Chapter 62: Detective IsengardTitle of the Book:Secret: Lu Mingfei doesn't want to be GodAuthor's name: Abandoned.Chapter word count: 2059 wordsUpdate time: 2025-06-18 16:00:25
Isengard Stanton looks like a standard detective, with graying temples, a thin face, and deep and sharp eyes. Sitting in a window booth on the second floor of Zelda's Cafe, looking down like a hawk overlooking its territory, but not as aggressive as Mr. A, but calm and aloof.
"Did you see that lady?" he asked suddenly, without pointing specifically, nor describing the lady's clothing, like a strict teacher checking whether students are paying attention during class: "What's wrong with her?"
The young man who was both an assistant and an apprentice thought for a moment and said, "Her handbag was a new model designed by Mr. Seides at the beginning of the year, but her skirt had no specific style. There was no maid or other lady around her, and... she turned back twice in ten minutes."
"Very good." Detective Eisinger nodded with satisfaction. The fact that the assistant could observe these details proved that he had also noticed the lady with unusual behavior, but was missing some necessary information. "That's Mrs. Penny. Her husband is Robert Heck, an unlucky businessman. At the same time, Mrs. Penny is also Mrs. McKinney's 'good friend'."
The latter was one of the culprits who made Viscount Ricardo famous in Backlund. Her husband died early and she had no children. She inherited a large inheritance, but she was not very good at managing it. She was a famous angel investor in the aristocratic and business circles. The assistant's mind flashed with the known information, and he quickly summarized:
"So, she wants to 'chance to meet' Viscount Ricardo?"
"Don't jump to conclusions." Isengard didn't mean to criticize. As a qualified detective, he always had to make bold guesses and then look for evidence: "But we don't have time to verify our guesses today... Go down and help my guest solve the problem in advance. After that, help me order a batch of tobacco and have it delivered to his home."
"Yes, Mr. Isengard."
About five minutes later, Lu Mingfei, who had dodged the "sexy scam" again, successfully arrived at the second-floor compartment and was warmly welcomed as soon as he entered. The detective stood up and saluted him, expressing his honors, then rang the bell on the table, signaling the waiter to bring coffee and desserts, until the fragrant and sweet smell filled the compartment, and then he took the initiative to start a conversation:
"Viscount Ricardo would be a good detective."
He was talking about Lu Mingfei's state after he entered the room. From the perspective of spiritual vision, the boy had always maintained the dark blue of rational thinking and the purple of alienation, with almost no other emotions, which was basically the same as the "detective" state he could maintain for a long time until he reached Sequence 7.
But as soon as Isengard finished his compliment, Lu Mingfei's etheric body began to fluctuate violently - just a few days ago, in the same environment where the air was filled with a sweet smell, someone said that he was very suitable to be an assassin, and the "legacy" left by the other party was now in the inner pocket of his coat...
"Thank you for your compliment." Lu Mingfei stroked his pocket watch and laughed dryly, "But you should know that my psychological clinic will be completed soon, and I have no intention of changing my career for the time being."
"I do know something about this." Isengard nodded with a smile, "Maybe one day I will become Viscount Ricardo's client, or you will become my client. After all, Backlund is not the 'paradise on earth' that Emperor Roselle envisioned."
The financial center of the northern continent, the capital of all cities, the land of hope... People have given this place too many beautiful fantasies, and they want to crush all the fragrant dreams into these colorful paints, portraying Backlund as a fantasy land loved by God. Every day, countless energetic young people or successful people with great ambitions come here, but they end up embarking on an extremely muddy and long road and becoming a gear in the operation of the city.
Detective Eisinger was actually giving Lu Mingfei a shot of prevention.
Because the Beyonder gathering he held was held in the Bridge District, a slum second only to the East District and not as poor. The detective was afraid that the boy was a delicate flower in a greenhouse, and had not seen the clear lines of Backlund at night. The lights in the Cherwood District, which had good public security, were dim, but it was in sharp contrast to the darkness of the East District and the Bridge District.
