if he followed up with the police headquarters, given the environment there and his identity, it would be impossible to track him all the way to the corresponding office. And if he observed from the outside, he would have no way of knowing which person walking out of the door had a problem.

Lumian once again thought about the direction of the investigation: "Ask Franka to use divination?

"But there is no media at all." To put it another way, why did the police officer stop the investigation? Did he know that someone would be involved, or was it that someone had already alerted him to similar things in advance?

“If it’s the latter, it’s most likely a powerful figure in the parliamentarian’s office.”

Lumian felt relieved, left the door of the police headquarters, and quickly walked outside the khaki four-story building where the congressman's office was located in the market area.

He squatted at the entrance of the alley across the street and stayed with a group of homeless people.

Not long after, he saw a police officer.

The police officer was round, in his early forties, with brown hair and blue eyes. His black epaulettes had a silver-white iris flower divided into three petals.

This stands for Chief Inspector, one level below the Superintendent.

Seeing the chief inspector turning into the congressman's office, Lumian raised the corners of his mouth and showed a slight smile.

The second floor of the khaki four-story building.

Tybalt, who was pale and had curly yellow hair, entered the office of the parliamentary secretary.

The secretary was in her thirties, with neatly combed black hair, blue eyes blocked by gold-rimmed glasses, regular features, and a gentle temperament.

He looked at Tybalt who was coughing intermittently, threw out a cloth bag, and said with a cold expression: "I found your handkerchief."

Tibalt, who had dark yellow curly hair and was dressed in a black formal suit, smiled and said, "It's very fast."

"Asshole." The parliamentary secretary cursed, "Don't you know that your phlegm can make others infected with diseases? Aren't you afraid that people from the two major churches will find out?"

Tibalt's brown eyes were indifferent and he said nonchalantly: "At most two or three untouchables will die, and no one will care about them.

"I have been sick for long enough and haven't received any new gifts yet. This makes me very irritable and makes me want to kill someone." The parliamentary secretary looked at him for a few seconds and reprimanded in a deep voice: "If I hadn't taken precautions in advance, the Purifier would have been killed." Coming to find you." It doesn't matter if you die, don't affect us.

"Tybalt, there will be no next time."

Tybalt shrugged his shoulders, accepting the criticism.

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