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Random Street, "Golden Rooster Hotel", room 207.
Lumian threw the crumpled newspaper in his hand on the table, and sat down by the bed.
After sitting for a few seconds, he simply lay down. There was a feeling of exhaustion gushing from the depths of his body, and he could no longer support himself. Only the physical and mental states are reset every day, not the mind.
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He didn't even bother to take off his clothes, he just kicked off his leather shoes and closed his eyes.
This time, Lumian slept soundly and had no dreams.
He was awakened by the smell of sulfur, and the setting sun was still shining outside the window.
Looking sideways at the glass window stained with a little golden-red luster, Lumian whispered to himself:
"Did you sleep all day and all night?"
Obviously, this is impossible, because every six o'clock in the morning, he will automatically wake up.
After seeing Ji Gao and uncontrollably venting his inner grief, Lumian felt that his mood had stabilized a lot, but he was still a little depressed.
Of course, he also knows that the sadness will not disappear, and the pain will not disappear, and they will come back in a short time. He can only try his best to adjust his mentality to face it, and prevent himself from falling into the previous state that was close to collapse.
As for a little extreme, crazy and self-destructive tendencies, he felt that it was inevitable, as long as it was not serious.
"I need regular psychological treatment in the follow-up, or I will go completely crazy before I complete my revenge and find a way to revive Aurora." Lumian sighed and got out of bed.
Just then, Lumian discovered a problem.
This newspaper is from last week.
The newspaper boy sold him expired newspapers!
"Many times, it is not a good thing to completely suppress the pain and despair in the heart. Human beings need to vent and decompress..."
Suddenly, Lumian realized something:
This is part of psychotherapy!
"Ms. Susie first pointed out that my mental state was not right, and I had a strong tendency to self-destruct, and then made a preliminary enlightenment with the hope of resurrecting Aurora. Finally, when I was indulging in the pain caused by this problem, I arranged for the newsboy to deliver the magazine. The obituary published last week shattered my defenses with **** facts, allowing me to vent the pain and despair I suppressed in my heart..."
Lumian muttered to himself silently. After he figured it out, he was quite fortunate that he met a very professional and capable "psychiatrist", otherwise it would be very difficult for him to struggle out of the previous spiritual quagmire.
Lumian's eyes moved randomly, and saw a few bedbugs getting into his room.
His sense of smell told him that sulfur was lit in the next room to drive away the bedbugs, but most of the insects were afraid of being here and moved to another place.
Lumian couldn't help laughing when he thought of how he and his neighbor "hurt" each other on the first day they lived in, trying to get bedbugs into each other's room with sulfur.
He put on his leather shoes, walked out of the room, and came outside 206.
— On the second floor of the Golden Rooster Hotel, the alley on the back of the chaotic street is a washroom connected to rooms 201 to 204, opposite to 204 is another washroom, and then in the opposite direction to 205 to 208, and there are two relatively large balconies on both sides of the corridor. So except for the second floor, the third, fourth, and fifth floors have 10 rooms plus two bathrooms.
"Who?" A slightly panicked voice came from inside.
"The one next door is 207." Lumian responded with a smile, "I want to meet my neighbor."
After a few seconds, the door opened with a creak, and a thin young man appeared in front of Lumian. He is less than 1.7 meters tall, wearing a whitewashed linen shirt and black suspender trousers, with large black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, his brown hair is messy and greasy, as if it has not been washed for several days, dark brown There was an unconcealable defense in his eyes.
"What's the matter with you?" the man asked.
Boom, boom, Lumian bent his fingers and knocked on the door of Room 206.
Lumian smiled and stretched out his right hand
"I'm supposed to live here for a long time, and I want to get to know the neighbors around me." How to call it? "
The young man hesitated for a moment, but he stretched out his right palm and shook hands with Lumian: "Gabriel, what about you?"
"Char." Lumian looked inside Room 206 and asked curiously, "Why are you ordering sulfur now? It's evening, and I have to go find something to eat."
Gabriel pushed down his glasses and smiled bitterly:
"I'm a playwright and I'm trying to work through the night."
"Writer?" Lumian raised his hand and touched his chin.
He gave up the idea of giving the other party a little prank to defuse the strangeness between the neighbors.
Gabriel emphasized:
"Playwright, a writer who specializes in writing drama scripts for various theaters."
