Chapter 237 - 237 Concealment

237 Concealment

So? Do you know him? Franca glanced at Lumian, seeking his insight.

Lumian s.h.i.+fted his gaze away from the mirror, its reflection gradually fading, and spoke with a deep voice, Hes one of Hugues Artoiss men. I spotted him during the campaign.

Franca furrowed her brow, closing her makeup mirror and inquiring, What happened?

Lumian recounted the encounter between Ruhr and Michel, concluding, Theres something suspicious about this man.

Franca sighed, remarking, Theyre already in such dire straits as scavengers, and yet they still have to face such a situation

She scoffed, adding, Considering Lady Moons endors.e.m.e.nt of Hugues Artois as an open-minded individual, it wouldnt surprise me if he surrounds himself with peculiar characters.

Pausing to look at Lumian, Franca continued, Hugues Artois is now a member of parliament. Hell have both visible and covert protection. If we make a move against him or his a.s.sociates, well easily be tracked down. The consequences would be severe.

Lets entrust this matter to the official Beyonders for further investigation. I cant guarantee much else. At the very least, the Inquisitions Purifiers and members of the Machinery Hivemind wont turn a blind eye to such affairs. They will find a way to uncover the truth and a.s.sess the situation, Franca suggested.

Lumian nodded slowly and inquired, Then which Sequence or pathway could it be? Can phlegm transmit such a deadly disease?

As he made his way from Auberge du Coq Dor to Rue des Blouses Blanches, Lumian diligently recalled the twenty-two paths of the divine detailed in Aurores grimoires but found no match for the current circ.u.mstances.

Franca pondered deeply and said, My understanding of the twenty-two paths of the divine is similar to your sisters, but I have a more comprehensive knowledge of certain aspects. I can only think of one pathway that fits the criteria, but its of a higher level and exclusive to women. It doesnt align with the targets situation.

Hmm Considering weve encountered the Great Mother and the Blessed of the Mother Tree of Desire, could our target be someone blessed by another evil deity?

Heh heh, if it truly involves the faith of an evil G.o.d, the Beyonders from both Churches will undoubtedly intensify their efforts.

Yes, Ruhrs death is peculiar indeed. As long as the investigating police arent blind, theyll swiftly report it to their superiors, who will a.s.sign someone capable to handle the case.

Lumian acknowledged her words briefly, his expression softening.

After bidding farewell to Franca, he made his way back to Auberge du Coq Dor.

As he walked past the reception desk, Madame Fels rose to her feet, a mix of fear and flattery evident in her voice as she greeted, Good morning, Monsieur Ciel.

A few days ago, the police had informed her that Monsieur Ive was believed to be involved in a cult and had become a wanted criminal. They had requested her to use the rental income to cover expenses and ensure the motels smooth operation during this period. Additionally, they wanted her to keep a record of the accounts. Once the elections were over, they would settle the matter of Auberge du Coq Dors owners.h.i.+p promptly.

Madame Fels felt uneasy, fearing that the new boss would dismiss her. Subconsciously, she tried to win Ciels favor, hoping that a leader of the Savoie Mob would stand up for her when the time came. Whoever took control of Auberge du Coq Dor would not want to offend the corresponding mob, unless they had influential connections.

Good morning, Lumian replied simply. He walked along the wall, covered in newspapers and pink paper to conceal stains, cracks, and bedbugs, making his way up to the third floor.

He had locked the door to Room 302 before the other tenants on the third floor had awakened, so as of yet, no one had discovered the lifeless bodies of Ruhr and Michel.

Madame Michels singing before she took her own life had failed to disturb the neighbors. To those residing on Rue Anarchie, various noises during the night were commonplace. Singing, gunshots, brawls, shouting, and sporting activities were nothing worth paying attention to.

Lumian returned the silk handkerchief to its hidden spot in the washroom before pausing in front of Room 302. Extending his left hand clad in a black glove, he turned the handle and opened the creaking wooden door.

Madame Michels lifeless form hung silently in the room. The aroma of food mingled with the surrounding stench of garbage, filling the s.p.a.ce as the light grew brighter.

Lumian gazed at the scene for over ten seconds before slowly turning away, preparing to leave.

It was nearly eight oclock when the two police officers arrived at Auberge du Coq Dor. They spotted Lumian, who had disguised himself using the Mystery Prying Gla.s.ses.

Why is there another death? grumbled the officer who had previously interrogated Lumian.

His face was rugged, lacking in handsome features, and bore the marks of age.

Lumian responded calmly, One died of illness. Im no doctor, unable to save him.

And the other one? the officer pressed for more information.

Lumian replied honestly, She took her own life after the blow.

The older-looking policeman furrowed his brow and entered Room 302, accompanied by his partner.

The first sight that greeted them was Madame Michels lifeless body hanging from the window frame. The officer instinctively covered his nose.

The place was far too filthy and foul-smelling!

Next, his gaze fell upon Ruhrs decaying corpse, observing the putrefying flesh and spilled blood.

