Chapter 67 Don Quixote and the EmperorTitle of the Book:Secret: Lu Mingfei doesn't want to be GodAuthor's name: Abandoned.Chapter word count: 2042 wordsUpdate time: 2025-06-19 17:36:52
Archbishop Anthony was busy all day, and the night watchmen of the entire Backlund Diocese were all in a hurry. However, Bishop Elektra, who had just gotten married, was transferred from the front line, and would serve as the library manager for a long time in the future, was very idle. Otherwise, she would not have had the time to take over the Archbishop's task of taking care of Lu Mingfei.
"This guy starts to get sick once he's idle." Bishop Elektra threw the sealed bag to Lu Mingfei and said to himself, "I must be out of my mind to want to tell you the good news from Miss Audrey as soon as possible, to watch you play the masked hero, and to check out the places in advance for you who are so slow…"
I'm already fast. Lu Mingfei took the sealed bag steadily. The letter inside was not wrinkled at all, so he also carefully put it into his coat pocket and looked around:
"So, you caught him?"
"No." Bishop Elektra spread her hands and pointed to a makeshift shed by the river. "You made too much noise in the East District, and the interrogation took too long. When I arrived, there was nothing left. I only caught a guy who came to deliver someone, and I tied him up over there."
"Has it been tried?"
"I went into his dream and found no useful information. He was just like the guy you met. He was only responsible for sending people and taking money, and didn't care about anything else."
"Tsk..." Lu Mingfei was shocked. "It will be difficult to catch the mastermind after that. They will probably stay quiet for a while."
Bishop Elektra disagreed. "Not necessarily. There are many people in the East District who want to be heroes, including Miss Dilcha, whom you know. These organized kidnappers are both cautious and arrogant, and no one can figure out their intentions..."
"Compared to this, I'm actually more curious about what you want to do, Your Excellency the Favored One?" He took two steps forward, pinched his chin and circled around the boy. "Facts have proven that the East District is not so easy to change. One or two 'heroes' may be able to temporarily maintain order in an area, but it is difficult to last long. The church has also tried to change the East District, but as long as the Kingdom of Loen continues to send 'fresh blood' here, this place will not disappear."
Lu Mingfei actually understood what Bishop Elektra said. A prosperous city always needs light, and everyone is a consumable material for the city. But after going through compulsory education, he still couldn't bear to see the lives of the people in the East District, and wanted to do something within his ability...
He was a little sad, and lowered his head and said, "Just think that I was inspired by reading a hero or knight novel - I think I am Don Quixote who is full of fantasy and drive. Although I don't have armor, a broken spear, a servant named Sancho, and an old horse named Rocinante, I am just as stupid as him."
"Emperor Roselle's book?" Bishop Elektra's focus was a little off.
"Have you seen it?" Lu Mingfei also changed the subject.
"No." The Bishop shook his head. "Anyway, whatever you say that you can't understand can be pinned on Emperor Roselle."
"…Emperor Roselle is a respectable man." The boy had a complicated expression. He felt that if he was a program, the underlying logic would have been figured out by others. He could only grin and laugh dryly: "Okay, then just assume he wrote it."
"I've never really liked chivalric novels, so it's normal that I haven't read any." Elektra said, "But you can find Miss Audrey. She's well-read, and when she asked you what you were doing in the East End, her eyes were filled with curiosity. It just so happens that Susie is not small in size, so she can barely ride... This way, we have both servants and an old horse."
"If Count Hall hears this, you and I will become human stakes under the dock..."
"So I can only tell you that it is you who should do this."
"Don't talk nonsense, I dare not!"
Lu Mingfei shook his head like a rattle, but his mood improved a lot. Although the bishop in front of him was a lolita control who did not break the law and liked to tell tales, he was indeed a good supporting actor. In Lu Mingfei's previous world, he would probably have left a name in the crosstalk world, and his voice would have appeared at the bedside of countless people who had not slept all night.
"Then you better be careful and don't let Miss Audrey find out." Bishop Elektra naggingly said, "I'm good at judging people. That kid is kind and stubborn. If she knows what you're doing, she will definitely get involved. You want to send the two maids here to work in a psychological clinic? That's not a problem, just remember to keep their mouths shut. Then sell the two houses in the East District and buy them back with other identities... In the chaotic East District, this is enough to conceal most investigations."
