Chapter 233 "Scapegoat" At eight o'clock in the morning, two policemen slowly came to the third floor of the Golden Rooster Hotel. One policeman checked the body, suicide note and the environment, while the other was responsible for questioning the tenants around. Lumian had used the "secret glasses" to make a simple disguise and was standing at the door of room 310. The uniformed policeman holding a pen and paper glanced at him: "Are you Charles Dubois? Tell me what happened in brief." Lumien had gone mad when he moved here from Flemish. He always claimed that he had met the ghost of Montsouris, that all his family members were dead, and that it was his turn to start. He kept talking until he suddenly regained consciousness last night and had a big drink. "What's with the wound on his shoulder?" the policeman who was handling the body in the room interrupted. "Before he regained consciousness last night, he injured himself, and I was the one who bandaged his wounds," Lumian replied calmly. After questioning other tenants and the owner of the basement bar, the two police officers preliminarily confirmed that the deceased was a person who had been in a mentally ill state for a long time and had the motive to commit suicide and the corresponding tendency. As they put Flamand's body into the body bag, they said to Lumian: "We will send him to the catacombs, but there is a rather tedious process, which includes truly determining the cause of death, asking the clergy to purify it, finding someone who can inherit his relics, and communicating with the catacombs managers. It will take about one to two weeks." Lumian was silent for a moment and said:

"I drank with him a few times. Remember to tell me when you bury him." After giving an affirmative reply, the two policemen left the Golden Cockerel Hotel with Flamand's body and the items in the room. Lumian removed his disguise and returned to room 207. He sat in a chair, his back to the window that let in the sunlight and facing the slightly dim corridor, with quite complicated emotions. Flamand's suicide seemed to him like he had seen another ending for himself. He helped the other party to exchange the fate of "meeting the ghost of Montsouris" not only to make use of that fate, nor did he think of taking any other reward. He just felt that Flemish, who had lost all his relatives, was in a very similar situation to himself, the only difference was that one had completely collapsed and became a madman, while the other was still trying to maintain himself, telling himself that there was still hope and that he must remain rational enough. But in the end, no longer haunted by Montsouris' ghost and no longer frightened to the point of madness, Flemish chose to end his own life. In the corridor, Elodie, wearing a blonde wig and eye shadow, and another cleaning lady have started their busy work for the day. They clean the floor and deal with bedbugs without stopping for a moment. Lumian watched all this quietly, his vision seemingly out of focus. After nearly a quarter of an hour, the sound of light but hurried footsteps extended from the stairs to outside Room 207. Janna's figure then came into Lumian's eyes. She was dressed more simply than usual today, a slightly tight women's shirt with a light brown short top and an off-white fluffy skirt, black boots that went above the knee, and she still had that decadent and seductive makeup on. She glanced at Lumian, entered room 207, and closed the wooden door behind her. Lumian came back to his senses and looked at this guy quietly without asking her purpose. Jane said in a low voice with a look of curiosity and excitement: "Have you heard? The boss and two leaders of the Sting Gang have all been killed!" "I know." Lumian nodded. Janna looked at his expression and deliberately asked: "You didn't do that, did you?" "Do you think I can kill 'Black Scorpion' Roger, 'Bald' Haman and 'Shorty Candlestick' Castina in one go?" Lumian asked back. Jenna had already known about Charles's strength from Franka, and she also knew that "Black Scorpion" Roger was no weaker than Franka. She shook her head and said: "No."

