Chapter 224 Vent "Where are you going?" Janna asked, looking at Lumian's back. "Go to bed." Lumian didn't look back. Janna thought for two seconds, curled her lips, and followed Lumian. She wanted to confirm this guy's final destination and see if he really went back to the Golden Rooster Hotel to sleep. Otherwise, given his current condition, she really didn't know what kind of trouble he would cause. Lumian ignored Janna's presence and slowly walked back to the Golden Rooster Inn. At this time, the door of the hotel was locked. Instead of climbing the water pipe, he took out a half piece of wire he carried with him, inserted it into the brass keyhole, and fiddled with it for a few times. The door opened back, and it was dark inside, with only a little light coming from the stairs leading to the basement bar. Lumian took one look and chose that direction. Fuck! Didn't we say we were going to sleep? Janna cursed inwardly, sighed, and followed him into the basement bar of the Golden Rooster Hotel. There were not many people in the bar. Two or three drunk guys each occupied a small round table, howling from time to time, but they didn't have much strength.

The only customer at the bar was Lumian's neighbor, playwright Gabriel, who lived in room 206. He was wearing a linen shirt that had been washed to a bleached color, brown trousers, large black-framed glasses on his nose, and his hair was messy and greasy. “Still drinking so late?” Lumian sat down next to Gabriel, his eyes fixed on the glass of green absinthe in his hand that was gleaming with a psychedelic sheen. A bit back to normal? Janna looked at Lumian and felt that his condition was not as bad as before. She covered her mouth with her hands and yawned, pulled over a high stool and sat down, deciding to observe for another quarter of an hour. Gabriel smiled bitterly: "I just finished a manuscript and came down to have a drink." “Are all you writers the same? Like to be busy at night and sleep during the day?” Lumian knocked on the bar counter and asked for a glass of absinthe. Gabriel hesitated and said: “It’s like this for many writers; a quiet night can give us more inspiration. “But I didn’t stay up late just for this, but because I had to run around various theaters during the day, trying to get a manager to read my script and choose to take it on. "I went to the Renaissance Theatre in Memorial Hall today. Their manager, Nathan Lope, is known as the operator who understands the theater best and is most likely to see the value of my script. However, he refused to see me. I was unable to see him whether I went to his office or visited his apartment." Hearing the words theater, manager, etc., Janna took a silent breath, vaguely feeling a little afraid. The fact that many people around her were believers of evil gods left her with a certain psychological trauma. More importantly, those guys' abilities were disgusting and twisted, which made her repulse them from the bottom of her heart. Lumian picked up the absinthe that the bar owner and bartender Pavard Nissen pushed over to him and took a sip. "Do you know where the theater manager lives?" "Yes, I used to visit him in his apartment with other playwrights. He was not married yet and he often changed mistresses." Gabriel rambled on. Lumian smiled. "I have a way to get that guy to read your script, but I can't guarantee whether he will take it over." "Really?" Gabriel was surprised, happy and suspicious.

