Chapter: 384

"You're not a college student in the memorial hall, are you?" Those bastards always made up all kinds of lies to sneak into the tomb, singing, dancing, and having banquets in the ossuary!

"Go in, remember to bring a lighted white candle like those guys, this is my only request!"

Lumian used to worry that if he could be admitted to university, his behavior style would be too different from his classmates, but now it seems that this is completely unnecessary worry.

Those students are crazier than him!

"Okay." Lumian showed a disappointed expression, "I'll come back next time with a white candle."

The old man nodded in satisfaction.

Lumian turned around and walked along the repaired road to the stairs leading to the ground.

After more than a hundred meters, he suddenly caught sight of a black shadow out of the corner of his eye.

The black figure arched its back slightly and walked slowly behind the row of stone pillars on the left.

Lumian looked at it at a glance, and felt that it was not real, almost illusory.

Subconsciously, Lumian raised the calcium carbide lamp and let the blue-yellow light cast over it.

The shadow was gone, as if it had never been there before.

Lumian quickly looked around, but found nothing.

His childish hole enlarged accordingly, and his expression became extremely dignified.

A few seconds later, Lumian laughed, almost couldn't straighten his back, and almost shed tears: "Haha, come on, just come! I want to see how you let me kill all my immediate family members, and how you let me die mysteriously!"

After going around the Mason Cafe in the Botanical Garden as planned, Lumian returned to the "Golden Rooster Hotel" on the chaotic street, went straight to the third floor, and came to room 10 where the lunatic lived.

boom! boom! boom! He knocked on the door.

"I'm going to die! I'm going to die!" The raving in the room suddenly became sharp.

"I'm going to die too!" Lumian cursed expressionlessly.

The lunatic seemed to be frightened by his aura, and went silent, but he didn't make any response.

Lumian didn't knock on the door again, took out the small piece of wire that he carried with him, drilled it into the keyhole, and fiddled a few times.

With a sound of Kacha, the stained brown wooden door opened backward "by itself".

Lumian immediately saw the lunatic, still wearing the linen shirt and yellow trousers, kneeling on the ground, his dense black beard almost covering his eyes.

Lumian walked in, closed the door casually, then squatted in front of the lunatic, and said in a low voice:

"I also met the ghost of Montsouris."

The lunatic visibly shuddered, only the frightened blue eyes showing some signs of thawing.

After a few seconds, he took a breath and asked in a deep voice

"Are you sure it's the ghost of Montsouris?"

Into the occasional state of sobriety that Charlie said? Lumian smiled and said:

"I don't know, so I asked you to confirm.