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"Where are you going?"
Looking at Lumian's back, Jana asked a question.
"Go to bed." Lumian didn't look back.
Jenna thought for two seconds, then pouted, and followed behind Lumian.
She wanted to confirm this guy's final whereabouts, to see if he really went back to the Golden Rooster Hotel to sleep, otherwise, with his current state, I really don't know what would happen.
Lumian ignored Jenna's existence and walked slowly back to the Golden Rooster Hotel.
At this time, the door of the hotel was locked. Instead of climbing the water pipe, he took out half of the iron wire he carried with him, inserted it into the brass-colored keyhole, and fiddled a few times.
The door was opened to the back, and it was dark inside, only a little light reflected from the stairs leading to the basement bar.
Lumian glanced and chose that direction.
"Fuck, didn't you say go to sleep?" Jianna cursed secretly, sighed, and followed into the basement bar of the Golden Rooster Hotel.
There were not many people in the bar. Two or three drunk guys occupied a small round table each, howling a few words from time to time, but they didn't have much energy.
The only customer at the bar is Lumian's neighbor, playwright Gabriel who lives in room 206.
He was wearing the whitewashed linen shirt, a pair of brown trousers, large black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his hair was messy and oily.
"Drinking so late?" Lumian sat next to Gabriel, and his eyes fell on the glass of green absinthe that shone with psychedelic luster in his hand.
Kind of back to normal? Jenna looked at Lumian and felt that his condition was not as bad as before.
She covered her mouth and yawned, pulled a high stool and sat down, deciding to observe for another quarter of an hour.
Gabriel smiled bitterly: "I just finished a manuscript, come down for a drink."
"Are you writers all the same? Like to work at night and sleep during the day?" Lumian knocked on the bar table and ordered a glass of absinthe.
Gabriel hesitated and said: "Many writers are like this, and quiet nights can give us more inspiration." But I didn't stay up late because of this, but I had to go to various theaters during the day, trying to get a manager to read my work. Script, select Next.
"I went to the Revival Theater in Memorial Parish today, and their manager, Nathan Loop, is known as the most theatrical operator and the most likely to see the value of my script. However, he refused to see me, whether it was to go to his I didn’t get to see him at his office, or visit his apartment.”
Hearing the words theater, manager, etc., Jenna took a silent breath, feeling a little scared.
Many of the people around her were believers of evil gods, and this incident left a certain psychological shadow on her.
More importantly, those guys' abilities were disgusting and distorted, which made her reject them from the bottom of their hearts.
Lumian picked up Pavar, the bar owner and bartender. Neeson pushed the absinthe over and took a sip: "Do you know where that theater manager lives?"
"Yes, I used to follow other playwrights to visit him at his apartment. He is not married and often changes mistresses." Gabriel said in a rambling manner.
Lumian smiled: "I have a way to let that guy read your script, but I can't guarantee whether he will take over."
"Really?" Gabriel was surprised and delighted and suspicious.
Can there be a way? Jenna looked puzzled.
Lumian gulped down the glass of absinthe in one gulp, stood up and said, "Go now, bring your script."
"..." Gabriel had never seen such action. It's midnight.
He drank the rest of the absinthe and returned to the second floor to get the script of the three-act play with the mentality that there was no hope anyway.
At the entrance of the Golden Rooster Hotel, Jianna looked at Lumian suspiciously and curiously: "You really have a way?"
Lumian sneered: "You don't have to believe it."
"Oh." Jenna expressed her disdain. She wasn't sure if it was a sign of a bad state, and she was a little curious,
I plan to go and have a look and stop Charles from making radical actions.
Not long after, Gabriel returned to the first floor. He put on a clean and decent formal suit, and tied a red bow tie.
"Address." Lumian asked calmly.
"Room 702, Apartment 15, Defoe Street, Memorial Hall District." Gabriel looked at the chaotic street with few street lights intact, and saw only a few drunkards and people wandering around.
He tried to ask, "Shall we go over there?"
