Edge of the Apocalypse Chapter 157: Dinner banquet

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"Yes, my lord."

"Then the suicide note left by him is definitely written by himself?" Windsor Bello asked.

"The handwriting has been verified by experts, and it was indeed written by Guman."

Windsor Bello nodded and said: "Understood, is there anything else to add?"

"It’s very strange that on the day the prosecutor committed suicide, the maid in his family also committed suicide. It was discovered by the hostess Martha in the closet. According to Martha, there might be still in their house at the time. Others. Because she was locked in the room with the corpse in the middle of the night, which made her mentally tortured."

"I see, if you find anything, let me know." Windsor Bello cut off the communication.

Nonuo got her little head out of the sofa at this time.

Windsor Bello jumped off the sofa and walked to the second-floor attic: "Let Mirren come to see me, hey, someone wants to start a war with the old party."

Nono was shocked, and hurriedly contacted Windsor Bello's lieutenant.

Twenty minutes later, Mirren, who came to the apartment to report, saw Windsor Bello who had returned to his military uniform. Mirren saluted and said directly: "As for the suicide of the prosecutor Guman, I have asked the Red Wolf for detailed information."

"What do you think." Windsor Bello pushed himself into the sofa, crossing his legs.

Millen said in a solemn voice: "I have already considered it on the way here. There are indeed many doubts about this matter. The first is the relationship between Guman and Saint Disarmament. With the power of a district prosecutor and Wealth, I think, is not enough to support an armed bandit. If Guman is the middleman, I still believe it."

Windsor Bello nodded and said: "What about the second point?"

"Guman didn't commit suicide, but was murdered." Mirren's eyes flashed Zhiguang and said: "The prosecutor and his maid committed suicide together, and the hostess Martha must have other people in the house that night. Obviously Someone killed the maid and replaced it. The purpose was to get close to Guman. As for Guman’s suicide note, yes, it was verified that he wrote it by himself. But there are many methods or abilities that allow him to write it by himself. Download this letter."

"The most important point is that this suicide note itself has many doubts. One of them is where Guman got the Marshal's information. The source of his information may be the cause of his death."

Windsor Bello said happily: "Similar to what I thought. I have to say that this guy is indeed beautifully arranged. Guman committed suicide. The suicide note stated that the disarmament of the Holy Spirit was destroyed because of my relationship. Then, Guman's head The people in you will definitely hold a grudge against me, so the hatred is directed to us. This guy deliberately wants to start a war between us and the old party."

"However, the method is too naive." Windsor Bello shook his head and said: "It looks like a freshman who just made his debut. It's such a trick. There will be no movement on the old party side. But I still There is no such virtue that makes people provocative and does not fight back, Mirren, you go check Guman's intelligence source. Let the Red Wolf dig hard for me, I want to see which rat is playing this trick with me."

"Yes, my lord." Mirren got up and leaned forward.

Windsor Bello also jumped up from the sofa: "Let's go together, I have an appointment with Old Horn."

"The Patriarch of Bethcade?" Mirren raised his brows: "For your students?"

"Well, since I promised my teacher, I have to show it. Besides, the gift Horn prepared me is really...hehehehe, I'm so sorry, I'm gaffe."

Looking at Windsor Bello's unconcealed smile, Mirren shook his head. Horne must have done what he wanted, and he was generous in his shots, which made his grown-ups happy. Considering the personality of Windsor Bellow that regards money as his life, Mirren wanted Horn to give her a ton of gold directly. Those shiny metals can move Windsor Bello more than simple currency numbers.

At some point, this woman has the characteristics of a dragon.

Arthur's eyes were also illuminated by countless bright and shards of light.

Of course, it was not gold that illuminates his eyes, but the light refracted by the snow all over the floor. He is earnestly building a snowman, which is one of his favorite things to do as a child. Of course, the snowman Arthur made is certainly not that simple. Some other gadgets are often added to it, things that are enough to make his brothers and sisters frightened and angry.

Now, the snowman is only a snowman, and Arthur will no longer add anything to it. The little prank has now turned into something else.

"Master, are you looking for me?"

The voice of a girl rang behind him, and Arthur inserted a branch into the snowman, clapped his hands and stood up. Turning to look at the millet-haired girl, Arthur smiled softly.

Seeing his smile, Nana shuddered. Not because of the cold weather, but because of Arthur's smile. Anyone who knows him knows that the softer Arthur smiles, the more angry he is in his heart.

She didn't know where she upset Arthur.

"Dear Nana, come here." Arthur beckoned, his voice soft.

