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Lumian remained patient and waited until midnight.
It was almost 11:30, and the corresponding glass window in Eve's room was out of light, but no one left the apartment.
It looks like the cheapskate just turned off the lights and went to bed to save money on the gas bill.
As midnight approached, the last play at the Old Dovecote came to an end, and the audience left and no one entered.
Lumian once again said to himself in his heart: "It can't be that the answer obtained by the "prophecy" is not accurate enough? After all, the ritual magic is a prayer to myself, so it is understandable that the effect is not good. Well, that's a possibility. "
"But what if, what if the "prophecy" is correct? "
Lumian's thoughts turned and he was startled.
He suddenly turned his head and looked at the gate of the Old Pigeon Cage Theater surrounded by posters.
If the "prophecy" is correct, it means that Mr. Eve really stayed in the old pigeon cage theater during the time period from 11:00 to 12:00.
And Mr. Eve is really in the old pigeon cage theater. Who is the Mr. Eve who entered the apartment and did not leave?
There is a high probability that he is fake!
Fake!
"No way…"
Lumian couldn't believe the speculation he made. It's not that he hasn't met Mr. Eve, and he hasn't chatted with him. How could he be fooled by a fake one?
In comparison, he is more willing to believe that the "prophecy technique" is not effective.
"Perhaps, there is a tunnel at the bottom of the apartment leading to the old pigeon cage theater?" Lumian tried hard to find the reason.
It is easier to build a tunnel in Trier than in other cities. You only need to dig a short section to connect to the underground tunnels and sewers, but it is also easy to find, because the underground Trier is really human. People come and go, there are often quarry police patrolling, smuggling caravans passing by, and planters passing by. Unless the tunnel is dug to a deeper area, or there is a good way to cover the entrance and exit, it will not be long before people will be guarded .
And if Mr. Eve's apartment really had a similar tunnel, he wouldn't have gone out in the dark last time to the nearby underground Trier entrance.
While thinking about it, Lumian recalled two things: 1. When he first met Mr. Eve, he "read" his fortune. As a result, when he "met" him the next day, he found that his fortune was strange. changed.
2. Mr. Eve obviously has extraordinary abilities, and there is a high probability that he believes in the evil **** "Mother Tree of Desire", and his sequence is not high, but when the official Extraordinary brought him to the police headquarters for questioning, he found nothing abnormal.
Combining the contradiction between the answer of "The Art of Prophecy" and reality, Lumian shrank his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Is it true?"
After being "robbed" by him, the one who lives in the opposite apartment is the fake Mr. Eve?
That's why the change of fortune happened, and the problem was not found out by the official Extraordinary?
"Why can he look exactly like Mr. Eve? Did he use magical items like "Secret Glasses" to make up, or other methods? The fake Mr. Eve is an ordinary person himself? The real Mr. Eve has been hiding in the old Somewhere in the pigeon coop?"
The more Lumian thought about it, the more creepy he felt, and no one noticed that he had directly replaced someone like this!
At least the person in the mirror on Christo's side will still be left and right reversed!
"This thing is getting more and more strange, as expected of the believers of the evil god."
Lumian sighed from the table.
From the various abilities of that perverted Hedsey, he has already guessed that Mr. Eve should have found something abnormal after being "robbed". After all, 1 Filkin is also money, and no robber would be willing to throw it away. Well, that means robbery is not the real purpose, so it is understandable for Mr. Eve to be prepared to hide the truth from the official Extraordinary. Lumian just didn't expect them to use such a weird method.
He actually produced a person exactly like Mr. Eve!
For a moment, Lumian couldn't tell whether the fake Mr. Oufu in the apartment was an ordinary person who had been painted with "magic makeup" by an extraordinary person or a believer of evil gods with special abilities.
in the case of
For the former, he really wanted to take advantage of the dead of night and go directly to the door, arrest him, beat him up, press him for the truth, and then throw him to the police headquarters or a certain church to let the official Extraordinary finish.
If it's the latter, he doesn't dare to be too reckless, no one knows what sequence the fake is equivalent to and what abilities it has.
Lumian turned his head again, glanced at the brick-red three-story building where the Old Pigeon Cage Theater was located, and found that there were no audiences coming out of the door.
This dissuaded him from going in and taking a look again.
Today's last drama has come to an end, after thinking for a while, Lumian plans to make some preparations.
He stood up slowly, and walked in the direction of the Candide Market along the shadows that the gas street lamps couldn't reach.
Along the way, he kept looking at the homeless people sleeping in the corner by the side of the road, his eyes were deep and serious.
In Lumian's eyes, this guy is full of bad luck, and he will encounter a series of disasters in the next two or three days, even life-threatening.
This is a good "material" for performing the "art of transshipment"! Yes, Lumian intends to make an item that can pass bad luck by using the ritual magic "Transfer Art" that comes with the "dervish monk".