Those buildings shrouded in the darkness of night were like huge lifeless sculptures, or like ritual statues surrounding an ancient sword fighting arena, enough to extinguish the passion of young people...
"I understand." Lu Mingfei lowered his eyes, indicating that he was not that fragile. "I have seen the East District at night. The shadows under the moonlight are jagged, like a group of puppets locked in a glass cabinet. People's faces are like solidified sculptures without any expression, like wax figures and piles of corpses that have lost their vitality... I am very interested in the Beyonder gathering you are hosting."
His topic changed so quickly that Detective Isengard couldn't keep up. He couldn't even maintain his "detective" state. He frowned and thought for a long time before he could barely associate the party with "promotion" and then with "changing the East District". He rubbed his forehead and said:
"Okay, please allow me to introduce you."
Because of the message from the Church of Knowledge, he had to pull the boy in front of him into the Beyonder gathering anyway, and use it to observe him and pass on information, so Isengard directly omitted the tedious steps of recommendation, introduction, and assessment.
Tell Lu Mingfei to pay attention to the Backlund Morning Post every day. When the advertisement for Ernst Company's purchase of goods appears on the fifth page, it means that there will be a party here at 8 o'clock the next night. The intensity and interval of knocking on the door will be based on the quotation. The first number is the number of heavy knocks, the second is the number of light knocks, the third is the long interval, the fourth is the short interval, and the numbers after that are meaningless...
"Because in a sense, this is still a secret gathering, so the steps are a bit complicated." Isengard said that if the boy didn't remember it, he could repeat it, but he didn't need to write it down on paper.
But this was not a problem for Lu Mingfei, whose spirit had been strengthened by the "audience" potion. He immediately shook his head to indicate that he did not need the other party to repeat it, and continued: "I remember it. It is a very reliable way to get together."
In addition, the detective left a name - Kaspars Kalinin, who runs a bar called "The Brave" and is a hired receptionist for the party. He also sells guns and bullets. Isinger pointed at Lu Mingfei's bulging waist and said, "There seems to be something wrong with the handguard of your pistol, and you are also missing an underarm gun bag... He said it was introduced by Mr. 'Eye of Wisdom', and he will give you a discount."
"I'll give you a discount when you come to see me next time." Lu Mingfei was very satisfied with this unexpected surprise. He watched Detective Eisinger get up and say goodbye, and then finished his cake before leaving.
As soon as I went downstairs, I saw an unexpected figure. I couldn't help rubbing my eyes and asked in confusion:
"Susie? Why are you here?"Chapter 63 Kidnapping Susie?Title of the Book:Secret: Lu Mingfei doesn't want to be GodAuthor's name: Abandoned.Chapter word count: 2028 wordsUpdate time: 2025-06-17 17:27:01
The golden retriever, wagging its big tail, came up immediately. Although it was not the molting period yet, her breed determined that she could leave deep marks on other people's pants anytime and anywhere. Lu Mingfei didn't care. He squatted down and pinched her voluptuous dog face, and confirmed that the golden retriever with a few accessories missing was indeed Susie.
"Where's your small shoulder bag?" His fingers sank deep into Susie's soft and smooth hair. The warm and dry touch was like a velvet blanket that had been exposed to the sun for a long time. Every corner of the carpet had a comfortable feel, which made Lu Mingfei unable to let go. "Did Audrey confiscate the crocodile leather shoulder bag that old rogue Sades designed for you? It doesn't matter. I'll buy you a new one... But don't let Audrey know."
He reached out his hand and tapped the dog's head three times, saying to himself, "The secret is not passed on to others. Three taps means we will trade at three in the morning tonight. Even a monkey with a hairy face and a thunder god's mouth can understand it. You are so smart, so you must understand it, right?"
Lu Mingfei, who had called the other person "Great Sage" before, had no conscience at all. He almost said a line like "Bimawen" which would get him beaten. He didn't even notice the maid holding a hairbrush behind him.
"Ahem." Anne modestly reminded Lu Mingfei not to continue to embarrass himself in public, and said coldly: "Mr. Ricardo, please stop your dangerous thoughts... Miss Audrey will not confiscate Susie's bag, and Miss will not let her go out alone in the middle of the night."
