Camus finally managed to steady his body, and when the building stabilized, he quickly rushed to the broken window and looked outside.

He saw that the "sky" was so gray that it was so close that he could touch it if he jumped up.

"The sky" is really falling... Camus had such an idea inexplicably.

…………

Brio Hotel, in the suite on the second floor.

Lumian grabbed the letter paper and pen and looked at the smoke and dust rising outside in amusement, feeling the "thump" coming from not far away.

"It's really straightforward..." he sighed sincerely.

A meteorite fell from the sky!

Judging from the current situation, most of the dead people should have been eliminated in this "disaster".

Lumian turned sideways and looked at the door that had opened due to the shaking of the building, and saw that Ludwig was still eating attentively.

Nothing in the pile of food fell to the floor.

After letting Lugano go out to rescue the injured, Lumian returned to the room and continued writing letters.

When it was completed, he immediately arranged the ceremony and summoned the "doll" messenger.

The "doll" messenger just stepped out of the expanding candlelight and suddenly shrank.

She slowly looked to the left, and then looked to the right astutely. After confirming that there was no problem, she stood on tiptoes and walked carefully to the front of Lumian's letter.

Lumian had never seen the "doll" messenger behave like this. He watched with confusion and amusement as she picked up the folded square letter like a thief, waved to himself, and quickly retracted the candlelight.

Inside.

Lumian laughed, shook his head, and stopped thinking about the performance of the "doll" messenger.

At least it seemed harmless, and he had several things to do.

Lumian walked out of the bedroom, entered the corridor, went to the first floor, grabbed the hotel owner who came out to inspect the situation after waking up, and asked directly:

"Which room will the lady and her companion who just arrived tonight stay in?"
Chapter completed!