"Forced Entry"

Amidst the sound of Monocle falling and sliding, the guard tilted his head and looked at Lumian with a look of surprise and confusion.

His attitude was quite strange. He neither fought back angrily nor shouted for help from other companions, as if what he had just encountered was just a dramatic performance full of mysteries.

Lumian smiled, passed the guard, and went up the stairs without looking back.

After the guard's eyes flickered for a few times, he gave up and reached out to stop him.

Although there was an expression of confusion and thinking on his face, his eyes were fast Change, and the corners of his mouth were also raised, as if he was looking forward to something, as if he felt that something good was about to happen.

After Lumian arrived on the second floor, the two guards wearing Monocle did not stop him either. They watched the intruder pass him by with a smile that revealed a bit of weirdness and expectation.

Is there no Beyonder for Low-Sequence? Lumian mumbled silently in disappointment.

He was originally prepared and waiting for a battle, just to show off to the "Alone" Bar on the opposite side. Who knew that the remaining fake Amons in "Different from the Rest" Dance Hall were all Ordinary Person, and no one tried to deal with him.

However, this is normal when you think about it. Amon is not the existence of Mr. "The Fool" and "Great Mother". It can give Gift to believers on a large scale, and Low-Sequence Beyonders must have been "parasitized" in the past, and they were probably eliminated in the previous battle between Angels that Ordinary Person couldn't detect.

The rest of them most likely didn't even know that Dance Hall had already happened to Mutation, and that many of his colleagues had mysteriously disappeared. They thought that Lumian would become the same kind later, or encounter a prank that would scare him crazy.

Since there was no fake Amon to act opposite him, Lumian had no choice but to direct and act on his own.

He directly pulled out the Revolver hidden in Underarm Holster, headed towards the rooms on both sides of the corridor, and pulled the trigger at will.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Each bullet accurately hit one side of Glass Window, and the crackling sound came one after another, accompanied by the gunshot, which spread far away.

The guards on the second floor were a little surprised and confused when they saw Lumian's performance. They wondered whether this guy had been repeatedly Deceit ed by a colleague, so that he had a mental breakdown and became Madman.

Otherwise, how could he have trouble with the air and windows?

These guards instinctively raised their right hands and squeezed the Monocle sandwiched inside the Eye Sockets. Their expressions became more and more expectant, wanting to see how this good show would end.

Go and face the icebergs under the sea and the fear in the darkness!

Lumian After firing four shots in a row, he arrived in front of the office that seemed to be the largest.

He pushed open the ajar door and found a man sitting behind the large Wooden Table.

The man's forehead is wider, his cheeks are narrower, his hair is dark black and slightly curly, Eyes light blue but out of focus.

Similarly, he wears a Monocle made of Crystal on his right eye, and a loose and comfortable Black Robe on his body.

"Timmons?" Lumian walked in and asked with a slight frown.

The man suddenly came back to his senses and replied in a disappointed tone as if he had lost something important, "I am Timmons."

"Are you not dead yet?" Lumian asked in surprise and fun.

In his perception, "Different from the Rest" Dance Hall and other people will be in a superposition state of "is Amon" and "is not Amon", but here is Boss Timmons must be the type who is deeply "parasitized", and such people will definitely be completely eliminated and lose their lives in the previous battle at the Angel level.

Now it seems that is not the case.

Timmons glanced at Lumian, maintaining the frustration and emptiness of a lost soul and said, "There are many people who want me to die, but they don't seem to have Curse's ability.

"Maybe I have died and all that is alive now is a body."

"It's not important. What's important is that you have to return my Commission's 110,000 Felkine, the principal plus interest." Lumian took out the contract given by the bankrupt businessman Fitz from his satchel with his left hand.

He waited eagerly, waiting for Timmons to reject his request and choose to attack him.

Timmons got rid of some of his frustration, raised his hand to support his forehead, smiled and said, "There are Cash and accessories in the safe. You can take it yourself. The password is 010103."

"I thought you would resist." Lumian sighed in disappointment.

Timmons looked at the Revolver in his hand and said, "I'm just a Swindler, not a miser. I can cheat again if the money is gone. If a person dies, there will be nothing."

"Besides, I have lost the most important thing today. Compared with it, 110,000 Felkine is nothing."

What do you mean you can cheat again after you have lost your money? Have you never thought about getting rich legally? Lumian curled his lips and walked sideways towards Mechanical Safe which was placed in this office.

Three, two, one... As he approached the safe, he counted down the time, waiting for Timmons to attack him from behind.

However, this "Different from the Rest" Dance Hall's Boss did nothing, not even shouting for help or trying to call the police.

Lumian squatted in front of Mechanical Safe of Iron Gray. According to the password given by Timmons, he turned the knob again and again and heard a clicking sound.

He glanced at the Banknotes and gold bars that clearly exceeded 100,000 Felkine, opened his satchel, and swept them all in.