Lu Mingfei's expression froze, and without even turning his head, he continued to rub Susie's furry head: "What should we do? We've been discovered!"
"Woof!"
"Run away? Good idea!"
"Woof woof!"
The golden retriever's moral integrity was much higher than Lu Mingfei's, and he did not agree with his nonsense. He turned around and abandoned the boy who wanted to buy a bag for him, and walked towards the maid who had just finished combing her hair. Annie smiled gently and picked up Susie with difficulty:
"Mr. Ricardo, are you here for dinner?"
"I've finished eating." Lu Mingfei brushed off the dog hair on his trouser legs, stood up and buttoned up his formal suit, indicating that his stomach was already full of sugar. "Did Miss Anne come with Audrey?"
"Yes." The maid didn't want to admit it, but she still answered honestly and invited: "The lady is upstairs... the compartment you went to last time. Do you want to see the lady?"
But Lu Mingfei pinched his chin and thought for a moment, then shook his head and refused: "Forget it, I wish you two a happy meal."
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It was still Zelda Cafe, but with a new compartment. The green plants in the room purified the air to a great extent, making it almost impossible to smell the industrial smell that permeated the entire Backlund, which was far away from the production area. The weather outside was also particularly kind to "Backlund's most dazzling gem". There was no fog at all, and the streets looked bright and clear in the sun, as if they had just been washed by rain.
"Miss." Anne carried Susie into the compartment, "Mr. Zelda's hairbrush has been returned."
"Thank you for your hard work, Annie. I don't know why Susie likes Mr. Zelda's combs. Maybe she prefers horn products? I can ask Mr. Butler to purchase a batch later." Audrey replied with a smile, and then asked in confusion: "Why are you hugging Susie?"
As a qualified personal maid, Anne represents Audrey's face outside, so she must always remain reserved and elegant. She absolutely cannot tolerate things like maid uniforms being stained with golden hair. Under normal circumstances, Anne would not touch or hug Susie.
Anne replied somewhat weakly: "Because Mr. Ricardo wants to kidnap Susie."
"Woof!" The big golden retriever was obviously not very satisfied with the maid's act of informing on him. He broke free from her arms and stuck out his tongue to show that he was devoted to Audrey.
"...You're really becoming more and more like a human." Audrey looked at its obviously flattering smile and couldn't help muttering. Then she leaned towards the door behind Annie and continued to ask, "Mr. Lu Mingfei? Is he here too?"
"Yes. But he's gone now."
"I see."
The compartment returned to silence. Susie seemed to fall into self-doubt after hearing the comment of "becoming more and more like a human". She lay limply on the floor, staring at her own shadow in the sun. Audrey tasted the dessert carefully, and then began to daydream after observing the passers-by for a while. Anne stood silently by the side, and followed her lady's gaze. The shadow of the young viscount had long disappeared on the street.
The young lady seemed to be in a bad mood these past two days. She was always in a daze and even perfunctory when other ladies invited her. Fortunately, it was not very obvious and they did not notice. Today, she chose Zelda Cafe - it was too outrageous to come all the way from Queens to the North Side to drink coffee!
Anne was silent for a moment, then quietly suggested, "Do you need me to go to St. Samuel's Church to invite Mr. Ricardo?"
"Huh? Why?" Audrey asked in confusion, "He seems to be very busy lately."
Mr. A, the Aurora Society, and Archbishop Anthony have also been working on this matter recently. Audrey can see the old man traveling between Queens, North District, and Hillston District almost every day. Add to that the public opinion about the "Dear of the Night" in Backlund and what happened in the Tarot Club... Audrey couldn't help but feel troubled, and she didn't know how to face Lu Mingfei.
He tampered with my memory to protect me. The girl understood this and felt grateful but also a little overwhelmed, not knowing whether she was helping or causing trouble by asking him for help.