"Bishop Elektra, you are so skilled." Lu Mingfei sighed sincerely. He felt that after the hot-tempered prodigal Archbishop Anthony, the bishop in front of him was not a serious person either. The Church of Night would be finished sooner or later.
"Do you think it's easy to marry a wife who is almost 20 years younger than you?!" The Bishop said with no shame, even proudly, "Apart from dealing with girls, you have to understand the secular rules and regulations thoroughly. You won't understand them if you haven't stepped onto the adult stage yet."
"…Apart from beast and scum, do you want any other adjectives?"
"Shauna and I are true love!"
"I believe it for now." Lu Mingfei said perfunctorily, "After all, even if a man is eighty years old, he still likes eighteen-year-olds."
"I still like Xiaona even if she's eighty years old." Bishop Elektra said indignantly, then sighed, waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about this, not even the Archbishop."
Everyone has a time when they are young and full of passion, just like the blooming fireworks, they dare to turn themselves into a meteor flying backwards, into the seeds of flowers, blooming in an instant but leaving a charming night sky in the hearts of others. So Bishop Elektra likes young people, not out of sexual love, but because she is attracted by this pure and moving light.
"You are amazing." He spoke sincerely, "Mr. Don Quixote - you have to have a resounding name to hang out in the East End, just like your friend, Miss Arbitrator Dilcher, who has already completed the role without realizing it."
"'Don Quixote'?" Lu Mingfei pondered for a moment and smiled: "It's a good 'middle name'."
Although he was a shocking idiot, he was also a great enough hero. There was nothing wrong with being an idiot. Didn't he also have a fake evil god friend who used "The Fool" as his code name?
By the way, he also has a friend named "Justice".
Since the king has ignored this land, let the "emperor" give it a try, the boy said to himself.Chapter 68 SacrificeTitle of the Book:Secret: Lu Mingfei doesn't want to be GodAuthor's name: Abandoned.Chapter word count: 2057 wordsUpdate time: 2025-06-20 18:40:33
The clues of the kidnappers were temporarily cut off, and they had a long talk with the talkative bishop. Tonight's schedule naturally came to an end. Bishop Elektra showed the excellent spirit of "the more capable the more work", and took the initiative to send the two kidnappers to the police station. Lu Mingfei followed the river beach and planned to go to the "Brave Bar" in the bridge area to check the place and sell the revolvers he got tonight.
Excluding the extraordinary characteristics of Francisco who was trampled to death by the witch, and the benefits that Darkholm gave to Lu Mingfei after accepting the other party's territory, this was the first time he earned income by relying on his own "skills".
It is said that financial freedom is the foundation for a boy to stand up straight, and the first pot of gold is a treasure that they will never be willing to throw away in their lifetime. So the boy walking by the river couldn't help but feel cheerful, but he fell silent when he looked at the Tussock River with crimson moonlight...
"We still haven't found the mastermind behind this." Lu Mingfei kicked the stones, then bent down to pick up a handful of gravel and threw them into the river as he walked, making a series of "gulps" that were not noticeable amid the sounds of factories operating and ships sailing. Just like in Backlund, a prosperous economic arena, no one would care about the hoarse shouts that had existed in the noisy background.
It would be great if a charlatan holding the "iron mouth and straight prediction" chess piece appeared at this time. Even if he knew that the other party was a liar, Lu Mingfei would take out a few pennies to the other party and ask the master to think carefully before speaking nonsense for the sake of justice and fairness...
Wait, a charlatan?
Lu Mingfei suddenly had an idea and scattered the stones in his hand all over the ground. His movements were between a rabbit preparing to forage for food and a thief about to steal. He looked around vigilantly, and after making sure that no one was around, he took four steps in the opposite direction, chanted a spell in Chinese, and finally said in a low voice:
"Fool!"
The door to the gray fog space opened to him. The former "dormitory head" returned to the derivative area of his dormitory. Even though it was not the time for the Tarot Club, there were still twenty-two high-backed chairs and a dome like a giant's palace. The deep red stars behind the hazy gray fog flickered, as if welcoming the return of the master and expressing the flattering meaning of submission.
This was certainly not a welcome to Lu Mingfei, but to Mr. Fool who was also dragged up!
