Chapter 404

Lu Mian looked at the portrait in his hand and laughed in a low voice.

He really didn't expect the Great Arcana to figure out the source of the rumor so quickly and find the real appearance of "I have a friend".

Thinking about it, this is also normal. The rumor appeared two or three months ago. Lu Mian hadn't even come to Trier yet, nor had he mixed into the "Curly-Haired Baboons Research Society". Whether it was "Loki" or "I have a friend", they hadn't felt a substantial threat, so they were naturally unscrupulous when doing "pranks". No matter how cautious or careful they were, it was impossible to achieve the current degree, and it was inevitable that they would leave some traces.

For other Beyonders, it is very difficult to find such traces, but Lady "Justice" is of the "Spectator" pathway, that is, a high-ranking member of the "Psychiatrist" pathway. Not only does she have enough understanding of the various abilities of "I have a friend", but she also restrains him in all aspects.

Even if the actual action wasn't taken by the holder of this Great Arcana, her partner Susie could also excellently complete this task, because in Lu Mian's cognition, this lady is at least a Sequence 5 of the "Psychiatrist" pathway, only one step away from a demigod.

Looking at the portrait of "I have a friend" with gold-rimmed glasses, freckles on his face, a thin face, and brown short hair in a three-seven part, Lu Mian stroked the paper, curled his lips, and muttered to himself:

"Everything that passes leaves a trace...

"People who can't control their desire to do evil will be found out one day."

He took the portrait and knocked on the door of Room 305, taking advantage of the time before Anthony Reid, who often didn't return after going out early, left the Golden Rooster Hotel.

"Help me keep an eye on this person. He is very likely a doctor or a medical researcher." Lu Mian showed the portrait to Anthony Reid, who was dressed as a small clerk.

Immediately after, he briefly talked about the performance of "I have a friend" in the gathering and a few representative pranks, and asked sincerely:

"Where would such a person hide?"

Anthony Reid sighed and said:

"I am a 'Psychiatrist', not a 'Seer'.

"You said he showed rich medical knowledge in the gathering?"

After getting Lu Mian's affirmative answer, Anthony Reid thought for a while and said:

"In a gathering filled with pranks, the various details shown by a Beyonder of the 'Spectator' pathway should all be details he wants you to remember, not equal to his true image, and might even be the opposite.

"I speculate that 'I have a friend' is actually not a doctor, but has enough understanding of medicine and has accumulated rich knowledge."

Actually not a doctor... Ms. Magician's letter also mentioned not to limit the scope of the search to the doctor group... But in this way, hundreds of millions of people in Trier are suspects... Lu Mian was both glad and troubled.

Anthony Reid added two sentences:

"Such a person who possesses anti-human tendencies and enough intelligence is very likely to hide a hobby of challenging danger, liking to treat others as clowns to tease. Maybe it won't be long before he does another prank, mocking all the pursuers."

Provided he doesn't know that multiple demigods are watching this matter... Lu Mian watched Anthony Reid leave in a hurry and turned to White Coat Street.

He originally intended to find Lugano Toscano, this quasi-"Physician", to ask if he knew the person in the portrait, but now the time was too early, the Mill Ballroom hadn't opened yet, and he didn't know where that guy lived.

White Coat Street 3, Apartment 601.

Franca had long since woken up because she also received a letter from her Great Arcana, and was discussing possible investigation directions with Jenna.

"Can't entrust too many information brokers to find him. That would easily make 'I have a friend' detect it in advance, thereby changing his appearance or leaving Trier." Franca reminded Lu Mian.

Lu Mian nodded slowly:

"Relying only on ourselves, there is almost no hope of finding such a person in Trier..."

"Isn't there still Anthony?" Franca winked at Lu Mian, meaning there were still all the cardholders in Trier.

"Yeah, I will help too." Jenna said actively.

Lu Mian said "Hmm", intending to follow the predetermined plan, starting from the doctor group.

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In the afternoon, Jenna arrived at Market Avenue and waited for the public carriage at the station.

Today she was wearing an off-white long skirt, a light brown straw hat with a few cloth flowers tied on her head to block the sunlight, and her brownish-yellow hair was tied into a light bun at the back of her head, with the rest naturally draped down.

She didn't wear makeup, her face was very clean, and her blue eyes, although lacking the reflection of black lines, were even sweeter.

Jenna got on the public carriage and arrived at District 7, which is the Hot Spring District.

This district is located on the west side of the Observatory District, with a good environment and many rich people. The boss of the bankrupt Gudeville Chemical Factory lived here before, and the White Swan Hotel where Charlie was an apprentice waiter was also here.

The Hot Spring District also has many famous museums, also known as the "Museum District", and the largest and most regular asylum in Trier, Delta, is located next to one of the hot springs.