The maid didn't know this. She only knew that Viscount Ricardo could make her young lady happy. Even if his nonsense was annoying, it was better than being listless. So she racked her brains to think of a reason: "You and Mr. Ricardo's psychological clinic will soon be renovated."
"So fast?" Audrey calculated the time silently, not noticing the expression of her maid.
"It is expected to be completed in two weeks."
"Okay then." The girl nodded and chuckled, "This is indeed very important. Mr. Lu Mingfei always looks like he is in a very tight financial situation. A more stable source of income might make him feel a little... more relaxed?"
The afternoon sun shone on her body, casting a thick shadow in front of her, which was eventually swallowed up by the tranquility of St. Samuel's Church, and reappeared a few minutes later. Audrey, who learned from Bishop Elektra where Lu Mingfei was going, looked at the end of Pacefield Street, full of doubts:
"Eastern District?"
"Miss, don't even think about it!" Anne couldn't help but shrieked, "I absolutely won't agree to you going to the East District!"Chapter 64 MaskTitle of the Book:Secret: Lu Mingfei doesn't want to be GodAuthor's name: Abandoned.Chapter word count: 2055 wordsUpdate time: 2025-06-18 20:15:56
The noble lady was ultimately unable to defeat the maid's secret skill of "telling the parents". Audrey was helpless even though she was curious about why Lu Mingfei went to the East District. She could only leave a simple letter to inform him of the good news that the psychological clinic was about to be completed and then return to Queens without disturbing the boy and the two maids' afternoon time...
But that doesn't mean others won't come visit -
Next to the villa where the two maids were housed, only the place where Lu Mingfei was active welcomed its original owner. Darkholm, who was carrying a box, knocked on the door slightly and was a little respectful. He pushed the door open carefully after the boy inside replied. If there were not so few people on the street at this time, he would probably be regarded as a burglar, and the box in his hand would be regarded as a stealing tool.
"Mr. Lu Mingfei." The gang leader placed the suitcase on the coffee table, sat opposite with his back straight, opened it and presented it to Lu Mingfei: "What you want."
In fact, it was just a cheap, dark, long double-breasted trench coat. It might be hard to buy it in a clothing store in the East District, but in the Cherwood District, most stores that made clothes of this quality would not last long. The only thing that was difficult to buy was the iron half-face mask in the mezzanine - in Backlund, this thing mostly appeared in masquerade balls.
Lu Mingfei was well aware of the moral character of the nobles and wealthy businessmen, and it was easy for him to imagine a scene called a masquerade that was essentially no different from a random group orgy. However, he could not imagine that these guys had driven up the materials and prices of masks from the North District, Cherwood District, and Queens District to an incredible level!
For Lu Mingfei, who had no income at the moment, it was hard to accept spending more than 50 soli to buy a sex mask made of pure silver. Before today, the only "gangster" he had contacted was Darkholm...
"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Darkholm." Lu Mingfei took out two one-pound notes, along with the formal suit, mask, and labor fee and handed them to the gang leader in front of him. While wondering if he could save more money by going to Kaspers in person, he joked, "It's really a bit difficult for you to do this kind of 'small business'."
"When I first started, I only got 8 pence for supporting someone once." Darkholm shook his head. "I could have a meat lunch, but in order to ensure that I would not starve to death after revenge consumption, I didn't know what meat tasted like for a long time."
So he made money from everything, and never cared about making small amounts of money. It was just that because his territory was close to the Cherwood area, and the "Poor Law" led to an increase in patrols in the area, he was unable to get involved in the drug and prostitution industries. He could only collect protection fees and control some homeless people who were good at petty theft.
Maybe this is a good thing. Darkholm glanced at the boy opposite him, and then thought of the 1.5-meter-tall irritable dwarf. These guys are extremely averse to the above two industries. If he really gets involved in them, he won't encounter the invisible "umbrella" - the nearby gangs all know that Francisco, who had a conflict with Darkholm, died, and died of "incomprehensible means". They have to consider the possibility that someone is backing this third-rate gang leader...
"What a steady rule of survival." Lu Mingfei silently sorted out the information he read from Darkholm's face and said with emotion: "Until you really 'bleed', they will not act rashly."