"Sounds great." Lumian praised sincerely, "I admire people who can write stories, and my idol is a writer."
Seeing the sincere eyes of the other party, Gabriel was a little embarrassed by the praise.
He scratched his already messy brown hair, sighed and said:
"This business is not as good as you imagined. I spent a lot of energy on the last play, and I thought it was not much worse than those classic plays, but no theater manager was willing to take a look.
"I've read a lot of biographies or interviews of writers, most of them have been unappreciated and can only live in cheap hotels or small attics. I believe that you will find someone willing to read your script someday. , and eventually became a famous playwright.”
Gabriel took off his glasses and rubbed his face:
"For so long, you are the second person who is willing to encourage me. Others will only laugh at me for liking fantasy and not being willing to face reality."
If it weren't for the fact that you and Aurora have similar occupations, I would have laughed at you as much as they did...
Lumian slandered, and asked curiously, "Who was the first person to encourage you?"
"It's Miss Safari in Room 309." Gabriel looked up at the ceiling. "She's a mannequin. I haven't seen her for several days. She may have moved away."
That mannequin that the Rulers mentioned? Lumian nodded and sent an invitation:
"Want to have a drink at the bar?"
Gabriel was very emotional, but finally controlled himself: "Next time, I will hand in the manuscript tomorrow."
"Okay." Lumian waved his hand and walked back to his room.
After looking at the noisy and busy street scene from the window, Lumian decided to find a restaurant, have a good meal, and taste the delicacies of Trier.
Just then, he heard a shrill female voice from upstairs:
"You bastard! You boar!
"Your mother and the devil gave birth to you..."
The cursing stopped abruptly, as if it had been forcibly interrupted.
With a heart move, Lumian opened the window.
"You like women so much, why don't you go to your mother?
"..."
This time, Lumian clearly heard the voice coming from the 4th floor.
That Miss Ethans who was forced to work as an illegal prostitute? Lumian remembered Charlie's story.
This also means that Maggot, the leader of the Stinger Gang, has brought his men down to collect the money.
——In the Republic of Intis, there are two types of prostitutes, one is officially registered, in places such as City Wall Street and Breda Street, and the other is illegal, without paying taxes, and will be cracked down, the number of which is the former Ten times, even twenty times.
After pondering for a while, Lumian put on a dark suit and came between 202 and 203, where there are stairs leading to the upper floor.
He then took out the bottle of cheap perfume he had bought in Bigorre, intending to pour some on the wooden steps for Maggot and his men to step on as they passed.
—I don’t know when the next attack of the ghost of Montsouris will come, and Lumian hopes to find the prey as soon as possible to complete the exchange of fate.
After thinking for a few seconds, he gave up the idea of pouring the perfume directly, intending to make the matter look like an accident, so as to evade possible probing by extraordinary abilities.
Lumian slightly unscrewed the lid, pretending that his palm slipped and failed to grasp the thick glass bottle.
With a bang, the perfume bottle fell to the bottom step, and some liquid naturally flowed out, followed by a strong and almost pungent fragrance.
Lumian squatted down "distressed", picked up the bottle, and recapped it.
He wiped the perfume that flowed out with the palm of his hand again, wiping it on himself continuously.
Soon, most of the liquid was dried up, and the evening wind from the balcony washed away the rich smell.
Only then did Lumian retreat to Room 207, leaning against the door frame, hiding his figure, and looking towards the stairs.
After ten minutes, there were footsteps coming down the stairs.
At this time, the smell of perfume in the corridor has faded a lot.
Soon, four men appeared there, the leader was a tall and thin man.
His yellow hair was shaved very short, and each strand stood upright. He had single eyelids, blue eyes, a high nose bridge, thin lips, and a few faint scars on his face.
Wearing a red shirt and a dark leather waistcoat, the man suspected to be Maggot, with his hands in his sail-colored trousers, walked down step by step.
There was a lump in his left waist, and he was wearing lace-up boots. Suddenly, the man frowned, jumped lightly, and jumped over the two floors of steps stained with perfume and part of the corridor on the second floor.
The three thugs who followed him did not notice the abnormality and stepped on the remaining traces of perfume.
Lumian, who spied on this scene, thumped in his heart:
"Magot is very sensitive to smells, and is very resistant to picking up abnormal smells on himself?"
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