"…"
Klein, who was still fast asleep a few seconds ago, held his head in his hands. He received combat training in the afternoon and attended his own team welcome party in the evening. Both his physical body and his spirit were on the verge of limit. When he passed through the gray fog, the muttering of "Honakis...Fregela..." made his nerves ache. He couldn't help but breathe deeply like a poor guy who was about to drown, and his eyes were filled with horror like the aftermath of a nightmare.
"...You can't smoke this stuff like a cigarette." Lu Mingfei wanted to greet him, but the guy sitting in the first seat kept puffing out smoke, and his expression was scarier than that of a drug addict. He spoke without thinking, and after a two-second pause, he poked his head on the table and said, "Good evening, Klein."
"…" Klein didn't even blink, staring at the boy below him in a daze. The haziness in his eyes gradually dissipated, and his breathing gradually became steady, but his voice was filled with the madness of a mental patient: "What time is it now?"
"Around one in the morning?" Lu Mingfei's pocket watch could not show the gray fog, but he remembered the bell he heard before, which was the symbol of midnight. Adding the time wasted afterwards, he roughly came up with the answer, "It's not even two o'clock yet."
"Oh." Klein raised his middle finger and said, still drunk, "Can I kill you?"
Lu Mingfei knew that waking others up in the middle of the night was immoral, but he couldn't help but act funny, pinching his orchid fingers and saying coquettishly: "No~"
In one sentence, Mr. Fool and Mr. Emperor themselves were disgusted. The former used his palm as a wake-up call and slapped the table. Finally, he couldn't help but stand up and walked away from Lu Mingfei. He ran around the long table three times like throwing a handkerchief before he collapsed back to his seat and said helplessly:
"I hope you're not calling me to sleep today..."
"I dare not, I dare not." Lu Mingfei felt guilty, and he also needed help, so he immediately patted his chest to show that he was not such a naive guy, and he would not disturb the other person's rest unless necessary, and then he flattered him again:
"Although I miss the elegant and mysterious Mr. Fool, I do have a request for you today. Elder Zhou, please use your magical powers to help me figure out who is behind the kidnapping in the East District of Backlund."
He roughly described what he had seen and heard tonight, and denounced the King of Loen for being unworthy of being a monarch. He used nonsense and a running story to describe the bloody and tearful living conditions in the slums. Finally, he said that the aspiring young people of the new era who had undergone nine years of compulsory education could not bear to see this.
Klein was overwhelmed by what he heard. He was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses: "No need to describe my family's previous living environment in such detail..."
For a long time after his brother Benson grew up to be the family's mainstay, college student Klein was the "parasite" of the family. His father's pension was only enough to pay for the tuition of a private grammar school, and the subsequent tuition of Hoy University still made the Moretti family live on the edge of food and clothing. Although it is only a scattered memory, Klein still feels deeply:
"I really want to help you and the people of Backlund East District... But, divination also has to follow the basic laws. The two kidnappers have been sent to prison. Did you keep their personal belongings?"
"Does a 99% new pistol count?"
"I don't know either, I can try."
"Then take action!" Lu Mingfei was full of enthusiasm. He jumped off the chair and walked in front of Klein, patting his spirit: "Run like a horse!"
"I'll fly to Backlund overnight." Klein complained with his eyes half-closed at first, but when he saw the boy who looked so lively, he couldn't help but feel happy for him for a few seconds. Compared to the melancholy and sad rootless duckweed, people with dreams and justice always shine brighter, so he really considered the possibility of going to Backlund himself:
"Ms. Daly has received a transfer order from Backlund and has not yet left, but what reason can I use to send her off or follow her?"
"Ms. Daly?" Lu Mingfei asked curiously.
"She's a Sequence 7 Psychic. You should be able to meet her soon." Klein said with some distress. "It has little to do with your request... How about you come to Tingen?"
"The 'smell' from the pistol has almost dissipated, right?" Lu Mingfei also tapped his head, and then another idea came to him: "You said that Mr. Fool can even receive prayers, so what about sacrifices?"
"Huh? You can do it?" Klein's eyes widened. "That's an advanced ritual. I haven't learned that part yet."
