Chapter 386 "Breaking In" Amid the sound of his monocle falling and sliding, the guard tilted his head and looked at Lumian with a look of astonishment and confusion. His attitude was quite strange. He neither fought back angrily nor shouted to other companions for help. It was as if everything he had just encountered was just a drama performance full of mystery. Lumian smiled as he walked past the guard and went up the stairs without looking back. The guard's eyes flickered a few times before he gave up trying to stop him. Although there was still an expression of confusion and thought on his face, his eyes changed rapidly and the corners of his mouth curled up, as if he was expecting something, as if he felt that something good was about to happen. When Lumian reached the second floor, the two guards wearing monocles did not stop him. Instead, they watched the intruder pass by with a smile that showed a bit of weirdness and expectation. Are there no Low-Sequence Beyonders? Lumian muttered in disappointment. He was prepared and waiting for a fight in order to put on a show for the "Alone" bar across the street, but who knew that the remaining fake Amons in the "Different" nightclub were all ordinary people and no one tried to deal with him. However, this is normal to think about. Amon is not Mr. Fool or the Great Mother, who can grant blessings to believers on a large scale. The mid- and low-sequence Extraordinary Beings should have been "parasitized" before. In the previous battle between angels that ordinary people could not detect, they were probably eliminated.

The rest probably didn't even know that something strange had happened in the dance hall and that many of their colleagues had mysteriously disappeared. They still thought that Lumian would soon become one of their kind, or encounter a prank that would scare him crazy. Since there was no fake Amon to play opposite him, Lumian had to direct and act in the play himself. He simply pulled out the revolver hidden in the gun bag under his armpit and pulled the trigger casually towards the rooms on both sides of the corridor. boom! boom! boom! Each bullet hit a glass window accurately. The sound of shattering came one after another, accompanied by gunshots, and could be heard from far away. The guards on the second floor were a little surprised and confused when they saw Lumian's behavior. They wondered if this guy had been repeatedly defrauded by a colleague, causing him to suffer a mental breakdown and become a madman. Otherwise, why would he have such a problem with the air and windows? The guards instinctively raised their right hands and squeezed the monocles in their eye sockets, their expressions becoming more and more expectant, wanting to see how this good show would end. Go, face the icebergs under the sea and the fear in the darkness! After firing four shots, Lumian arrived at the office that looked to be the largest. He pushed open the half-open door and found a man sitting behind a large wooden table. The man had a broad forehead, narrow cheeks, dark black and slightly curly hair, and light blue eyes without focus. Likewise, he wore a crystal-like monocle on his right eye and a loose and comfortable black robe. "Timmons?" Lumian walked in and asked with a slight frown. The man suddenly came back to his senses, and replied in a disappointed tone as if he had lost something important: "I'm Timmons." "You're not dead yet?" Lumian asked in surprise and amusement. In his understanding, other people in the "Different" dance hall were in a superposition state of "being Amon" and "not being Amon", but the boss here, Timmons, must be the type who was deeply "parasitized", and such people would definitely be completely eliminated and lose their lives in the previous battle at the angel level. Now it seems that this is not the case. Timmons glanced at Lumian, and said with a frustrated and empty look as if he had lost his soul: “There are many people who wish me dead, but they don’t seem to have the power to curse.

