Morning light

Dead...Lumian Although I was mentally prepared, I still couldn't accept it.

When leaving the clinic, Roul had obviously recovered and escaped the bad luck of death. How could he die suddenly?

Lumian slowly stepped into Room 307 and turned his attention to the Bed.

Roul was lying there, with ulcerated wounds oozing light yellow pus one after another on the surface of his skin. His face was sallow, showing Pale White, and there was no movement at all.

His eyes were wide open and there was a little vomit around his mouth.

After looking at the confused, Pain and unwilling Eyes for a few seconds, Lumian asked in a deep voice, "When did he die?"

Michel's pale Paleness hair seemed to have lost its luster. She shook her head slowly and said, "I was too sleepy and fell asleep Past. When I woke up, he was already dead..."

"Did he reply to 302 before going to bed?" Lumian asked.

"No, he just went to Washroom near 302, and I went too..." Michel's voice was obviously very deep, but it gave Lumian a very erratic feeling, as if part of her soul was no longer in her body.

We all went to that Washroom, one had a "strange disease" relapse, and the other had nothing wrong... Lumian frowned, planning to go to that Washroom to have a look.

If there is no problem there, then the possibility that Mrs. Michel is abnormal is quite high!

When Lumian left Room 307 and walked toward the target Washroom along the dimly lit aisle, Michel was still kneeling and sitting in front of Bed, sobbing quietly and paying no attention to what other people were doing.

Because there is a fixed cleaning lady, Third Floor's Washroom is no longer as dirty as before. Although after a day of use, there will inevitably be stains and garbage, but at least Civilization people can find a place to stay.

Lumian glanced at it, and with the help of Crimson Moonlight shining in from the window, he saw the toilet and sink, the Tap Water pipe with rust on the surface, and Mirror reflecting his silhouette.

He observed carefully for a while and found a white silk handkerchief hanging on the pipe in a hidden corner.

Just by distinguishing it with the naked eye, Lumian thinks that it does not belong to most of the current tenants of Golden Rooster Inn, because its material is excellent, the embroidery is elegant, and the price is definitely high.

Outsider? Lumian's first reaction was to pick up the silk handkerchief and do a more detailed examination, but then he thought of the picture of Mr. Roul's whole body festering when he was suddenly ill, and he forcibly controlled himself.

In a flash of thought, he left Washroom, walked back to Room 307, and asked Mrs. Michel who was still sobbing:

"Washroom Do you know whose handkerchief belongs to it?"

Michel was confused and sad, and answered purely based on instinct:

"It belongs to Roul."

Mr. Roul's? Lumian felt surprised, but also felt that it was indeed the case.

He asked, "Where did it come from?"

Mrs. Michel looked at the hideous dead Roul and said in a dreamy voice, "Among the garbage I picked up tonight, I don't know which gentleman or lady threw it away..."

"It was wrapped in a mouthful of phlegm and was not damaged. Roul washed it and put it on his body. He planned to sell it as a second-hand product instead of recycling it as garbage...

"After you said there might be something dirty in that pile of garbage, Roul took it out and hid it in Washroom. He didn't dare to go back to 302..."

Phlegm...Lumian Source feels like he has found the problem.

He breathed out slowly and said, "Did Mr. Roul touch that handkerchief again? Did you?"

"I don't know..." Mrs. Michel shook her head slowly, "He went there by himself Washroom, I have never touched..."

Sure enough... Lumian took out Gloves and put it on, went to the Washroom again, used "Fallen Mercury" to pick up the white handkerchief made of silk, put it into White Paper that he carried with him, and folded them up.

During the whole process, he was careful not to touch the handkerchief directly.

After doing this, Lumian wiped the blade of "Fallen Mercury" with another White Paper, threw the paper ball into the toilet, and flushed it after it softened due to soaking.

As soon as he walked out of Washroom, he saw Mrs. Michel standing quietly at the door of Room 307, as if Wraith was wandering in the darkness.

Seeing Lumian approaching her, the white-haired old lady showed a pleading expression:

"It's almost dawn, Mr. Charles, can you help me carry Roul back to 302?"

Her voice still sounded like she was talking in her sleep.

Lumian was stunned for a moment and was silent for five or six seconds before saying, "Okay."

He immediately entered Room 307, wrapped Mr. Roul in Bed's sheets, and carried him behind his back.

In just a few steps, Lumian placed Corpse on Room 302's bed.

Mrs. Michel squeezed in from the garbage pile and thanked her profusely, then walked to Wooden Table like a sleepwalker and opened the curtains.

It was close to six o'clock in the morning, and there was a light of Dawn on the horizon, which made Crimson Moonlight fade out a lot.

Michel listened to the cries of vendors from the other side of the hotel and stared at Roul deeply.

Lumian exited Room 302, returned to the corridor where the light could not reach, leaned against the wall, and stood silently, without destroying the quiet scene.

A few minutes later, Mrs. Past, Michel suddenly started to move.

She rummaged around the room and found more Banknotes and Coins, then rushed out of the room and went downstairs.

