Concealment

"How are you doing? Do you know me?" Franca turned his head and looked at the silent Lumian.

Lumian withdrew his gaze from the gradually blurring mirror and replied in a low voice, "I have met Hugues Artois's people in his campaign team."

Franca frowned, put away Vanity Mirror and said, "What exactly happened?"

Lumian gave an overview of what happened to Roul and Michel, and finally said, "This person is very problematic."

Franca said with emotion, "You are already miserable enough to be a scavenger, why do you still encounter this kind of thing..."

She then sneered and said, "Huge Artois can be evaluated as a sufficiently enlightened person by 'Lady Moon'. I wouldn't be surprised if there are any weird guys around him."

Having said this, Franca paused, looked at Lumian and said, "Huge Artois is now Member of Parliament, and there will be no lack of protection both overtly and covertly. If we do something against him or the people around him, it will be easily traced, and the consequences will be very serious.

"This matter should be left to Official Beyonder for follow-up investigation. Otherwise, I can't guarantee www. hetushu·com·com, at least the members of Tribunal's 'Purifier' and 'Machinery Hivemind' will not turn a blind eye to similar things, and will definitely find ways to find out the truth of the matter and the target situation."

Lumian nodded slowly, then asked, "Which Pathway and which Sequence could it be? A mouthful of phlegm can infect a person with such a fatal disease."

On the way from Golden Rooster Inn to White Coat Street, he carefully recalled the twenty-two pieces of Divine Pathway and Low-Sequence information recorded in Aurora's Witchcraft Notes, and found that none of them matched the current situation.

Franca thought about it seriously and said, "My understanding of the twenty-two articles Divine Pathway is similar to yours Older Sister, except that I have a deeper understanding of some aspects. I can think of only one Sequence that meets the conditions, but it is of a higher rank and is limited to Women, which is inconsistent with the target situation.

"Well... since we have met the Attendant of 'Great Mother' and 'Mother Tree of Desire', why can't the target be the person who gets another Evil God Gift?

"Haha, if Evil God's faith is really involved, the two Church's Beyonder will definitely work harder.

"Well, the death of Roul is very unique. As long as Police is not blind when he comes to explore the site, he will quickly report it to the superiors and let the people who can handle it handle it."

Lumian said "Yeah" and his expression softened a little.

After bidding farewell to Franca, he returned to Golden Rooster Inn.

When passing by Receptionist, Mrs. Fels stood up and said with a hint of fear and flattery, "Good morning, Mr. Charles."

A few days ago, Police informed her that Mr. Eve believed in a cult and became a wanted criminal, and asked her to use the rent income during this period to pay for various expenses, maintain the normal operation of the hotel, and keep good accounts. When the election is over, they will deal with the issue of Golden Rooster Inn's fate as soon as possible.

This made Mrs. Fels uneasy, fearing that she would be fired if she changed to a new Boss, so she subconsciously tried to please Charles, hoping that this Savoie Gang The leader of can say a few words for himself - no matter who takes over Golden Rooster Inn, they will not offend the corresponding Gang too much, except for those with a strong background.

"Good morning." Lumian simply responded, and walked up the stairs to Third Floor which had a lot of newspapers and pink Paper to cover up stains, cracks, and Bedbug.

He closed Room 302's door before Third Floor's tenants got up, so until now, no one has discovered that Roul and Michel were dead.

-- Mrs. Michel's singing before she hanged herself did not alarm the surrounding neighbors. For the tenants living in Messy Street, there were all kinds of noises at night, including singing, shooting, fighting, shouting, and sports. They were all kinds of noises and were not worth paying attention to.

Lumian first put the silk handkerchief back into the hidden place inside Washroom, then stopped in front of Room 302, stretched out his left palm wearing a black Gloves, twisted Handle, and opened Wooden Door.

In the room, Mrs. Michel's Corpse hangs quietly. The smell of the food next to Roul is mixed with the smell of the surrounding garbage, permeating the brighter light.

Lumian stared for more than ten seconds, turned around slowly and left here.

It was almost eight o'clock when the two Police were notified last time and arrived at Golden Rooster Inn. They saw Lumian who had used "Mystery-Peering Glasses" to disguise himself.

"Why is another person dead?" Police, who had asked Lumian before, asked unhappily.

His face has deep lines, but his facial features are not very good and he looks a bit older.

Lumian calmly replied, "One died of illness. I am not Doctor, so I cannot save him."

"Where is the other one?" Police asked.

Lumian said calmly, "I was hit and hanged myself."

That One Police, who looked older, frowned and transferred to Room 302 with his companions.

The first thing he saw was Mrs. Michel's body hanging on the window frame, and he instinctively covered his nose.

It's so dirty and smelly here!

Immediately afterwards, his eyes swept over Roul and Corpse, and saw the pieces of festering skin and flesh.

"Son of a bitch, is this called illness?" He couldn't help but turn his head and looked at Lumian, his eyes filled with shock and fear.