Darkholm was no longer surprised by this miraculous mind-reading ability, so he continued, "Yes, fighting hard may change your fate, but it's like borrowing money, and one day you have to pay it back with interest."
He likes those brothers who are full of wolf-like temperament. Those guys have strong wolf genes and want to turn into werewolves with a "woop" on the full moon night. However, Dakeholm has seen too many such people die. The ones who can survive in the end are still the shameless, hypocritical, and the ones with knees as soft as plasticine, like him, and most of the gang leaders in the East District...
This is the East District, a place stained with blood every time the setting sun shines. The bright orange-red looks like an endless flower in full bloom against the yellow mist, giving the thugs swinging sticks a layer of golden glow, but what feeds these guys is the blood of more thugs and those who are powerless to resist.
"How annoying." Lu Mingfei lowered his head, the setting sun shining in from the window hitting his eyelashes, preventing the blood from staining the boy's eyes. "You know what? Now you are like the guiding elf in the game who teaches people to move forward and backward, urging me to act quickly after playing the guiding role."
"I..." Darkholm couldn't understand, but it didn't stop him from feeling chilled. Fortunately, the boy's dislike was not directed at him, but at the entire East District, so he tried to calm his heart and whispered, "It's your kindness that's urging me."
"...Nice flattery, boasting about my character in an apologetic tone, but in the end trying to get himself out of the situation in a roundabout way." Lu Mingfei commented: "He must be very popular among the gentlemen of Loen."
"It's just a necessary skill for survival..."
Darkholm actually didn't like getting along with Lu Mingfei at all. After all, no one likes to be peeped into, especially since he had no room to resist. Plus, it was already late, and even he was worried about whether he would run into a desperate lunatic walking alone at night. Those guys were only thinking about grabbing a fortune before they died, having a good time, and then saying goodbye to this shitty world, and they didn't care what kind of revenge they would suffer afterwards...
So the gang leader stood up and said goodbye, saying that if there were any more troubles and needed help, they could come to him.
Lu Mingfei did not stop him, nor did he stand up to see him off, but just stared at the suitcase on the coffee table in a daze. He suddenly remembered that he had not returned the half-high silk hat he borrowed from Darkholme, but he quickly put it behind his mind and went to the nearby Mr. Cooper's shop to pack three dinners to improve the meals of the two maids next door.
"I always feel like you two would kill yourselves if I didn't come." After finishing his meal, Lu Mingfei looked at the girls who refused to eat at the same table with him no matter what. He couldn't help but complain, then stood up and walked around the living room, "Also, where is the gas switch?"
Della, who is always full of energy, immediately stood up and held down her colleague: "I'll do it! I'll do it!"
The girl, who had only seen kerosene lamps and candles before, walked to the window, pulled open the old but carefully cleaned gauze curtain, twisted the mechanical device connected to the gray and white pipes, letting the warm yellow light replace the dim sunset and drive away the darkness that was about to cover the room.
A few days ago, she would count on her fingers how much money it would cost to burn this thing for half a night, but as time went by and Lu Mingfei habitually lingered, the maid had gradually gotten used to turning on the lights at night.Chapter 65 I beg you not to dieTitle of the Book:Secret: Lu Mingfei doesn't want to be GodAuthor's name: Abandoned.Chapter word count: 2051 wordsUpdate time: 2025-06-18 20:16:18
This is considered a bit of progress. Lu Mingfei looked at the lights in the room, which were not connected to the street lights in the Cherwood District not far outside the window. There was a short section of dim crimson sunset in between, just like the living area full of middle-class and some wealthy people finally stepped out into the muddy and chaotic land...
"Your clerical robe has been ironed." Jenny also stood up and cleaned up the mess a few minutes later. "It is hung in the cloakroom on the second floor together with the one designed by Mr. Seides."
"Well, thank you for your hard work."
