Venting

"Where are you going?" Jenna looked at Lumian's back and asked.

"Go to sleep." Lumian didn't look back.

Jenna thought for two seconds, curled his lips, and followed Lumian.

She wanted to confirm the guy's final whereabouts and see if he really went back to Golden Rooster Inn to sleep. Otherwise, with his current state, she really didn't know what would happen.

Lumian ignored the presence of Jenna and slowly walked back to Golden Rooster Inn.

At this time, the door of the hotel was locked. Instead of climbing the Tap Water pipe, he took out half of the iron wire he carried with him, inserted it into the Brass-Colored's keyhole, and fiddled with it a few times.

The door opened back, and it was dark inside. Only the stairs leading to Basement Bar showed a little light.

Lumian took a look and chose that direction.

Fuck! Didn't you say go to bed? Jenna cursed secretly, sighed, and followed Golden Rooster Inn's Basement Bar.

There were not many people in Bar. Two or three drunk guys each occupied a small round table. They howled from time to time, but they didn't have much energy.

The only customer at the bar is Lumian's neighbor, Playwright Gabriel who lives in room 206.

He was wearing the Linen Shirt that had been washed until it turned white, and a pair of brown trousers, with a larger Black-Rimmed Glasses on the bridge of his nose. His hair was messy and greasy.

"Are you still drinking so late?" Lumian sat next to Gabriel, and his eyes fell on the green Absinthe cup in his hand that shone with psychedelic luster.

A little bit back to normal? Jenna looked at Lumian and felt that his condition was not as bad as before.

She covered her mouth and yawned, pulled a Bar Stool and sat down, deciding to observe it for another two-quarters of an hour.

Gabriel smiled bitterly and said, "I just finished writing a manuscript. Come down and have a drink."

"Are all you writers the same? You like to be busy at night and sleep during the day?" Lumian knocked on the bar table and asked for a cup Absinthe.

Gabriel hesitated and said, "Many writers are like this, a quiet night can give us more inspiration.

"But that's not why I stay up late, but I have to go to various theaters during the day Theater, trying to get a manager to read my script and choose to take it.

"I went to Renaissance Theater in Memorial Hall District today. Their manager Nathan Lopp is known as the operator who knows the most about drama and is most likely to see the value of my script. However, he refused to see me. Whether I went to his office or visited Apartment where he lives, I could not see him."

Hearing the theater, the manager, etc. Vocabulary, Jenna took a silent breath, feeling vaguely afraid.

The fact that many people around her were Evil God believers left a certain psychological shadow on her.

More importantly, the abilities of those guys were disgusting Distortion, which made her reject them from the bottom of her heart.

Lumian picked up Bar Boss and Bartender Pavar·Nissen pushed Absinthe over and took a sip:

"Do you know where the theater manager lives?"

"Yes, I followed another Playwright to visit him in his Apartment before. He is not married yet and often changes mistresses." Gabriel said nonchalantly.

Lumian smiled:

"I have a way to get that guy to read your script, but I can't guarantee whether he will take over."

"Really?" Gabriel was surprised, happy and suspicious.

Is there any way? Jenna looked puzzled.

Lumian Gulu finished the cup of Absinthe in one gulp, stood up and said, "Go now and bring your script!"

"..." Gabriel I have never seen such an activist before.

It's already midnight!

With the mentality that there was no hope anyway, he might as well give it a try, drank the remaining Absinthe, and returned to the second floor to get the script of the three-act play.

At the door of Golden Rooster Inn, Jenna looked at Lumian with confusion and curiosity:

"You really have a way?"

Lumian sneered:

"You don't have to believe it."

"Ha!" Jenna expressed his disdain.

She wasn't sure if this was a sign of poor condition, and she was a little curious, so she planned to follow him and have a look to prevent Charles from acting too aggressively.

Not long after, Gabriel returned to the first floor.

He put on cleaner and more decent formal clothes and tied a red bow tie.

"Address." Lumian asked calmly.

"Memorial Hall District Defoe Street 15 Room Apartment 702." Gabriel looked at Messy Street, which had almost no street lights intact, and only saw a few drunkards and people wandering around.

He tried to ask, "Shall we go Past?"

