Mechanical Alchemist

Chapter 54 The Haunted House

When Su Lun came out of "Akun's soup room", it was already in the middle of the night.

On the street, he saw Kai, who was refreshed.

This guy has been missing since entering the door, probably sneaking to another bath to enjoy the fun of bathing. He watched Su Lun come out, started the locomotive, and asked with a smile, "Brother, how is it, isn't the soup room here pretty good?"

Seeing his winking expression, Su Lun also guessed that this guy was not really curious about the honorable service he received, but wanted to ask about the embarrassment he encountered.

After all, the last time he came here, he was almost ashamed of being molested by the group of capable generals. The eyes of those old ladies were too vicious, and their words were wicked, which left him with a psychological shadow.

Guessing what Kai was thinking, Su Lun smiled and said, "Not bad."

As he spoke, an enchanting picture flashed through his mind.

Hmm. That young woman who is addicted to gambling is really in good shape.

Although Qianjoo didn't have any airs on the familiar gang members, and everyone was very talkative when they communicated, but apart from a good gamble, I really didn't hear about the chaotic private life of this big guy.

Su Lun felt that she didn't seem to be interested in men at all.

"Oh~"

Kai thought that Su Lun couldn't talk about his own embarrassing things, and showed a "I understand" smile.

The two rode their motorcycles and returned to Green Street.

It's not too late to go back, Su Lun went to the gambling stall to catch up with the final professional gladiatorial match, and harvested some soul fragments.

The night was not wasted.

Then he went to the "Three Musketeers Tavern", and when he asked, he got a message from the potion stall owner.

"Tomorrow at 12 noon, the warehouse in the backstreet of Ginkgo Avenue."

The address and time of the meeting were left on the note. Su Lun looked at it, and knew what he knew: "I paid the deposit in the afternoon, and we agreed to meet tomorrow morning. It should be really urgent for money."

Looking at Ginkgo Street again, Su Lun also guessed that the mysterious stall owner might be active around here. After all, such secret transactions are generally not conducted in unfamiliar territories. I chose to pay the deposit on Yinxing Street before, but now I choose to meet there again, thinking that the other party is very familiar with the environment there.

Su Lun didn't think much about it. Anyway, it was the territory of the Crusaders, and many small underground forces were more or less connected. That mysterious stall owner might really have something to do with the Cross.

It was already early in the morning after leaving the tavern. Su Lun went to the hotel to meditate and rest to replenish his energy.

But before noon, there was news from the real estate agent that a suitable property had been found.

Big enough, cheap enough, quiet enough

Thinking that it would not affect the transaction at noon, Su Lun simply did not rest any longer, and took the time to go to the intermediary office.

He's had enough of the poor accommodation in cheap hotels.

He wanted to find a suitable place to live, preferably one that was spacious enough to have a shooting range where he could practice marksmanship, alchemy, and make puppets.

Su Lun didn't expect that the place where the real estate agent asked him to meet was also Ginkgo Street.

The places with dense casinos are usually not too remote. Gingko Street, not far from Green Street, belongs to the "middle-class area" of the outer city.

There are relatively complete social supporting resources here, and many out-of-towners with stable jobs live in this block.

"In the past, there was a banker in the inner city who planned to choose the address of the bank, and he planned to build a vault underground. Later, it was because the digging was too deep, probably because the ley lines were dug, and a thick dark spiritual power gushed out. Ordinary people couldn't live there, and the bank plan was put on hold, so the house was vacant."

"I heard that you are going to be an advanced professional, and you are planning to find a place rich in dark aura. I think, there is no better place than my property. The underground vault is spacious enough, and the sound insulation is excellent, and it can even be used for Come to be a shooting range. You practice marksmanship in the middle of the night, and probably no one will complain that you are disturbing the people.”

"Moreover, you can rent a single-family property with a two-story building and a basement for 2,000 lisos. At this price, I dare to say that there is nothing cheaper in the whole old Lington."

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The landlord is Grandet, a middle-aged man with a big belly and a shrewd look.

He followed Su Lun all the way, introducing the house at No. 88 Ginkgo Street.

This is a grayish small western-style building, in a slightly remote corner of the back street, which is inconspicuous. There is simple furniture in the house, the basic decoration is basically completed, the gas and water pipes are also installed in the house, and you can move in by twisting the package.

Su Lun didn't expect such a surprise this time. The previous few times were all unqualified.

The property in front of him was very much in line with his expectations in every respect.