Jenna was here to visit the underground singer who had taken great care of her, the "Flamboyant Girl" who had been raped by Margot of the Poison Sting Gang, suffered physical and mental trauma, left the Market District, and moved into the asylum.

After Lu Mian killed Margot, Jenna specifically found her and told her the good news, and had been visiting her regularly ever since.

The original Jenna didn't have much money herself, and was still thinking about paying off debts, so she couldn't do much for this friend. Later, in the matter of Lu Mian hunting the parish priest, she earned 5,000 Feynapotter gold coins in one go, plus those two compensations and various incomes. After paying off all debts except to Franca, she still had more than 7,500 Feynapotter gold coins left.

Because the repayment pressure on Franca's side was very small, Jenna was finally able to take out a sum of money to send that former "Flamboyant Girl" to the Delta Asylum, which was clearly better in facilities, environment, doctors, and nurses.

She would go to visit the other party every once in a while, first to deliver the fees, and second to show the doctors and nurses that this patient had relatives and friends paying attention, and if anyone dared to bully her, someone would support her.

Jenna got off the public carriage, put on her brown straw hat, and walked forward along a quite lively and prosperous street.

After a few steps, she saw a seven or eight-year-old boy standing alone on the side of the road.

The boy's cheeks were fleshy, wearing the formal suit of a little gentleman, and a head of light yellow hair was combed neatly.

Noticing the boy's eyes were very confused, Jenna walked over, lowered her body, and asked kindly:

"Are you lost from your family? Do you need me to take you to the police station, or find a policeman directly?"

The boy, wearing a mercury-colored tie on his white shirt, sighed and said:

"Not lost, just a woman who likes to drink asked me for a favor, and I don't know how to help, and that side seems a bit dangerous, so I had to wait here."

That side... Jenna looked in the direction the boy pointed with his finger, feeling that he was talking about the Memorial Hall District, Market District, or Botanical Garden District.

"Why does providing help require waiting here?" Jenna couldn't understand the child's train of thought.

The fleshy boy sighed again:

"I don't know why either, my intuition told me to do so."

Speaking of this, he raised his head, looked at Jenna, and showed a pitiful expression:

"Can you buy me an ice cream? The weather in Trier is really too hot!"

"What about that lady who likes to drink who asked you for a favor?" Jenna asked again, both confused and cautious.

The boy looked left and right and said:

"After I said I would wait here, she went to find a place to drink by herself."

This is too irresponsible, right? What if the child gets lost? Jenna couldn't help but frown.

The boy said with eyes full of expectation again:

"You can buy ice cream from this cafe, so I can eat ice cream and wait inside, without worrying about losing my way."

That is, Jenna had been financially well-off recently. She hesitated for a few seconds and said:

"What flavor do you want?"

"Vanilla!" The boy answered quickly and loudly.

Jenna then spent 1 Feynapotter gold coin to buy a cup of vanilla ice cream for the boy in the cafe next to her.

The boy sat by the window, while taking the cup of ice cream, letting the joy in his heart show on his face:

"Thank you, you will have good luck!"

Jenna didn't care about the other party's thanks. After seeing the boy focus on eating the ice cream, she walked away quickly, found a patrolling policeman, and told them there was a lost child in the cafe ahead.

After confirming that the two policemen turned into that cafe, Jenna let out a sigh of relief and continued walking forward with light steps.

Not long after, she arrived at the Delta Asylum.

This asylum is close to the hot springs. Behind the wall is a gray-blue three-story building with an annex. Around the building are patches of green grass bathed in golden sunlight and many activity devices. The environment is very good.

Jenna successfully met her friend.

That former "Flamboyant Girl", like other female patients, had short hair to her ears, a plain face, and peaceful eyes, looking no different from a normal person.

When Jenna chatted with her, she would often have the illusion that the other party wasn't sick or crazy, but Jenna also knew very well that once she was stimulated by certain things, she would immediately enter a manic state, both self-harming and harming others.

After chatting for nearly half an hour, Jenna walked out of the designated meeting room and prepared to leave.

On the way through the outer corridor, she cast her gaze out the window.

On a patch of emerald green grass, twenty or thirty mental patients were either walking slowly, thinking alone, or leaning against trees, basking in the sun, or gathering together, whispering about something.

They also behaved no differently from normal people.

Jenna swept a circle at random and prepared to withdraw her gaze.

Just at this time, she saw a figure wearing blue and white striped hospital clothes.

That figure was over 1.75 meters tall, with brown short hair combed into a three-seven part, hazel eyes blocked by gold-rimmed glasses, and a face that was obviously thin, with many freckles. At this moment, he was basking in the sun, pacing back and forth on the green grass, as if thinking about some philosophical problem.

Jenna's pupils dilated suddenly.

This, this is "I have a friend"!

(End of chapter)