At this time, there are no public carriages, and the memorial hall and the market area are next to each other.
Lumian ignored him, and walked to Market Avenue at a leisurely pace, stopped in front of a four-wheeled two-seater taxi that was operating late at night, and said to the driver who belonged to the Empire Carriage Company: "Go to Memorial Hall Di 15 Fook Street."
The coachman wearing a waxed hat and a blue dress with yellow buttons looked at the three of Lumian and said, "Two Filkins."
In Trier, taking a cab during the day is 1.25 Filgins for a journey of less than an hour, and 1.75 Filgins per hour for more than one hour. After midnight, before 6 o'clock in the morning, the short distance is 2 Filgins, The way far is 2.5 Filkin per hour.
Lumian did not speak, took out two silver coins worth 1 Felkin, and threw them to the coachman.
Without giving in, he got into the carriage and directly occupied a seat.
This made Gabriel very embarrassed. He didn't know whether to play a gentlemanly manner and squeeze with Charles, or let the female singer Jenna make her own choice.
In the end, Jenna, who knew that she hadn't been invited, sat down next to Lumian and tried her best to squeeze out a seat.
The rental carriage started and drove towards the memorial hall area.
On the way, Lumian kept silent, making it difficult for Gabriel to ask him what he could do, and the atmosphere in the car was slightly awkward.
Jenna was used to Lumian's state tonight, so she simply let go of her attention and started thinking about her own affairs.
After an unknown amount of time, the rental carriage stopped at the downstairs of No. 15 Defoe Street.
Lumian went straight to the apartment, and was blocked by the guard as soon as he entered the lobby.
"Which floor and room do you live in?" The doorman asked dutifully, "If you are not a resident here, you need to..."
Before he could finish his sentence, his head was suddenly pressed against something cold.
Lumian pulled out the revolver from his armpit, and pressed the muzzle of the gun to the guard's forehead.
"You, you, what do you want to do?" the nearly fifty-year-old guard stammered.
Gabriel stared blankly, and began to wonder if Charles really had a way.
After finishing all this, Lumian closed the door of the apartment, locked it, and then walked up the stairs.
Gabriel woke up like a dream, chased after him, and asked anxiously, "Is there really no problem with this?"
"What do you think?" Lumian raised the corners of his mouth and responded with a smile.
Gabriel choked for a moment, not knowing what to say, hesitating whether to give up and let the manager of Renaissance Theater Nathan Loop read his script.
If I say no, and go back now, will Charles be very angry and shoot me? He's the leader of the gang. Gabriel opened his mouth, but failed to utter any dissuading words.
Soon, the three of them came to the top floor and stopped outside the door of room 702.
Gabriel, who was about to knock on the door, saw Lumian took out half of the wire and opened the scarlet wooden door neatly.
"..." Gabriel was completely confused about Lumian's train of thought.
Seeing this, Jianna hurriedly took off her light-colored shawl, and covered her face with only her forehead and eyes exposed.
She suspected that Charles was going to do something next, and in order not to be implicated by him, it was best to put on a disguise, at least not to let people remember what she looked like.
Lumian walked into the living room full of crimson moonlight, and took out a bandage and wrapped it around his face, leaving only his eyes and nostrils.
Although Gabriel didn't understand why Jenna and Charles wanted to cover their faces, he instinctively found a cloth and covered the lower half of his face.
After wrapping up the white bandage, Lumian looked around, walked straight to the master bedroom, twisted the handle, and pushed open the door.
The crimson moonlight filling the living room flooded in, illuminating the two people lying on the bed.
They were a man and a woman. The man had fluffy black hair. He was probably in his early forties. He had a thin face and a high nose bridge. The woman had slightly curly blond hair. She looked about twenty years old, with smooth skin and beautiful outlines.
They all seemed to be naked and covered with thin velvet covers.
"Is he the theater manager?" Lumian didn't control his voice at all.
Gabriel felt like he was dreaming: "Yes, it's him."