Lu Mingfei currently has only three sets of clothes to change into - the haute couture suit designed by Mr. Seides, the priest's suit given by Archbishop Anthony, and the casual ready-made clothes matched by Mrs. Valerie. Originally, they were all sorted and cleaned by the special staff arranged by His Excellency the Archbishop, but the two maids felt that the other party had taken their job, so they strongly asked Lu Mingfei to bring the dirty clothes to them.
"Which one do you want to wear today?" Jenny knew that boys didn't like to carry things back home, so they usually changed here and continued wearing them the next day.
"This is what I'm wearing." Lu Mingfei was very satisfied with Mrs. Valerie's outfit. The thin lining and dark gray coat were both cool and dirt-resistant. In addition, he had an "event" tonight, so he had to change anyway. He simply shook his head and said, "I won't change today. You two should go to bed early and remember to lock the door."
"Yes, sir." The two maids followed the boy half a step behind and sent him to the door. They watched him temporarily disappear into the darkness of the East End, and then his slender figure appeared in the street lights of Cherwood. Finally, they closed the door and locked it.
But in fact, Lu Mingfei retreated back to the East District within a few seconds after stepping into the light. He swung the pendant on his wrist, letting the pearl with wide vertical lines across it fall into the center of his palm.
The permanent fear amplification effect of the "Cowardly Warbler" is nearly doubled when used, especially the experience of dying at the hands of the "Fear Bishop" of the "Night" Path, which makes it wander in the darkness constantly, giving the user the feeling of falling from the sky as described in the mythology of his original world. The arrogant angel called "Dawn" fell in the darkness for nine days and nine nights, falling from heaven to hell.
"Huh—" Lu Mingfei took a deep breath and no longer adjusted to the fear as usual. Instead, he activated the "audience" state to regulate his emotions. It took him a few seconds to completely stabilize himself and let the agility of the "assassin" spread throughout his body along with his spirituality. "If it weren't for the fact that Sequence 7 would force him to change his gender, 'assassin' would be a good way to go."
He tiptoed twice and soon got used to the lightness. He disappeared into the night like a black cat. He returned to the deserted villa, put on a dark windbreaker, fastened a half-face mask, and took a cane. After thinking for a while, he still put the hat on his head. It looked far different from Mrs. Valerie's outfit, but Lu Mingfei still grinned at himself in the mirror:
"Peter Parker had to sew his own clothes in the beginning, which was pretty good."
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The East District at night easily reminds people of hell. Although there are different sects and doctrines, there must always be a place to punish sinners. The souls of these evildoers are like ingredients that are fried, roasted, and deep-fried. To the punishers, their wails of pain are no different from the aroma of delicious food, and finally they disappear without a trace in sulfur and fire...
Fletcher was indeed frightened by this doctrine of "evil deeds will be punished" when he was a child, but as he grew older, he found that some correct principles did not need to be strictly followed. Just like when he was a child, his parents always told him not to violate the doctrine, not to lie, and not to hurt others... But when he grew up, these became his means of survival.
"Heh…" Wearing a suit that his parents could never afford, with a gun pocket under his arm that could intimidate others, Fletcher sneered, then curled his lips sadly, "I'm finally rich."
He swept through the streets like a lion patrolling his territory. This was a stinking place that even the patrolmen enforcing the Poor Law were reluctant to set foot in, but it was a paradise for criminals. Those hunched figures with drowsy eyes and like zombies were Fletcher's prey. He only had to pull out a gun, put it to one of them's head, and escort him to the "designated place" to get his reward.
He didn't know who the employer was, and even the person who paid the "salary" was not fixed, and he didn't know what the other party wanted these rubbish for. But it allowed him to buy a suit, replace the fake pistol with a real one, and buy bullets from the other party. The rest had nothing to do with Fletcher.
"It seems like you have your own difficulties..." He deliberately lowered his voice, as if he had throat cancer, and the voice echoed in the darkness. "I just wanted to find some guys who forced women into prostitution, robbed and extorted people to practice with, but how come I ran into elite monsters like armed kidnappers?"
