Lord of the Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

Those who frequented the basement bar had been numb recently when they heard Charlie talk about "what is a decent person and what is a civilized person?". At this time, they were extremely excited to have the opportunity to tease that guy, and each one shouted louder than the other.

Charlie, who was wearing a white shirt and an open black vest, hesitated for a moment whether to pay nearly thirty people for a drink or to do a striptease.

Soon, he put down the beer in his hand and jumped onto a small round table.

He had never done anything stupid before when he was drunk here. What was there to be afraid of in striptease?

Lumian smiled and clapped, took out a 20 Firkin note, and photographed it on the bar, www.youxs.org:

"Everyone has a drink, and you can drink whatever you like."

After saying that, he picked up the glass of ronchi and watched Charlie awkwardly twist his hips and carefully unbutton his shirt amidst the applause.

"Be more intense! Be more rough!" Lumian shouted loudly in a tone of excitement.

Other drinkers followed suit.

Sweat broke out on Charlie's forehead, and he was worried that violently tearing his clothes would damage his shirt.

"You have just moved here. You think that with your talent, you can escape from that garbage dump, uh, hellish hotel in a short time. Who knows, you will live there for ten months, even if you move to San Ferkin Street, you should also often think of the big bar that can be reached upstairs, the absinthe that makes you confused and intoxicated, the pungent smell of sulfur, these cute bed bugs, and the light that gives you light in the white darkness. These people, Sister Gu Deshu, Gu De, and him." www.youxs.org

“When I left slowly, I realized that there was nothing I couldn’t remember.

Half an hour ago, Gabe Charlie was lying under the bed, holding Lumian in his arms, and said sincerely:

Under the crimson moonlight, Lumian's brown eyes were wandering, his brown hair was disheveled, and his fair body was inlaid with human faces one after another.

Is the reward for "just" men coming? Michelle was delighted.

While Gabe and Charlie were speaking, he stopped and reached out to touch the crack in the wall exposed where the newspaper fell off.

St. Filkin Street is the most peripheral street in the district. The rent is relatively cheap, attracting many writers and painters to settle there.

"I've been too busy recently. You haven't been here for a few days. You want to sleep as soon as you get home. Look, look, that's not the trouble of being a decent person. Hey, why do you suddenly think of a small-scale investigation from Kordu? Where are the wanted criminals in the village?”

Gabewai Charlie asked:

Doesn’t this playwright, who is used to staying up late, always go out for a drink after midnight?

Gabe Gude looked at the corridor wall, which had only one gas wall lamp and was covered with newspapers and cheap pink paper, and suddenly lost some emotion:

Gabe and Charlie took a sip of absinthe in a bad mood:

Thinking of the other person's profession as a mannequin, Charlie asked Gabe and exhaled:

"Have you!" Charlie admitted subconsciously.

Lumian took another sip of Lielenchi, sat back at the bar, looked at Gabriel, who was wearing black-rimmed glasses and dark overalls, and asked funnyly:

At this time, the red moon was covered, and the room was normally white and dark. The oil-painted faces on Lumian's body suddenly seemed to come to life, and they all opened their mouths at the back of Charlie outside Gabe.

Before contracting the "Face of Nether" from "Mantis with a Human Face", I was too worried about being recognized by the authorities.

On the way, I remembered very few past events, including the first time I met the mannequin Lumian, the first time I talked about creation with you, the first time I received encouragement...

Charlie outside Gabe rubbed his messy brown hair, smiled and said:

"Not yet, but after rehearsing for a while, both Mr. Lopp and the directors and actors of the Renaissance Theater were very optimistic and very confident. You just worry about moving to a more expensive place and spending all your advance money. He knows how to live before the 1,000 Safaree remuneration, and he knows that you haven’t written vulgar stories for these big newspapers anymore.”

I know that human modeling is a very high-paying profession. The most popular female models are only 40 to 40 years old, and the special ones may be 8 to 10 years old, which is equivalent to a trainee waiter in a hotel, while male models are even more As for Safaree, who is not around seventy years old, there is no way to support herself. She can only work part-time. It is because of hard work and greed for enjoyment that she chooses to expose her body and become a model for a painter.

As soon as I finished speaking, Lumian stretched out his left hand and his eyes became blurred.

Gabu Waigu De said with a longing look on his face:

I immediately said "tsk tsk" and walked back to room 207 with a smile.

"It's a bad place. Maybe if you throw a brick, you can knock over eight writers and two painters. Oh, and the poet is not dead yet. Someone discovered it." Michelle recalled Aurore's ridicule of Saint-Claude Street, Speak it out in your own words, forgetting to satirize the poorest group of poets.

"Where to go?"

None of them were gorgeous, none were ferocious, none were handsome, none were sinister, and their eyes all looked at Gabe and Charlie at the same time.

"So early today?"

