Chapter 509 Disease Amid the barking of dogs echoing in the town at night, Lumian laughed: “There are so many dogs in Duddle Town?” "Yes, yes." The middle-aged man who was soliciting customers forced a smile. What is wrong? Is there something wrong with this town? Lumian asked this question on purpose to observe the reaction of the residents of the town across the street. Amid the barking of dogs, he focused his attention and looked at the other party's fortune. He had no intention of leaving the steam train to investigate the town of Duddle. He could only spy on the situation from the fortunes of the town's residents, lest the hidden problems here suddenly erupt and spread to the train station, while he would have no idea what to guard against. Although observing fortunes would be affected by Thermipoulos and there was a possibility of being misled, under the current circumstances, Lumian, who neither knew divination nor prophecy, had few options for obtaining certain information without leaving the steam train for on-site exploration. This was one of them. This, combined with various environmental details, should reveal some problems. In Lumian's sight, the fortune of the middle-aged man soliciting customers appeared to be a dismal green.

This means that he will suffer from a disease, a very special kind of disease, for some time to come. As for how long it will take and what kind of disease it will be, Lumian cannot tell based on the current sequence. The barking of dogs causes fear... I will get a special disease in the future... There are wild dogs in Dadel Town, which often bite people and spread diseases? This is an explanation, and it is not an extraordinary event... But there is a way to solve it. The reaction of the guy outside seems a little desperate... Lumian said to the middle-aged man who was soliciting customers without any abnormality on the surface: "Can you deliver the food you ordered?" "The meal fee must be more than two Felgin. You know, it's not easy for us to enter the platform." The middle-aged man who was soliciting customers smiled again. At this time, the noise of dozens of dogs barking in unison was not as intense as before. "No problem." Lumian ordered food such as apple liqueur, fried potato cakes, river shrimp in sauce, Duddle meat sauce, stewed pork, salt marsh lamb, butter cakes, rush cheese, etc., spending a total of 10 filgins. Every time he named a dish, Ludwig swallowed his saliva. Four hours ago, the flight attendant brought the regular dinner for four people. The little boy finished two of them by himself, and he was still not satisfied. Obviously not full, he took out more pieces of dried meat from Lumian's "traveler's bag". Two hours ago, he had his first midnight snack consisting of cheese, dessert, bread, dried meat, etc. Now, he was hungry again. The middle-aged man who recorded the names of the dishes with simple words and symbols could not help but ask: "The food provided in this class of carriage is also terrible?" Otherwise, why does he look like he hasn’t had dinner? Lumian followed his words and said: "Yeah, you can never expect to eat delicious food on a steam train." After memorizing the name of the dish and accepting the 5 Filkins note paid in advance, the middle-aged man with a slightly hooked chin walked towards another box. "Wait a minute." Lumian suddenly called out to him. "Is there anything else, sir?" the middle-aged man turned around and asked. Lumian smiled and said: "You don't look well. You need to rest more in the next few days if you don't want to get sick." The middle-aged man froze in place, his expression looking as if he had been struck by lightning. After a brief pause, he couldn't help but reveal an expression of panic and fear.

"Okay, okay, thank you." He turned around in a hurry and ran out of the platform, forgetting to solicit other customers. The anomaly in Dadel Town is indeed related to the disease... Lumian looked away thoughtfully. Lugano asked curiously: "How come I didn't see that he was in a sub-healthy state and could get sick at any time?" He is a "doctor" and has the corresponding ability. Even without "clairvoyance", he can see from many external manifestations of the target's body. He could see the hidden disease, and after Lumian reminded the other party, he also deliberately opened his "clairvoyance" to observe the condition of his etheric body. ——The term “sub-health” is said to have been invented by Emperor Roselle, but it has only become a popular term in the medical community of Intis in recent years. He is not in a sub-healthy state but is very likely to have a special disease... With the help of Lugano's doubts, Lumian confirmed that the townsman's disease should not come from himself. He smiled and answered Lugano's question: "It's always a good idea to care about other people's health and let them get more rest." Lugano instinctively showed an expression of "I don't believe this explanation", and then covered it up with a smile: "He seemed to have those concerns, too." “Yeah.” Lumian replied perfunctorily. The barking of dogs in Duddle Town sometimes subsided, sometimes started, sometimes just outside the platform, sometimes as far as the edge of the town. Lumian listened quietly and sighed in his heart: “Why did something happen again? "Did I bring disaster, or did the disaster bring me here? "It seems that the problems in Dadel Town have existed for some time and have nothing to do with my arrival... It seems that no matter how I try to escape or how I use others to make choices, I will always be attracted by the disaster and approach it unknowingly... "Is this the abnormal experience that a 'hunter' who has an angel status and the residual aura of the 'Blood Emperor' will inevitably have, even though his own sequence is not high? "Will some day some novelist write about my experience as he did about German Sparrow, and then add that he was always in the company of disasters?" Time passed by minute by minute, and the middle-aged man who was soliciting customers just now came over with a bartender, each carrying a food box. "This is what you want." He and the waiter passed plates and wine glasses in through the window. Seeing the table covered with an exquisite tablecloth and filled with fairly tempting food, Lumian took a sip of the slightly sour apple liqueur and paid the remaining 5 filgins for the meal. "We will come to get the tableware in an hour. We hope it won't disturb your rest?" the middle-aged man who was soliciting customers asked politely. Lumian nodded slightly to indicate yes. The middle-aged man walked a few steps to the side with the waiter, and then he could not help but return to his original position and asked: "Sir, how did you know I was going to be sick?" Lumian pointed at Lugano across the street: "My friend is a famous doctor in Trier." This famous refers to the name on the wanted poster. Without waiting for the middle-aged man to respond, he asked casually: "What do you call it?" "You can just call me Pierre." The middle-aged man bent his back and said to Lumian who was sitting in the small compartment of the steam train.