The devil-like mask appeared with the crimson moonlight that broke through the clouds and fog. The golden eyes were like two suns in the dark night, so blazing that people could not help but kneel down. It was as if the messenger from hell was finally no longer satisfied with the souls that had fallen into it after the trial, and wanted to personally arrest those reservists and bring them to justice!
"And your statement reminds me of a joke – 'Brother, our family is rich', which means sweet rewards after suffering or helplessness; 'Brother, our family is rich', which means we have just robbed the birthday gift…" Lu Mingfei looked at the guy who took out a gun from his armpit and made a joke to ease the nervousness when he was upholding justice for the first time.
"You, who are you!" Fletcher pointed his gun at the figure hidden in the darkness. The pressure like the tide made his fingers feel so stiff that he could hardly pull the trigger. He could only sing loudly in his heart the few passionate tunes he still remembered intact, showing a fierce expression:
"Don't come over here!"
"Anyway, he's not Batman." Lu Mingfei was not afraid of the revolver in the opponent's hand. The Word Spirit·Yin Flow had already spread all over his body. These small wind flows were enough to change the opponent's bullets that had been recycled and refilled with gunpowder. Even if he made a mistake, he still had the wand substitute and mirror substitute abilities of "Cowardly Warbler".
All he had to consider was whether to waste a cheap walking stick worth 4 soli or to buy a lady's makeup mirror despite other people's strange looks. What he got was a revolver with full bullets or a few rounds missing for at least 3 pounds.
It's a huge profit!
Is there any better job in the world than being able to do good deeds, satisfy your spiritual pursuits and get paid at the same time?
Lu Mingfei couldn't imagine it for the time being. The corner of his mouth that was not covered by the half-iron mask rose uncontrollably. Then he turned into a shadow and knocked on the back of Fletcher's neck. He said sincerely: "A novice doesn't know the severity of the situation. I beg you not to die."Chapter 66 DocksideTitle of the Book:Secret: Lu Mingfei doesn't want to be GodAuthor's name: Abandoned.Chapter word count: 2020 wordsUpdate time: 2025-06-19 17:36:35
It is said that in the adult world, most problems can be solved with alcohol, and there will be room for negotiation, so there is no need to resort to knife or robbery. But this common sense is obviously not effective in the East District. It is impossible for a guy who can dress up like a decent person here to be ruthless and have blood on his hands.
So, when he saw the same human-looking guy appear in front of him, Fletcher was ready to shoot, but he was met with golden eyes that seemed to stand at the top of the concept of "survival of the fittest".
It was not until the chill of death crept up his spine that Fletcher roared and fired, not at the boy in front of him but randomly shooting around him - he knew that the process of raising the gun and aiming was as slow as an old man crossing the road with crutches, so he could only make up for it with disorder.
At this moment, he was like a hero in a story, because heroes are usually in a weak position, have no plan, and are good at solving problems in unconventional ways; on the contrary, the demon king is stronger, has noble ideals, and is always chattering...
"But unfortunately, you are not a hero, and I am not a demon king. We are just nameless minions who are responsible for making threats before the battle and acting as cannon fodder." Lu Mingfei, who took action first, was not included in the attack range of the random trajectory. His palm hit Fletcher's neck and failed to knock him out, but he made the opponent temporarily lose the ability to move and was pinned to the ground by him.
"I've thought about this before. Everyone wants to live for some noble and great purpose. In the game, if you can't be a hero, you have to be a devil. No one wants to be the kind of NPC who can only walk back and forth in a straight line in front of the blacksmith shop. No matter how many times the player clicks on him, he will only repeat 'the swords here are genuine and honest'..."
"But it turns out that the stories are all lies. You make money by any means necessary, but you still end up lying here. I want to do good things, but I have to wear a mask."
Lu Mingfei took out the revolver with an empty cylinder and inserted it into the gap between his belt and trousers. The heavy metal felt more real than the 3-pound note, but he was not as happy as he had imagined.
The ability of "audience" is very good. It is very suitable for the boy who is intermittently full of confidence and habitually waits for death to burst out like volcanic lava. It can also help him suppress the fear brought by "cowardly prostitute", but it always makes Lu Mingfei see too many things.