"On St. Filkin Street in District 2, there are very few writers and painters living here. There is also the National Museum, the Turwell Art Center, various galleries and sculptures of different shapes."

They finally disappeared, and Gabuwai Gude politely closed the door.

Gabe and Charlie stopped in room 309 and knocked heavily on the door.

Gabuwai Gu De was speechless.

"You have been living there for a year, and you have seen many tenants disappear suddenly, leave in a hurry, or happily start their own lives, but on the seventh day, maybe it is just an hour later. There will be new tenants who will come and move into the rooms we left in order to chase the prosperity of Tewell and the dreams outside their hearts. A very small number of us have won and disappeared like dust, but there will always be no As batches of people arrive, perhaps one or two will be less successful.

Speaking of that, Charlie suddenly remembered that the white gang leader next to him, who was both rough, vicious and inhumane, was the current owner of the Golden Rooster Hotel, and he quickly shut up.

"Is it possible for a person to live without a dreamy night?"

After drinking until early morning, Michelle and Gabe, who was moving tomorrow, saw El off and walked up the stairs to the seventh floor.

"Come with you to St. Filkin Street."

Lumian shook his head hesitantly:

The next afternoon, Michelle ran, practiced boxing, and looked for breakfast as usual.

He thought for a moment and took off his sweater while the buttons on his shirt were unbuttoned.

Michelle showed a teasing smile, pinched her lips with her hands, and whistled:

Charlie opened the door outside Gabe and saw Lumian standing behind the wooden table by the window. The lake blue dress fell from under you and piled on the ground.

"Go to a place called 'Hostel'. There are no friends of yours here." Gu Deshu's voice became a little hollow again.

"Where are you going to move to?" Michelle asked casually.

"He was successful in this." Michelle thought of Mrs. Felkin who hanged herself to death while singing the lyrics of "That's the City of Joy, That's the Eternal Turtle", and she no longer felt like mocking Gabe and Charlie. .

Before returning to the Golden Rooster Hotel, I saw that Charlie's room next door to Gabe was not open day by day. There were no people around, and no luggage.

Michelle turned around, walked towards room 207, waved and said:

"Please retreat." Lumian's slightly hollow voice came out.

Seeing that Michelle was confident, El brought up the matter again and happily told that he was actually introduced to a male teacher by a colleague. Although the other person looked at me, it also proved that I was moving towards a truly decent person. Another step closer.

Gabuwai Gude suddenly came back to his senses and realized that the faces were just almost real oil paintings, and the canvas was not Lumian's body.

“There was no inspiration for the script of ‘Light Chaser’ that day.”

This is no cheap old linen shirt!

"Is "Light Chaser" coming to an end?" Michelle suddenly had no idea.

"Is he going?" Michelle could probably guess the answer, but she still asked politely.

District 2 is also called the Art District or the Financial District. Half of it is old and uneducated, and the other half is the luxurious buildings that have been popular in the past ten years. It is home to the Central Bank of Intis, the Bank of Tewel, the Bank of Suchit, and the Asset Credit Bank. The headquarters of other financial institutions and places such as the Tweier Stock Exchange and Intis Futures Market.

Gu Deshu curiously went down to the eighth floor and found that room 309 was the same.

Gabe Waigude persuaded again and again, but the mannequin agreed.

"You are moving out tomorrow. Thank you for his encouragement during those months."

Charlie outside Gabe said with a smile:

The same is true for Lumian, who endured criticism just to make less money and to change his current situation.

"Wish him a dreamy night!"

Gabe and Charlie held a glass of green absinthe and smiled peacefully:

"Hope." Gabe and Charlie's face was filled with anticipation.

"You're moving out tomorrow."

Gabe and Charlie pointed downstairs:

Gabe and Charlie walked away on their own initiative.

Before watching Ciel retreat into the room, I cleared my throat and continued walking towards the eighth floor.

Oh, how many school days are there? Michelle, who had no intention of practicing her speaking skills, smiled and responded:

At that time, El finished his striptease, put on his shirt again, squeezed out from the crowd of drinkers who "kindly" commented on my figure, sat next to Michelle, and said casually:

"You know other writers will do that, you do it all the time.

"Go and say goodbye to Sister Lumian. Thank you for always encouraging you."

"You have to move away too and go somewhere else."

Charlie outside Gabe was startled and almost screamed.

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"www.youxs.org?"

"Are they writers disgusted with sudden lyricism and lengthy essays?" Michelle quipped.

I took another step and went down to the seventh floor, but I didn't stop and seemed to continue going down.

"But it is indeed the most suitable place for communication and creation. Like that place, it is relatively quiet only in the evening, but it is only relative, and there are no cute bugs..."

"Is everything okay?" Lumian's voice sounded again without a strong sense of withdrawal.

I had no choice but to leave sadly. Lumian got on the bed naked and watched me walk to the door.

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