Chapter: 433

Near the catacombs, Aosta Trull, wearing a hooded black robe, sat in his old position facing the campfire.

"Aren't you going to change places?" Lumian walked over and asked with a smile.

Aosta laughed and said: "My divination and interpretation are quite accurate. Many people have already introduced friends. If I change places, won't I lose the accumulated customers? They are all Felkin!"

"What are accumulated customers? They are obviously accumulated fools." Lumian said half-jokingly and half-sarcastically.

Aosta dared not refute.

Lumian immediately asked: "I have something to ask Mr. K, how should I contact him?"

It turned out that they didn't come to see me... Aosta breathed a sigh of relief, and said quickly: "People who have attended the party can go directly to the headquarters of "Psychic" magazine, which is the building where we met. No. 19 Street, knock on the door of Room 103 according to the rhythm of three longs, two shorts and one long, and someone will take you to see Mr. K. If you don’t want to go in person, you can send a letter to Room 103, No. 19, Sher Street, Boulevard District , the addressee is Guillaume Pierre."

What a fake pseudonym... The rhythm of knocking on the door is different from the rhythm of knocking on the door before the party... Mr. K didn't even tell me this. He thought Aosta could speak? Lumian nodded, bid farewell to Aosta, and returned to the ground.

When he passed the entrance of the catacombs, he saw a group of visitors holding lit white candles, following the administrator through the naturally formed arch, and entering the "Empire of Death".

Withdrawing his gaze, Lumian went all the way out and took a public carriage to No. 19 Sheer Street in the boulevard area.

He lowered his peaked cap and knocked on the door of room 103 in the rhythm of three longs, two shorts and one long.

With a creak, the dark red wooden door opened.

Appearing in front of Lumian was a young man with a handsome face and brown hair who looked like an artist.

He looked at Lumian with his dark brown eyes for two seconds: "Who are you looking for?"

"I'm Charles, I have something to ask Mr. K." Lumian said bluntly.

The young man turned his head slightly, as if listening to a small voice.

Soon, he said to Lumian, "Follow me."

The young man walked all the way to the side of the fairly classic room, and opened the secret door hidden in the dressing room.

There are stairs leading to the ground, and gas wall lamps surrounded by black grids are inlaid on the walls on both sides.

Lumian entered the basement, walked through a short corridor, and came to a rather empty room.

He suspects that there are other exits here, even leading to a certain area of ​​underground Trier.

At this moment, Mr. K was sitting in a red armchair, his face hidden in the shadow of a large hood.

The party caller looked at Lumian without speaking, bringing a sense of terrifying oppression.

Lumian pressed his peaked cap and said with a smile: "Good morning, Mr. K, I have something to ask for your help. It is up to you to decide what price I need to pay."

Mr. K was silent for a few seconds, and asked in a low and hoarse voice: "The Stingers know that you killed Maggot?"

really. Lumian was not at all surprised that Mr. K had some of his information.

When he attended the party, he deliberately covered his face with a bandage, and restored the state when he killed Maggot, in order to let Mr. K know about that incident, so as to show his own value and more impulsive and extreme character.

And this can also "win the trust" of Mr. K.

Lumian shook his head: "It's another question..." He then told how he knew Charlie, how he helped him get out of trouble but was hated by Suzanne Mathis, and how he was almost killed by that weird creature. Fortunately, the official The reporter arrived in time and told the story exactly, without a single lie, but without mentioning many details.

This corroborated with the intelligence he wanted to buy at the party.