A fresh corpse

Lumian squatted there, holding the three Metal Vial, looked at Jenna, and said with a smile, "I have a way to confirm with the book."

"What method..." Jenna was initially curious, but then felt a little nervous and flustered because of the other party's ambiguous smile.

Lumian smiled and replied, "You help me try which bottle is which."

"Are you kidding me?" If she hadn't just been saved by the other person and wasn't in a relatively weak state, Jenna would have already cursed.

Lumian looked very serious:

"If it's that bottle of gas that can make people faint, you'll just faint again at most, and I won't do anything to you. Even if I wanted to, you couldn't resist now. Besides, once I've determined which bottle it is, I can use that irritating gas to wake you up and bring you back to normal."

"If you're lucky, you might have stumbled upon that bottle of irritating gas and regained most of your strength right now."

That sounds reasonable enough; even if things get worse, it won't be a big deal... Jenna was almost convinced by Lumian.

She quickly recovered and said through gritted teeth, "What if it's another bottle? We don't even know what it does!"

If it's Poison Gas, there's no one at the scene who knows how to treat it!

Lumian laughed, and said sarcastically, "Are you stupid? There's a big difference in weight between a bottle that's mostly gas and one that's mostly liquid!"

"This bottle must contain liquid!"

He lifted one of the three Metal Vial and shook it slightly.

He "clearly" heard the sound of liquid sloshing inside, and then quickly put it into his pocket.

"I see..." Although she was mocked, Jenna's focus was entirely on the "experiment" and she wasn't angry about it.

She hesitated for a few seconds, closed her eyes, tilted her head slightly, and said, "Give it a try!"

Lumian put the other Metal Vial into his trouser pocket, leaving only one in his hand.

He then calmly brought the remaining one to Jenna's nose.

The next second, he saw Jenna quietly open her eyes a crack.

Lumian chuckled and twisted the lid.

Soon, an extremely pungent smell, like fermenting feces, entered Jenna's nose, choking her and causing her to sneeze several times, her eyes and nose almost flowing with tears.

Each "achoo" helped her regain a lot of strength. After Lumian screwed on the bottle cap and went from squatting to standing, she jumped up and instinctively moved her arms and legs.

"Looks like I'm in pretty good luck!" Jenna said happily to herself as she tidied her clothes and skirt.

I immediately drew the gas that had a pungent smell!

Then she saw Lumian's teasing expression.

Jenna's heart skipped a beat; she had a bad feeling.

She tentatively asked, "Actually, you knew from the beginning which gas bottle was which?"

So how was he able to accurately retrieve the Metal Vial containing the irritating gas?

Lumian laughed and handed the Metal Vial to Jenna:

"Smell the bottle cap yourself."

Jenna took the bottle suspiciously and sniffed it.

There was a faint lingering smell there, not too pungent, and it didn't have any effect, but it was unpleasant enough.

"The other bottle has no flavor," Lumian added with a smile.

Jenna's already slightly flushed face turned bright red.

This made her feel like she had acted like a fool.

First, they believed what the other party said, and then they gritted their teeth and participated in the so-called "experiment"!

The words of gratitude and various thoughts she had prepared were instantly swallowed back down her throat.

Lumian ignored the sulking Jenna and put away the Metal Vial with a scratch mark on its surface and the 8- Felkine banknote at the same time.

Although the man possessed a certain ability that allowed him to sense the location of items that had once belonged to him but were now lost, he was already dead, and Lumian was not afraid of being tracked down.

As for the purpose of the liquid in the remaining Metal Vial, he planned to test it on mammals such as Rat and stray dogs.

After finishing what he had done, Lumian pointed at the perverted Corpse and said to Jenna, "Take a close look at his face, remember what he looks like, and have someone investigate who he is."

He probably has accomplices.

"Okay." Jenna walked quickly to the Corpse and carefully tried to remember the face.

After watching for a while, remembering what had just happened, she felt a surge of anger and raised her right leg to kick the Corpse hard in the groin.

One after another, and another!

"Dog Shit, pervert, fuck your mother, fuck your whole family!" Jenna vented her emotions to the fullest.

Lumian felt a pang of pain just looking at it. He lowered his head and began cleaning up the traces left at the scene.

Once Jenna had calmed down, he Past with the large Gray-White cloth bag, stuffing the Corpse and clothes inside as he casually asked, "How did he capture you?"

Jenna tidied her disheveled Brownish Yellow hair and simply tied it into a ponytail.

She gritted her teeth again:

"I ran into him in an alley next to the Breeze Ballroom. He said he really enjoyed listening to me sing and hoped I could sign his autograph. The paper he handed me was covered in that odorless gas. As soon as I finished signing, I felt something was wrong and lost most of my strength."

"Then he attacked, subdued me, brought the bottle to my nose, and then I lost consciousness."

"You're incredibly careless!" Lumian mocked.