She then dragged out her tone: "But you can still find help." For example, Franka. “No official suspects me.” Lumian spread his hands. He was actually a little confused about this matter. Normally, as one of the few people who had a direct conflict with the Sting Gang recently, he would definitely be called in for questioning after something like that happened. However, Lumian waited from last night until this morning, ready to disguise himself at any time, but the investigators never showed up. Just then, another burst of hurried footsteps came from the stairs. Knock, knock, knock. Someone knocked on room 207. Charles? Lumian looked at the door and said: "Come in, it's not locked." The visitor was Charlie, who was wearing a white shirt, a light-colored vest, a black suit, a half-high silk hat, and a dark bow tie around his neck. This was a more respectable outfit than when he was a waiter at the White Swan Hotel. After looking at Charlie for a few times, Lumian smiled: "Hey, where did this civilized person come from?" Charlie could hardly hide his smile, and said in a warm and passionate tone: "Isn't it? I am a real civilized person now. I am still learning classical grammar. Madam and sir, please allow me to greet you in a civilized way." As he spoke, he took off the half-high silk hat on his head, pressed it to his chest, bent slightly, and saluted. Janna laughed immediately but didn't hit Charlie, while Lumian said with a "tsk tsk" sound: "Frankly speaking, you are now more like a monkey wearing civilized clothes and trying to do civilized actions." Charlie was not shocked and was still happy: "I have only learned for one day. In another month, you will get to know me again. Oh, this is Mr. Charlie Current, and he is enjoying a sumptuous dinner worth 8 Felkins!" Having said that, Charlie glanced at Janna who was standing beside the bed and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't say it in front of Janna. Lumian asked nonchalantly: "What's the matter? Just say it." Charlie lowered his voice: "You know what? Last night, 'Black Scorpion' Roger, 'Bald' Harman, and 'Shorty Candlestick' Castina were all killed." "I know, and then what?" Lumian believed that Charlie would not come to him for something that would soon become known to everyone. Charlie looked at Janna and continued: "What has been confirmed so far is that the killers belong to a terrorist organization called the Aurora Society. On the one hand, they like to create scenes of blood and flesh everywhere, and on the other hand, they always target those who believe in evil gods. Yes, Black Scorpion Roger and his group believe in an evil god called the Great Mother." Aurora Society? Lumian was a little stunned. Where did this scapegoat come from? Why did the official Beyonders inexplicably become suspicious of the organization called "Aurora Society"? Shouldn't we first investigate those who have conflicts with "Black Scorpion" Roger and the Stinger Gang? That's how detective novels are written! "Was it really done by the organization called 'Aurora Society'?" Janna asked curiously. Charlie nodded heavily:

"Yes, the Aurora Society seems to have claimed responsibility for this case in some way. Tomorrow, some newspapers should have a report on the case." The second half of Charlie's sentence meant that what he had just said was content that could be made public and was not subject to the confidentiality clause. The Aurora Society claimed responsibility? You didn't do anything, so what responsibility do you have? Lumian was confused and amused for a moment. If he hadn't killed "Black Scorpion" Roger with his own hands, he would have suspected that it was really done by the "Aurora Society". Charlie glanced at him and added in a low voice: “This afternoon, after the election, we will conduct a sweep of gangs throughout the market area to respond to public concerns about the safety of the area.” Are you reciting a document? Why are you using such formal words? Lumian probably understood what Charlie came here to remind him of. Anyone with cases on their backs is advised to leave the market area this afternoon and hide for a while! Lumian nodded slightly and said: "I'm going to an occult gathering this afternoon." The party Mr. K had called was at nine in the evening, but Lumian planned to go earlier. Charlie breathed a sigh of relief and pointed outside the door: "I go first." Lumian thought for a moment and said: "Don't bother to inform me about such trivial matters in the future." He then sneered: "Are you looking down on my abilities?" Charlie smiled awkwardly: "The first time, I was quite excited. From now on, I won't hint at you unless it's something that's really directed at you." After watching him leave, Janna sighed: "He actually became your spy within the official Beyonder community." "I'd rather he wasn't." Lumian curled his lips, "He's just an idiot who can only do bad things." Jane said "Oh" and waved her hand: "I'm going to find Franca. Are you going to tell others the information Charlie revealed?" Lumian shook his head. "If everyone runs away, the official Beyonders will definitely investigate whether anyone has leaked the action plan, and that idiot will definitely not be able to escape. "Some people do deserve to go to jail anyway." Aren't you? Janna muttered to herself, walked out of room 207 and entered the corridor. At this time, the two cleaning ladies had cleaned to the stairs. Janna walked over briskly, her eyes sweeping over the cleaning lady named Elodie who was wearing a blonde wig. Her expression suddenly froze, and she turned abruptly and returned to room 207, which made Lumian, who was about to leave, feel quite strange. Elodie, who was nearly fifty years old and wore a blonde wig and eyeshadow, also noticed Jana. She stared at the back of the actor apprentice for a few seconds, and shouted in confusion and worry: "Chelia..." Janna's body froze.

She turned slowly, forced a smile, and shouted to Elodie: "Mother." Mom? Lumian almost doubted his ears. He then remembered that Elodie had said that she used to be a theater actress and now loved to go to the Old Dovecote to watch performances. She had a husband who died in a factory accident a few years ago, leaving behind two children who were now almost adults and could help support the family. Jana is an acting apprentice at Lao Gelong. Her father passed away a few years ago and she is left with her mother and brother. She plans to earn the next year's tuition and other expenses on her own. That makes sense...Lumian nodded thoughtfully. Elodie walked up to Jenna with a broom in hand and looked her up and down: "Why are you here? What's with all that makeup on?" (End of this chapter)