"I learned it. Wait!" Lu Mingfei decisively simulated the feeling of falling and broke away from the gray fog space.Chapter 69: Neither yellow nor black, nor unluckyTitle of the Book:Secret: Lu Mingfei doesn't want to be GodAuthor's name: Abandoned.Chapter word count: 2036 wordsUpdate time: 2025-06-20 18:21:11
The sacrificial ritual was something that ordinary night watchmen could not touch, but it was something that Lu Mingfei could read at will. Archbishop Anthony taught the boy everything at once, thinking, "Since I've already taught you prayers, I should also teach you sacrifices, so that Lu Mingfei wouldn't just write a blank check to the goddess." He only emphasized that it could not be used on beings other than the goddess...
"I'm sorry, my 'first time' is for Mr. Fool." Lu Mingfei murmured to himself, and found a relatively flat stone nearby to use as an altar. He took out a silver knife to build a spiritual wall, and injected some spirituality into the mess, barely acting as spiritual material. He drew the "eye without pupils" and "twisted lines" behind the other party's high-back chair as symbols, and muttered:
"And my goddess, you don't think this simple thing is worth it, right? I'll give you something better next time."
He switched to the ancient Hermetic language, clasped his hands together, chanted the honorific name of Mr. Fool, and prayed: "Your faithful servant prays for your attention; prays for you to accept his offering; prays for you to open the gate of your kingdom."
The ancient spell echoed within the spiritual wall, stirring up swirling gale winds and bringing about shocks of natural forces, ultimately forming a door of wind and light that opened after a brief delay, revealing deep darkness and an indescribable, nearly invisible shadow behind it, as well as rays of bright light containing vast knowledge and a magnificent hall overlooking reality!
"It's done!" Lu Mingfei happily handed the spoils to the door, and the invisible suction swallowed the revolver. He didn't even wait for the door to completely close, and walked back four steps again, chanting the spell and ending with "Fool", returning to the space above the gray fog, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in his temple, and complained to Klein who was closing the door while holding his forehead:
"Why should I give this spiritual power? Shouldn't it be paid upon delivery?"
If it were someone else, they would provide the spiritual materials and I would pay for another one, but you seem different... Klein moved his fingers slightly and continued to close the door. The previous feeling of spiritual consumption disappeared without a trace. Combined with the feeling from the last Tarot meeting, he guessed:
"Perhaps you will bear some of my spiritual consumption while you are here?"
"Then I'm working for you for nothing." Lu Mingfei tried to control the gray fog here, but it was clearly directed at Klein. So he grinned and said, "I only have the right to enter and exit. The right to control requires your consent."
"I'll be working for you for nothing soon." Klein comforted him casually, completely closing the door formed by the sacrificial ritual and placing the revolver on the table. "Using a pistol to divine the owner's employer is an indirect method. I don't know if it will work."
"It's free to try." Lu Mingfei no longer paid attention to the spiritual consumption, but instead encouraged: "How about writing this sentence into your "Fool's Bible" in the future - trust the fool, it doesn't cost money. How about it?"
Klein frowned. "I can be stingy, but The Fool can't. Go away and don't disturb me while I'm working…"
Lu Mingfei, who had just approached, was waved away like a fly. Mr. Fool, who was sitting in the upper seat, wrote down "Information about the mastermind" on the paper made of gray fog, then leaned back holding the revolver and the paper, sketching a ball of light in his mind. His eyes turned dark and he quickly entered a state of meditation.
Lu Mingfei had learned about the "dream divination method" and knew that it was a technique for letting the spirit body wander in the spirit world and gain enlightenment, but the "audience" method really had no bonus in divination, and was far inferior to the "diviner" doing it himself. So he even became careful with his breathing, lest the other party open his eyes to show his presence and keep him awake.
Klein shouldn't be the type who can't pee when someone is standing behind him... Lu Mingfei's mind was racing. After a few seconds, he saw the other person open his eyes. He immediately took a few steps back to keep a safe distance. He spoke without thinking: "You really can't pee?"
"?"
"...fine."
"I don't want to know what you just said." Klein said weakly, "The divination results are out. Unfortunately, I missed the best time to seek medical treatment. Ahem... the divination time is all Lu Mingfei's flavor."
"You want to fight me to the death, don't you?!" The boy bared his teeth, "What do you mean by 'Lu Ming Fei Wei'?"
"I only saw gold pounds of different denominations—1 pound for William Augustus VI, 5 pounds for Henry Augustus I, and 10 pounds for William Augustus I..." Klein spread his hands. "A poor kidnapper can't get access to so many gold pounds. You are the richest guy I know."
