Chapter: 377
After leaving room 305, his expression became serious, and he said to himself, "In the next few days, we must pay more attention to prevent Anthony. Rhett betrayed me...
"Do I have to find an opportunity to show my strength in front of him and convince him that I will take revenge?"
Lumian walked towards the stairs while thinking.
Suddenly, he heard someone shouting, laughing and crying: "I'm going to die, I'm going to die!"
Lumian followed the prestige and saw a man squatting at the door of Room 310.
The man was wearing a dirty linen shirt and yellow trousers, his shoulder-length black hair was disheveled.
At this time, he was holding his head with both hands, looking at the ground, and kept saying to himself: "I'm going to die, I'm going to die!"
The voice was high and low, sometimes frightened and sometimes mad.
The occasionally sober lunatic that Charlie was talking about?
Lumian looked at it for a few seconds, moved closer, and asked curiously: "Why do you feel that you are about to die and have a terminal illness?" The man continued to shout without raising his head, "I'm going to die, I'm going to die!"
Lumian smiled, stepped directly over him, and walked into room 310 with the wooden door open.
The layout of this room was the same as the room 207 he lived in, and it was fairly clean, except for the occasional bedbugs that couldn't be driven away.
"I know." Lumian replied with a smile, "But aren't you about to die? I don't think you have any children or relatives, so the inheritance might as well be used to help poor neighbors like us."
He noticed that the lunatic was only twenty-seven or eight years old, and his black beard hadn't been shaved for some time, densely packed everywhere, making those blue eyes seem to be hidden in the depths of the jungle.
The lunatic was stunned for a few seconds, grabbed his hair, and cried out in extreme pain: "They're all dead, they're all dead!
"I saw Montsouris ghosts, they were all dead, and I was dying too!"
Ghost of Montsouris? Lumian finally heard something different from the lunatic.
He deliberately provoked and stimulated the other party just now, just to see if he could get a different reaction.
The good feedback made him suddenly feel that the potion was showing signs of digestion.
One of the playing rules of the "provocateur" is: provocation is only a means, not an end?
Lumian looked at the lunatic thoughtfully and said, "Why can the Montsouris ghost make them die and make you almost die?"
The lunatic lowered his head and muttered to himself, "Anyone who sees Montsouris' ghost will die, and so will his family, within a year!"
Is it a hallucination of a madman, or is there such a thing? If so, is it a curse?
Lumian asked tentatively, "Where did you meet the Montsouris ghost?"
"Underground, underground! It's just underground in the market area!" The lunatic squatted down again, leaning his back against the wall, wrapping his hands around his body, trembling.
The underground world corresponding to the market area? Why don't you report to two churches and ask them to send someone to clean up the dirty things? Lumian muttered a few words silently.
Seeing that the lunatic had returned to the state of "I'm going to die, I'm going to die", he gave up asking, walked out of room 310, and went down the stairs.
Tomorrow is Sunday, and Lumian decided to go around the Mason Cafe in the Botanical Garden at noon to get an overview of the area. In the afternoon, he went to the Catacombs to see if Aosta had received a message from the party convener. "reply".
In the alleys around the chaotic street, there are many obstacles made of stones, wood, branches and various garbage. Even on the main road, one can be encountered from time to time, but a road for two carriages has been opened in the middle.
They are called barricades, and they can be seen in many districts. Most of them have traces of smoke and fire, and some still have blackened blood. They are a unique scenery in Trier, and the arcade pedestrian street is just at the two ends of the balance.