Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 200: Plan plan

Chapter 696 plan plan

Kongming Palace, the camp of the Xinghu Guards.

"Please, Caso attendant," Kongmuto, with his arm wrapped in a bandage, sat on the bunk with a helpless expression, "Just let me go! I'm not like them, I swear I'm not out there I used your name falsely, it was all other Wyers, sorry, it was all other people..."

Wiaia Castle, who was holding the notebook, turned dark.

It's all right.

It's okay.

Calm down.

"That's not what I asked," Huai Ya struggled to force a social smile, "Please, Officer Komto, recall carefully, when you fought against that Lausanne II, did he..."

"No!"

"I haven't finished yet - have you noticed that he has some subtle movements..."

"Neither!"

At this moment, a relaxed voice came from outside the door:

"What's wrong?"

Kong Mutuo's eyes lit up, as if he had received amnesty:

"Who is that, just in time, the prince's attendant has something to ask you!"

Huai Ya was startled when he heard the words, but Lao Kong ignored the injured arm hanging on his chest, jumped off the bunk and rushed out of the room with a whoosh, and disappeared out of the corridor. .

The attendant was speechless for a while, so he curled his lips and turned to look at the newcomer:

"Yes, I have a few questions to ask... Oh, it's D.D, forget it."

After saying that, Wyah shook his head and sighed, while passing Doyle in disappointment.

D.D just brought back a bag of small almond pies from the dessert shop. He was puzzled with a happy face, but the hand that was handing out the pies only halfway out and missed the target. The scene was extremely embarrassing.

Wyah walked towards a table, where a burly figure covered in bandages was sitting at the table, carefully cleaning his saber.

"Hey, Glover Pioneer..."

The burly figure paused.

"Once."

Glorver, who was still recuperating, turned his head and wiped the rag on the same place on the sword dozens of times: "I, um, I did it once."

But just once.

Really, only once.

"What? What happened once?" Huai Ya was confused.

"Your name."

My name?

Hua Ya was stunned for a second before he could react.

"What? You, you? You too...Why you? How could it be you? I don't understand, others forget it, but why do you want to..."

Following his words, Glover's expression became more and more indifferent and stiff, which made Huaiya realize something, and quickly shut up.

No, no, no, Wyah Castle, no, you didn't mean to ask this, not this...

And you don't care at all, you shouldn't care, it's just a name, what a big deal...

Well, yes, yes, don't care...

Don't care...

Huai Ya took a deep breath, calmed down, and asked in a good voice while holding the notebook:

"I'm sorry, Karen Glover Pioneer, can I borrow a few seconds of your time now and ask a few questions?"

Golover's eyes are sharp:

"If it's really a few seconds."

"So, how many minutes?"

"I can't." The zombie was straightforward, making Huai Ya's expression collapse.

"Then... for the sake of you impersonating my name?"

Glorver stopped wiping his sword.

The zombie said nothing, but slowly raised its head and looked at Wyah.

His movements are slow but extremely oppressive, and his face is stiff and his eyes are dead, which makes people feel flustered for no reason.

Strange.

Why is this big guy looking at me like that?

Obviously he is wrong, but why do you feel that I am the one who is wrong?

Several seconds passed, and Huai Ya was so stared at that he felt terrified. He couldn't bear it, and finally he could only smile awkwardly:

"Okay, okay, then, um, maybe, maybe next time, next time..."

The cold-faced Glover watched Wyatt leave, secretly heaved a sigh of relief from an angle where no one could see, and resumed wiping his sword.

It's okay.

Passed again.

Stop apologizing.

But just as Wyah left, a large bag of almond pies hit the table.

"Hey, what's wrong with Zhenhuaia?"

D.D stared at Glover's death without guilt, he sat down with a bite of the pie, and didn't forget to take another one out of the bag.

"I don't know," Glover stared at Doyle for a while, and finally he sighed in his heart, reluctantly took the almond pie handed over by D.D, "It's been a few days, and I'll take it when I'm free. When arresting people for questioning, it is not enough to just ask them once, and ask them back and forth in different ways.”

D.D frowned and looked into the distance: Rolf was sitting on a box in the corner, tinkling and trimming his battle-scarred right leg prosthetic, Wyah came to him cautiously, coughed One sound.

Rolf snorted without raising his head.

What's wrong with this self righteous young master?

Come to collect money?

Wyah smiled brightly:

"Hey Rolf, old friend, did you have a good day yesterday? How's your leg?"

After the voice fell, there was only a click, and Rolf's severely worn combat prosthesis was abruptly disconnected from the joint and fell to the ground.

A metal lock popped out of the prosthesis, rolling on the ground.