"Audrey is much richer than me." Lu Mingfei muttered quietly, "In front of her, you and I are both poor."
One is a hollow viscount who has no fixed income for the time being but has some assets; the other is a night watchman who has officially joined the company but has not saved any money yet. Although they are both heroes, they are also troubled by every penny and finally look at each other in silence.
The gray fog surged silently, and the crimson stars quietly watched the two young men. Lu Mingfei felt a little regretful because the clue was broken, but Klein could no longer hold on. He waved his hand and said:
"Next time you catch a kidnapper, ask me for divination, or wait for me to go to Backlund to act with you. But it's a bit difficult to get to know a 'viscount' in the real world... Maybe you can get to know Ms. Daly after she arrives, and then ask her to introduce the Nighthawks of Tingen?"
Lu Mingfei had a good idea: "My psychological clinic is about to open. I have already announced it in the Backlund Daily in advance. You can write to me then. The identities of 'patient' and 'doctor' are good..."
"...I think I'm more like a 'doctor', and you're more suitable to be a 'patient'." Klein said helplessly, "Okay, I'll write you a letter."
"Good night then, useless Mr. Fool."
"Good night, damned Viscount Ricardo."
The two of them gave each other a middle finger, which was supposed to simulate the feeling of falling, but Klein couldn't wait any longer and suddenly waved his hand. The high-back chair made of gray fog instantly dissipated at the command of its owner, artificially creating a feeling of falling for Lu Mingfei, causing him to disappear in this space.
"Fuck you, Klein!" The stagger of the spirit even affected the physical body. Lu Mingfei almost fell to the ground. He felt unhappy no matter how he thought about it, so he raised his middle finger in all directions and said with gritted teeth:
"Neither yellow nor black, nor unlucky, just a fucking fool!"
etc!
And his £3 pistol!Chapter 70 AfternoonTitle of the Book:Secret: Lu Mingfei doesn't want to be GodAuthor's name: Abandoned.Chapter word count: 2034 wordsUpdate time: 2025-06-22 16:45:34
There was a lot of fog on the banks of the Tussock River. The industrial exhaust mixed with water vapor seemed to penetrate into people's bones. Lu Mingfei, who had lost his "first pot of gold" before it even warmed up, had a complicated expression. He stood there in a daze for a long time, then walked across the dock area in the fog, returned to the villa in the East District to change clothes, and returned to St. Samuel's Church in the hazy early morning. After a few hours of light sleep, he struggled to get up.
"A fool who does not belong to this era…" The boy who had just woken up immediately clasped his hands together and dialed Mr. Fool's internal call channel with hypocrisy. His words were sincere and humble, just like the commander of the 358th Regiment of the Shanxi Suiyuan Army asking for the equipment of that battalion from the commander next door, Li.
Lu Mingfei thought that he would not get a response until lunch break. If the night watchman was busy, he might not get a response until the evening. But before he left the room, a hazy gray fog appeared in front of him. Klein, who was visiting Hoy University, borrowed the bathroom and said that he did not know what a revolver was, and advised him not to waste money on setting up the bestowal ceremony...
I will go to Tingen to get it back myself some other day. The boy left the bedroom with gritted teeth, went to the church restaurant to get two pieces of bread, and had breakfast and lunch together, then he went straight into the archives to continue studying. Thanks to the development of mental power by the "audience" sequence, his learning of ancient Hermetic language was progressing very quickly, and he would be able to finish it in about two days.
This strong positive feedback made Lu Mingfei extremely satisfied. He didn't even bother chatting with the unfamiliar priest on duty until the clock struck twelve at noon and the priest stood up to eat. Then he realized:
"Is Bishop Elektra taking today off?"
The priest stopped and turned back to greet the goddess's followers, then explained, "No, Bishop Elektra was ordered to pick someone up - a new colleague was transferred from Enmat Port to the Backlund Diocese."
Enmat Harbor? It's far from Tingen, but it's also a neighboring diocese. As long as you submit an application via telegram, you can realize the short-term secondment of the Night Watchman. I guess that's how Klein met Ms. Daly. Lu Mingfei recalled the conversation last night and basically determined who Bishop Elektra would welcome. So he stopped taking up the precious lunch break time of the priest on duty and nodded to wish him a pleasant meal.