"Maybe I'm already dead, and now only a body is alive." "That's not important. What's important is that you have to return 11 Felgin to my client, the principal plus interest." Lumian took out the contract given by the bankrupt businessman Fitz from his bag with his left hand. He waited eagerly, waiting for Timmons to reject his request and choose to attack him. Timmons shook off some of his frustration, raised his hand to his forehead, smiled and said: "There are cash and jewelry in the safe, take them yourself, the combination is 010103." "I thought you would resist." Lumian sighed in disappointment. Timmons looked at the revolver in his hand and said: "I'm just a swindler, not a miser. If I lose my money, I can still swindle again, but if a person dies, there is nothing left. "Besides, I have already lost the most important thing today. Compared with it, 11 Felgin is nothing." What do you mean you can still cheat if you lose your money? Have you ever thought about getting rich legally? Lumian curled his lips and walked sideways to the mechanical safe in this office. Three, two, one… He counted down the time as he approached the safe, waiting for Timmons to attack him from behind. However, the owner of the "Unique" dance hall did nothing, not even shouting for help or trying to call the police. Lumian squatted in front of the iron-gray mechanical safe, and according to the password given by Timmons, he turned the knob again and again and heard a clicking sound. He glanced at the banknotes and gold bars that were obviously worth more than 10 Felgin, opened the bag, and swept them all in. Having done this, Lumian raised his revolver, smashed the window of the office, and climbed up. Timmons' mouth curled up again, with the playful smile that everyone here had. At this moment, Lumian suddenly turned around and pulled the trigger at him. boom! A yellow bullet grazed Timmons' hair and hit the cabinet next to him, then went inside. Timmons, who was wearing a monocle, suddenly shrank back, his smile disappeared, and his eyes were filled with doubt. He even smelled a burnt odor coming from above his head. Lumian laughed and waved his hand. "Surprise?" After asking, he jumped off the windowsill and landed in the alley behind the "Different" dance hall. Timmons' expression gradually became confused and bewildered. In the "Different" song and dance, those people wearing monocles in their right eyes and short suits were doing different things, but they were all eagerly looking forward to the intruder wearing the monocle to come downstairs and officially join this big family. Amid the occasional gunshots, they never saw the scene they hoped to see. ………… There is a bell tower belonging to the "Eternal Sun" Church on the old street near Purgatory Square. Next to the bell tower is a new building that is ten stories high. Franka was dressed like a common female mercenary, holding a brass telescopic monocular, standing on the edge of the rooftop, looking at the "Alone" bar from afar. Amid the faint sound of gunfire, the bartender Liya, wearing a white shirt, black bow tie and dark knee-length skirt, appeared at the door and looked at the "Different" dance hall diagonally opposite.

Not long after, Franka discovered that a gray rat crawled out from beside Leah's feet, crossed the street, and disappeared at the wall of the ancient building. Two or three minutes later, a man and a woman left the "Alone" bar, forced their way past the guards, and entered the "Different" dance hall. Franka used a monocular telescope to carefully observe the two men for a while, and found that when they were "communicating" with the guards, their expressions were lively, their bodies were flexible, and there was nothing abnormal. However, when they were crossing the street and passing the guards, their expressions were quite dull, and their movements were somewhat stiff. "Secret doll?" Franka guessed. As for where the "Secret Puppet Master" who created and manipulated the puppets was, she had no idea where he was. She could only roughly judge that the effective range of this ability was several dozen meters, or even more. At the same time, she couldn't help but complain a few words: "When there are audiences, they are 'real people', but when there are no audiences, they are too lazy to maintain facial expressions and character details? Isn't this too unprofessional? "Or is it specifically to scare those who are peeping around, and the citizens who happen to pass by and occasionally take a glance?" Franka waited patiently until Lumian returned to his original form, changed his clothes, took anti-tracking measures, and came here to meet her, but she did not find any trace of the "Master of Secret Dolls". Coming back and forth, except for Leah, they are all puppets! "Isn't this too cautious and careful? I can't find anything. I can only confirm that there really is a 'Puppet Master' here, and there is probably more than one." Franka complained to Lumian. Just by listening to her description, Lumian felt a headache like when he faced Amon. Is the reason they become "neighbors" because they are all good at hiding their true identities, making them weird and hard to find? “Is it impossible to use the Magic Mirror Divination to get clues?” Lumian thought for a moment and said. Franka shook her head. "This is the 'Fortune Teller' path. Unless I can get one of the puppets directly, there is no way to find out their true form." Lumian fell silent, looked at the "Different" dance hall which had returned to peace, and said: "Let's go back. At the next gathering, collect clues from 'I Have a Friend', 'Siso', and 'The Bard'. They shouldn't be as hard to find as 'Loki'. We can even pretend to be deceived and see if we can lure them out." At that time, the "Hidden Blade" cannot come forward, and the "Muggles" have to do it themselves, because Franca has already bought a copy of "Loki's" information and is one of the suspects in tracking him down. "Okay." Franca thought this was the only solution. The two men quickly left the high-rise apartment and hired a four-wheeled, four-seater horse-drawn carriage. When the carriage reached the junction of the observatory area and the memorial area, Franca turned her head and glanced at Lumian: "Don't you want to do another counter-tracking?" “Isn’t it enough to have you to counter the divination?” Lumian responded with a smile. “Besides, I’ve already done anti-tracking several times since leaving the ‘Different’ dance hall.” Franca stared at him for two seconds, then sighed helplessly: "Ok." ………… Market District, Market Avenue. Lumian, carrying a bag filled with a large amount of banknotes and gold on his shoulder, waved goodbye to Franka and walked towards the chaotic street, while Franka returned to White Coat Street. The streets were as noisy and crowded as ever. Lumian walked through the vendors and pedestrians and approached the Golden Rooster Hotel. Suddenly, he felt that his body became uncoordinated, as if a lot of glue had been poured into his joints. (End of this chapter)