Chapter 57 Someone told me to write about daily life in pornographic way (Ch 830192927)

Lucian squatted at the door and saw with his own eyes that the people living next door to him, next door to him, and opposite him were all the same person, so he returned to the room with peace of mind.
The woman sitting behind the counter shook her head slightly: “Innocent child…”
At eleven o’clock in the evening, Lucien heard a sound from the room on his left while half asleep.
At twelve o’clock in the evening, Lucien drowsily heard a sound coming from the room on the right.
At one o’clock in the morning, Lucien heard a sound from the opposite room while he was half conscious.
Just at two o’clock in the morning when Lucien thought everything was over, he heard a noise upstairs.
I can’t stand it anymore!
Lucian sat up suddenly, picked up the revolver beside his pillow, fired at the ceiling, and raised his middle finger:
“Bang, bang, bang—”
“Fuck, why are you still quiet in the middle of the night, you wimp!”
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“Okay, dear, the ceiling repair will be only two hundred dollars.” The woman supported her chin, smiled and stretched out her hand.
Lucien sighed, pulled out two hundred dollars and pushed them in front of her: “Madam.”
“Winifred Lyman.” Winifred raised an eyebrow.
“Ms. Lyman…”
“Call me Winifred,” said Winifred.
“Okay…” Lucien compromised: “Ms. Winifred, please listen to me.”
The skinny middle-aged woman nodded with satisfaction and gestured for her to continue.
“How can I rent, or live in, a house with adequate soundproofing?”
“Perhaps you could sleep in my bed?”
“Actually, I’m not this…”
“Do you think I’m not young enough?”
“No……”
“Why not? I guarantee that my room is absolutely soundproof and you can have a wonderful sleep in my bed.”
Lucien raised his hands in surrender: “Ma’am…” He was interrupted.
“Call me Winifred.”
“…Ms. Winifred, that’s not what I meant.”
Winifred smiled and took out a newspaper, pointing her index finger at the portrait on it: “Mr. Wanted Criminal, you have no choice.”
That was a reward for the murder of the Waynes.
It seems that this future Batman has really good instant memory and language expression. Lucian can even recognize himself by looking at the portrait above.
“This gentleman does look a bit like me, but what are you referring to, ma’am?” Lucien leaned over the counter and tilted his head slightly.
“Call me Winifred.”
“So what are you referring to, Ms. Winifred?”
Winifred ran her index finger across the lines of annotations: “You are nearly two meters tall and weigh less than 170 pounds. You don’t know how conspicuous you are… Oh, and there is also this unique description… Green, like eyes painted on with paint and pupils that don’t dilate.”
She raised her eyes, looked at Lucien, and smiled: “You don’t need to be nervous. One hundred million dollars is not enough to tempt me, and the gratitude of Wayne Manor cannot move me.”
Lucien looked at the woman. Although he was not nervous about it, he still raised his eyebrows: “So what you mean is…”
“I still mean the same thing, Mr. Wanted Criminal, sleep in my room…” Winifred blinked her beautiful blue eyes, reminding Lucien of Julie.
Perhaps if this lady were 20 or 30 years younger she would look similar to Jolie.
Lucien calculated the time. If this lady gave birth to a daughter now, she would be the same age as Julie when she started laughing wildly.
…Also living in Crime Alley, this couldn’t really be Julie’s mother.
Lucian’s expression became a little strange, but Winifred took this strangeness as dissatisfaction. However, she was not angry and smiled:
“Perhaps giving it to an elder for the first time will give you a wonderful first experience… You know, I have a lot of experience.”
Lucian looked at Winifred’s inviting intimacy and smiled: “… Although I really want to spend the night with you, unfortunately, ma’am, I like the same sex.”
Lucien doesn’t like homosexuals, but it doesn’t matter. He can show his different sexual orientations according to the situation. If necessary, he is willing to say that he is Narcissus.
“Oh… you are such a spoilsport.” Winifred’s face turned cold, and she tapped the newspaper on the table with her knuckles, threatening: “What if I say… I must?”
Lucien smiled, his brows relaxed, and he spread his hands, saying docilely and harmlessly: “Of course I will listen to you, Ms. Winifred.”
Winifred resumed her intimacy. She pushed open the closet door, stepped forward, took his arm, and tilted her head slightly: “Let’s go, then.”
Lucien followed her into a room, but raised his hand to stop Winifred when she opened the door.
“What? Do you regret it?” Winifred raised her eyebrows.
“Ms. Winifred.” Lucien smiled. “I am sure that you did not bring me here to take me to bed, and this is not your room.”
Winifred was calm and collected: “What do you mean?”
“Remember the small room where you brought me clothes? There was a bed there… It seemed more suitable for ‘entertaining’ guests at night in terms of location.” Lucian looked at Winifred who wanted to explain something and shook his finger:
“Of course, you may also find that place too small, but it is also possible that you want to lure me here… definitely not to have sex.”
“…The reason is because of your age. I think you are close to fifty now, and it doesn’t matter if you haven’t reached menopause…You are really not at an age where you are interested in sex.”
“Besides, if I’m not mistaken, you also have another profession – a prostitute, right?”
In a streetside inn catering to the poor, an old woman works as the receptionist – she is a cheap prostitute tailor-made for the poor.
Winifred just smiled, the loose skin on her neck wrapped around her sinews, and her blue eyes sparkled beautifully.
“It seems that I guessed right.” Lucien’s eyes moved to the wooden door: “As for what’s behind the door, if it’s not the police… Oh, it definitely won’t be the police. The police won’t let you cooperate like this. I understand Gotham.”
“There’s a gang behind the door. Let me think…if I didn’t accidentally break some taboo in the sewer yesterday, then I must have offended someone in the past three months…”
Lucien put his hand on the doorknob: “But I don’t think so… If so, it would be more beneficial to leak my whereabouts to the police to arrest me.”
He pressed the handle and said to Winifred before pushing the door open: “Thank you, Ms. Winifred, for satisfying my desire to be Sherlock Holmes for once.”
“Beautiful lady, I wish you good health forever.”
Lucian opened the door and saw the scene in the room:
——Someone he didn’t expect.