Is there any way? Janna looked puzzled. Lumian drank the glass of absinthe in one gulp, stood up and said: "Go now and take your script with you!" "..."Gabriel had never seen such a man of action. It's already midnight! With the mentality that there was no hope anyway, he might as well give it a try, so he drank the rest of the absinthe and returned to the second floor to get the script of the three-act play. At the entrance of the Golden Rooster Hotel, Janna looked at Lumian with confusion and curiosity: "Do you really have any idea?" Lumian sneered: "You don't have to believe it." "Ha!" Janna expressed her disdain. She wasn't sure if this was a sign of a bad condition, and being a little curious, she decided to go and see for herself to stop Charles from doing anything extreme. Not long after, Gabriel returned to the first floor. He changed into a cleaner and more decent suit and tied a red bow tie. "Address," Lumian asked calmly. "Room 15, Apartment 702, DeFoe Street, Memorial District." Gabriel looked at the chaotic street with almost no street lights intact. He only saw a few drunkards and people wandering around. He tried to ask: "Shall we walk over there?" There were no public horse-drawn carriages at this time, and the Memorial Hall area and the Market area were adjacent to each other. Lumian ignored him and walked to the market avenue at a moderate pace. He stopped in front of a four-wheeled two-seater rental carriage operating late at night and said to the driver of the Imperial Carriage Company: "To 15 DeFord Street, Memorial District." The driver, wearing a waxed hat and a blue suit with yellow buttons, looked at Lumien and the other two and said: "Two filgin." In Trier, the daytime fare for a hired carriage is 1 filgins for a journey of no more than an hour, and filgins per hour for a journey longer than that. After midnight and before ., the fare for a short trip is 6 filgins, and the fare for a long trip is 2 filgins per hour. Lumian said nothing, but took out two silver coins worth 1 Fergold and threw them to the driver. He did not show any modesty, but got on the carriage and took a seat directly. This put Gabriel in a very awkward position. He didn't know whether he should behave like a gentleman and squeeze in with Charles, or let the singer Jenna make her own choice. Finally, knowing that she was not invited, Janna grumbled and sat next to Lumian, trying hard to squeeze out a seat. The horse-drawn carriage started and drove towards the memorial area. During the journey, Lumian remained silent, which made it difficult for Gabriel to ask him what solution he had. The atmosphere in the car was a little awkward. Jenna had gotten used to Lumian's state tonight, so she simply let go of her attention and thought about her own things. After an unknown amount of time, the cab stopped downstairs of No. 15 Defoe Street.

Lumian went straight to the apartment building, but was blocked by the doorman as soon as he entered the lobby. "Which floor and room do you live in?" the security guard asked dutifully, "If you are not a guest here, you need to..." Before he could finish his words, something cold suddenly pressed against his head. Lumian pulled out the revolver from under his armpit and pressed the muzzle to the guard's forehead. "You, you, what do you want to do?" The security guard, who was almost fifty years old, stuttered. Gabriel was stunned and began to doubt whether Charles really had a solution. Jenna was amused and looking forward to what was going to happen next. Seeing that Lumian did not answer, she drove the guard to the corner of the lobby and used the ropes she carried with her to tie up his hands and feet and gagged him. After doing all this, Lumian closed the door of the apartment, locked it, and then went up the stairs. Gabriel woke up as if from a dream, chased after him, and asked anxiously: "Is there really no problem with this?" “What do you think?” Lumian raised the corners of his mouth and responded with a smile. Gabriel was choked and didn't know what to say. He hesitated whether to give up letting Nathan Lope, the manager of the Renaissance Theatre, see his script. If I say no and go back now, will Charles be very angry and shoot me? He is a gang leader... Gabriel opened his mouth but could not say anything to dissuade him. Soon, the three of them reached the top floor and stopped outside 702. Gabriel was about to knock on the door when he saw Lumian take out a piece of wire and swiftly open the vermilion wooden door. “…”Gabriel had no idea what Lumian was thinking. Seeing this, Janna quickly took off her light-colored shawl and covered her face with it, leaving only her forehead and eyes exposed. She suspected that Charles was going to do something next, and in order to avoid being implicated by him, it would be best to disguise herself, at least so that no one could remember what she looked like. Lumian walked into the living room filled with crimson moonlight, took out a bandage, and wrapped it around his face, leaving only his eyes and nostrils exposed. "..." Although Gabriel didn't understand why Janna and Charles covered their faces, he instinctively found a piece of cloth and covered the lower half of his face. Lumian, wrapped in white bandages, looked around, walked straight to the master bedroom, turned the handle, and pushed open the door. The crimson moonlight that filled the living room poured in, illuminating the two people lying on the bed. There was a man and a woman. The man had fluffy black hair and was probably in his early forties. He had a thin face and a high nose bridge. The woman had slightly curly blonde hair and was about twenty years old. She had smooth skin and a beautiful figure. They all seemed to be naked, covered with velvet blankets. "He's the theater manager?" Lumian asked without controlling his voice. Gabriel felt as if he were dreaming: "Yes, it's him." Lumian immediately walked towards the big bed, and Nathan Lope, the manager of the Renaissance Theatre, woke up vaguely when he heard the noise. Before he could open his eyes, Lumian grabbed his shoulders and lifted him up.

