Chapter: 398

Gabriel took off his glasses and rubbed his face: "For so long, you are the second person who is willing to encourage me. Others will only laugh at me for liking fantasy and not being willing to face reality."

If it weren't for you and Aurora having similar occupations, I would have laughed at you like this, and laughed harder than they...

Lumian slandered, and asked curiously, "Who was the first person to encourage you?"

"It's Miss Safari in Room 309." Gabriel looked up at the ceiling. "She's a mannequin. I haven't seen her for several days. She may have moved away."

That mannequin that the Rulers mentioned? Lumian nodded and extended an invitation: "Would you like to have a drink at the bar?"

Gabriel was very emotional, but finally controlled himself: "Next time, I will hand in the manuscript tomorrow."

"Okay." Lumian waved his hand and walked back to his room.

After looking at the noisy and busy street scene from the window, Lumian decided to find a restaurant, have a good meal, and taste the delicacies of Trier.

At this moment, he heard a shrill female voice from upstairs: "You bastard! You boar!

"Your mother and the devil gave birth to you..."

The cursing stopped abruptly, as if it had been forcibly interrupted.

With a heart move, Lumian opened the window.

"You like women so much, why don't you go to your mother?

"..."

This time, Lumian clearly heard the voice coming from the 4th floor.

That Miss Yin Sangsi who was forced to work as an illegal prostitute? Lumian remembered Charlie's story.

This also means that Maggot, the leader of the Stinger Gang, has brought his men down to collect the money.

——In the Republic of Intis, there are two types of prostitutes, one is officially registered, in places such as City Wall Street and Breda Street, and the other is illegal, without paying taxes, and will be cracked down. The number of prostitutes is the former Ten times, or even twenty times.

After pondering for a while, Lumian put on a dark suit and came between 202 and 203, where there are stairs leading to the upper floor.

He then took out the bottle of cheap perfume he had bought in Bigorre, intending to pour some on the wooden steps for Maggot and his men to step on as they passed.

——I don't know when the next attack of Montsouris' ghost will come, and Lumian hopes to find the prey as soon as possible to complete the exchange of fate.

After thinking for a few seconds, he gave up the idea of ​​pouring the perfume directly, intending to make the matter look like an accident, so as to evade possible probing by extraordinary abilities.

Lumian slightly unscrewed the lid, pretending that his palm slipped and failed to grasp the thick glass bottle.

With a bang, the perfume bottle fell to the bottom step, and some liquid naturally flowed out, followed by a strong and almost pungent fragrance.

Lumian squatted down "distressed", picked up the bottle, and recapped it.

He wiped the perfume that flowed out with the palm of his hand again, wiping it on himself continuously.

Soon, most of the liquid was dried up, and the evening wind from the balcony washed away the rich smell.

Only then did Lumian retreat to Room 207, leaning against the door frame, hiding his figure, and looking towards the stairs.

After ten minutes, there were footsteps coming down the stairs.

At this time, the smell of perfume in the corridor has faded a lot.