Fake? Lumian moved his right eyebrow, as if he heard fate ruthlessly mocking Charlie.

Charlie gave up his fragile principles, slept with Mrs. Alice for a few days, got into a life lawsuit, lost his job as a trainee waiter, and all he got in exchange was a fake diamond necklace?

For some reason, Lumian suddenly felt the urge not to surrender to fate.

Although this was not his thing, it made him feel a little bit similar.

I'm going to fuck fate!

You have ridiculed me, and I will come back with ridicule and provocation!

At this moment, Lumian vaguely grasped another law of acting as the "provocateur", but it was still crude and not accurate enough.

He looked at Charlie and asked thoughtfully: "Do you think Mrs. Alice deceived you, or did the people at the pawn shop see that you were in poor condition and were unable to identify the authenticity of the necklace, so they deliberately found such a reason to keep the price as low as possible?"

"I, I don't know." Charlie was extremely aloof and painful.

After a pause, he added with difficulty: "I suspect it's Mrs. Alice. Look, there are so many people coming here to mortgage, and appraisers handle dozens or hundreds of items every day, many of which are valuables. It's impossible. You only lied to me, right? She, how could she..."

Charlie couldn't tell.

Shouldn't pawnshops be allowed to deceive everyone equally, and the price will be as high as possible, and the more expensive the item, the more it will be deducted? Lumian sighed, and chuckled: "Why not? Many rich people don't get rich by being kind and hardworking. If they can deceive you with fake ones, why should they give real ones?"

"Maybe Mrs. Alice is such a rich person, or even not so rich, who cheats young people like you by staying at the White Swan Hotel."

Lumian did not deny all wealthy people, because among that group, a large number of people did make a fortune through talent, talent, hard work and opportunities, such as Aurore.

After being teased by him, Charlie's facial muscles became visibly distorted.

He said angrily to himself: "Yes, during this period, Mrs. Alice has not treated me to a big meal. She always asks me to go to room service at seven or eight o'clock in the evening...

You are so easy to deceive. Are you really a Limu? Lumian couldn't help but raise his hands to cover his face.

He immediately stood up and said, "Bring that necklace back and let's look at another pawn shop."

"What if it's true?"

Charlie was stunned for a moment and said, "Okay, okay!"

He was not so willing either.

Lumian warned again: "Check carefully and don't let them change the necklace."

"Yeah." Charlie tried to cheer up, "I was looking at that necklace every day some time ago and remembered every detail of it!"

After getting the diamond necklace back, Lumian accompanied Charlie to find two other pawn shops in the observatory area.

The appraisal result was the same as before. The necklace was fake and could only be used as 11-15 Fir gold.

Charlie becomes more and more frustrated and more and more broken.

Lumian glanced at him and said with relief: "At least you can still work as a dozen Fergins, which is enough for you to last for more than a week, and you have spare money to go to the cafe on White Coat Street to treat the waiters to drinks and let them introduce new jobs. .”

Including rent, Charlie spends about 1 Filkin per day, and it will be less if he doesn't go to the underground bar for a drink.

"Yeah..." Charlie sighed.

He was extremely disappointed and after accepting the reality, after being told this, he felt that there was still hope in life.

Lumian thought for a while and said: "We cannot rule out other possibilities. For example, the pawnshop here has private contacts and communications, specifically to defraud people like you who are not well-dressed and have mortgaged valuable items without corresponding invoices. You Should I take the necklace to a specialized jewelry store for appraisal?"

"That will pay a fee." Charlie showed a troubled expression.

It's okay if it's authentic, but if it's fake, his small assets may be reduced by one-third to one-half.

Lumian sighed and said, "Give me the diamond necklace and I will help you find a friend to appraise it for free."

kind of. You should still have some money on you to last you through today, right? "

"www.youxs.org." Charlie handed the diamond necklace to Lumian with expectant eyes.

Lumian put away the necklace and said with a smile: "Aren't you worried that it will be authenticated if it is authenticated, but I will give you a fake one and tell you that there is no problem with those pawn shops?"