Lumian immediately walked towards the big bed, and Nathan Lope, the manager of the Fuxing Theater, woke up faintly when he heard the movement.
Before he could open his eyes, Lumian grabbed his shoulders and lifted him up.
Nathan Loop suddenly woke up, and a head covered in white bandages was reflected in his eyes.
This frightened him as if his heart stopped beating, and he completely forgot to shout and question.
In the next second, a revolver touched his head.
When passing by Jianna, Lumian looked sideways at the big bed behind him, and said in a low voice, "Look at that woman."
Jenna was quite confused about the current situation, but this did not affect her excitement.
She squatted down quickly, pulled out her revolver, aimed at the blonde who had just woken up, and said "coldly", "I don't want to hear any sound."
The blond woman hugged the quilt violently, shivering on the bed.
Lumian made Nathan Loop sit in the easy chair, bound his hands and feet with the clothes thrown on the sofa and on the floor, and fixed him there.
Gabriel followed blankly, looked blankly, and a thought suddenly popped up in his head: "Are we here to rob Nathan Loop, or are we here to let him read my script?
After Janna brought the blonde in her nightdress to the living room, Lumian, who lit up the crystal chandelier, took a few steps back, took a revolver, and sat on the couch opposite the easy chair.
Nathan Loop seemed to have just woken up, and said anxiously, "How much do you want? I'll give it to you, and I'll give it to you. There are a total of 1,100 Filkin and a diamond necklace. I'll give it to you, as long as you don't hurt I."
Lumian, whose face was covered with bandages, turned his head and said to Gabriel, "Read."
"Read what?" Gabriel responded blankly.
Lumian smiled: "Read your script, Mr. Nathanlop is waiting to hear."
This... Gabriel was completely dumbfounded.
This is how I get Nathan Loop to read my script? Is this how normal people think?
Not only did Gabriel have such an idea, but Jenna couldn't help but move her mouth.
Charles' mental state is indeed not normal. Wouldn't that really lead to Mr. Playwright being sent to the police station?
Luckily I covered my face.
Gabriel tremblingly walked to Nathan Loop with similar gratitude, took out the script, and read it out sentence by sentence, as if he was also forced to help.
Nathan Loop listened in confusion, wondering if he was having an extremely absurd dream: In the middle of sleeping, a masked man broke into the house and tied him to a chair just to let me listen to the script?
After listening for a while, he gradually entered the state with a strong professional instinct and became more and more focused.
When the main dialogue in Act One is over, Nathan Loop interrupts Gabriel: "Who wrote this?"
"Me." Gabriel answered subconsciously.
Nathan Loop said in a deep voice, "Take it to my office at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning, and we will sign the contract."
"Okay, okay." Gabriel was surprised and happy and scared. When I arrive at the Fuxing Theater tomorrow, will I really not encounter the police?
Lumian laughed suddenly, stood up, held the revolver, and walked towards the door.
Jenna and Gabriel followed him, letting the blond untie Nathantrop.
On the way down the stairs, Jenna smiled and said to Gabriel: "Mr. Playwright, your script is really good, and the lines are very infectious. What's its name?"
"It's called "The Man Who Follows the Light." Gabriel didn't understand why an underground singer was so interested in the script, so he just replied instinctively.
Jian Na quickened her pace, chased after Lumian, and said in a low voice, "This is your solution? Aren't you afraid that the theater manager is also a believer of evil gods?"
In her mind now, all theaters may have problems.
While taking off the bandage, Lumian replied blankly: "That's just a match."
I knew it... Jenna muttered silently.
After recovering the rope and other things from the guard, the three returned to the Golden Rooster Hotel in a rented carriage.
After Gabriel thanked her and returned to the room worried and joyful, Jenna watched Charles wash up, lay down on the bed, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She helped draw the curtains, carefully closed the wooden door, and left the Golden Rooster Hotel.
In the nearly dark darkness, Lumian closed his eyes and remained motionless.