Seeing this, Lumian quickly ended the ceremony and extinguished the candles in the correct order.

The murmurs filling his ears disappeared, and the intense pain stopped abruptly before it could emerge.

After roughly packing up the altar, Lumian set his sights on the gold coin worth 5 fils.

It looks normal. Under the light of the carbide lamp, it shines with a charming golden color. It is no different from other coins in essence.

Lumian's eyes suddenly became profound, and he regarded the gold coin as a real person to observe its fate.

Normally, it could not see the fate of an item, but this time, the situation was different. After concentrating, it found that the gold coin was surrounded by black air, with a little blood-colored light in it.

The former is a symbol of bad luck, and the latter represents a certain degree of bloody disaster.

Huh... Lumian breathed a sigh of relief.

This means that the "transportation technique" was successful, and the homeless man's very unlucky fate in the next few days was transferred to the gold coin!

But if another person is not found to bear this fate within three days, it will return to the homeless and cannot be transferred again.

Lumian stared at the homeless man for a few more seconds, confirming that its fortune had become normal for the time being, neither good nor bad.

After confirming, Lumian, who was already standing at the edge of the altar, reached out and picked up the 5 fil gold coin as a transfer medium.

It is not worried that this behavior will transfer the bad luck attached to the item to itself, because the triggering of the "Transportation Technique" needs to meet specific conditions; 1. It must be a person who voluntarily takes the gold coin and subjectively holds it. Possessive mentality; 2. During the entire process, the target took advantage that should not have been taken.

In other words, if Lumian takes this gold coin to buy an item, the store owner will not suffer the corresponding bad luck by accepting this item, unless the item it sells to Lumian is a fake. Or facilitate transactions in a fraudulent manner and earn unfair profits.

Similarly, if Lumian took the initiative to put the gold coin in Charlie's pocket, he would not notice it for a moment and use it, and he would not be unlucky.

As the original owner of the gold coin, Lumian would naturally not be affected by the "transportation technique" when he picked it up.

Two simple ways to trigger the "Transportation Technique" are to put it in your pocket and let the target steal it, or pretend to leave it behind and let the target pick it up for the purpose of possession.

Lumian believes that unless Mr. Eve and others who have developed the habit of being stingy make major changes, they will still have an over-limit love for money, and it is easy to fall into traps in this regard.

After dealing with all the traces on the altar, it carried the homeless man on its back and returned to the ground. It threw it into the alley where it was originally, and took off the ropes that bound its hands and feet and the cloth that blindfolded its eyes. strips and cloth covering its ears and nose.

After observing the stray situation, Lumian kicked it, turned around and left.

The homeless man woke up slowly and shouted in abnormal fear like a conditioned reflex:

"Let me go, please!"

It opened its eyes and instinctively looked around, only to find that there was no one around and that it was still sleeping soundly.

The tramp fell silent.

After regaining some consciousness, its first reaction was to put its hand into its pocket.

The cold and hard touch was then transmitted to its brain, and it happily took out a silver coin worth 1 fil gold.

It’s really still there!

It's really still there!

It was not a dream just now!

With the help of the faint crimson moonlight high in the sky and the light from the street lights on the street, the homeless man looked at the silver coin over and over again, and finally confirmed that it was not a fake.

It wasn't until this moment that it thought of checking its own body. Soon it discovered that there was a bandage wrapped around its arm, and a tingling sensation entered its mind.

Other than that, there is nothing unusual.

The tramp groped around, rubbed his butt, and whispered to himself:

"It's not that perverted..."

Before it went bankrupt, it was a person who had seen the world and knew that there were many guys with strange sexual habits in Trier, so some private organizations were born, such as a club that preached that men and women reproduce and that true love is between men. For example, they believed that Only women know how to love women's erotic gatherings.

Just now, Liu Mei thought that he had been attacked and violated by someone who liked smelly and dirty men, but now it seemed that was not the case.

After thinking for a while, it suspected that someone had taken a fancy to its own blood, and some of it was taken away, and the 1 Ferkin hour was paid.

It had heard before that some big shots relied on constant blood exchange to maintain their lives.

"At least 1 ferkin." The tramp instantly became happy and no longer thought about losing blood.

It even hopes that the other party will come to it again, and when the time comes, it will proactively ask how much it wants.

Lumian tossed a copper coin and decided to sleep at the Golden Rooster Hotel tonight; so he went back to room 207 and slept until six in the morning.

By the time it had breakfast outside, exercised, returned to the hotel, changed its clothes, put on a disguise, and was about to go to Market Avenue, the two cleaning ladies had already started busy.