Nathan Lope suddenly woke up, and a head wrapped in white bandages was reflected in his eyes. This frightened him so much that his heart seemed to stop beating, and he completely forgot to shout or question. The next second, a revolver was pressed against his head. Nathan Lope closed his mouth and was half carried, half pushed into the living room. As he passed by Janna, Lumian looked sideways at the big bed behind him and whispered: "Keep an eye on that woman." Jenna was quite confused about the current situation, but that didn't stop her from getting excited. She quickly squatted down, pulled out her revolver, aimed at the blonde who had just woken up, and said "coldly": "I don't want to hear any noise." The blonde girl hugged the quilt tightly and trembled on the bed. Lumian made Nathan Lope sit on the armchair, and tied his hands and feet with the clothes thrown on the sofa and the floor, fixing him there. Gabriel followed blankly, watching blankly, and suddenly an idea popped into his head: Are we here to rob Nathan Lope, or are we here to make him read my script? After Jenna brought the blonde girl in her nightgown to the living room, Lumian lit the crystal chandelier, stepped back, took the revolver, and sat on the sofa opposite the armchair. Nathan Lope seemed to have just woken up and said in a hurry: "How much do you want? I'll give it to you. All of it! "Here are 1100 Felkin and a diamond necklace. I'll give them all to you! As long as you don't hurt me!" Lumian, whose face was covered in bandages, turned his head and said to Gabriel: "Yes." "What?" Gabriel responded blankly. Lumian laughed: "Read your script. Mr. Nathan Lope is waiting to hear it." This...Gabriel was completely stunned. Is this how I get Nathan Lope to read my script? Is this how normal people think? Not only Gabriel had such an idea, but Jenna couldn't help but move her mouth. Charles' mental state is really not normal! Wouldn't this really lead to Mr. Playwright being sent to the police station? Luckily I covered my face! Gabriel walked tremblingly to Nathan Lope's side with similar relief, took out the script, and read it out sentence by sentence, looking like he was forced to do so. Nathan Lope listened in confusion, wondering if he was having an extremely absurd dream: I was sleeping when a masked man broke into my house and tied me to a chair, just to make me listen to a script? After listening for a while, he gradually got into the state with his strong professional instinct and became more and more focused. When the main dialogue of the first act was over, Nathan Lope interrupted Gabriel: "Who wrote this?" "I." Gabriel answered subconsciously. Nathan Lope said in a deep voice: "Bring it to my office at 10 . tomorrow and we'll sign the contract." "Yes, yes." Gabriel was surprised, happy and frightened.

Is it true that I won’t encounter the police when I arrive at the Fuxing Theatre tomorrow? Lumian immediately laughed, stood up, picked up the revolver, and walked towards the door. Janna and Gabriel followed him, allowing the blonde to untie Nathan Lope. On the way down the stairs, Janna smiled and said to Gabriel: "Mr. Playwright, your script is really great, and the lines are very touching. What is its name?" "It's called 'The Man Who Chases the Light.'" Gabriel didn't understand why an underground singer was so interested in the script, and just responded instinctively. Jenna quickened her pace, caught up to Lumian, and said in a low voice: “Is this your approach? "Aren't you afraid that the theater manager is also a believer in the evil god?" In her mind now, all theaters might have problems. Lumian took off the bandage and replied expressionlessly: "That's a good opportunity to have a fight." I knew it…Janna muttered silently. After retrieving the rope and other items from the doorman, the three of them took a rented carriage and returned to the Golden Rooster Hotel. After Gabriel thanked him and returned to his room with a mixture of worry and joy, Jenna watched Charles wash up and lie down on the bed, and she finally breathed a sigh of relief. She helped to draw the curtains, carefully closed the wooden door, and left the Golden Rooster Hotel. In the near-lightless darkness, Lumian closed his eyes and remained motionless. (End of this chapter)