It's quiet enough, especially the solid and empty basement, to make him feel the most satisfied.

The house itself is an ancient building, strong enough that the thick concrete walls of the basement keep the sound of gunfire from emitting.

Here, Su Lun can already imagine that he can build his own workshop in the future, make rune puppets, modify machinery, and use it as a shooting range.

Moreover, the reason why this house is so cheap is because of the thick "dark spiritual power" that penetrates from the bottom.

For ordinary people, this is a lethal "radiation" that is enough to cause distortion.

The dark spiritual power in the old Lingdun city is much weaker than that outside the city, and the practice of the breathing technique of professionals will be much slower accordingly, only about 5 to 1/10 of that outside the city.

But it is not absolute, there are also some local "high distortion areas" in the city, and the dark spiritual power will be much richer.

For example, this small building.

However, ordinary professionals do not like this kind of place, because in a high-distortion environment, human beings may unknowingly be distorted. Environmental factors are one of the most difficult distortion factors to control. The darker spiritual power is richer and more violent, the more difficult it is to control.

But Su Lun doesn't have this concern. He has the eye of omniscience and can clearly see the numerical changes on his own data. Once he finds the spearhead of distortion, he can leave in time.

Moreover, he also needs such a high-density dark spiritual power.

Su Lun is now working as a first-order puppet master, and the upper limit of the rank has been opened. The body needs to absorb more dark spiritual power, laying the foundation for the advanced second-order professional in the future.

Although most of the gang members in the Cross Society never thought that they would be able to advance to the second rank in this life, Su Lun, a traveler, did not just want to satisfy the scenery at the bottom.

So, this small building is very suitable.

Signing contracts, paying rent, and spending thousands of lisos.

Su Lun gets the keys to the house.

The landlord, Grandet, also seemed happy that such a tricky property was finally rented out.

Su Lun's work efficiency has always been very high, and it took less than an hour from viewing the house to signing the contract.

The landlord, Grandet, said that he would arrange for someone to come and clean the house in the two days, and agreed to hand over the house in three days.

Su Lun didn't have any objection either, just in the past two days to prepare for the reception of the "Inner City Trial Group".

When I walked out of the small building, it was less than nine o'clock, and the Ginkgo Street in the morning was already crowded with people.

Su Lun was going to find something for breakfast, so he thought of Bellman Bread at No. 14 Ginkgo Street, which he had paid the deposit.

Because there are many middle-class people living in this street, in addition to the hard brown bread that can be used as a baseball bat, there are some other styles to choose from.

Su Lun picked a few at random, stuffed them in the parchment tape, and prepared to check out.

At this time, two half-sized boys wearing peaked caps and bibs followed behind him, seeming to make some small movements.

In fact, Su Lun found them before entering the door, and knew that these children were the most common thieves in the outer city.

But they didn't come for Su Lun's wallet, but for the bread on the counter.

While Su Lun was picking the checkout, the two boys had quietly walked down two pieces of brown bread, very skilled.

Su Lun didn't see it, but the owner of the bakery seemed to be familiar with the tactics of these repeat offenders.

When the two children first came in, the clerk's eyes became very vigilant. At this time, before they had a chance to slip out, the baker with the golden mustache rushed out with a rolling pin and grabbed the front of one of them.

With this pull, a one-foot-long piece of bread fell to the ground.

"Hey, goddamn bastards, here you go again!"

The baker growled angrily and wrenched the thief up in the air.

The peaked cap fell off, revealing a dirty little face. Looking at the beautiful eyebrows, it turned out to be a "tomboy" with short hair.

Su Lun didn't intend to meddle in his own business, something like this was normal in the outer city.

Most of the children in slums rely on begging and stealing for a living. Beating and starvation are the only way for them to grow up. Whether they can survive in this cruel world depends on their own lives.

The thief was slapped, and his eyes were full of tears, but he didn't cry.

Su Lun felt as if he had seen a kitten living on the street. After thinking about it, he pointed to the brown bread that fell on the ground: "How much are those breads?"

The bearded baker guessed what Su Lun was thinking, and persuaded: "Oh, honorable guest, these thieves are not worthy of your sympathy. There is no need to spend money on them."

After a pause, he looked like he was going to beat the thief, and said viciously: "If you don't teach these guys a hard lesson, they will come tomorrow!"

Without further ado, Su Lun handed out a note: "Here's fifty rips, which should be enough to buy these breads."

With no expression on his face, he paid the money, turned and left the bakery.

(End of this chapter)