If the fake Mr. Eve is very unlucky and always has various situations, then there is a high probability that he will expose his problems to the official Extraordinary!
Based on this idea, Lumian has been picking the most unlucky homeless people just now-this group itself belongs to the unlucky kind.
Pulling down his peaked cap, he walked to the homeless man, turned his back to the gas lamps on the street outside, and completely hid his face in the shadows.
Lumian then squatted down, put on black gloves and pushed the homeless man.
"you…"
The homeless man woke up and asked in a slightly painful and puzzled way.
"I need your help with something, would you like to?"
Lumian took out a silver coin worth 1 filguin, engraved with cherubs and radiating cables.
The tramp's bare face was attracted by the silver coin, and he nodded without hesitation: "No problem!" He stretched out his hand as he spoke, as if he could already smell leather sour and thick The aroma of meatloaf.
After getting the silver coin, the homeless man's eyes suddenly straightened, he looked behind Hu Mian, and blurted out in astonishment: "That's..."
While Lumian turned his head, he pressed his hands, stood up abruptly, tried to climb over the barricade, and ran to the bottom of the alley.
It's dangerous to give money to a homeless man to cooperate with him in doing something!
The choice of three for normal homeless people is of course to accept the money and run away!
Snapped!
Lumian withdrew his right hand and calmly watched the homeless man collapse on the barricade and passed out.
From the very beginning, he never thought about letting the homeless man wake up and see everything, because even if he blindfolded the other person and plugged the other person's ears, it might be dangerous, and there was a certain probability that his identity and "transit" would be exposed. This is a very evil ritual magic.
Therefore, his plan is to ask for the other party's opinion exactly, and knock him out directly after getting permission.
Humian picked up the homeless man by helping his drunken companion, took him to the nearest underground Trier entrance, hid him in a nearby hidden place, bound his hands and feet, blindfolded him, and blocked him. ear.
After finishing all this, he sneaked back to the Breeze Ballroom, found a calcium carbide lamp, and brought the corresponding tools. Then, he returned to the entrance, carried the unconscious homeless man on his back, and performed the "Prophecy Technique" all the way to the front. ’ that quarry hole.
Different from the last time, although this time it is still a two-element ritual method, the orange-yellow candle on the top, which represents the gods and other objects of prayer, has been replaced with an off-white one.
It also contained Lumian's blood.
In order to increase the probability of success, Lumian intends to seal the filth on his chest with this ritual magic.
Dye "pray" and mobilize a little bit of its power.
After simply fixing the altar and creating the "spiritual wall", he stabbed the homeless man with the dagger of the pervert Hedsey, causing his blood to flow into a metal vial.
The tramp woke up because of this, but was knocked unconscious again in an instant.
Lumian immediately sterilized and bandaged his wound, and made a kind of "black water" with the blood and ashes from his hair. On the paper, several complex and mysterious symbols were outlined.
There was a circle of black thorns that he was familiar with, small snakes intertwined head to tail, rivers of such small snakes, twisted lines, weird eyes, etc., etc.
After barely finishing the painting, cold sweat broke out on Lumian's forehead.
He placed the homeless man and the imitation parchment full of symbols on the boulder that served as an altar, dripped perfume into the firelight, sprinkled the powder, and took two steps back, looking at the gently shaking Huang Zhuhuo said in the ancient Hermes language: "O power of fate! You are the past, the present, and the future. You are the cause, the result and the process."
Like many times before, the candlelight representing the gods was first compressed to the extreme, and then expanded, it was the size of a fist, silvery white with black, and everything around was distorted. blown through.
Lumian, who was full of crazy ravings in his ears, suppressed his dizziness, and said in Hermes language: "I pray to you: I pray that you can change the fate of this poor man; I pray that you can take away his bad luck."
Having read this, Lumian took a step forward, put the imitation parchment full of mysterious symbols on the silver and black candle, lit it, and placed it in the natural depression on the surface of the altar.
In the next second, he took out a gold coin worth 5 filkins with a sunbird engraved on it, and put it beside the homeless man's hand.
Money is irresistible to misers, and it will be the best medium!
Lumian, who seemed to be carrying a heavy weight, took a step back and waited until the imitation parchment was burned before chanting the last incantation: "Grey amber, the herb that belongs to fate, please pass on the power to my incantation... "
The entire altar suddenly became bright and illusory, and there seemed to be an illusory, complicated, cold mercury-colored long river flowing quietly in front of Lumian's eyes.
It wrapped the tramp and the gold coin inside, making the ravings in Lumian's ears clearer, and making the blue blood vessels on his face bulge out one after another.
Lumian instinctively feared the pain of praying for a "gift". Suddenly, the illusory image shrank and landed on the surface of the gold coins on the altar.
Then everything returned to normal, only the gold coin looked a little dim under the silvery white with black light.