For example, the muddled lives of the bad guys in the East District, who get together to steal and cheat to get cheap cigarettes mixed with paper shells, and drink homemade liquor. Even if they have no idea what to do tomorrow, they will climb up the eaves, look at the brightly lit rich area in the distance, and swear to live there one day...
But the rich in their eyes are just the middle class in Cherwood, who may encounter changes at any time and become a member of the East Side. The truly wealthy Queens and Hillston never show them their beauty.
"What the hell do you know!" Fletcher seemed to have misjudged the boy's strength, thinking that the other party could only rely on speed, and that he couldn't knock him out even with all his strength. So he twisted and struggled like a snake, using every muscle to dig at the ground and try to get up, but was ruthlessly pressed back, and said with a grim face:
"They are just a few guys who don't even have the hope of living. They don't want to live, but I want to live!"
Bells rang in the distance. It was unclear whether it was from St. Samuel's Church or Holy Wind Church, but it came from the direction of bright lights. Lu Mingfei turned his head to look in that direction. Even Fletcher had made some space in the mud. His eyes seemed to pass through the dark shadows of the houses that looked like tombstones and saw the banquet hall where jazz was playing and men and women were dancing together.
"Let me go this time and I'll repay you!" Fletcher shouted.
But Lu Mingfei didn't give up his idea. He shook his head and said, "Tell me where you deliver the goods. I can use my connections to send you to the public prison in Cherwood District. You should understand that private prisons are mainly for profit. Once you go in, you are no different from livestock. At least in a public prison, you can have a regular schedule, two meals a day, and use the fruits of your labor to atone for your actions."
Reading minds through micro-expressions still has too many limitations. Lu Mingfei's knowledge of the East District is not detailed enough. Even if he sees something, he cannot be sure due to insufficient information, so he doesn't know the specific delivery location at all.
It would have been great if Xu was here at this time. The "Arbitrator" was already an excellent torturer at Sequence 9, and the "Audience" had to be at least Sequence 8 to delve into the etheric body and other mystical fields to read minds, forcing Lu Mingfei to resort to force.
He gradually pulled the man's arm back with force, causing the dark street to echo with curses filled with foul language, which then escalated into howls like slaughtering pigs, so that the zombie-like homeless people nearby could not help but hunch over and run away, fearing that they would become the next source of gunfire and wailing...
"Look, don't they really want to live?" Lu Mingfei pointed in the direction of the sound and increased his strength. "Everyone is busy, so please explain quickly."
"Dock, dock area!" Fletcher finally couldn't stand it anymore. "Dock area, east of Balam Dock Clock Tower, walk 200 meters west to the river! I always send people there!"
"Thank you for your cooperation."
After several more experiments, Lu Mingfei finally mastered the technique of knocking out an adult male without causing any harm to his life, causing Fletcher to pass out with a look of relief. He then tied him up with the spider silk of the "Cowardly Prostitute" and hung him casually on the eaves of a nearby house, intending to fulfill his promise when he returned from the dock area.
But when he arrived at the destination, he saw an unexpected figure. The man was wearing a double-breasted black clergy robe, and he looked to be just forty years old. He had deep blue eyes and a thin face. He had the aura of being persecuted all over his body, and he started to complain:
"Too slow!"
Bishop Elektra! Lu Mingfei's expression under the mask was slightly horrified. It took him a full second to kick Mr. Bishop off the list of the "kidnapper's" protectors. He touched the iron mask on his face and continued to speak in a low voice, "What do you mean too slow? Who are you?"
"I have been watching you being intimate with the two maids from outside the window." Bishop Elektra sneered, "Sir, are you still going to play dumb with me?"
"You slandered others' innocence out of thin air!" Lu Mingfei expressed his dissatisfaction on the spot and took the initiative: "You followed me!"
"Oh, the guy who keeps a maid in the East District is guilty." Bishop Elektra continued to sneer, took out a sealed bag from his arms, and shook it, saying:
"I'm just delivering a letter for someone else."