Do you guys like this name too? Lumian smiled and said: "Do you think you'll get sick too?" Pierre's eyelids twitched and his expression froze again. He answered subconsciously: "No, no, I'm just a little worried." "Then rest more, drink more water, and go to church more often to confess to the clergy." Lumian did not force the other party. Pierre walked silently towards the front of the train, hoping to attract more business, but his feet seemed to be tied with lead and every step was difficult. "Wang Wang Wang!" Very close to the platform, the barking of dogs began again. Pierre's face twitched a few times, as if he was completely overwhelmed by his inner worries and fears. He turned around abruptly, shook off the waiter, and ran to the window of the small box where Lumian and others were. "Save me, doctor, save me!" He pressed his hands on the glass and shouted with a distorted expression. "If you don't tell us the cause of your illness, my friends won't be able to cure you." This was the opportunity Lumian had been waiting for. The passengers in the front and rear compartments heard some noise, but they had already fallen asleep and were too lazy to get up to check the situation. Pierre swallowed and glanced at the bartender, who was equally frightened: "Yes Yes……" Before he finished speaking, a figure appeared on the platform wall. The figure stood with his legs apart, his body arched, but his head raised, looking forward. This is a man, wearing a woolen garment with obvious signs of tearing. The muscles on his face are extremely distorted, and his eyes are rolled up, as if only a white area is left. His chin was full of saliva, his mouth opened and he made a sound: "Wang! Wang! Wang!" This was exactly the same barking sound as in other parts of the town of Duddle, forming a continuous sound. "It's madness!" Pierre finally cried out. "Mad?" Lumian withdrew his gaze from the barking man on the wall and looked at Lugano. Lugano stared at the abnormal person with deep eyes for a few seconds, then slowly shook his head at Lumian. What he meant was that this was no ordinary rabies. Pierre thought Lumian was asking him, and said in a state of near collapse: "Yes, madness! "I don't know when this barking madman appeared in our town. At first there was only one, then two, three, ten... Many people I know have been infected and have gone completely crazy. They can only bark like dogs and are most active at night!" "Was the infection caused by being bitten by a madman?" Lugano asked with a frown. "No, the ones I know haven't been bitten, but they still went crazy! I, I feel like I'm almost there too!" Pierre said with a look of despair. “You didn’t contact the government?” Lumian felt that the official Beyonders would not allow this situation to spread. "We heard that there was a similar case of madness in a village before, and the government was reported. Then the entire village disappeared. We didn't dare to contact the government or the church!" Pierre said a little hysterically, and the bartender next to him also had a look of fear on his face.

Lumian narrowed his eyes slightly: "Where are the people from the town's health department and police department? Where is the priest from the church?" "They were the first ones to go crazy." Pierre was in a state of stress and did not think about the purpose of Lumian's question. The priests, policemen, and people from the Department of Health were killed right away... Lumian raised his eyebrows and said: "Then why don't you flee from Duddle?" "Escape..." Pierre and the bartender were both stunned and looked at Lumian blankly. Under the crimson moonlight, there seemed to be a lot of blood in the whites of their eyes. (End of this chapter)