Chapter 240 Concealment (Please give me a monthly ticket in the last two days) "How is it, do you know him?" Franca turned her head to look at the silent Lumian. Lumian withdrew his gaze from the gradually blurring mirror and replied in a low voice: "Hugues Artois's people. I have seen them in his campaign team." Franka frowned, put away the makeup mirror and said: "What happened?" Lumian recounted the story of Rule and Michel and his wife, and concluded: “There’s something very wrong with this person.” Franka said with a sigh: "I've become a scavenger, why do I have to face this kind of thing..." She then sneered: "Hugues Artois was considered to be a sufficiently open-minded person by 'Ms. Moon', so I wouldn't be surprised if there were some weird people around him." Having said that, Franca paused, looked at Lumian and said:

"Hugues Artois is now a member of Congress. He will be protected both openly and secretly. If we do something against him or the people around him, it will be easily traced and the consequences will be very serious. "Let's leave this matter to the official Beyonders to conduct follow-up investigations. I can't guarantee anything else, but at least the members of the Purifiers and Mechanical Hearts of the Inquisition will not turn a blind eye to such things. They will definitely find a way to find out the truth of the matter and the situation of the target." Lumian nodded slowly and asked: "Which pathway and which sequence could it be? A mouthful of spit can infect a person with such a deadly disease." On his way from the Golden Rooster Hotel to White Coat Street, he carefully recalled the low-sequence information of the twenty-two divine pathways recorded in Auror's witchcraft notes, and found that none of them matched the current situation. Franka thought about it seriously and said: "My understanding of the twenty-two divine paths is similar to your sister's, but I have a deeper understanding of some aspects. I can think of only one sequence that meets the requirements, but it is of a higher status and is limited to females, which is inconsistent with the target's situation. "Well... since we have encountered the followers of the Great Mother and the Mother Tree of Desire, why can't the target be someone who has received the gift of another evil god? “Haha, if the belief in evil gods is really involved, the extraordinary people from the two major churches will definitely work harder. "Well, the circumstances of Ruhl's death are very unique. As long as the police who come to investigate the scene are not blind, they will quickly report it to their superiors and let someone who can handle it handle it." Lumian hummed, his expression softening a little. After saying goodbye to Franca, he returned to the Golden Rooster Inn. As she passed the front desk, Mrs. Firth stood up and said in a slightly fearful and flattering tone: "Good morning, Mr. Charles." A few days ago, the police informed her that Mr. Efe believed in a cult and had become a wanted criminal. They asked her to use the rental income during this period to pay for various expenses, maintain the normal operation of the hotel, and keep good accounts. After the election, they will deal with the future of the Golden Rooster Hotel as soon as possible. This made Mrs. Firth uneasy, fearing that she would be fired by the new boss, so she subconsciously tried to please Charles, hoping that the leader of the Savoy Party would say a few words for her when the time comes - no matter who took over the Golden Rooster Inn, they would not offend the corresponding gangsters too much, except those with powerful backgrounds. “Good morning,” Lumian responded simply, and walked up the stairs to the third floor, along the walls of which were covered with newspapers and pink paper to cover up stains, cracks, and bedbugs. He closed the door of Room 302 before the tenants on the third floor got up, so until now no one has discovered that Rule and Michel are dead. ——Mrs. Michelle's singing before she hanged herself did not alarm the neighbors. For the tenants living in the street, there are all kinds of noises at night, singing, shooting, fighting, shouting, sports, all kinds of noises, which are not worth paying attention to. Lumian first put the silk handkerchief back to the hidden place in the bathroom, then stopped in front of Room 302, stretched out his left hand wearing a black glove, turned the handle, and opened the wooden door. Inside the room, Mrs. Michelle's body hung quietly. The smell of food beside Rule and the smell of the surrounding garbage mixed together, filling the increasingly bright light. Lumian stared for more than ten seconds, then slowly turned around and left.

