Chapter 200: Mediation

After that band member and his mother asked the Breeze Dance Hall manager René for leave and left, the drumbeat sounded again, and people started another round of friction dancing.

Lu Mian turned his head to look at Jenna standing beside him and chatted casually:

"I thought you would go over to comfort him a few words. After all, you know him and often cooperate with their band."

Jenna, wearing a sequined red long dress with a large area of skin exposed on her chest, pursed her lips and said with a calm expression:

"In the situation just now, what he needed was not comfort, but venting. Any comfort to him would be a sharp sword stabbing him."

Lu Mian looked Jenna up and down for a few seconds:

"So understanding? How come there's a feeling of having experienced it personally..."

Jenna lowered her head to look at her toes, smiled, and said:

"A few years ago, when my father passed away, I also had a similar state.

"Later, one day, before dawn, my mother pulled me to the roof of the apartment, accompanied me to wait for the sun to rise, watched the distance brighten little by little, watched the sky turn from black to deep blue, getting lighter and lighter, watched the clouds dyed with bright golden yellow, and other colors.

"At that moment, she told me that darkness would eventually pass, the sun would inevitably rise, and the light would certainly shine on the earth.

"When he returns to the band, I will find an opportunity to tell him similar words."

Lu Mian listened quietly and sighed:

"You have a good mother."

"Yes." Jenna accepted this compliment with some pride.

Lu Mian laughed instead:

"After saying so much just now, you didn't even bring a dirty word. Not like you at all."

And it even seemed quite culturally literate.

"Fuck! In your heart, am I that kind of person with low quality and constant dirty words?" Jenna cursed hatefully and walked toward the lounge, preparing for the next song.

Lu Mian sat back at the bar and thought about other problems:

He had to go for psychological treatment tomorrow afternoon, and Louis Lund could appear at any time on Sunday.

What if he missed it by then?

Lu Mian's first reaction was to write a letter to "Magician" and ask her to inquire with his psychologist, Ms. Susie, to see if the treatment could be postponed for a day, but he felt that his state was a bit unstable in these two days. If he didn't follow up in time, he might suffer a big loss when tracking Louis Lund's line later.

You know, even if Lady Pualis is not completely equal to "Lady Night," she is not someone Lu Mian can confront head-on now. His purpose is mainly to find this survivor of Cordu Village and have a friendly chat with her.

For Lady Pualis, Lu Mian didn't have much hatred. Although she also believed in the evil god and did some things in Cordu Village, it seemed that she was ultimately not the murderer who caused that disaster—some time before the ritual, she was forced to leave.

Lu Mian couldn't control what others believed in, and he didn't intend to control it.

So, if his state was unstable and he made some extreme behaviors, intensifying the conflict between him and Lady Pualis, becoming her enemy, then things would become extremely troublesome, and might even make him lose his life.

As for the conflict with the Sting Gang, the problem of "Lady Moon" is not equal to the matter of "Lady Night."

After thinking for a while, Lu Mian planned to find a helper to stake out Louis Lund for him and follow him to find his residence in Trier.

"Don't consider those without Beyonder abilities; they can't complete the tracking at all.

"There are two current choices. One is the intelligence peddler Anthony Reid, who is a suspected Beyonder of the 'Psychiatrist' pathway, has sufficient tracking ability, and he has already accepted my commission and received my deposit, knowing that I want to find Louis Lund. Tracking the other party and determining his whereabouts is also included in the task. If it really doesn't work, I'll add some money.

"The second is Franca. She and Aurora belong to the Curly-Haired Baboons Research Society, know my true identity, and have shown a certain degree of care. To a certain extent, she is trustworthy. Hmm, she also owes me a favor, and her strength is enough to track Louis Lund, and she can even control him halfway..." As his thoughts turned, Lu Mian stood up, went to the bedroom on the second floor, and left the Breeze Dance Hall through the window.

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Golden Chicken Hotel, outside room 305.

Lu Mian knocked on the wooden door.

"Please come in." Anthony Reid's voice with a West Coast accent came out.

Accompanying this answer was the door slowly opening backward.

That intelligence peddler appeared in front of Lu Mian again.

The oil on his fat face seemed to have just been cleaned, and he looked increasingly honest.

At this time, he was wearing gray-blue worker uniforms, as if he had stayed in the Market District and south of the Botanical Garden District all day.

"I saw the note you left." Anthony Reid touched his receding light yellow hairline, "I have been watching Market Avenue."

Lu Mian didn't have that unspeakable uneasiness, looked left and right, and said straightforwardly:

"I have other things to do from 2:30 to 5:00 tomorrow afternoon. If you find the target during this time, don't come to notify me. Follow him and lock onto the place where he lives. I am either in room 207 of the hotel or at the Breeze Dance Hall. By then, the final payment will be paid according to the agreement.

