Chapter 641: Bribery

Looking at the open mechanical elevator door, looking at the thin, long black shadow reflected beside him, Lu Mian raised his eyebrows and turned his head unhurriedly.

He discovered that behind him, at some point, there was one more person.

That person was male, thin and tall, wearing a very complicated black robe that even appeared layered. His face was pale as if he hadn't been in the sun for a long time, and a fluffy black hat was pressed on his black hair, with a white, gently swaying feather inserted at the edge of the black hat.

Lu Mian withdrew his gaze and walked into the mechanical elevator. The thin, tall man with dark brown eyes followed without making a sound.

Lu Mian stretched out his right palm, grasped the brass handle inside, pressed it down to the number representing the third underground level, and heard a click.

After Lu Mian chose the floor he wanted to go to, the thin, tall man with the white-feathered black hat also made the same movement. He pulled the brass handle to the eighteenth underground level.

After waiting for a moment, the sound of steam spraying sounded not far away, the gears began to turn, the chains tightened rapidly, and the mechanical elevator with a luxurious interior slowly descended.

The two people in the cabin didn't speak, and it was unusually quiet.

Soon, the mechanical elevator stopped at the third underground level. Lu Mian went out slowly and walked toward Suite 7 without looking back.

It wasn't until the sound of metal chains pulling and moving away came from behind him that he thoughtfully muttered to himself silently:

"That Mr. Ivelista?"

Ivelista, who lived on the eighteenth underground level and whose servants were all the dead.

The way Ivelista appeared and the state of his servants made Lu Mian suspect that this was a "Wraith," a Sequence 5 "Wraith" of the "Prisoner" pathway.

And the "Prisoner" pathway was mastered by the "Rose School of Thought." Whether it was the "Temperance Faction" or the "Indulgence Faction," they couldn't be separated from this secret organization. There shouldn't be many "Wraiths" who didn't belong to the "Rose School of Thought."

A rare wild "Wraith," or the vanguard of the "Rose School of Thought" hitting Port Pylos's idea? Hmm, the possibility of being a member of the "Temperance Faction" couldn't be excluded. At least in this short minute or two, I didn't see any traces of various things left by long-term indulgence of desires on Ivelista... Lu Mian decided to write his observation just now into the letter to Ms. "Magician."

Whether it is good or bad, let the professionals determine!

Returning to Suite 7, Lu Mian saw Ludwig sitting at the dining table, holding a small silver spoon, digging into the food in the ceramic soup pot.

On top of that dish was a layer of cheese mixed with egg liquid, many places baked slightly charred. Through the big hole Ludwig dug out, Lu Mian saw pork, beef, fish, shrimp, shellfish, potatoes, and tomatoes stewed together underneath. The rich spice smell mixed with the aroma of the meat itself, making the whole living room and dining room full of magic that made one unable to help but swallow saliva.

Ludwig was eating quietly, while Lu Jianuo stood up and asked ingratiatingly:

"Would you like some? This is a local specialty, 'Isao.' The ingredients chosen by different chefs are different, and the taste will also be different."

Ludwig turned his head, glanced at Lu Jianuo, said nothing, and continued to eat, just accelerating the progress.

Lu Mian sat next to Ludwig and said to this little boy who was eating with cheese and juice all over his mouth with a smile:

"I originally intended to bring you some better late-night snacks, but after thinking about it, I gave up."

"What late-night snack?" Lu Jianuo asked quite cooperatively and curiously.

"You wouldn't want to know." Lu Mian smiled like a devil.

The late-night snack he was talking about was the corpse of the "Serial Killer" Bram.

He had originally wanted to bring a few pieces back to feed Ludwig, to see what kind of "nutrition" this little boy could harvest and what kind of intelligence he could relay. But considering that he had already asked and "spirit communicated," and given Bram's position and the abnormality of the Andre-Lade family, he shouldn't have known too much, so Lu Mian cautiously gave up the plan to feed Ludwig.

—According to his observation, Ludwig could recover a certain amount of strength when he ate to a certain extent, not being so tightly restricted by the seal. If he were fed the corpse of a Sequence 7 supernatural, it might cause a qualitative change in him. At that time, Lu Mian was afraid that his strength would be insufficient to deal with possible accidents, and he would be cooked into a delicacy by Ludwig and eaten into his stomach.

The small silver spoon in Ludwig's hand paused for two seconds:

"Since you didn't bring it, why mention it?"

Yo, are you a bit angry? Lu Mian laughed secretly:

"It's to tell you that we have come to the adventurer's paradise, the chaotic country. You will have many opportunities to eat good things later."

He was hinting to Ludwig—perform well, I won't forget to find "delicacies" for you!

Ludwig stuffed the soft-stewed potato on the spoon into his mouth and answered vaguely:

"I don't want to go to school."

