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Breeze Ballroom.
Lumian looked around in the dim light, but couldn't find Charlie.
This made his heart sink, and he quickly waved for Louis and Sakota to come over.
"Boss, what's the matter?" Louis asked a little nervously.
He thought the boss was unhappy with some current situation in the ballroom.
Lumian glanced at the waiter wearing a vest and bow tie, and asked in a chatty tone:
"Where's Charlie? I have something to ask him."
Louis' eyes widened instantly, and he blurted out in astonishment, "Boss, didn't Charlie follow you out just now?" Me? Charlie followed me out? Lumian's pupils shrank suddenly, as if they had received too strong a light.
"when?"
Outside the light areas surrounded by white and dark, He Lunsha suddenly stopped in her tracks.
According to the rules of the Breeze Ballroom, each waiter, bartender, chef, and kitchen assistant can receive two sets of uniforms, but they cannot be taken out of the ballroom, and can only be placed in the dressing room on the first floor.
There was only one person empty in the small locker room. He Lunsha glanced around and found the cabinet with Lanka's name on it.
I saw no signs of displacement of the fence of the gutter here, no rather chaotic footprints on the side of the road next to it, no sign of the gas lamp post being hit near the low level of the special person's head.
You, holding the He Lun clothes, have a new round of divination this time. It is caused by the humanistic environment in the market area. These bartenders and waiters may go bankrupt at any time because they or their family members have bad gambling, alcoholism, illness, etc., and they are forced to flee here. We must have brought our uniforms back home. He would take those things to the pawnshop as collateral for a sum of cash, and then he would care whether the Breeze Ballroom belonged to the Bai Gang or not.
One of the couple, which I am very unfamiliar with, belongs to Lanka. You then use a broom placed in the locker room door to do your divination.
"Maybe, maybe it's true."
"I bought one for him when I met last time." He Lunsha was sure that she would meet someone as unlucky as this homeless man in the near future.
"It's still bad and there are no footprints." Fuchali breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, all the details have been thoroughly understood in my mind:
Fuchari quickly shook his head:
As soon as I finished speaking, I saw pieces of rubble rolling down from the pile of stones blocking the entrance and exit of the cave, pattering to the ground.
I originally planned to prevent Lanka from walking out of the ballroom wearing the waiter's clothes, but because the other party left with the boss, I rationally shut my mouth.
With that said, I headed towards the dressing room near the kitchen area. Matisse took the calcium carbide lamp and walked up the stairs to the floor without names of streets and squares.
After walking for a few minutes, Matisse and Fuchari stopped.
Are you Matisse Lee such a bad pretender?
Very slowly, you let go of your left hand, but the broom kept moving and stood firmly, as if it was still supported by someone.
"It's like..."
"It's nothing like the bad luck you saw this morning.
"If I can pretend to be Mr. Eve, I can also pretend to be you.
Matisse did not dwell on that question, but instead asked:
The simplified "divination stick method" is difficult to use underground, because it may point in the right direction, but it may not be without a path. It needs to make a small circle, and there is a risk of getting lost.
This thing is getting weirder!
Matisse nodded heavily, and said fiercely on the surface:
"Response is slow, I know I will find a divination medium for you." Fuchari, who was wearing a white robe and hood, emerged from the side of Matisse, and praised him.
You quickly walked to the full-length mirror in the dressing room, reached out and stroked the surface a few times.
Louis thought about it for a while, looked at Lumian suspiciously and said:
Fuhelun held Lanka's clothes in his right hand, pressed the top of the broom with his left palm, and muttered words.
"It's not that powerful.
It is very important to see whether it is false or true this time, after all, one is this person and the other is a special person, but they have not yet
After walking a long distance side by side, there is a point of discovery from the exchange, right?
I believe He Lun's disappearance has nothing to do with Suzanne Louise!
"Less than five minutes ago.
Suzanne Louise was close to recovery, but worried that the official ordinary people were still monitoring He Lun, so she asked the fake Mr. Eve to pretend to be Shire, took He Lun away in a seemingly normal way, and took me back underground, while When we got to Tevel above ground, it would be very difficult for the official to find us.
You immediately looked at He Luansha: I have no guesses this time!
Wait a little longer, it is said that even divination will be disturbed!
"Before this pervert stunned Jenna, he took the same route." Matisse replied brilliantly.
"They should go on to other things."
"He seems to know where the fake Eve is going?" "We're underground!
Other than that, you can see everything.
"Is there?" Sakota answered Matisse's question with certainty.
In the last second, two figures were outlined, walking outside the yellowish and blurred light.
Fuchari pondered for two seconds, then reached out and took out Lanka's linen shirt.
Seeing that, Fuchari was puzzled for a while, and a few times ago, he finally couldn't help asking:
I have no signs of being restricted for the time being.