Jenna was not convinced:

"I've seen him several times while I'm singing, and I'm pretty sure he really enjoys listening to me sing; otherwise, I wouldn't have paid any attention to him."

"Moreover, as a singer who is not yet famous, it is a great honor for someone to ask for your autograph..."

"That gas has no smell!"

How can anyone guard against this?

Lumian scoffed, "That's not what I meant."

"It's obvious that the gas dissipates very quickly when it's applied to the paper. It has to be used within a very short time to have any effect. In other words, that pervert has been following you for a long time and has basically figured out your movement patterns. Otherwise, he couldn't Precision cornered you in a deserted alley and used that gas to fumigate the Paper ten or twenty seconds in advance."

"You've been followed for so long without even realizing it?"

Jenna fell silent, sometimes gritting her teeth, sometimes feeling frustrated.

Lumian withdrew his gaze and chuckled inwardly.

It's normal that he didn't notice; that guy can distinguish the hormonal information of different people.

If Mr. Eve hadn't been clearly weaker than the pervert from before and probably didn't possess any sexual abilities, Lumian would have thought he had already exposed his identity as a "robber."

He retied the Grayish-White Cloth Bag and used it, now filled with the Corpse, to further destroy various traces at the scene. Seeing this, Jenna cooperated and did the corresponding work.

"They've got a pretty good level of skill in handling the traces..." Lumian glanced at Jenna, then, with some suspicion, slung the cloth bag over his shoulder and left the Cavern.

Based on this incident and Jenna's deliberate omission of her abnormal behavior under that pervert's influence, he believed that this "Exaggerated Woman" had some understanding of the supernatural world, or even was herself a supernatural being.

Her source of information or power is most likely Franca, That One "Red Boots" of the Savoie Gang.

After lighting the Carbide Lamp in the spot where he had just been hiding, Lumian held it in his hand and glanced back into the Depths of the road.

It was trending downwards; there was no light in the distance, and nothing could be seen.

The darkness was like a giant maw, waiting for its prey to Past and devour them.

"What are you looking at?" Jenna asked curiously.

She felt that the man named Charles was acting mysteriously.

Lumian ended his gaze, smiled, and said, "I was wondering, where will we end up if we keep going like this? Trier in the Fourth Epoch?"

What he really wanted to do was:

That freak's ability is very similar to Mr. Eve's. If the two are accomplices, would he habitually and subconsciously gravitate towards familiar places when choosing crime scenes in the Underground World, which was Mr. Eve's destination when he entered the Underground that night?

If that's the case, exploring along this path might reveal something.

Jenna said with considerable disappointment, "That's not a good place."

Lumian didn't speak again and walked back down the path they came from. Jenna, lost in her own thoughts, followed silently behind, carrying the Carbide Lamp left behind by the pervert.

As they approached the floor that roughly replicated the ground layout, Lumian stopped and asked with a disdainful laugh, "Need me to help you get to the ground?"

"Aren't you going back?" Jenna asked, quite surprised.

Lumian shifted his shoulders:

"I need to find a place to dispose of this Corpse."

Jenna nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

"I can go up by myself; I've been underground before."

Does that mean you're capable of protecting yourself? Lumian watched Jenna leave with light steps, silently reflecting on his actions.

Does Trier possess Beyond Ability, whether it's a human or a dog?

Is there something wrong with Trier, or is there something wrong with me? Why do I keep encountering similar people?

He shook his head, carried the Corpse on his back, and, while cleaning up the footprints, walked toward the empty Quarry Cavern where he had previously prayed for "Gift".

During the journey, he conducted two counter-tracking maneuvers to confirm that no one was following him.

Upon arriving at the Underground Quarry Cavern, Lumian tossed aside the Grayish-White Cloth Bag containing the Corpse and began setting up Altar.

He had originally planned to go to the nearest hospital Morgue at night to look for a fresh Corpse, but now he had a better option!

After setting up the Altar, lighting the Candle, and creating the "Spirit Wall," Lumian took out Imitation Sheepskin Paper with the corresponding symbols drawn on it beforehand.

The main element of the patterns on the paper is a Ring made of Thorns, surrounded by patterns of eyes, curves, and a self- Entanglement river composed of symbols.

In Room 207, Lumian expended a great deal of spiritual energy simply by sketching them.

After setting up the Imitation Sheepskin Paper, Lumian took two steps back, gazing at the two lit Candle, and began to formulate the Incantation he would use next.

In this Ritual, the prayer to oneself cannot be in the format of "I! In my name," but rather a Three-Part Description of oneself must be designed, pretending that one is a being from the Spirit World.

This can be done using any statement, without requiring Authority, as long as it can be Precision located within the "Spirit Wall".

Lumian opened his mouth and murmured in Hermetic, "The mischievous king of Cordou Village, Aurora Lee's younger brother, a being named Lumian Lee..."