After doing this, Lumian lifted Revolver, smashed the office window, and climbed up.

The corners of Timmons's mouth curled up again, bringing back the playful smile that everyone here has.

At this moment, Lumian suddenly turned around and pulled the trigger towards him.

Bang!

A bright yellow bullet grazed Timmons's hair, hit the cabinet next to it, and got into it.

Timmons, who was wearing Monocle, shrank suddenly, his smile disappeared, and his eyes were filled with surprise and uncertainty.

He even smelled a burning smell coming from the top of his head.

Lumian laughed, waved his hand and said, "Surprise?"

After asking, he jumped off the window sill and landed in the alley behind "Different from the Rest" Dance Hall.

Timmons's expression gradually converged, becoming confused and confused.

During the "Different from the Rest" song and dance, although those people wearing Monocle on their right eyes and short suits were doing different things, they were all eagerly looking forward to the intruder wearing Monocle coming downstairs and officially joining this big family.

Amidst the occasional gunshots, they never got the picture they expected to see.

There is a Clock Tower belonging to "Eternal Blazing Sun" Church next to Old Street near Inferno Square. Next to Clock Tower is Modern Building, which is ten stories high.

Franca was dressed as a common Women mercenary, holding a Telescopic Monocular of Brass-Colored, standing on the edge of the rooftop, looking at the "Alone" Bar from a distance.

Amidst the faint sound of gunfire, Bartender Lya in a white shirt, black tie and dark knee-length skirt appeared at the door, looking at "Different from the Rest" Dance Hall diagonally opposite.

Not long after, Franca discovered that a gray Rat climbed out from Lya's feet, crossed the street, and disappeared by the wall of the ancient building.

After another two or three minutes, a man and a woman left "Alone" Bar, forced their way through the guards, and entered "Different from the Rest" Dance Hall.

Franca used a monocular telescope to look at the two people carefully for a while, and found that when they "communicated" with the guards, they had vivid expressions and flexible limbs, without any abnormalities. However, when Transmigration was on the street and after passing the guards, their expressions were quite dull, and their movements were somewhat stiff.

"Marionette?" Franca made a guess.

As for the location of "Marionettist" that manufactured and manipulated Marionette, she couldn't tell at all. She could only roughly judge that the effective range of this ability was several tens of meters, or even more.

At the same time, she couldn't help but complain a few words:

"When you have Spectator, you are a 'real person', but when you don't have Spectator, you are too lazy to maintain facial expressions and character details? Isn't this too unprofessional?"

"Or is it specifically to scare people peeping around, as well as citizens who happen to pass by and occasionally take a look?"

Franca waited patiently until Lumian changed back to her original appearance, changed her clothes, and did anti-following measures. Then she came here to meet her, but no trace of "Marionettist" was found.

Back and forth, except for Lya, they are all Marionette!

"Isn't this too, too cautious? I can't find anything, I can only confirm that there is really 'Marionettist' here, probably more than one." Franca complained to Lumian.

Lumian Just listening to her description, I felt the pain in my head that I felt when facing Amon.

The reason why they became "neighbors" is that they are both good at Concealment. Is it weird and hard to find?

"Can't use 'Magic Mirror Divination' to get clues?" Lumian thought for a while and asked.

Franca shook his head:

"This is 'Seer' Pathway. Unless I can directly get one of them, Marionette, there is no way to find out their identity."

Lumian fell silent, glanced at "Different from the Rest" Dance Hall who had returned to calmness and said, "Go back, start from 'I Have a Friend',' Collect clues on Hisoka' and 'Wandering Poet'. They shouldn't be as difficult to find as 'Loki'. We can also pretend to be deceived and see if we can fish them out."

At that time, "Sleeve Sword" cannot come forward, and "Muggle" has to do it himself, because Franca has already bought a copy of "Loki"'s information and is one of the suspects tracking him.

"Okay." Franca Thinking about it, this is the only way.

The two quickly left the high-rise building Apartment and hired a Four-Wheeled, Four-Seater Hired Carriage.

When the carriage came to the junction of Observatory District and Memorial Hall District, Franca turned his head sideways and glanced at Lumian:

"Don't do anti-tracking again?"

"Wouldn't it be alright with you Anti-Divination?" Lumian responded with a smile, "Besides, after leaving 'Different from the Rest' Dance Hall, I have done anti-tracking several times."

Franca stared at him for two seconds, sighed helplessly and said, "Okay."

Market District, Market Avenue.

Lumian carried a shoulder bag with a large amount of Banknotes and gold on his back, said goodbye to Franca, and walked in the direction of Messy Street, while Franca returned to White Coat Street.

Messy Street is as noisy and crowded as ever, Lumian passes through the vendors and pedestrians, approaching Golden Rooster Inn.

Suddenly, he felt that his body had become uncoordinated, as if a lot of Glue had been poured into his joints.