Lumian briefly described what happened last night, but did not mention that Roul's situation had worsened when Roblin Clinic was there. It was only thanks to him that he drank half a bottle of "Healing Potion" to save him, and he gave the credit to the Fool Pharmaceutical Company's antipyretic medicine.

He also shared details such as his suspicion that there was an infectious agent in the pile of rubbish collected by Mr. and Mrs. Roul last night, and that he made them sleep until Room 307. He also mentioned that Mrs. Michel mentioned that there was a silk handkerchief inside Washroom.

The two Police became more silent as they listened, and their expressions were a bit wrong.

After Lumian finished speaking, they quickly went to Washroom to confirm the existence of the silk handkerchief.

That One Police, who looked older, looked at Charles outside, and lowered his voice and said to his companion, "It's the Mysticism incident again. You stay here and watch the scene, and I will report the incident."

In addition, That One Police nodded:

"No problem."

Lumian watched them divide the work and waited patiently for Official Beyonder to arrive.

In less than two quarters of an hour, That One's older-looking Police returned to Golden Rooster Inn.

He is the only one.

What about Official Beyonder? Eyes of Lumian is slightly enlarged.

The old-looking Police avoided Lumian, pulled his companion to the end of the corridor, and started communicating in whispers.

Lumian was far away, so I tried hard to listen but still couldn't hear what was being said.

After a while, the old-looking Police walked up to Lumian and said with a serious face, "Preliminary confirmation is that he died of illness or committed suicide."

No more investigating? Lumian's eyebrows moved slightly.

After Police repeated what he said when taking away Flamang Corpse, he put on Gloves, put the silk handkerchief into a cloth bag, and tied it tightly.

Lumian watched in silence as they put down Corpse, wrapped Roul, and put it into a body bag, with various thoughts in their minds:

"Official Beyonder doesn't think there is any problem with such a death, and there is no need to conduct an investigation?

"In other words, that Police didn't report the matter, and Official Beyonder still doesn't know?

"Someone stopped him and asked him to treat this matter as an ordinary death case that did not involve a criminal offense?

"..."

Thinking one by one, Lumian quietly followed Police who lifted the two Corpses onto the cargo carriage.

He wandered farther away, smelling the odor remaining on the bodies of Roul and Michel, and tracked all the way to the door of Market District Police Headquarters.

Looking at the door where uniformed Police came and went from time to time, Lumian frowned slightly.

He initially suspected that a certain Chief in Police Headquarters had stopped the two Police just now, but he could not further confirm who it was.

Even if he followed Police Headquarters, given the environment there and his identity, it would be impossible to track him all the way to the corresponding office. And if he observed from the outside, he would have no way of knowing which person walking out of the door had a problem.

Lumian once again thought about the direction of the investigation:

"Looking for a way to use Franca with Divination?

"But there is no media at all...

"To put it another way... why did the police officer stop the investigation? Did he know that someone would be involved, or was someone already alerting him to similar things in advance?

"If it's the latter, then there's a high probability that it's Parliamentarian’s Office's powerful figure..."

Lumian's heart moved, and he left the door of Police Headquarters and quickly came to the outside of the khaki four-story building where Market District Parliament Parliamentarian’s Office was.

He squatted at the entrance of the alley across the street, accompanying a group of Vagrant.

Not long after, he saw a police officer.

The police officer has a round figure, is in his early forties, has brown hair and blue eyes, and has a black epaulette with Silver-White Fleur-de-lis divided into three parts.

This means Chief Inspector, which is one level lower than Police Inspector.

Watching That One Chief Inspector turn into Parliament Parliamentarian’s Office, Lumian raised the corners of his mouth and showed a slight smile.

The second floor of the khaki four-story building.

Tibert, with Paleness face and curly yellow hair, entered Member of Parliament Secretary's office.

That Secretary is in his thirties, with black hair neatly combed back, blue eyes blocked by Gold-Rimmed Glasses, with regular facial features and a gentle temperament.

He looked at Tibert who was coughing intermittently, threw out a cloth bag, and said with a cold expression, "Your handkerchief is back."

Tibert, who had dark yellow curly hair and wore a black formal suit, smiled and said, "It's going to be quick."

"Asshole!" Member of Parliament Secretary cursed, "Don't you know that your phlegm can make others infected with diseases? Aren't you afraid that the two Church people will find out?"

Tibert's brown eyes were indifferent and he said nonchalantly, "At most two or three untouchables will die, no one will care about them.

"I've been sick long enough without getting the new Gift, and it's making me so irritated that I want to kill someone."

Member of Parliament Secretary looked at him for a few seconds and reprimanded in a deep voice. "If I hadn't taken precautions in advance, 'Purifier' would have come to find you.

"It doesn't matter if you die, don't affect us!

"Tibert, there will be no next time."

Tibert shrugged his shoulders, indicating that he accepted the criticism.