At this point in time, there is no Public Carriage, but Memorial Hall District and Market District are right next to each other.

Lumian ignored him and walked slowly to Market Avenue, stopped in front of a four-wheeled two-seater Hired Carriage operated by Late Night, and said to Coachman who belonged to Imperial Carriage Company: "Go to Memorial Hall District Defoe Street 15."

Coachman, who was wearing a waxed hat and a blue dress with yellow buttons, looked at Lumian and the three of them, and said, "Two Felkine."

In Trier, if you take Hired Carriage during the day, the fare for a short distance of less than one hour is 1.25 Felkine, and if it exceeds 1 hour, the fare is 1.75 Felkine per hour. After midnight, before 6 a. m., the short-distance fare is 2 Felkine, and the long distance fare is 2.5 Felkine per hour.

Lumian said nothing, took out two Silver Coin worth 1 Felkine, and threw them to Coachman.

He did not give in. He got on the carriage and directly occupied a seat.

This makes Gabriel very embarrassed. He doesn't know whether he should show his gentlemanly behavior and squeeze in with Charles, or let female singer Jenna make her own choice.

In the end, Jenna, knowing that he had not been invited, sat down next to Lumian and tried hard to squeeze out a seat.

Hired Carriage started and drove towards Memorial Hall District.

Along the way, Lumian remained silent, making it difficult for Gabriel to ask him what he could do, and the atmosphere in the carriage was slightly awkward.

Jenna I'm used to Lumian's state tonight, so I might as well relax my attention and think about my own things.

I don't know how long it took, but Hired Carriage stopped at No. 15 Defoe Street.

Lumian went straight to the building Apartment. As soon as he entered the lobby, he was blocked by the doorman.

"Which floor and which room do you live in?" the doorman asked dutifully, "If you are not a resident here, you need..."

Before he finished speaking, his head was suddenly pressed against by something cold.

Lumian pulled out Revolver from his armpit and pressed the muzzle of the gun to the guard's forehead.

"What do you want to do?" The nearly fifty-year-old doorman stammered.

Gabriel was stunned and began to wonder if Charles really had a solution.

Jenna was funny and looking forward to the next development. Seeing that Lumian didn't answer, he drove the doorman to the corner of the lobby, tied his hands and feet with the ropes and other things he brought with him, and blocked his mouth.

After doing all this, Lumian closed the Apartment door, locked it, and then walked all the way up the stairs.

Gabriel woke up from a dream, chased after him, and asked urgently, "Is there really no problem with this?"

"What do you think?" Lumian raised the corners of his mouth and responded with a smile.

Gabriel choked up and didn't know what to say. He hesitated whether to give up and let Renaissance Theater manager Nathan Lopp read his script.

If I say no, and go back now, will Charles be very angry and give me a shot? He is the leader of Gang...Gabriel opened his mouth, but could not say any words to dissuade him.

Soon, the three of them reached the top floor and stopped outside 702.

Gabriel, who was about to knock on the door, saw Lumian take out half of the wire and neatly opened the vermilion door Wooden Door.

"..." Gabriel is completely confused about Lumian's thinking.

Jenna Seeing this, he quickly took off his light-colored shawl and covered his face with it, leaving only his forehead and eyes exposed.

She suspected that Charles was going to do something next, and in order not to be implicated by him, it was best to put on some disguise, at least so that no one could remember what he looked like.

Lumian walked into the living room full of Crimson Moonlight, took out Bandage, and wrapped it around his face, leaving only his eyes and nostrils.

"..." Although Gabriel didn't understand why Jenna and Charles wanted to cover their faces, they instinctively found a piece of cloth and covered the lower half of their faces.

Lumian, who wrapped the white Bandage, looked around, walked straight to Master Bedroom, twisted Handle, and pushed open the door.

Crimson Moonlight filled the living room and then poured in, taking out the two people lying on the bed.

They were a man and a woman. The man had shaggy black hair. He was probably in his early forties, with a thin face and a high nose bridge. Women had slightly curly hair and Blond Hair looked like he was twenty years old. He had smooth skin and beautiful contours.

They all seemed naked and covered with thin velvet quilts.

"Is he the theater manager?" Lumian didn't control his voice at all.

Gabriel feels like I'm dreaming:

"Yes, it's him."