………… It was almost eight o'clock when the two policemen from last time were notified and arrived at the Golden Rooster Hotel. They saw Lumian, who had disguised himself with the "secret glasses". "Why is there another death?" The policeman who had questioned Lumian before asked unhappily. His face has deep lines, but his features are not good-looking, and he looks a little old. Lumian replied calmly: "One died of illness. I'm not a doctor, so I can't save him." "What about the other one?" the policeman asked. Lumian said calmly: "To the shock of it, he hanged himself." The old-looking policeman frowned and went into room 302 with his companion. The first thing he saw was Mrs. Michelle's body hanging from the window frame, and he instinctively covered his nose. It's so dirty and smelly here! Then, his eyes swept over Ruhl's body and saw the festering, pus-oozing skin and flesh. “Son of a bitch, is this what you call being sick?” He couldn’t help but turn his head and look at Lumian with a look of shock and fear. Lumian briefly described what happened last night, but he did not mention that when Rule was at the Roblin Clinic, his condition had already worsened, and he was saved only because he drank half a bottle of "healing potion", and attributed the credit to the antipyretic potion from Fool Pharmaceuticals. He also talked about how he suspected the garbage that the Rule couple collected last night contained a source of infection, which was why he made them sleep in Room 307. He also talked about how Mrs. Michelle mentioned there was a silk handkerchief in the bathroom. The two policemen became more silent as they listened, and their expressions looked a little strange. When Lumian finished speaking, they quickly went to the bathroom to confirm the existence of the silk handkerchief. The old-looking policeman glanced at Charles outside and said to his companion in a low voice: "It's another occult incident. You stay here and watch the scene. I'll report the matter." The other policeman nodded: "no problem." Lumian watched them divide the work and wait patiently for the official Beyonders to arrive. In less than a quarter of an hour, the old-looking policeman returned to the Golden Rooster Hotel. He was alone. What about the official Beyonders? Lumian's eyes widened slightly. The old-looking policeman avoided Lumian and pulled his companion to the end of the corridor, and began to communicate in whispers. Lumian was quite far away, and although he tried hard to listen, he still couldn't make out what was being said. After a while, the old-looking policeman walked up to Lumian and said seriously: "It was initially confirmed to be death from illness and suicide."

No more investigation? Lumian's eyebrows twitched slightly. The policeman repeated what he had said when he took away Flemish's body, put on gloves, put the silk handkerchief into a cloth bag and tied it tightly. Lumian watched in silence as they put the body down, wrapped Ruel, and put him in a body bag, his mind racing with thoughts: "Official Beyonders think there's nothing wrong with this kind of death, and don't need to investigate? "Or, the police officer didn't report the incident, and the official Beyonders don't know about it yet? “Someone stopped him and told him to treat this as an ordinary death case with no criminal offense involved? "..." As his thoughts settled, Lumian quietly followed the police as they carried the two bodies onto the freight wagon. He followed them from a distance, sniffing the lingering stench of Rule and Michel, all the way to the door of the Market District Police Headquarters. Looking at the gate where uniformed police officers occasionally came in and out, Lumian frowned slightly. He initially suspected that it was a senior officer in the Police Headquarters who stopped the two policemen, but he could not further confirm who it was. Even if he followed up at the police headquarters, given the environment there and his identity, it would be impossible for him to track all the way to the corresponding office. And if he observed from the outside, he would have no way of knowing which person who walked out of the door had a problem. Lumian once again pondered the direction of his investigation: "Use divination to find Franka? “But there is absolutely no medium… "Think about it another way...why did the officer stop the investigation? Did he know someone would be involved, or did someone alert him to something like this in advance? "If it's the latter, then it's most likely a powerful person in the congressman's office..." Lumian's heart moved, and he left the door of the police headquarters and quickly came to the four-story khaki building where the congressman's office in the market area was located. He squatted at the entrance of the alley across the street, hanging out with a group of homeless people. Soon he saw a police officer. The police officer was plump, in his early forties, with brown hair and blue eyes. On his black shoulder straps were three-petaled silver-white fleur-de-lis. This stands for Chief Inspector, one rank below Superintendent. Watching the chief inspector turn into the congressman's office, Lumian raised the corners of his mouth and revealed a slight smile. ………… The second floor of the khaki four-story building. Tybalt, with a pale face and curly blond hair, entered the office of the congressman's secretary. The secretary was in his thirties, with neatly combed black hair and blue eyes blocked by gold-rimmed glasses. He had regular features and a gentle temperament. He looked at Tybalt who was coughing intermittently, threw out a cloth bag, and said with a cold expression: "Your handkerchief has been found." Tybalt, who had dark blond curly hair and was dressed in a black suit, smiled and said: "Very quickly." "Asshole!" the congressman's secretary cursed, "Don't you know that your sputum can infect others with diseases? Aren't you afraid that people from the two major churches will find out?"

Tybalt's brown eyes were indifferent, and he said indifferently: “At most two or three untouchables will die, and no one will care about them. "I've been sick long enough without receiving a new gift, and it makes me irritable and want to kill people." The congressman's secretary looked at him for a few seconds and rebuked him in a deep voice: "If I hadn't taken precautions in advance, the Purifier would have come looking for you. “It doesn’t matter if you die, just don’t affect us! "Tybalt, there won't be a next time." Tybalt shrugged his shoulders to show that he accepted the criticism. PS: I’m asking for monthly tickets in the last two days~ (End of this chapter)