Rolf raised his head, looked at Wyatt coldly, and made several gestures:

【What do you think? 】

Wyah looked at this scene in embarrassment and blinked.

"It seems that you may have to use those old cold legs... By the way, I have a question..."

Before he finished speaking, Rolf pulled his prosthetic limb, snorted coldly and turned around, facing the wall.

Just leave the back to Wyah.

The attendant stood there stupidly, before closing his mouth.

"Maybe you don't want to disturb him at this time, True Wyer," D.D raised his voice, waving the pie at Wyer and Rolf happily, "Dumb yesterday, um, something happened , with some unbreakable concerns.”

An unbreakable concern?

Wayer was taken aback.

The next second, Rolf suddenly turned his head!

What? How did he...

Rolfe first looked at D.D in disbelief, and then he figured out something, he looked at Glover, and gestured his **** in horror and anger:

[Grass you are so paralyzed that you can’t control your mouth, you can’t keep your words, you can’t keep your secrets, you live without your parents dead, you don’t have children to eat, you meet bugs and shit, you deserve to be an orphan, you’re an evil zombie who’s your turn to do it...]

Golover was taken aback, then subconsciously shook his head:

"No, I didn't! It wasn't me! I didn't say it! I don't know anything... Fuck! Fuck you, D.D!"

He felt wronged but didn't know how to justify it. In the end, he could only look angrily at the complacent but unconscious D.D.

"Unbreakable concern? What do you mean?" Wyah looked suspiciously at the circle of gestures and responses, inexplicable.

Zombies and mutes stay together

Rolf swallowed his throat, and his breathing accelerated.

Glorver frowned fiercely, pinching the rag tighter and tighter.

"Ah, it's so obvious, can't you see it?"

Guard Doyle happily pointed to Rolf's prosthesis:

"His prosthetic leg! You see, the attachment is broken—oh, it's broken now, haha, isn't it a difficult attachment?"

The voice falls.

Boom!

Rolf's other prosthesis fell heavily.

The dumb stared at D.D coldly, with an unhappy expression on his face.

Glorver's eyes became more and more terrifying.

Wyah felt that he had heard a bad joke, and looked at him bored and helpless.

"Ah, yes, I'm sorry," D.D felt uncomfortable, he put away his smile, subconsciously shrank back, biting the pie and looking at everyone, "Well, you can't even joke about legs, right? I didn't mean to make fun of it——hmm, yes, sorry..."

Before he finished speaking, Glover stood up abruptly, grabbed two pies, and pressed them firmly into Doyle's mouth.

"Ugh, zombie, don't uh, I didn't say you uh..."

"Why is he so energetic today?" Huai Ya ignored the brutal scene opposite, pulled out a chair, put down his notebook, and expanded his chest.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu I'm really not joking whyuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

[Because he is a badass. ] Rolf gestured coldly.

"Because he brought back the bedside bear," Glover let go of the painfully coughing D.D angrily, "Also, Lord Mallos is still in bed."

"Oh."

Huai Ya was flipping through his notes when he heard the words and suddenly realized.

"What did you write on it?" A female voice came from the side.

Everyone turned their heads in unison, and a sassy figure walked towards them.

"Mira!"

D.D swallowed a mouthful of pie, stood up quickly, and opened his arms in surprise:

"Isn't this my savior, the Sword of Neverwinter in the North, the invincible female steel warrior, the brave and fearless girl Mira!"

Miranda, who was already familiar with the atmosphere of the guards, didn't look up, and walked past the disappointed D.D without seeing anything (he took out a piece of pie), sat next to Wyah, and looked at the notebook on the table.

"It's nothing, Ms. Arend," Wyatt shook his head and spread out his notes, "it's just some...summary records."

"Just call me by my name. After all, we are both studying under Teacher Chatier." Miranda's black gloves disappeared, replaced by densely wrapped bandages, "What summary record?"

That's even worse, am I going to call you "Chief Miranda"?

Wyah complained silently.

"And we are still good comrades-in-arms, Mira, remember?" D.D tried to squeeze into the conversation, "I fought that Lausanne II for three hundred for you..."

"I recorded some suspicious things," Wyah ignored Doyle's noise, turned a page, and pushed it in front of Miranda, "For example, this one, the skill of Lausanne II."

Glorver, who was wiping his sword, frowned:

"What happened to his skill?"

"To put it simply, his strength fluctuates. Sometimes he is so strong that dozens of people can't help besieging him, and sometimes even D.D can match him."

"Hey, polite!" D.D protested angrily.

"He's hiding his strength," Miranda looked at the notes carefully, her tone affirmative, "I have fought against him twice, the first time I only felt that he was a strong player in the super class, but the second time..."

She squeezed her bandaged hand, thoughtfully.

