Chapter 327 What is true and what is false (Thanks to Zhuri for rewarding the Silver Alliance again) After briefly mentioning the reason why he chose his current seat, Buller looked up at Lumian and said with a self-deprecating smile: "I didn't expect you to just shoot." Lumian touched the revolver on his right hand and smiled slightly. "It seems that the people you met before were all good citizens who obeyed the law." Buhler, who had developed his current habit after being beaten several times, subconsciously wanted to refute, but after comparing the previous performance with that of this person, he felt that what the other party said made sense. Thanks to the protection of the law, he, a columnist for "Ghost Face" magazine, is still alive today! "Aren't you afraid of the police?" Buller turned his head to look at the waiter who was holding the menu and drink order but didn't dare to come over. "Firing a gun in a place like this is no small matter. Someone should have called the police." Lumian smiled: "So, we have to hurry up." As he spoke, he picked up the pistol, pushed out the cylinder, and loaded a yellow bullet into the blank position in front of Buller. "I want to know which socialites have left Walled Street and this glamorous world in the past two months." Lumian asked at a moderate pace. Buller shook his head instinctively: "They can't be considered real socialites. Those ladies have their own luxurious residences and fixed lovers of status. They frequently go in and out of high society and can influence a certain industry or certain policies with just their language. The ones here can only be considered as socialites in reserve."

"I just want to know who fits my description." Lumian didn't care about the specific definition of "socialite" at all. Buller glanced at the revolver in his hand and said, recalling: "Four. Little Jorna married a Loen merchant and went to Backlund. 'White Vase' Sophie became the lover of Senator Baptiste and began to attend some high-society dinners and salons. She has the potential to become a real socialite. 'Dew Rose' Mary suffered from mental illness. One morning, she destroyed her face with scissors and was sent to a mental hospital. 'Seasoning Beauty' Paulina suddenly disappeared from Wall Street. It seems that she was taken away by someone of status." While Buller was talking, he saw the handsome villain in front of him who opened fire at the slightest disagreement took out a piece of notepaper and a fountain pen and began to take notes seriously. He swallowed and continued: "I met Pauline some time ago in Vincent Street. She was really well off, with a carriage, maids, footmen, and a butler. "Unfortunately, I was busy with other things at the time and didn't find out where she lived." Vincent Street...Lumian remembered that this was one of the five streets predicted by Franca. It was the farthest from the City Wall Street and was a fairly quiet upscale neighborhood. Based on Buller's description, he initially suspected that Pauline had become Guillaume Bennet's lover. For a wanted criminal, it is definitely safer to directly support a prospective socialite than to frequently spend money on Walled Street. Guillaume Bennet is a man with brains and abilities. He just has an increased desire for intercourse and is more prone to hunger. He is not a fool who cannot control himself at all. He will definitely choose a plan with less risk. At this time, the sound of hurried footsteps came from outside the cafe, and three policemen were approaching the door quickly. Lumian calmly put on his dark blue cap, put away his notepad and fountain pen, counted out 50 Felkin bills, and placed them in front of Buller. After doing all these things, he took the revolver, stood up, walked to the back door of the cafe next door, opened the door and left. boom! The police pushed open the door of the "Hope Cafe". ………… On Vincent Street, villa-style houses stand on both sides. The road is wide and clean, with few pedestrians and occasional horse-drawn carriages passing by. After Lumian turned in here, he felt a little bit at a loss as to where to start at first glance. You can't sneak into every house and search every room, right? Even if he really wanted to do so, he was not the most suitable person. It would obviously be more appropriate to leave it to Franka, but that would be very dangerous. After thinking for a few seconds, Lumian smiled, walked towards one of the houses and rang the doorbell. The person who opened the dark brown door was a young butler. He had no Southern Continent ancestry and looked at Lumian with a puzzled look on his face. He asked in a pure Trier accent: "What can I do for you, sir?"