Son of a b.i.t.c.h, you call this an illness? he couldnt help but turn to Lumian, his eyes filled with shock and fear.

Lumian briefly recounted the events of the previous night, omitting the fact that Ruhrs condition had worsened while he was at Roblin Clinic and had been revived by half a bottle of Healing Agent. Lumian attributed the credit to The Fool Pharmaceuticals fever-reducing medicine.

He also mentioned his suspicion that the Ruhrs had encountered an infectious source within the pile of garbage they had collected the previous night, causing them to sleep in Room 307. Lumian brought up Madame Michels mention of a silk handkerchief in the washroom as well.

The more the two officers listened, the quieter they became, their expressions slightly off.

After Lumian finished speaking, they hurried to the washroom to confirm the presence of the silk handkerchief.

The older-looking officer glanced at Ciel outside and whispered to his partner, Another mysticism incident. Stay here and guard the scene. Ill report the situation.

The other officer nodded.

No problem.

Lumian observed as they divided the tasks, patiently awaiting the arrival of the official Beyonders.

In less than half an hour, the older-looking policeman returned to Auberge du Coq Dor, alone.

Where are the official Beyonders? Lumians eyes widened in surprise.

The older-looking policeman avoided Lumians gaze and pulled his partner to the end of the corridor, engaging in a hushed conversation.

Lumian stood at a distance, straining his ears to catch their words, but they remained unintelligible.

After a while, the older-looking officer approached Lumian, his expression grave.

Weve preliminarily determined it as death due to illness and suicide.

No further investigation? Lumians eyebrows twitched in disbelief.

The officer repeated what he had said when they had taken Flamengs body away. He donned gloves, carefully placed the silk handkerchief into a cloth bag, and secured it tightly.

Lumian silently observed as they removed the corpses, wrapped Ruhrs body, and placed him in a body bag. Numerous thoughts raced through his mind.

Even though he died in such a manner, the official Beyonders dont find it suspicious? No need for further investigation?

Or perhaps the police officer didnt report the matter, and the official Beyonders remain unaware?

Could someone have intervened and persuaded them to treat this as an ordinary death case, not involving any criminal offense?

With these thoughts swirling in his mind, Lumian quietly followed the officer carrying the two bodies to the carriage.

From a distance, he trailed them, detecting the lingering odor emanating from Ruhrs and Michels bodies. He tracked them all the way to the entrance of the police headquarters in the market district.

Lumian furrowed his brow as he observed uniformed police officers entering and exiting the building.

His initial suspicion was that an officer from the police headquarters had halted the investigation, but he couldnt confirm the ident.i.ty.

Even if he were to enter the police headquarters, given the circ.u.mstances and his own status, it would be impossible for him to trace their steps all the way to the relevant office. If he observed from outside, he wouldnt be able to discern who might be involved from the people coming out.

Lumian pondered the direction of his investigation once more.

Get Franca to use divination?

But theres no medium available

Alternatively Why did the officer stop the investigation? Was he aware that someone would be implicated, or had someone already alerted him to such matters beforehand?

If its the latter, theres a high chance that he holds considerable influence within the parliamentarians office

Lumians heart stirred as he left the entrance of the police headquarters and swiftly arrived outside the four-story khaki-colored building that housed the parliamentarians office in the market district.

Taking cover in an alley across the street, he found himself in the company of a group of vagrants.

Before long, his eyes landed on an officer.

The officer was plump, in his early forties, with brown hair and blue eyes. Three-petaled silver-white sweet irises adorned his black epaulets.

This indicated that he was a chief inspector, one rank lower than a superintendent.

As Lumian watched the chief inspector enter the parliamentarians office, a smile curled upon his lips.

In the khaki-colored four-story building, on the second floor

Tybalt, his face pale and his hair curly and yellow, entered the office of the member of parliaments secretary.

The secretary, a man in his thirties with neatly combed back black hair and blue eyes hidden behind gold-rimmed gla.s.ses, possessed refined features and an air of sophistication.

He glanced at Tybalt, who was coughing, and tossed a cloth bag on the table. With a cold expression, he spoke, Weve recovered your handkerchief.

Tybalt, his dark-yellow hair curly, was attired in a black suit. He smiled and replied, That was quick.

You b.a.s.t.a.r.d! the member of parliaments secretary cursed. Do you not realize that your phlegm can spread diseases to others? Arent you afraid of attracting the attention of the two Churches?

Tybalts brown eyes remained indifferent as he nonchalantly remarked, At most, two or three commoners might die. No one would care about them. Ive been sick for far too long without receiving a new boon. It frustrates me, and it makes me want to kill someone.

The member of parliaments secretary stared at him for a few seconds before admonis.h.i.+ng in a deep voice, If I hadnt taken precautions in advance, the Purifiers would have come looking for you. Your life is inconsequential. Dont jeopardize us! Tybalt, there will be no next time.

Tybalt shrugged, accepting the reprimand.