"Yes, but, why? An extreme master, hiding his strength?" Huai Ya asked doubtfully.

"Because he is the same as His Highness."

Everyone turned their heads and looked at Doyle.

"During the martial arts class, His Highness's 'big sea wave''s finishing power, it was quite bluffing to start a few times, but when the time came, he fell to the ground and rolled his eyes, haha, only panting For the sake of it," D.D tried to gesture, "that Lausanne is probably the same as His Highness—the strength has a time limit, so it seems to be strong and weak, do you know?"

"Don't let His Highness hear this." Wyatt looked around nervously.

"Then it should be strong first and then weak," Glover disagreed, "Shouldn't it be weak before strong like Lausanne?"

"That's the other way around, he's usually very weak," D.D whimsically said, "Can he become stronger only if he meets certain conditions, such as taking drugs?"

Everyone looked at each other, but there was no answer after all.

"Then this is it," Wyatt turned to the next page, "Based on everyone's memories and Officer Mallorce's judgment afterwards, there is something strange about Lausanne."

"Isn't Terrorblade still in bed, you can still ask questions?" D.D was startled.

"Yes, I asked when I went to visit him."

"Amazing, you dare to bother him," D.D gave a thumbs up, "I also visited Terrorblade just now, and I brought gifts, but his attitude is just..."

"The lord told him to get out." Glover broke the news from the side, and it was no surprise that he received D.D's disgruntled eyes.

"You mean," Miranda focused on Wyah's neatly handwritten notes, interrupting them to return to the topic, "the injury of Lausanne II?"

Wyer nodded.

"He was shot by Master Bozdorf's arrow in Diop's mansion and fled in a hurry, but he appeared in the dock warehouse the next day and fought against the mute and Glover's vanguard, but he was not affected at all. It looks like it was injured."

Glorver and Rolf frowned.

Miranda focused on:

"However, he endured the siege of the guards just a few hours later, and he was still in good shape, with no visible injuries, and even amazing endurance. He fought hard for a long time without losing his strength."

Huai Ya nodded and said:

"So, either I made a mistake when sorting out the information from everyone's knowledge, or..."

"It may be some kind of potion that temporarily covered his pain," Glover guessed, "I know that there is a kind of wonderful Saier herbal medicine, including its close relatives, which were once made into drugs by illegal pharmacists. , can relieve pain and analgesia without affecting the action, and can also make the spirit excited..."

"How do you know?" Wyatt asked strangely.

"I've seen people take this drug before." Glover didn't want to talk more, and turned to the other side, "dumb, when the killer chased out of the sewer, his mental state was really different, he was overly excited, talking nonsense, Right?"

Rolf in the corner didn't answer, only his expression became more serious.

"Or he has a special finishing power, which can heal wounds in a very short time," Miranda pondered, "When I was in the Tower of Finishing, I heard that there was such a precedent in the 'Miracle' series. "

"This possibility is not ruled out." Wyah immediately began to record.

At this moment, a worried voice came from the side:

"Different descent."

Everyone turned their heads in awe.

I saw D.D's uneasy eyes: "It's a different descendant."

"What, what drop?" Huai Ya exchanged suspicious glances with the others, and asked unsurely.

"Yi Jiang, have you never heard of this?"

D.D came back to his senses and looked at everyone in disbelief.

Everyone shook their heads together.

"I heard what Toledo said, well, in fact, he was slipped by my cliché, don't tell others," Doyle became serious rarely, and he gestured for everyone to gather around, " According to him, when you rounded up that Lausanne II, he was engaging in the Evil God's Surprise, and the life within a radius of ten miles was sucked dry, not a single blade of grass grew, and nothing survived!"

Doyle's tone was quite mysterious and disturbing.

Everyone in a circle, you look at me, and I look at you.

But after thinking about it, Huai Yasi finally couldn't help but say:

"There is nothing to live on...then how did Chief Mallos and others, including His Highness, survive?"

D.D waved his hand unhappily, as if scolding him for interrupting.

"Listen to me, it's a strange descent, a strange descent! The fanatical cultists perform the taboo blood sacrifice of life and soul, and draw power from the heresy. It's terrifying and cruel. Of course, the flesh and bones of the living dead are nothing to say But the price is unimaginable, maybe every time a living person is sacrificed, blood and flesh are eaten, skins and bones are peeled..."

Everyone was silent for a while, and retreated tacitly.

"Crazy." Glover said disdainfully.

"Superstition." Wyah pouted and shook his head.

"Hmph." Rolf looked contemptuous.

"Next." Miranda didn't bother to listen.

"Oh, there are a lot of people in Nan'an who believe in this evil thing...don't believe it, then how do you explain that Lausanne II!" Doyle said anxiously.