"Xia Er."

After stuffing the memo paper into room 305 from the door crack, Lu Mian turned back to the Breeze Dance Hall, stayed in the cafe, and waited for feedback.

When it was almost dusk, a gang thug guarding near 126 Market Avenue ran back to the dance hall and went to the second floor.

Found Louis Lund? Lu Mian stood up abruptly and looked at the subordinate.

That gang thug was inexplicably nervous, as if he had been stared at by a hungry lion.

Before Lu Mian could ask, he said hurriedly and stutteringly:

"Boss, no, not good!

"I saw, I saw a group of police go to the yard!"

Yard? Isn't that the Boss's industry? Uh, near the yard is "Rat" Christo's warehouse... Is this Franca's "report" taking effect? Lu Mian quickly thought of a possibility.

This made him very disappointed.

What mirror person, what possible harm, in his eyes, couldn't even compare to a hair of Louis Lund!

Controlling the emotions and the excitement remaining on his body, Lu Mian said to the subordinate:

"I know, I will handle it.

"You go back to your original position now, continue to stake out the person on the wanted poster, and in another half an hour, I will let the other four replace you to come back and rest."

"Yes, Boss." That gang thug breathed a sigh of relief and turned into the stairs.

Watching his figure disappear there, Lu Mian lowered his head and looked at his hands.

They were still trembling slightly.

This was caused by the sudden burst of excitement and agitation when he thought his subordinate had brought news of Louis Lund.

Sometimes, my emotions are still not stable enough... Fortunately, I can receive psychological treatment again this Sunday... Lu Mian sighed secretly, sat down, and sipped coffee.

In order to welcome Louis Lund in the best state, he didn't even order wine.

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Outside the warehouses belonging to "Rat" Christo.

He and most of his subordinates and porters were gathered together, surrounded by twenty or thirty police wearing black uniforms and holding firearms.

Christo piled up a flattering smile and said to the police superintendent Travis Everett he knew:

"Superintendent, why did you suddenly surround the warehouse?

"I am a legal merchant!"

Everett, about thirty years old, wearing black-rimmed glasses and a wide chin, looked at Christo and said in a deep voice:

"Don't think we don't know what you are doing usually. We don't deal with you because you still follow the rules and know what should be done and what shouldn't. Now, your only choice is to cooperate with us and clarify the matter as soon as possible."

Christo keenly heard hope from the words of Superintendent Everett and nodded immediately:

"Okay, okay, no problem!"

That batch of goods yesterday, he had already distributed it. As long as the real accounts were not found, there was no actual evidence to accuse him.

Everett, whose black hair was shaved relatively short, turned his body sideways and said to a man beside him:

"Deputy Assistant Commissioner, you can start."

That man had a rugged appearance, with fluffy golden hair, golden eyebrows, and a beard, wearing a set of black police uniforms that were slightly small, but the buttons were all made of gold.

On his epaulet was a silver-white seven-petaled iris flower, with a beige diamond-shaped small square next to it.

This represented Deputy Assistant Commissioner.

Above the superintendent, the Trier Police Department had four levels, from low to high: Chief Superintendent, Deputy Assistant Commissioner, Assistant Commissioner, Deputy Commissioner.

Among them, there was only one Deputy Commissioner, and that was the Minister of the Trier Police Department. The one with a higher rank than him in the entire Intis Republic was the Minister of the National Police Department, a Commissioner.

Assistant Commissioner and Deputy Assistant Commissioner belonged to the Deputy Ministers and Police Commissioners of the Trier Police Department. On their epaulets, next to the seven-petaled iris flower, there were beige diamond-shaped small squares. The Commissioner had four, the Deputy Commissioner had three, the Assistant Commissioner had two, the Deputy Assistant Commissioner had one, and the Chief Superintendent had none.

That is to say, this rugged man with golden hair and beard had a position equivalent to the Police Commissioner Emeric responsible for the entire Honest Market District, but Christo didn't know him at all.

"Just call me Angouleme," the rugged-looking Deputy Assistant Commissioner responded simply.

His gaze then swept across Christo, Elken, and others, making them inexplicably feel that the sun was very dazzling, and they had to lower their heads.

Angouleme retracted his gaze and said to several team members in plain clothes behind him:

"You can bring that thing over."

Two team members walked to the four-wheeled carriage parked nearby and moved down something wide, flat, and large, covered with a black velvet curtain.

They then stood this thing beside Angouleme.

Angouleme looked at "Rat" Christo and others, raised his chin slightly and said:

"You line up in front of me, one by one."