"..." Charlie's expression stiffened again.

After a second, he breathed out and said, "I believe you, and I already thought it was false."

Lumian waved goodbye to Charlie and walked towards Purgatory Square.

Near the catacombs, Osta Trull was wearing a hooded black robe, sitting in his old position facing the bonfire.

"Aren't you going to change places?" Lumian walked over and asked funnyly.

Aosta chuckled and said: "My divination and interpretation have a certain degree of accuracy. Many people have introduced friends here. If we change places, wouldn't we lose the accumulated customers? Those are all Ferkin!" "

"What do you mean by accumulated customers? They are obviously accumulated fools." Lumian said half-jokingly and half-sarcastically.

Aosta didn't dare to refute.

Lumian immediately asked: "I have something to ask Mr. K, how should I contact him?"

It turned out that he was not here to find me... Aosta breathed a sigh of relief quietly and said quickly: "Those who have attended the party can go directly to the headquarters of "Psychic" magazine, which is the building where we had the party. No. 19 Seer Street, knock on the door of room 103 in a rhythm of three long, two short and one long. Then someone will take you to see Mr. K. If you don’t want to go in person, you can send a letter to the address: Room 103, No. 19 Seer Street, Boulevard District , the recipient is Guillaume Pierre."

What a fake pseudonym... The rhythm of knocking on the door at ordinary times is different from the rhythm of knocking on the door before the party... Mr. K didn't even tell me this. Did he think Aosta could speak? Lumian nodded, said goodbye to Aosta, and returned to the ground.

When passing the entrance of the catacombs, he saw a group of visitors holding lit white candles, following the administrator through the naturally formed arch and entering the "Empire of Death".

Withdrawing his gaze, Lumian walked all the way out and took a public carriage to No. 19 Sher Street in the Boulevard District.

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intelligence.

When he attended the party, he deliberately covered his face with a bandage and restored the state when he killed Maggot, in order to let Mr. K know about the incident and thus show his own value and impulsive and extreme personality.

And this can also "win" Mr. K's trust.

Lumian shook his head: "It's another question..." He then told how he knew Charlie, how he helped him get out of trouble but was hated by Susanna Mathis, and how he was almost killed by that weird creature. Fortunately, the official was extraordinary The reporter arrived in time and told the story exactly as it was. There was not a single lie, but many details were not mentioned.

This corroborates the information he wanted to buy at the party.

"Do you want to seek refuge?" Mr. K asked in a low voice after listening quietly.

Diyou? Do you think too highly of yourself? A more accurate word would be protection! Lumian mumbled a few words silently, then solemnly nodded and said, "Yes."

Mr. K said in a hoarse voice: "That should be a soul-like creature, much like an evil spirit. Under normal circumstances, as long as you move out of the market area, it will no longer be able to affect you, but the official extraordinary people have obviously focused on this matter." The thing is, if you move away now, you are likely to be suspected. Moreover, if Susanna Mattis remembers you or even marks you, you may be attacked wherever you are. Many abilities can transcend the distance limit, no It needs to actually leave the territory.”

No wonder those two ladies didn’t suggest that I move away... Lumian nodded thoughtfully: "Then what should I do?"

Mr. K said slowly: "I can provide some protection, but you need to do something for me."

"What's going on?" Lumian asked "urgently".

Mr. K clasped his hands in front of him and said, "Join any gang in the market area and become the leader."

The organization behind Mr. K wants to indirectly control the market area? Lumian replied without hesitation: "No problem!"

Mr. K nodded slowly and held his left index finger with his right hand.

Then, he pulled hard and tore off the finger, revealing the bloody wound and white bones.

Lumian felt a very painful feeling just seeing it.

Surprisingly, there was no blood seeping out of Mr. K's wound or that finger. They were just twisting, shrinking, and gradually "healing" at the edges.

"Bring it with you, it will help you in critical moments." Mr. K threw the severed finger towards Lumian.

The flesh and blood on the wound on his left palm where the finger was missing was squirming violently, as if it was about to grow a new one.

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