But Wyah has turned to the next page:

"There is also his ability. Although he defeated Lausanne II, we still haven't figured out how it works. According to the mute, it is quite rare to affect mental abilities..."

"Time Sense."

"What?" Wyah looked at Miranda who spoke suddenly.

"There was an old gardener in Cold Castle, very old, a little confused and unable to recognize people, always mistaking me for my grandmother," Miranda recalled, "telling me about my uncle's generation—as if they Still a child."

"I know, my great-aunt had it before she died," Doyle said. Marry her sister."

"Wow," Huai Ya couldn't believe it, "Your grandfather is really... well, happy?"

"That's because you don't know my grandfather," Doyle sighed, "Believe me, if you didn't marry him and start a family, the really happy person should be my aunt."

"A lot of people are so demented and confused when they are old, thinking that they are still young." Miranda said.

"I'm good at this, I don't even have to wait until I'm old," D.D said happily, "When I open my eyes every morning, I feel like I'm still eighteen..."

"It's eight years old," Glover snorted disdainfully, "after all, he's a puppet bear with his eyes open."

Doyle shut up and handed out a pie.

"In short, these old people have problems with memory cognition, and they can't tell which memories are the past and which are the present."

"That means..." Huai Ya realized something.

Miranda nodded and continued: "Lausanne II's ability is not to create hallucinations and illusions, but to temporarily confuse memory, disrupt our sense of time, that is, the perception of time sequence, and make us forget the present and think that we are Still living in the past."

"Like a dream?" D.D asked.

"People will be conscious of dreams, vaguely know that it is fake, it is a dream," Miranda shook his head, "but in his ability, you can't tell it—because those are our memories, It is a scene that actually happened, it is unquestionable, so there is no flaw, so we are convinced that it is hard to extricate ourselves."

Hearing this, everyone fell silent.

Our memories...

Scenes that actually happened...

Undoubtedly, I can't extricate myself...

"Fuck him!" Glover slammed the table hard.

"Don't fuck, he's dead." Doyle exhaled, sullenly.

"Ms. Arend, how did you see this?" Wyatt asked doubtfully.

"Your Highness said it, and I don't know why, but he seems to be very sure that it has something to do with time," Miranda also shook his head, "The rest is my own reasoning—my power of end has an effect on the human body. Perception has a special understanding.”

"As expected of you, Your Highness," Huai Ya sighed, his tone full of admiration and powerlessness: "And you, ma'am, are indeed the chief seed."

"It really is a prince," Doyle also folded his arms in a serious manner: "And you, Mira, are worthy of being the chief seed."

Rolf in the corner curled his lips in disdain.

Glorver looked at these two people with a strange expression, held back for a long time, and whispered: "Uh, that, yes."

Please, the chief has nothing to do with this.

Miranda raised her eyebrows, resisted the desire to complain and roll her eyes, and turned to the next page of the note.

"According to the memories of Lord Mallos and Glover's vanguard officer," Huai Ya came back to his senses, "Lausanne II's ability, whether it is the timing of activation or the continuous effect, is chaotic and disorderly. , and even difficult to control, which is incompatible with his exquisite, accurate and invincible swordsmanship. According to His Highness, Lausanne's swordsmanship and abilities cannot be used at the same time. "

"Indeed, the exquisite swordsmanship and the chaotic and uncontrollable abilities are incompatible with each other, and there are many contradictions in him." Miranda pondered.

"What do you mean?" Doyle was puzzled for a while.

"When you go to the battlefield, do you carry two mutually exclusive weapons on your back? Especially when you can only choose one of the two at the same time?" Glover asked coldly.

"Isn't this normal? I practiced swordsmanship by myself, but supernatural powers are innate." D.D gnawed at the pie, "Just like me, handsome and handsome, but my parents picked me as mediocre." Unusual name."

Everyone covered their faces in unison, groaning helplessly.

"Teacher Shatier said that a fighter's fighting style, style, finishing power, weapons, abilities, and even character should all be unified and coordinated. The heart of the sword should never be separated from the root of the sword," Huai Thinking, "If you want to reach a higher level, you need to be more like this, otherwise it will be difficult to create a strong fighter."

"Old Joaquin didn't say that," D.D said sarcastically, "He said that you have to learn a lot of things, learn a lot of skills, and learn from your opponents, so that you can finally see yourself."

"This is actually not contradictory," Huai Ya said, "Speaking of this, that guy is from the same school as you, do you have any new information to provide?"

"Yes," D.D said without shame, "he's dead."

Everyone sighed in unison.

"Speaking of this, this also makes me wonder: Why did Lausanne II hide his identity?" Huai Ya picked up the pen.

"It's easy to understand, whoever does something bad dares to be aboveboard..."