Meaning, as long as I don't go to school, everything else is negotiable? Of course, the premise is to pay enough delicacies... Lu Mian stood up satisfied, walked back to the bathroom attached to the master bedroom, turned on the faucet, and began to wash up.

Swish, swish, swish, the brass-colored faucet flowed with warm water of moderate temperature.

Lu Mian soaked the towel and wrung it out, slapping it on his face with steam, feeling refreshed all over.

—The Aurella Hotel used steam engines to provide power for machines such as mechanical elevators, requiring the boiler to keep running and keep burning water, so providing hot water around the clock was one of its selling points.

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The next morning, Lu Mian, wearing a golden straw hat, appeared on Kania Street next to the Resurrection Square in Port Pylos.

This used to be the center of the Intis colonial rule in Matani. Everywhere one could see street signs and shop names marked in Intis. Lu Mian arrived very easily along the Intis plane trees in front of a four-story, very luxurious Intis-style off-white house.

The signs here were written in Dutan, Intis, Highland, Loen, and Feynapot:

"Port Pylos Patrol Force"

At the bottom of the sign, there were five lines of prompts with the same meaning:

"Only handle supernatural events."

Fully considered the need for reporting cases from adventurers from different countries... Lu Mian teased and walked into this off-white house.

There was no one in the lobby of the house, only a receptionist sitting lazily on a chair, flipping through the local tabloid of the day.

That was a native in his thirties with dark brown skin and pitch-black hair, a thin face, and dark brown eyes.

"I want to report a case." Lu Mian walked over and said in Intis.

The native looked up at him, stood up swaying, pushed open a baffle behind him, and shouted a few words inside.

Lu Mian could barely understand that he was saying in Dutan:

"Bring someone who understands Intis or Highland..."

You can't do this. Since you don't understand foreign languages, don't waste time reading newspapers. Study hard... Lu Mian muttered to the receptionist, maintained a warm smile, and waited patiently for other Patrol Force members to come out.

In just a minute or two, a young man with brown hair so fluffy that it looked like he hadn't dried his hair completely after washing it last night and went to sleep came out of the depths of the lobby.

He was wearing a white shirt and an unbuttoned yellow vest, with one hand in his pocket, came to Lu Mian, and said in fluent Intis:

"What case do you want to report?"

Lu Mian looked at this young man who was clearly from the Northern Continent, holding a rolled cigarette in his hand, and having brownish-yellow eyes for a few seconds, and answered with a restrained smile:

"I found a murderer."

The young man with distinct features and a decent appearance pointed to the door amusedly:

"Go to the police across the street for murderers."

Opposite the Patrol Force was the Port Pylos Police Headquarters.

Lu Mian still had that restrained smile:

"That is a serial murderer."

"Serial murderer..." The young man holding the rolled cigarette muttered to himself, his expression suddenly becoming serious:

"How do you know?"

"I found many cut-off lips in his house, human lips." Lu Mian still smiled restrainedly.

"Cut-off lips?" The young man who hadn't buttoned his yellow vest asked seriously and urgently, "Where is his house?"

Lu Mian recalled and said:

"I can't pronounce the street name, but I can take you to the scene. I can find it. It's on a street near the 'Man-Eating Flower' bar."

The young man forced himself to calm down and took a puff of the rolled cigarette:

"What about that murderer? Have you seen what he looks like?"

"He is dead." Lu Mian answered truthfully.

The young man was stunned for two seconds:

"How did he die?"

Lu Mian's mouth curled up bit by bit, revealing a smile, a smile that was no longer restrained:

"I killed him."

The young man with fluffy brown hair froze suddenly.

He stared at Lu Mian for several seconds before saying:

"You are an adventurer, here to claim the bounty?"

The serial murder case committed by Bram was all local, so there was a wanted poster signed by General Queralir, but there was no corresponding name and appearance on the wanted poster, only a description of the case, because no suspect had been locked onto.

Lu Mian smiled and said:

"You could say that, but it can also be claimed by you."

The young man frowned:

"What do you mean?"

"It means the bounty belongs to you." Lu Mian didn't hide his intention to bribe the other party at all.

The young man looked at Lu Mian for a few times:

"What do you want?"

"I want the case files of the serial murder case four years ago and the relevant items you collected." Lu Mian answered frankly.

There might be something Ludwig could eat in here.

The young man fell silent, as if weighing the pros and cons.

Finally, he scratched his brown hair and said:

"I can let you see the case files and relevant items, but you can't take them away, you can only copy them.

"Also, I have to go to the scene first to confirm if it is that serial killer."

"Good." Lu Mian extended his right hand and said with a smile, "Happy cooperation."

The young man reached out and shook his hand:

"Happy cooperation. You can call me Camus. What about you?"

Lu Mian revealed a smile again:

"Louis Berry."

Louis Berry... Why does this name sound a bit familiar... Camus thought while walking into the door in the depths of the lobby, preparing to find two teammates to go together.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 642 =====