"Oh, right." But the other party did not leave immediately. Instead, he continued, "Because you were so focused on studying before, I didn't find a chance to speak. Bishop Elektra asked me to tell you, 'Please come back early tonight, preferably before seven o'clock.'"
"Okay, thank you."
After watching the priest on duty leave, Lu Mingfei no longer had the idea of continuing to study. The two pieces of bread he had eaten before also made him have no interest in lunch. He simply sorted out the materials, put them back in place, and headed to the East District.
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The townhouse shared by Forsythe and Hugh in Cherwood.
"Backlund's weather is getting worse and worse." The lazy writer who had hardly touched a pen since the completion of Stormy Mountain put down today's Backlund Daily, and lay on his back on the sofa, scratching his soft belly through the fabric, muttering, "The number of days of smog has increased from about 60 days 30 years ago to about 75 days now... Even non-industrial areas like this cannot escape environmental pollution."
They kept the doors and windows closed, as if this would keep out the unpleasant smell of industrial waste gas, but judging by the dust particles on the mop, this didn't have much effect. So Fors slowly got up, took out a bottle of perfume from the cabinet, and followed her friend around, spraying it everywhere, making her sneeze.
"What are you doing?!" Xio stopped cleaning, raised her eyebrows and said, "I have work to do this afternoon, can you please stop causing more trouble?"
"I'm trying to save my nose!" Fors said confidently, "The rich scent of flowers is always better than the smell of burning low-quality coal...Xiu, you're also a girl, why aren't you used to the smell of perfume?"
She smiled strangely and approached the short girl, spraying her in a wasteful manner. It didn't look like she was dressing someone up, but rather like she was applying marinade to a piece of beef. The dense doors and windows didn't block the fine smoke and dust, but they were enough to prevent the two girls' voices from being heard, so Fors and Xio were particularly unrestrained. The former laughed more wildly than the villain in her book, while the latter ran away screaming, and finally couldn't bear it anymore and used violence to press the salted fish writer on the sofa.
"It hurts, it hurts… My arm, my arm is going to break!" Fors moved her fingers, tickling the abuser's arm to show her surrender. "I won't dare to do that next time!"
"There will be a next time?!"
"No more! No more! Let go!"
"Hehe~" Xio forced out a few pleasant laughs from her nose, and couldn't help sneezing a few times, then she let go of the other's limp arm and complained, "That's not how you use perfume..."
"I know~" Fors rubbed her wrist and said, "I'm not going out to see anyone. How long has it been since I left the house? It's just sitting there anyway."
You know you haven't left the house for a long time! Xio was almost laughing with anger, and reached out to pinch Fors's face. Her skin, which was originally very fair because of her race, turned almost pale after being away from the sun for a long time.
Fortunately, she had adequate nutrition and good sleep quality during this period. Compared with the period when she was rushing to finish the manuscript overnight, her complexion was a little more rosy, and the light dark circles under her eyes had long gone away. When she went out, she was no longer mistaken for a vampire in a serialized novel. When she occasionally appeared in the sunlight, she even looked particularly translucent and moist...
"If I can't make it in Backlund, I can go back to my hometown and raise pigs and be a good farmer." Xio said, "At least I can raise you well."
Fors' eyes widened, and she staggered back, holding her chest in disbelief. "You... you are so cruel that I feel unfamiliar with you."
"Then don't just lie at home and gain weight." Xio sighed, holding his forehead.
"Nonsense, I'm not fat at all!" Fors argued with her neck stiff, then lowered her head and said, "Besides, I don't have anyone I need to visit. The editor has already sent a gift... If there is no new book, I dare not go again."
"... Being your editor is also very hard." The famous "Arbitrator" lady in the East District was also quite powerless. Suddenly she caught a glimpse of a familiar name in the newspaper and leaned over to read it. "'Backlund's Most Dazzling Gem' and 'The Gorgeous Ascetic Viscount'? Are we going to stage a real-life version of 'The Return of the Count' in Backlund? Is the transformation of Montgomery Manor in the North District about to be completed?"
She always liked to talk to herself while reading: "Is this talking about Mr. Ricardo? The newspaper headlines are getting more and more exaggerated. I saw him a few days ago. It seems that he bought a house in the East District."