"No, more than that, according to my investigation," Huai Ya turned to another page, "When he caught up with you in the sewer, he was called out of identity and recognized because of the gangster female leader. He is the ex-killer of the Blood Bottle Gang..."

"But he still carefully covers his face, even if the mask is broken, he has to put it back on again, as if afraid of being recognized in public," Glover thought of something, "Why?"

"Is it possible that he is not actually Lausanne," Miranda asked, "just under the name of Lausanne II? And there is someone else under that mask?"

"I don't think Catherine will admit her mistake, she is the boss after all." Glover shook his head.

"In short, there are too many suspicious points on this guy, one layer after another," Huai Ya frowned tightly, "There are too many things, I still can't figure it out."

"Anyway, he's dead," D.D felt at ease, "Such a powerful close-range explosion, even if he survived by luck, his skin would be scorched and fleshy, missing arms and legs, and he wouldn't be able to breathe for a while."

Everyone nodded silently with lingering fear.

"What is this page? A map?"

"That's right, I asked someone to get it from the Police Department, the map of the jurisdiction of Emerald City."

Huyer took out a map from his notebook and spread it out for everyone to see:

"Here, here, and here, these are the areas where the Blood Bottle Gang has been attacked in the past few weeks. I cross-referenced it with the documents in the security hall based on the information obtained by the undercover officer of Glover Vanguard. , try to circle the location of the crime, and match it with the time, and deduce the attackers—most likely Lausanne II and his accomplices—the approximate number and even the hiding place, but..."

"But what?"

Huiya hesitated for a few seconds, pointing to a few red dots on the map:

"The attacks on the Blood Bottle Gang can indeed form a circle, covering half of the Emerald City, but the distribution is uneven-for example, here, the Harvest Casino was attacked several times, and at least six people died. Gang, this underground black boxing arena is also the same, every week there are boxers who are alone and missing..."

"That's the business of Garmandia and Gutierrez, two ruthless characters." Glover gritted his teeth.

Wayer continued: "But within the same radius, here, the theater street, which is engaged in the skin and meat business, is singing and dancing, and there is no attack. There is also a paper mill and a weaving workshop protected by the Blood Bottle Gang. Peaceful."

"It's Franco and Jaga's territory, don't worry, they're dead." Glover snorted.

"In short, this big circle, the scope of these attacks, its thickness is uneven, like, like..." Wyatt pointed to the big circle he drew on the map, hesitating.

"It's like someone is not paying attention when eating a pie," D.D had an idea, "a spoonful in this direction, a fork in the opposite direction, and the hole is dug?"

"Ah, right?" Huai Ya reluctantly said.

Everyone frowned.

"Because Lausanne II did not attack randomly, but planned and directed: under Catherine, leaders like Gamandia and Gutierrez were targeted to provoke their dissatisfaction, At the same time, the other half of the leaders, those like Franco and Jaga, were deliberately let go, favoring one over the other, in order to incite conflicts among the leaders.”

Colover said coldly:

"We have all seen the result: the gang members who have suffered too much damage are full of resentment, and under the instigation of the red viper and the homeless, they are angry with those gang members who have been quiet for a long time, Catherine Was overthrown and stepped down."

No one else can talk about this topic, so Wyatt can only nod:

"Maybe."

When Wyah thinks of something, turn to another page:

"But when it comes to the 'Phantom Blade' Catherine, the Glover Herald officer and the mute said that you have fled into a remote sewer together, one of which is not even known to the Emerald City officials, and the blood bottle gang forces. The place where they can't reach is dark and narrow, like a maze... But if even the Blood Bottle Gang doesn't know that place, how did Lausanne II find you?"

"Is there a traitor? Have you sold your position to him?"

"Catherine said that there are people in the Blood Bottle Gang who specialize in domesticating hounds, especially good at tracking," Glover pondered for a while, "and we just fought our way out of the fire in the warehouse. No drop."

"This still doesn't make sense. If he really used the bloodhounds of the Blood Bottle Gang to track you down, but only Luosang showed up in the end, and there were no other gang members. Why?"

"Because of his ability, he can't tell the enemy from himself," Miranda guessed, "Besides, with his skill, bringing more people is just a burden."

"Because he doesn't want more people to know what he did? And he doesn't trust his gang members, or the former gang members?" Doyle rarely said something that didn't make everyone frown and moan.

Wyer thought for a moment.

"Then this brings up the next question. If Lausanne II returned to the Emerald City to avenge his past, then..."

"What happened to the Blood Vial Gang back then," Miranda continued, "What's the relationship with Catherine? It made Lausanne II so angry and patient, and he came back here after waiting for so many years. To revenge?"

"That Catherine, where did she go?"

Huyer was slightly distracted: "I need to meet her and ask some doubts."