Lumian did not follow, raised his right foot, stepped back on the wall, and leaned Slumber's body against the wall in the darkness.

Time passed by minute by minute, and Mrs. Michel came back with a lot of things.

There was Red Wine in a bottle, there was a baked cod, there was bacon, there was Meat Pie, there was Bean Paste, there was Chili Sauce, and there were apples.

Mrs. Michel didn't look at Lumian, walked into Room 302, sat down on the ground beside the bed, and placed all the food next to the festering Corpse.

She thought for a while, stood up again, and lit up Carbide Lamp on Wooden Table, filling the room with light.

Mrs. Michel fell to the ground again, picked up the piece of Meat Pie, brought it to Roul's mouth, and said with a smile, "Don't you really want to eat Meat Pie recently? I'll buy it for you today."

After making Corpse's lips glossy, Mrs. Michel also took a bite of Meat Pie, closing her eyes and saying, "It's so delicious. How long have we not eaten? Two weeks, right?"

After biting Meat Pie several times, Mrs. Michel held the bottle of Red Wine and took a sip.

She said vaguely, "Old man, our Grapevine has turned into Red Wine. We don't have to worry about what to do in the future!"

While chattering to Roul and Corpse, she drank heavily and ate various foods.

Lumian stood outside the door in the darkness, leaning against the wall, quietly staring inside without leaving or entering.

Soon, Mrs. Michel's drunkenness became stronger, and she, who had previously been a waitress at Bar, sang loudly:

"Trier covered with gold,

"Ball that stays open until dawn;

"The fat and oily roast chicken,

"A cake like Castle;

"Waiter wearing a bow tie shuttled among the guests,

"Stepping on joyful dance steps.

"My beloved is among them,

"It's among them.

"This is City of Joy, this is Eternal Trier!"

At this point, Mrs. Michel stood up, staggered to Wooden Table, and put the pile of Banknotes on her body in front of Carbide Lamp.

In an instant, all those Cash were ignited and fell onto the table, emitting a bright yellowish firelight.

Mrs. Michel opened her arms and shouted loudly:

"This is City of Joy, this is Eternal Trier!"

She immediately took the rope that tied Sack, climbed up on Wooden Table, tied the rope to the window frame, and tied it in a tight knot.

In the light of the fire, Mrs. Michel turned around, facing Roul on the bed, put her neck into the knot, and then bent her legs.

The knot weighed heavily, and Mrs. Michel's eyes bulged a little.

The sky outside the window got a little brighter again, and one-third of the corridor was dimly lit. Lumian leaned against the wall that was still shrouded in darkness, with his hands in his pockets and his right foot propped back. He stared expressionlessly at Mrs. Michel hanging on the window frame, watching her mouth gradually open, watching her expression become Pain, and watching her legs that were bent up and not lowered until she died.

The Corpse swayed gently in the morning light.

At 6:35 in the morning, within No. 3 White Coat Street, Apartment 601.

Franca, who was woken up by the knock on the door, rubbed his Linen-Colored messy hair with an Pain look on his face:

"I only slept for three hours, three hours!"

"Please help me see if there is anything wrong with the things inside." Lumian seemed not to hear Franca's complaint and took out the handkerchief wrapped by White Paper, "Be careful, it may transmit diseases."

"Disease?" Franca woke up, returned to the room, and put on a pair of translucent light yellow Gloves made of rubber.

She very carefully opened the outer Paper, took out the silk handkerchief inside, and placed it on the glass-based Coffee Table.

After tapping Teeth a few times and observing it carefully for a while, Franca said solemnly, "There is something wrong. There are many tiny but active spirits remaining on it, which belong to the same type.

"I suspect it is Pathogens, which is transmitted through skin contact or even blood exchange. According to your description, it is not very contagious."

Lumian doesn't understand what Pathogens is, but he can probably understand what Franca wants to express.

He was silent for a moment and said, "Can you find out who the owner of this handkerchief is?"

"No problem, there is a powerful media here. As long as he has not done Anti-Divination, or his level of Anti-Divination is not high enough, I can find him." As he spoke, a layer of black Flames appeared on Franca's rubber Gloves.

After finishing "cleaning", she took off Gloves, took out a Vanity Mirror, pressed her left palm on top of the handkerchief, and gently stroked the mirror surface with her right hand.

She recited a few lines of Incantation in a low voice, and Eyes became profound.

She began to repeat the Divination sentence:

"The owner of this handkerchief.

"The owner of this handkerchief..."

After several times, Mirror appeared Waterlight, and a shadow of Daoist was reflected in Gloom.

He was a young man with a thin build and pale complexion who seemed unhealthy.

He had dark yellow curly hair, Eyes that was slightly brown, showing an undisguised indifference. He was wearing a black Tailcoat, holding a white silk handkerchief, coughed twice, and spit a mouthful of phlegm and Library into the handkerchief.

Lumian tried hard to remember this person's appearance, and suddenly felt that he looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.

After a brief recollection, he thought about it.

This is a member of Hugues Artois's campaign team, standing behind That One red-haired Women!