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Seeing this, Lumian quickly ended the ceremony and extinguished the candles in the correct order.
The ravings filling his ears disappeared, and the intense pain stopped abruptly before it could emerge.
After roughly tidying up the altar, Lumian set his sights on the gold coin worth 5 fils.
It doesn't look abnormal anymore, under the light of the calcium carbide lamp, it shines with a charming golden color, which is not fundamentally different from other coins.
Lumian's eyes suddenly became deep, and he observed the fortune of the gold coin as a real person.
Normally, it couldn't see the fate of an item, but this time, the situation was different. After concentrating, it found that the gold coin was surrounded by strands of black air, with some **** rays of light in it.
The former is a symbol of bad luck, and the latter represents a certain degree of bloodshed.
Huh... Lumian let out a sigh of relief.
This means that the "fortune trick" was successful, and the tramp's very unlucky fate for the next few days was transferred to the gold coin!
But if within three days another person has not been found to bear this fate, it will return to the vagabond and cannot be transferred again.
Lumian stared at the homeless man for a few more seconds, making sure that its fortunes had become normal for the time being, neither good nor bad.
After confirming, Lumian, who was standing on the edge of the altar, reached out and picked up the 5 Fell gold coin used as a transport medium.
It is not worried that this behavior will transfer the bad luck attached to the item to itself, because the trigger of the "transfer technique" needs to meet specific conditions; Possessive mentality; 2. In the whole process, the target took advantage of something that should not have been taken advantage of.
That is to say, if Lumian took this gold coin to buy something, the store owner would not suffer bad luck for accepting this item, unless the thing he sold to Lumian was a fake. Or fraudulently facilitated the transaction to earn an improper profit.
Similarly, if Lumian took the initiative to put this gold coin in Charlie's pocket, it would not be unlucky if he used it without noticing it for a while.
As the original owner of the gold coin, Lumian picked it up and naturally it would not be affected by the "transfer technique".
The two simple ways to trigger the "Transfer Art" are to put it in the pocket and let the target steal it, and pretend to lose it so that the target can pick it up for the purpose of possession.
Lumian believes that unless Mr. Eve and the others, who have developed the habit of being stingy, have a big change, they will still love money beyond the limit, and it is easy to step into a trap in this regard.
After dealing with all kinds of traces on the altar, it carried the homeless man on its back, returned to the ground all the way, threw it into the alley where it was originally, and took off the ropes that bound its hands and feet, and the cloth that blindfolded its eyes. strips and a cloth covering its ears and nose.
After observing the wandering situation, Lumian kicked it, turned and left.
The homeless man woke up slowly, and shouted in fear like a conditioned reflex:
"Let me go, please!"
It opened its eyes, swiped around instinctively, and found that there was no one around, and it was still sleeping in a familiar place.
The tramp fell silent.
After it regained a little sobriety, its first reaction was to put its hand into its pocket.
The cold and hard feeling came to its brain, and it happily took out a silver coin worth 1 Filkin.
Really still!
It's still there!
It was not a dream just now!
With the help of the faint crimson moonlight in the sky and some light from the street lamps on the street, the homeless man looked at the silver coin over and over again, and finally confirmed that it was not a fake.
It wasn't until this moment that it thought of checking its own body, and soon it found that the bandages were wrapped around the crook of its arms, and a tingling sensation came to its mind.
Other than that, there are no other abnormalities.
The homeless man groped around, rubbed his buttocks, and whispered to himself:
"It's not that kind of pervert..."
Before it went bankrupt, it was also a person who had seen the world and knew that Trier had a lot of guys with strange sexual fetishes, so some private organizations were born, such as a certain club that advocates that men and women reproduce, and that true love is between men. For example, think Only a woman knows how to love a woman's peachy party.
Just now Liu Mei thought that he was attacked and violated by the kind of man who likes smelly and dirty men, but now it doesn't seem to be the case.
After thinking about it for a while, it suspected that someone had taken a fancy to its own blood, so some of it was taken away, and that 1 fern would be rewarded in time.
It had heard before that certain great men kept their lives alive by exchanging blood.
"There is at least one Felkin." The tramp instantly became happy, and no longer thought about losing blood.
It even hopes that the other party will come to it again, and then it will actively ask how much it wants.
Lumian tossed a coin and decided to sleep at the Golden Rooster Hotel tonight; so he went back to Room 207 and slept until six o'clock in the morning.