Nana restrained her urge to turn around, rubbing the corners of her clothes with both hands, and walked over with her head down. Arthur reached out and swept her bangs lightly, and his fingers slid on her smooth cheeks: "Maybe I didn't say clearly before, otherwise, how could you let Guman leave something stupid like a suicide note? Especially if there is something inside. Mentioned our respected Marshal Windsor Bello, ha ha, this is not a suicide note. It is a war note that provoked disputes between the old and new parties."

Arthur's fingertips were cold, causing Nana to get goosebumps. Especially when it falls to the neck fossa, it has not been recovered yet. Instead, he picked up one area and flicked the buttons of the inner lining. A cold wind immediately rolled into the clothes along the neckline, and Nana shuddered even more.

"The young master said that the conflict between the old and the new party is good for us?" Nana smiled reluctantly, "So I think, maybe I can use Guman to make some articles."

"So I blamed you?" Arthur continued to lower his hand, under his seemingly gentle finger. The shirt, buttons, and sweater of the outer cover seemed to be torn apart by a pair of invisible scissors, exposing Nana's smooth skin to the cold air little by little.

"You know? Nana, you shouldn’t do that. The new party and the old party are like a chess game. Unfortunately, this chess game is very big. So big that we can’t even intervene with our strength now. It is also very reluctant at the edge of the chess game. But you can see, you actually tried to directly insert your hand into the core of the chess game. You stretched your hand too long, and be careful not to get it back." Arthur smiled more and more gently: "Look at you again. All these things done by the Guman family, you actually left his wife Martha. Nana, you've always been too kind. And kindness is exactly what people like us cannot want."

Sweeping her hand down, with a clatter, several pieces of clothes inside and outside of Nana's body were torn apart. When the wind blows, most of his upper body is exposed in the cold air. She bit her lip tightly, forced herself not to cover her clothes, and let the cold wind blow on the sensitive areas of her body.

"Master, I know I was wrong."

"It’s good to know. I thought you were reassuring to do things, but now I have to deal with the aftermath." Arthur shook his head and said, "Remember, this is my last chance for you. We don’t need it. Be kind, but you also have to know how to restrain yourself. You can’t restrain your fate, I think you can see it by looking at Kodov."

Nana was still standing in the snow until Arthur left. She wasn't sure that Arthur's punishment was over until someone sent a coat to cover her.

Two days later, Mirren found a woman's body in a dilapidated house on Black Street.

After receiving the order, the Red Wolf quickly found out that the source of Guman's news came from the Black Street. After that, an intelligence dealer confessed to one of his clients, no matter how long-sighted, the people on the black street were not willing to offend a behemoth like the Sirius Legion. When the woman named "Stilena" was found, she had become a corpse.

The woman committed suicide, and the gun in her hand and the bullet shell on the ground said it all. Mirren would surely be able to confirm this without even having to perform a ballistic test. And it can be concluded that this is not the real Stelena. Because when Red Wolf investigated the deceased, they found that all relevant information had been processed, and they could not find any clues.

The other party was very clean. Because it was so clean, Mirren must have died as a scapegoat.

When he replied to Windsor Bello, he only said one sentence: "The mouse went back into the sewer."

"Understood, come back, leave the mouse alone for now. Oh, by the way, warn those guys on the black street, I dare to sell information about me in the future, let them figure it out."

Ending the communication, Windsor Bello looked distressedly at the dresses sent by Nono. Choosing one of these to attend Bethkod’s banquet was far more annoying than the mouse to the marshal.

In addition to Windsor Bellow, there is also Alan who has the same troubles.

At this moment, he is in his own wing tower house in Ugalle Castle. He looked at a large living space before, but now it is crowded. Especially after Tonisf brought in his image design team, Allen could only silently watch the sofa, long table, potted plants and other furnishings in the living room moved to the corner. Then it was filled with various hangers, mirrors and three-dimensional cutting tools.

To be honest, it's nice to see Tonisf again. But when the ensign of the demon hugged and touched, and almost let his lipstick lips touch his face, Allen had the urge to reach out and touch the demon's praise. Fortunately, Tonisf's work enthusiasm overwhelmed his perverted hobbies, which also saved his own life.

But in the next few days, Allen saw the ensign's paranoia, and he could even struggle with the style and pattern of a bow tie for a long time. After spending two days in the Wing Tower, Allen only felt more tired than participating in a series of battles.

After three days of such a busy schedule, Bethcade’s dinner was finally held as scheduled. r1058

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