Lumian immediately walked towards the big bed, and Renaissance Theater's manager Nathan Lopp woke up faintly when he heard the noise.

Before he could open his eyes, Lumian grabbed his shoulders and lifted him up.

Nathan Lope suddenly woke up, and a head covered with white Bandage was reflected in Eyes.

This frightened him so much that his heart seemed to have stopped beating, and he completely forgot to shout or question.

The next second, a Revolver was pressed against his head.

Nathan Lopp closed his mouth and was half-stretched, half-pushed to the living room.

When passing by Jenna, Lumian turned sideways and glanced at the big bed behind him, and whispered, "Watch that woman."

Jenna is quite confused about the current situation, but this does not prevent her from becoming excited.

She quickly squatted down, pulled out her Revolver, aimed at the Blond Hair girl who had just woken up, and said "coldly": "I don't want to hear any sound."

The Blond Hair girl suddenly hugged the quilt and shivered on the bed.

Lumian asked Nathan Lopp to sit on Armchair, and tied his hands and feet with clothes thrown on the sofa and on the floor, and fixed him there.

Gabriel followed in a daze, looking at it blankly, and a thought suddenly popped up in his head:

Are we here to rob Nathan Lope, or are we here to show him my script?

After Jenna brought the girl Blond Hair who had put on her nightgown into the living room, Lumian who lit up Crystal chandelier took a few steps back, took Revolver and sat on Long Sofa opposite Armchair.

Nathan Lopp seemed to have just woken up and said urgently, "How much do you want? I will give it to you, all of it!"

"There are a total of 1100 Felkine and one Diamond Necklace here. I'll give them all to you! As long as you don't hurt me!"

Lumian, whose face was covered with Bandage, turned his head to the side and said to Gabriel, "Read it."

"What are you reading?" Gabriel responded blankly.

Lumian laughed:

"Read your script, Nathan Mr. Lopp is waiting to hear it."

This...Gabriel is completely stupid.

Is this how I get Nathan Lope to read my script?

Is this how normal people think?

Not only did Gabriel have such an idea, but Jenna couldn't help but move his mouth.

Charles's mental state is indeed not normal!

Will this really not result in Mr. Playwright being sent to Police Station?

Fortunately I covered my face!

Gabriel With a similar feeling of joy, he walked to Nathan Lopp tremblingly, took out the script, and read it out sentence by sentence, as if he was also forced to have no choice.

Nathan Lopp listened in confusion, wondering if he was having a ridiculous dream:

In the middle of my sleep, a masked man broke into my house and tied me to a chair just to make me listen to the script?

After listening for a while, he, who has a strong professional instinct, gradually entered the state and became more and more focused.

When the main dialogue of the first act was over, Nathan Lope interrupted Gabriel:

"Who wrote this?"

"Me." Gabriel answered subconsciously.

Nathan Lopp said in a deep voice, "Take it to my office at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning and we will sign the contract."

"Okay, okay." Gabriel was surprised, happy and scared.

When Renaissance Theater arrives tomorrow, will he really not meet Police?

Lumian immediately laughed, stood up, and walked to the door with Revolver in hand.

Jenna and Gabriel followed him closely, allowing girl That One Blond Hair to untie Nathan Lopp.

On the way down the stairs, Jenna smiled and said to Gabriel, "Mr. Playwright, your script is really great and the lines are very contagious. What is its name?"

"It's called "Those Who Chase the Light"." Gabriel didn't understand why a Underground Singer was so interested in the script, so he just replied instinctively.

Jenna quickened his pace and caught up to Lumian, lowering his voice and saying, "Is this your method?

"Aren't you afraid that the That One theater manager is also a believer in Evil God?"

In her mind now, all theaters may have problems.

Lumian took off Bandage and replied expressionlessly, "That's just the time for a fight."

I knew it...Jenna muttered silently.

After recovering ropes and other items from the guard, the three took Hired Carriage and returned all the way to Golden Rooster Inn.

After Gabriel thanked him and returned to the room with worry and joy, Jenna watched Charles wash up, lay down on the bed, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She helped draw the curtains, carefully closed Wooden Door, and left Golden Rooster Inn.

In the almost lightless darkness, Lumian closed his eyes and remained motionless.