Chapter: 410

Lumian was stunned for a moment, feeling that the woman in the painting looked very familiar.

He knew that this should be Suzanne, the famous prostitute whom Charles mistaken for Saint-Viève. Matisse.

But he had never seen this woman before, so it was unreasonable for him to think that she looked familiar.

After pondering for a while, Lumian suddenly remembered something.

Some time ago, when he was dancing the dance of tricks in room 207, he attracted a translucent figure that was obviously stronger than other creatures.

That figure was also a woman, and Susanna in the portrait. Matisse is very similar, except that one has blue-green hair, one has brown-red hair, one is long enough to cover a naked body, and the other can only be tied in a normal bun.

Also, that figure is even more charming, as if it can directly arouse the hidden desire in everyone's heart, and Susanna. Matisse's portrait didn't excite Lumián.

"Reckless prayers brought about problems?" Lumian nodded invisibly.

After checking for a while, he left room 504, took the calcium carbide lamp, went to Market Avenue and took a coach to the observatory area.

Go underground and go to Aosta. On the way to the area where Trull used to haunt, Lumian looked at the patches of darkness behind the stone pillars from time to time.

Regarding this, he laughed at himself and said, "You won't meet the ghost of Montsouris again, will you?"

If this is the case, he has to consider whether there is a special connection between the ghost of Montsouris and something in himself, or whether the pollution of that person has been sealed, but it has indirectly changed his "constellation" and made his luck worse. become extremely bad.

Fortunately, Lumian's worries did not come true. He successfully saw the bonfire and saw Aosta sitting under the stone pillar. Trull.

The man with a hood and a black robe glanced at Lumian and smiled from the heart: "Mr. K allows you to attend our occult gathering, every two weeks at nine o'clock on Wednesday night."

At nine o'clock the night after tomorrow, Lumian nodded with a smile: "Where is the meeting place?"

"You come to the place where I live an hour in advance to find me, and I will take you there." Aosta replied without hesitation. Lumian said "Yes" and said, "I'll pay you the balance at that time."

"Okay." Although Aosta was a little disappointed, he could still accept it.

Lumian turned to ask, "Is there anything I need to pay attention to when attending that party?"

Lumian smiled: "You have seen my face and know my identity. After the first meeting, should I consider burying you in some corner of Trier underground?"

Aosta shivered instinctively, forced a smile and said: "You are so humorous.

"But I don't know who you are, where you live, or what you do. Moreover, your current appearance should not be the most real state."

After frightening the other party, Lumian found a rock and sat down. While enjoying the warmth brought by the bonfire, he asked chattingly, "Hundreds of thousands of Felkins?" Lumian was a little surprised: "A high-level courtesan earns more than most best-selling authors?"

"Isn't this normal?" Aosta had a strange expression on his face, "Senior courtesans can sleep on the beds of congressmen, bankers, and senior officials, but best-selling writers can't."

"I prefer the body." Aosta is quite frank.

Lumian asked again: "No." Aosta shook his head.

"If there is such a female ghost, I would like to meet it once."

Lumian stood up and said with a low laugh, "Then you should be prepared to come here dozens of times a night, and you will eventually die suddenly."

"" Aosta's expression instantly froze on his face.

At 3:00 p.m., No. 27 Market Avenue, Candide Market District Police Headquarters.

Lumian, who spent nearly 300 Filkin on three sets of clothes of different grades, cheap cosmetics, and other disguise items, appeared in the very noisy hall with people coming and going.