"Your Highness let her go," Miranda replied, "She can't go back to Kongming Palace with us. As for where she went, I'm afraid only His Highness knows."

"And with that woman's character," Glover snorted and looked at Rolf, "I'm afraid she won't be reconciled, and she won't stop."

Wyah was silent for a moment.

"What about the advocate? If I could ask him..."

"No," Glover said, "He was frightened into a fool, mentally disturbed, and he called his wife whenever he saw anyone——Of course, His Highness has instructed, and the consistent caliber is that he is dead."

"Really, are you sure? Does he really have no sense left? Even a little?"

Rolf shook his head.

Wayer still does not give up: "What about his wife? Is there any clue..."

"We have investigated and found that his wife is mentally disturbed and crazy. She has been raised in the country. It is said that she has no children for many years and is under too much pressure." Miranda shook her head. "In recent years, people have often advised him to divorce and remarry. He refused."

Doyle frowned:

"Sounds like a dedicated and nice man."

"Nice guy?" Glover shook his head disdainfully, "Humph."

"Then how did you arrange him?"

"The old place—I mean the sewers," Glover said. "After being crazy, he seems to fit in there, at least with some stupid big deformed guy."

Everyone was silent.

Miranda sighed:

"Unfortunately, among so many silence cases covered up by Duke Zhan En, I originally thought he would be the breakthrough."

Huiya also nodded regretfully, but his words changed:

"But it's not without clues, look here."

Wyah turned the notebook to the very back page, and on it were long hand-drawn forms:

"These victims, Dagoli Moss is a businessman and a white glove, responsible for making money and business intelligence, Diop is in charge of dark accounts, and is responsible for contacting outsiders like the Blood Bottle Gang, Jeff Rene is the former chief of the police department, and Slimani also worked in the police department, and now he is the defender of the nobles of the Emerald City... I found that these four people have something in common.”

D.D is dizzy:

"Ah, are they all men?"

Wyah paused.

"They are all rich?"

"Are they all bald?"

Miranda sighed: As expected of a relative of Cohen.

Reluctantly, Huai Ya tapped the notebook with a pen:

"Speaking seriously, these four people have all worked for Emerald City or Kongming Palace, at least they can be related."

D.D scratched his head: "This Highness said, they are in a special position, and the reason why they are going to die is to attack Kongming Palace."

Wyah nodded:

"Moreover, they are all dignified and well-known people. Their resumes, even if they don't say they are prosperous in official career, at least they are smooth sailing."

Miranda's eyes moved.

"That brings up the next question," Wyah said, "According to what you said, before his death, oh, before his madness, Slimani once said to His Highness: There is one more person who has been silenced these days , but an underground boxer who fights black boxing?"

Glorver frowned: "Yes."

D.D scratched his chin, trying to pretend to be participating in the conversation: "The gangster who punched black..."

"From the previous four prominent people to this underground boxer...the identities are too different. Who is this boxer?" Miranda asked sharply.

"His Royal Highness asked us to check: I just got the missing list of all underground boxers when the Blood Bottle Gang was attacked in the past two months today. There are more than a dozen of them, basically they have nothing to do with the Blood Bottle Gang. It's not related, but I don't know which one it is, and I'm still at a loss." Huai Ya shrugged.

"We can go to Gutierrez of the Blood Bottle Gang, the black boxing ring is his place," Glover snorted, "Tie him up and let the good-natured Morgan question him."

"Good idea," Huai Ya nodded, "Unfortunately, the Blood Bottle Gang has just gone through fire, so it's definitely not easy to start now."

"And don't forget, Duke Jann must be very dissatisfied with what happened yesterday, and now he is watching our every move." Miranda said.

"His Royal Highness Thales went out to deal with him in person, there must be no problem." D.D finally found a familiar topic.

"One more..."

Wyah continued to talk, unconsciously, everyone was listening carefully:

"According to what you've said, Advocate Slimani is respected, but he's a coward who faints when he sees a weapon."

"At least before going crazy, yes." Glover affirmed.

"Then why is he so smart? Knowing that there may be problems behind so many murders, he still has the guts to pursue them? Until he is targeted and endangers his own life?"

"Is it because of the kindness of the old boss? The dead former chief of security, Jeff Rene?"

"Grace? I don't think so." Glover shook his head in denial.

"Professional instinct?" Doyle shrugged, "A defender—my family has a lot of lawsuits, and I have dealt with such people a lot."

"Because he is timid." Miranda said suddenly, attracting everyone's attention.

"How?"

Miranda raised her head with sharp eyes:

"Because Slimani was guilty and afraid of death, after seeing those murder cases, he was afraid that he would be the next to die, so he wanted to find out and ask for peace of mind."