Looking at the cleaning lady wearing bright gold wig and powder, who was about fifty years old and was disposing of the garbage in the hall, Lumian stopped in her tracks and asked thoughtfully:
"You're Elodie, aren't you?"
It heard Charlie mention the other's name.
"Yes, Mr. Shire." Elodie straightened her back. He was wearing an old but clean gray and white skirt. He was not short, about 1.65 meters. From the facial features, it can be seen that she should have looked as good as she was when she was young. not bad.
"You're talking about me?" Lumian asked casually.
Elodie answered truthfully:
"That Mr. Charlie Corrent mentioned you, saying that you are the protector of the hotel."
Hehe, as expected of Charlie...
Well, the attitude is normal, not inferior or fearful at all...
Lumian began to think that this cleaning lady named Elodie was not the street girl that Charlie guessed when she was young.
It seemed to ask casually: "I heard from Charlie, you used to be a theater actor?"
"Yes." Alodi showed a smile on her face, "I have acted in two theaters before, both in supporting roles, and then one went bankrupt, and the other stopped hiring me for some reason, and at that time I was about the same age as me. It's bigger."
Speaking of the past, she was obviously a little melancholy.
Lumic nodded and looked at the hotel gate; "Then have you heard of the Old Pigeonhouse Theater?"
That's what it really wants to ask.
This cleaner named Elodie was originally a theater actor, and was hired by Mr. Eve, the hotel landlord who had a close relationship with the old pigeon cage, which was a bit suspicious.
Ai Luodi's expression suddenly became vivid: "I know that every one of their plays is excellent, and most of the actors have excellent acting skills. It is a theater worth buying tickets for me for a month.
"I came here when I was watching a performance at the old pigeon cage and found someone recruited to be a cleaner for only half a day.
That's it...sounds like nothing to do with the old pigeonhole, Mr. Eve....
Lumian did not investigate for the time being, so as not to arouse the other party's suspicion, it smiled and said; "It sounds like you have other jobs?"
Alodie thought that Mr. Shire wanted to find out the origin of the cleaning lady so as not to bring harm to the hotel, so she replied frankly: "I work in a factory in the south of the market area from 2:00 pm to 10:00 pm every day, um, On the Rue Saint-Geres, it's called Goodville Chemicals.
The rue Saint-Geres is near the walls of Trier, the closest neighbor to the factories in the botanical gardens.
The factory in Trier has inherited the custom from the time of Roselle that if production is to be carried out 24 hours a day, the workers must be divided into three teams, one for morning to noon, one for noon to evening, and one for late night .
"Very hard work"
Lumian sighed.
Elodie smiled and said gently:
"I have two kids who are almost fully grown, and when they have their own jobs, I won't have to work so hard."
"Where's your husband?" Lumian asked casually.
Elodie's expression darkened; "It died in a factory accident a few years ago."
Lumian didn't ask any more questions, and chatted with another cleaning lady, fulfilling her duties as the protector of the Golden Rooster Hotel.
Then it came out of Junk Street, into Market Avenue, and walked in the direction of the Old Pigeonhouse Theatre.
It didn't intend to wait for Mr. Ive, who was suspected of being a fake, but just took a look at it by the way. Its main purpose was to keep an eye out for people heading to 126 Market Avenue.
The combination of the two made Lumian decide to stay on Market Avenue on Saturdays, wandering around to see if he could meet his target.
Not far from the old pigeon cage theater and Mr. Eve's apartment, Lumian slowed down, sometimes sat with the homeless, and sometimes went to the nearby cafe for a drink.
It's all here, of course he wants to squat Mr. Eve by the way, anyway, this place is also in Market Avenue.
After nearly three quarters of an hour, Lumian finally saw the hotel landlord.
Wearing a whitewashed formal suit, an old half-top hat, and a black cane that was about to fade, he came out of the apartment and walked towards the Sushit steam train station.
Lumian stood up slowly, looked back, pretended to be panicked, and started trotting, as if being chased by an enemy.
When he passed Mr. Eve from behind, he accidentally bumped into him.
With a ding, a golden coin fell from his body to the ground, but Lumian didn't seem to notice it, buried his head, and fled in a panic.
Mr. Eve complained, and his eyes were suddenly attracted by the gold coin on the ground.
He subconsciously wanted to call out to the daredevil just now, but after stretching out his hand, he didn't make a sound.
It quickly glanced left and right, squatted down, picked up the 5 fil gold coin, and stuffed it into its trouser pocket as if nothing had happened.