Chapter: 367

The owner of the newsstand suddenly became quiet.

Lumian continued to read the newspaper: "City Hall is discussing a new price plan with the water company..." Valery criticizes consumerism as a fetish...

"..."

"The greatest project in the history of mankind seeks cooperation..."

In the end, this ad made Lumian smell a familiar smell. It was the smell of pranksters or scammers who couldn't hide it!

While paying attention to the direction of the apartment, Lumian intensively read the corresponding content with great interest: "The future of mankind lies in the sea of ​​stars, and the history of mankind is the history of courageous exploration." What is lacking is a wise man with outstanding insight and forward-looking vision, and what is lacking is an adventurer whose charm is courage.

"Last time, we were trapped in the violent sea. This time, we are trapped in the atmosphere, but human civilization and human technology will inevitably overcome all difficulties and dangers and create a real future." We want to cooperate with all dreamers , to build an interstellar bridge that allows us to walk directly from the surface to the interstellar bridge on the red moon.

"Contact: Beale Patil.

"Contact information: 5th Floor, 9 St. Martin Street, District 2."

The more Lumian watched, the more amusing he became, and he deeply reflected on himself: As the prank king of Kordu Village, who grew up influenced by Aurora's wonderful ideas, he never thought that he would be so crazy and outrageous Such an absurd idea, and those guys advertised it confidently, as if they were sure to deceive a group of people.

Is it because I still have unrealistic illusions about the average human IQ?

Lumian touched his chin with his gloved left palm.

At this moment, he saw a group of people walking towards the old apartment at 20 White Coat Street.

The leader is a gentleman wearing a silk top hat and a black formal suit, at least from the outside, with a deep profile, a mahogany pipe in his mouth, and a diamond ring shining under the light on his left hand.

The few burly men surrounding the gentleman were menacing, wearing canvas jackets or dark jackets, as if they were members of a gang.

When they disappeared at the entrance of the apartment, Lumian also walked over with the newspaper.

When he got downstairs, he smelled several perfumes at the same time.

One is very familiar, it is the inferior perfume he got on Aosta's body, and the other is richer, sweeter, with a slightly wild fishy smell.

Musk perfume? On the man with the pipe just now? Lumian followed the smell and went all the way up to the fifth floor of the apartment.

Then, he saw Aosta. Trull.

The liar dressed as a wizard was surrounded by the group of people just now, and the "gentleman" wearing a diamond ring tapped his forehead lightly with a mahogany-colored pipe, and smiled politely: "Don't think that you can get rid of us just by moving.

"Until all debts are paid off, I will follow you forever like your shadow."

"I'll have money right away, and I can pay you back part of it tomorrow!"

"Very good." The "gentleman" smiled and nodded.

Then he turned the pipe around and punched Aosta in the face with the still burning part.

Aosta shrank back in pain, but didn't dare to cry out.

"It's a little bit of interest.

"If you don't go up again tomorrow, I will take one of your fingers away."

After finishing speaking, he put his hands on his chest and saluted politely, "See you tomorrow, my friend."

Lumian at the top of the stairs curled his mouth and muttered to himself, "Are people and dogs learning from Gehrman now?"