Everyone was stunned.

"So ironic? Afraid of death, so you tracked down, tracked down, so you killed yourself?" D.D wondered.

"Is this some kind of dramatic self-fulfilling prophecy?" Glover asked.

But Miranda was silent, thinking.

A few seconds later, Huai Ya's complexion changed:

"I understand. The key here is: Why did Slimani feel guilty after seeing those murders? Why did he feel that he was the next to die?"

Miranda nodded, firmly:

"Because he was one of them."

"A member of what? A member of what?" D.D was confused.

"A member who was silenced! They - Moss, Diop, Rene, Slimani, plus the black boxer guy, five people, they are not isolated, and they were not killed one after another to provoke us With Kong Minggong,” Wyatt said more and more surprised, “on the contrary, they must have some kind of internal connection, maybe they are members of the same secret society, maybe they are both involved in a certain secret, maybe they both know a certain person, maybe they also do things. Had the same thing..."

Miranda raised her head, her tone was affirmative:

"It's very possible, that's why these people will be silenced, and the news will be covered up after death."

Everyone is stunned.

"I, I have to find some time to talk to the clerk of the local city hall," Huai Ya thought out of his mind, his expression serious, "I need more detailed resumes of these deceased...more information."

He stood up and was about to go out, but was stopped by Miranda.

"Wiaiya, there are so many records in your notebook, so many suspicious points, so many...details," Miranda narrowed his eyes, "you wrote them down one by one after you discovered them?"

"Yes."

Huai Ya came back to his senses, forced a smile:

"It's not like your Highness and you, Ms. Arund. I have a stupid brain and slow reaction, so I can only use this stupid method. If you don't understand, just write it down and remind yourself of these clues."

Rolf snorted in the corner.

You should take a look at his room. The walls are covered with papers, one after another, full of words and diagrams of various colors, even the ceiling.

Miranda studied him for a while.

"I know, my strength is limited," Huai Ya was not used to being stared at by her, and said with a wry smile, "I'm not as lucky as you, who can share the worries of His Highness by holding a sword and fighting, risking his life to death... "

"This luck is for you, I don't want it." D.D immediately raised his hand.

"...the task assigned by the chief is the easiest, most boring, and least valuable. Using my father's position and reputation to get close to various officials..."

"Easiest?" Glover pouted.

Wyah spread his hands: "All in all, I can only make some contributions within the scope of my ability."

"No, you are very powerful, attendant," the female swordsman praised, "I know why Shatil took you in."

Wyah was flattered and a little embarrassed.

"As expected of the son of the cunning fox." Glover's words made Wyatt's smile froze slightly.

"No, my stepmother has dealt with Earl Caso, she said that he is naturally quick-witted, knows the subtleties, and is a rare genius," D.D looked at the notebook, and saw that he could not practice it in ten lifetimes. With the beautiful handwriting, he was puzzled, "But look at these, Wyah, you are absolutely impossible to be a genius."

Including Huai Ya, everyone was stunned.

"Um, polite?" Glover whispered.

"Because you are Wyia."

D.D put down his notes, gave up the plan of "maybe I can do it too", sighed:

"Unlike any other Wyers—True Wyers."

As soon as this remark came out, Huai Ya's expression changed.

The others subconsciously turned their heads.

Glorver frowned, and said bravely, "Polite?"

Unexpectedly, Huai Ya suddenly smiled after being stunned for a long time.

He took a deep breath, sincerely and frankly:

"Thank you, Officer Doyle."

"Your findings and doubts," Miranda asked, "have you reported them to His Highness?"

"No, I haven't had time yet," Wyatt shook his head, "Time is running short, Lord Mallos is bedridden again, and His Highness is very busy these days, he already has enough things to worry about."

"Such as running away from home and dating his fiancée?" Miranda made a rare joke, and everyone laughed.

"Don't mention it," D.D sighed in pain, "I went back to the theater yesterday as a replacement, and the most painful thing was to explain to Kaguire, who was in charge of monitoring the prince, that the prince was not missing, but was just talking to him. Miss Kevin Dill is playing peek-a-boo as a couple..."

Huiya remembered something, turned around suddenly, and everyone was startled.

"What's wrong?"

"I remember," Wyatt said in a daze, "His Royal Highness said that Slimani went to the theater yesterday to find the person you mentioned - Police Officer Kaguire."

"So?" Doyle didn't know why.

Wyah's face became more serious:

"So, if the defender is really 'one of them' and becomes suspicious after seeing the murder case and wants to investigate, what channel will he go through?"

Miranda's eyes moved.

"More than that, when the wine merchant was killed before, it was this Kaguilei who took me and Arend to the prison for inspection," Glover's face turned cold, "and he was eloquent, shirked responsibility, and told Our wine merchants were hired by the enemy to kill us."