Lumian smiled and said: "I want to know which lady is the prettiest in this street." "..." The servant was stunned after hearing this. It was the first time he met someone who wanted to know this kind of news. No, it's not the first time I've encountered this. When people discuss it privately or brag in the bar, there will occasionally be people who are curious about this kind of thing, but who would knock on a stranger's door and ask in the hot sun? What exactly does this person want to do? Before the butler could react, Lumian had already taken out a 10 Felgin note and handed it over with a smile. The servant's eyelids twitched, he hesitated for a few seconds, and finally decided to accept it. He suspected that the young man opposite was one of those fake "Dantis" who specialize in defrauding wealthy ladies of their bodies and property. His appearance and behavior matched the description in the newspaper. But if the target is not your wife or daughter, why would you refuse a reward? When the other person gets what he wants, a certain lady also gets happiness! The servant glanced around and said in a low voice: "The lady who lives at number 50 is very beautiful, a real Trier, and she married a provincial from the south, with an accent..." As the butler spoke, he shook his head in indignation and disdain, as if he had been unhappy about this matter for a long time. The smile on Lumian's face became more obvious. Sure enough, the parish priest, who had the negative effect of "showing off urge", found it difficult not to show off to his neighbors after getting a beautiful Trier socialite. He might not hold a dinner dance to announce it, nor would he bring his lover to visit directly, but he would definitely appear in the eyes of his neighbors in some way from time to time to let them know that people from other provinces could also have beautiful socialites as mistresses. At such times, Guillaume Bennet would certainly have to disguise himself sufficiently, but he would not let his mistress hide her beautiful face. He would even ask her to dress up carefully to show an impressive demeanor. Of course, Lumian could not confirm that the lady was Pauline, the priest's mistress, but the fact that he was getting the expected feedback little by little by making bold assumptions and carefully verifying them made him feel that he was getting closer and closer to Guillaume Bennet. Outside the door of 50 Vincent Street, Lumian cast his gaze inside as if he were a passerby. It was an off-white three-story building. Green lawns and colorful gardens could be vaguely seen behind it. A gardener was trimming the plants there, revealing his side profile. Lumian quickly retracted his gaze and looked beyond the pillars of the building with an expressionless face. He was worried that staring for too long might arouse suspicion in some people. As for whether the parish priest would recognize him secretly, he was not worried, because before setting off, he used the "Face of Nether" to partially change his appearance, and told his companions about it under the pretext of makeup. The handsome man with blond and black hair could be Lumian or anyone else. As long as Guillaume Bennet did not have the ability to see through illusions and actively use it, he would not have been able to discover that the pursuer had arrived in this area. Lumian's plan now is to leave Vincent Street directly, replace Janna or Franca, hide in the shadows of the house opposite No. 50, and patiently monitor until the target can be ruled out as a suspect. The reason why he did not come disguised as a tramp as he did in the past was that there were almost no tramps on this street, and if one or two appeared occasionally, they would be quickly taken away by the servants. Just before leaving the off-white building, Lumian naturally turned his head to look sideways again and saw a male figure appear behind the living room window. The figure was not tall, less than meters, wearing a dark home shirt and black trousers. He had a relatively strong physique, a slightly raised nose, and black hair that was neither short nor long. In an instant, Lumian's pupils dilated sharply, then quickly returned to normal. The corners of his mouth curled up a little, and an invisible flame seemed to be ignited in his eyes. Although the man was well disguised, Lumian could recognize him even if he was burned to ashes! He is Guillaume Bennet, the parish priest of the village of Cordou!

Lumian withdrew his gaze with difficulty and continued forward. At the same time, his mind raced as he began to think about which course of action to choose next. Soon he reached the end of Vincent Street. Just then, a parrot with green and white feathers flew over from the direction of Wall Street, landed on his shoulder, and chirped: "We found our target!" Found the target? Then who did I see? Another parish priest? Lumien was shocked and confused, and was a little stunned for a moment. Which side is the real Guillaume Bene? Is it my own fault, or are the Iron Cross and the Rat Christo deceived? ………… A quarter of an hour ago, Rampart Street, Dill brothel. Albus was in the attached bar on the first floor, drinking a glass of Lelanche while observing what the waiters, handymen and foremen in the brothel were responsible for. During this process, he would casually look at the customers passing by, but he didn't gain much, because those who wanted to conceal their identities were openly wearing various masks, and those who didn't want to conceal their identities were almost impossible to be his target. After having a general understanding of the operation of the "Dill" brothel, Albus took the opportunity to go to the bathroom, turned to the road leading to the kitchen, and waited for a waiter with a few notes. The waiter is responsible for summarizing the needs of each room and placing orders with the kitchen. Albus, with dark red hair, took the initiative to step forward and directly pulled out a handful of golden coins and a thick stack of banknotes from his pocket. The waiter immediately showed an expression of confusion and curiosity. Albus smiled and said: "I'm here to find a bastard. I don't know what he's disguised as, but I know he's about your height, likes to pick up the most famous girls, and likes to find food to fill his stomach immediately after exercise. "If you can provide me with the relevant information, these are all yours." PS: Thank you Zhuri for rewarding the Silver Alliance again. (End of this chapter)