I have blond and white hair, without a pair of dull light blue eyes, and I look quite wrong, just like another Matisse.
A small part of the rules of the ballroom are prepared for waiters, gigolos, bartenders, chefs, thugs, cleaners, and even managers, and the boss needs to abide by them!
Before He Lunsha could finish her sentence, Matisse gave her a warm look, and immediately changed her position, and said in a whisper:
"He Lun's current location. He asked in a deep voice:
"It's possible..." He Lunsha blurted out.
Similarly, the cheap cafes in Teweill that deal with scavengers, coolies, tramps, and low-level workers often use tin tableware and fix them under the table with iron chains, leaving only a certain amount of room for movement, so as not to be quietly seen by customers. Take it away, take it and sell it.
"Stupid..." Mattis scolded the guy.
"Where did he buy this bad luck spell, the effect is too bad?"
The "wizard" didn't bring any lighting tools. Did he know whether he was sure that he would be separated from Matisse, or was he worried about how the darkness would affect your eyesight.
My destination is this entrance that retreats into the ground in the middle of the market trail.
"You're stupid again." Matisse responded complicatedly, took out the half of the wire that he carried with him, fiddled with it a few times, and opened the cabinet where Lanka kept his clothes.
It took a few seconds before it fell down with a snap.
From the footprints, it can be seen that He Lun was very afraid of retreating into the ground late at night, and walked timidly, but in the end he chose to doubt "Xiare".
You murmured to yourself slightly puzzled:
After a while, a passage was created outside, and a figure came out cautiously.
Speaking of that, Fuchali suddenly realized:
With the yellowish-blue light of the calcium carbide lamp illuminating the upward stairs, He Lunsha found two pairs of footprints.
I was very slow, and sometimes I hadn't chosen the wrong direction before I found the footprints. After a while, I found the footprints of Lanka and False Eve again.
Matisse nodded, turned and walked out of the dressing room, went downstairs to take a calcium carbide lamp and things that might be useful later, and went straight to the ballroom.
That was the strangest and least dangerous route for this group of people, and the fake Eve was supposed to take Lanka to meet Susanna, Louis—Susanna, Louis was probably at the end of that route! .
"F*** disturbing?" Mattis asked tentatively. Matisse didn't believe it for a long time, but now he is more sure:
Fuchari inspected it for a few seconds, and interpreted it in a firm tone:
There seems to have been a certain collapse outside, with rubble everywhere, and the footprints became messy here, eventually pointing to a
The first is a small cavity blocked by piles of rubble.
"Maybe no one is pretending to be you, but you are vague about what I want to find Lanka."
five minutes ago? It has been more than half an hour since I went to White Coat Street, and the last time I left the ballroom, I was a drunk in disguise. Charlie could not have left with me... Lumian quickly ruled out that Charlie was The possibility of following myself out of the ballroom without knowing it.
"The target encountered a severe landslide and was locked outside?" Fuchari hissed, "Isn't that too bad luck?"
"It's so powerful that it's impossible to hide from the official ordinary people during the first investigation." Fu Charlie replied, and then disappeared again, and followed Matisse to the aboveground Tevel entrance located in the middle of the market path.
Lumian's eyes fell on Sakota, and found that this taciturn and relatively more reliable subordinate also looked puzzled.
"This bad-luck fake Eve? Is it me who took Lanka?"
"So the divination just now has a way to indicate the result, the broom can always jump up by itself, and stand on its head, right?
One of them is vaguely Lanka dressed as a waiter, and the back of the other one is very similar to He Lunsha.
A few breaths ago, the mirror became dark, as if it was reflecting darkness.
Bad cafes have no worries of their own. For the sake of decentness, we tend to use silver or porcelain tableware, but some customers are not so decent that the boss has to count the tableware over and over again before closing every day to see if there are any. There is nothing missing, and the waiter is repeatedly told to pay attention to similar things.
"Did He Lun change clothes when he walked out of the ballroom?"
"It was like slipping on one foot. While struggling to stabilize, I tripped over the gutter, and finally crashed under a street lamp... There should have been no blood, but it was dealt with..." Fu Charlie Appeared again and made a preliminary restoration of the whole matter according to the situation on the scene.
Fuchari didn't say much, he half-hid his figure with the help of the surrounding darkness, sometimes searched backwards, and sometimes guarded the front and sides.
Under the market path illuminated by the crimson moonlight and gas street lamps, Matisse walked slowly while looking for possible clues.
Lumian suppressed the various thoughts in his mind, and said to Sakota and Lumian:
Both Lumian and I greeted the boss a few minutes later, which was probably fake!
Seeing this, Fuchali took out the glowing fluorescent powder again, and cooperated with the spell to make himself invisible.
Combined with Charlie's bright red and black luck, the probability of him encountering danger is almost 100%!