"The defender will not go to him for no reason. This local police officer must know something, maybe that's why these dead people were silenced!" Miranda frowned.

"I will report directly to His Royal Highness Thales," Huai Ya nodded, "Today is the selection for the Emerald Festival. Kaguile will lead the prince as a guide and accompany him throughout the journey."

"I'm going to see the horror—is Chief Mallos awake?" Miranda mused, "He needs to know about this."

On the other side, Glover has a fierce look in his eyes:

"Then I'll go find some big guys, Morgan or Bastia, and find a sack to carry that Kaguire—"

"Wait! That security officer is from Kongming Palace, we can't just tie him up for interrogation!" D.D grabbed the zombie.

"Something has to be done!" The zombie said dissatisfied.

"Hey, zombies, you don't understand, kidnapping tickets for the nobles in private, this is the excellent biography of our guard wing—ahem, expertise," D.D carefully looked around, blinked, showing an evil smile, "Who still uses sacks now, listen to me, how about us, hey, plan, plan?"

Plan the plan.

Wyer and Miranda looked at each other with strange expressions, but they still nodded.

Everyone stand up and perform their duties.

"Unexpectedly," D.D looked at Huai Ya who was supplementing something in the notebook, and whispered to Glover, "Really Huai Ya still has this ability."

"Everyone has their own strengths." Zombie's words are succinct.

"What about you, how did you get along with that dumb guy yesterday?" D.D pointed to Rolf in the distance, "You guys are very friendly today..."

Golofo's complexion changed.

"Hey, I didn't die in his hands, even if there is a spirit, the holy day is manifested, and the setting sun is blessed," the zombie said viciously, "that sheep-fucking dog-day-playing--"

"Huh?" D.D's eyes widened.

"What's wrong?"

"You have changed."

"What changed?"

"No, I suddenly discovered that you seem to be much more cheerful," Doyle was pleasantly surprised, "Compared to before, your temper has improved, and you have spoken more, even the sentences you uttered are longer. A lot?"

What?

Open, cheerful?

Glorver was taken aback for a moment.

"Besides, you don't seem to object to me calling you a zombie anymore?"

After being stunned for a few seconds, Glover's face suddenly changed!

"Huh!"

He snorted angrily, punched the table with his fist, and walked away.

"Hey, don't go," D.D couldn't catch up, "Aren't we still planning to kidnap someone..."

At this moment, only a muffled sound was heard, and the door of the room was roughly pushed open!

Several people were startled, Glover even raised his long sword.

"The order of the flag officer of Fubi! Everyone, those who are on vacation will return to work immediately, and those who are on duty will work overtime. As for the wounded, as long as they can move their fingers, they will immediately gather and set off..."

The person who broke in was Kongmutuo's guard, and he was panting and anxious: "The prince is attending the election today, we will protect you all the way, and be on the highest alert!"

Wai Ya and the others felt relieved.

"But the election will only start in the afternoon, so now...is it too early?" Wyatt asked doubtfully.

"Highest alert?" Glover didn't understand.

"That's right, because something big happened just now!"

Kong Muto was anxious and made everyone nervous:

"Just this morning, an official in Emerald City was killed!"

Everyone was shocked.

"Another one?" Glover put the sword back into its sheath.

"Six people, six lives." Huai Ya squeezed the notebook tightly.

"I heard that he was decapitated and died in a horrific manner, and the whole city was full of uproar, and the Jade Legion was dispatched—there is no time, so move quickly!" Kong Mutuo added hastily.

Everyone moved subconsciously, only Miranda frowned:

"Then why are you so nervous? Why do even the wounded have to—"

"Because there are rumors of evil intentions in the city!"

Kong Muto gritted his teeth:

"It is said that the man behind the killing of the deceased is—His Royal Highness Thales!"

At that moment, everyone was stunned.

The room fell silent.

"Isn't it, come again?" Huai Ya remembered something and couldn't believe it.

With a clatter, Rolf landed on the asymmetrical metal prosthetic limb. He limped but had a stern expression. He grabbed the weapon and walked out.

"Why? Why are the rumors spreading like this?"

Miranda suddenly had an ominous premonition: "Who is the dead?"

Kong Muto let out a long sigh:

"It's an old acquaintance~IndoMTL.com~Kongming Palace sent a special security officer to be responsible for the security of His Royal Highness, the one who accompanied him all the time these days—"

Everyone's breathing stagnates.

"Kaguire."

Crack!

The pie bag on the table fell to the floor.

"I, I just, my..."

The shocked people turned their heads in unison.

I saw Doyle holding the last surviving almond pie and staring at everyone dumbfounded:

"It's really just—planning!"