Glancing at the cleaning lady who was about fifty years old and wearing a bright blond wig and makeup, who was disposing of the garbage in the lobby, Lumian stopped and asked thoughtfully:

"You're Elodie, right?"

It heard Charlie mention the other party's name.

"Yes, Mr. Charles." Elodie straightened her back. He was wearing an old but clean gray and white stiletto skirt. He was not short, about 1.65 meters tall. It can be seen from her facial features that she should have been as tall as she was when she was young. not bad.

"You're talking about me?" Lumian asked casually.

Elodie answered truthfully:

"www.youxs.org, says you are the protector of the hotel."

Haha, it's Charlie...

Well, my attitude is normal, I don’t feel inferior or afraid at all...

Lumian began to think that the cleaning lady named Elodie was not the street girl Charlie guessed when she was young.

It asked casually: "I heard from Charlie that you used to be a theater actor?"

"Yes." A smile appeared on Elodie's face, "I have performed in two theaters before, and I played supporting roles. Later, one theater went bankrupt, and the other stopped hiring me for some reasons. At that time, I was only a few years old. It’s bigger.”

Talking about the past, she was obviously a little melancholy.

Lumike nodded and looked at the hotel door; "Then have you heard of the Old Pigeon Cage Theater?"

This is what it really wants to ask.

This cleaner named Elodie was originally a theater actor, and was hired by Mr. Ev, the hotel landlord who had a close relationship with the old pigeonhole. It is a bit suspicious.

Elodie's expression suddenly became vivid: "I know that every one of their plays is excellent, and most of the actors have excellent acting skills. It is a theater worth buying tickets for for a month.

“When I was watching a performance at Laoge Cage, I found someone who was only working as a cleaner for half a day, and then I came here.

So...it sounds like it has nothing to do with Lao Gelong and Mr. Ev...

Lumian did not investigate for the time being, so as not to arouse the other party's suspicion. It smiled and said, "It sounds like you have other jobs?"

Elodie thought that Mr. Charles wanted to find out the origin of the cleaning lady so as not to cause harm to the hotel, so she answered calmly: "I work in a factory south of the market area from two o'clock in the afternoon to ten o'clock in the evening every day, um, The Rue Saint-Gerre is called the Goodville Chemical Plant.

Rue Saint-Gerre is close to the city walls of Trier and is the closest neighbor to the factories in the Botanical Garden.

The custom left over from the Russell period in Trier's factories is that if they want to produce 24 hours a day, they must divide the workers into three teams, one for morning to noon, one for noon to evening, and one for late night .

“It’s very hard”

Lumian sighed.

Elodie smiled and said gently:

"I have two children, and they are about to become adults. When they have their own jobs, I won't have to work so hard."

"Where is your husband?" Lumian asked casually.

Elodie's expression darkened; "It died in a factory accident a few years ago."

Lumian didn't ask any more questions and chatted with another cleaning lady, fulfilling her duty as the protector of the Golden Rooster Hotel.

Then, it left the chaotic street, entered Market Avenue, and walked towards the old Pigeon Cage Theater.

It was not specifically waiting for Mr. Efe, who was suspected of being a fake. It was just taking a look. Its main purpose was to keep an eye on people heading to 126 Market Avenue.

The combination of the two made Lumian decide to stay on Market Avenue on Saturday, wandering around to see if he could hit his target.

Arriving not far from the old Pigeon Cage Theater and Mr. Eve's apartment, Lumian slowed down and sometimes sat with the homeless man, sometimes going to the nearby cafe for a drink.

Now that he's here, of course he has to stay by Mr. Ev's side, since this is also on Market Avenue.

After nearly three quarters of an hour, Lumian finally saw the hotel landlord.

Wearing a white-washed formal suit, an old half-top hat, and holding a black cane that was about to lose its paint, he came out of the apartment and walked towards the Suchit Steam Train Station.

Lumian stood up slowly, looked back, pretended to be frightened, and started running, as if he was being chased by an enemy.

As he overtook Mr. Efe from behind, he accidentally collided with him.

With a clanking sound, a golden coin fell from his body to the ground, but Lumian seemed to be unaware of it, burying his head and running away in a hurry.

Mr. Ev complained, and his eyes were suddenly attracted to the gold coin on the ground.

He subconsciously wanted to call out to the daredevil just now, but after stretching out his hand, no sound came out.

It quickly glanced left and right, squatted down, picked up the gold coin worth 5 fils, and then stuffed it into his trouser pocket as if nothing happened.

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