Silent Crown Chapter 118: A letter from a stranger (medium)

In the silence, everyone looked at each other, but in the end, they looked at the vulture. Baidu searched Geli Literature.com. It is obvious that Vulture is the most unpopular one even here.

Detecting the eyes of other people falling on him, the vulture was taken aback, and suddenly furious: "You suspect that I betrayed you? Damn, I have a part in this business, why should I trouble myself?! "

"I just remind everyone, don't leave anything behind."

"Of course nothing will be left behind!"

Vulture's voice is full of irritability: "Then what should we do now? Are we waiting for the secret police to come and take us away one by one?!

The royal family has long been unhappy with us, especially because of the curse, the queen's recent mental state is very problematic. Now the royal family has resorted to external forces to seek help from the Easterners... If they knew that we were making trouble at this point, they would definitely not let us go. "

"Calm down, the fifth department just received the news. The Blue Falcon just went to cooperate with the investigation and was not arrested."

The robin said coldly: "If they have tangible evidence, everyone may have to chat in another place now.

At that time, I believe that the fifth department will decently open a single room for us in the Arkham Mental Hospital, and maybe everyone can open a patty in it. "

"You mean, they can't do anything with us for the time being?" The condor couldn't believe it.

"Have you still not figured it out yet? Why did that fellow Holmes choose to send you a letter?"

The Robin said coldly: "He is blackmailing you, my friend! This is a grand challenge to the House!"

The vulture panicked, "You can do as much as you want if you want money!"

"Hahahahaha, are you kidding?"

The Robin was amused: "Gentlemen, let me remind you that you may be the most arrogant kidnapper in the history of Avalon!

——He has dropped the blackmail letter containing the little finger of the hostage into the mailbox of fourteen families! He is declaring war with most of Avalon!

This kind of lunatic. Is it really enough to be fed with money? "

The crowd was silent for a while.

Everyone faintly felt a chill in their back.

Many times, it is not a good thing to be targeted by a madman.

What's more, this lunatic might be a black musician!

The most terrifying thing is. This is still a person who can escape the'Avalon Enchantment' and hide from the sight of the Musician Association. The black musician who sneaked into Avalon!

No one knows what those crazy guys will do!

"...Or, shall we stop?"

A faint voice rang from the crowd.

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The birds were disturbed and looked at where the sound was coming from. At the end of the crowd, the magpie's eyes dodged, and he was obviously shocked.

He said: "As long as we don't mix things up with the'Shadow of Avalon', and don't look for the'blood path', even black musicians won't rashly be enemies with us? Besides...and..."

He can't go on.

Because of Robin's cold eyes.

"Now that things have happened, do you think you still have room to stop?"

He said coldly: "We tried our best to provoke the struggle in the lower city. Isn't we suppressing the return of the shaman just to find clues to the blood? The queen has been deliberately weakening our foundation after taking the throne these years, thinking Let the blood of glory become a decoration like a mascot.

Now is an unprecedented time for the royal family to become weak. With blood, we can take the initiative. When the time comes, even the queen will have to look at our faces!

It's just a mere black musician standing in the way! What are you afraid of? ! Wasn't the shaman also forced away by our joint efforts? "

"But what should we do now?" Owl asked: "Will the black musician Holmes continue to make trouble?"

"We don't need to do anything."

The robin suddenly said: "Just wait for the **** Holmes to show his feet. As long as the **** dares to leave any clues, his end is here!"

"If he tells us..."

"How to report?"

The robin sneered: "His biggest mistake is to write us a letter, giving us time to prepare. As long as we destroy the evidence and unify the caliber, he will not be able to touch us!

Besides. Not all of Avalon’s nobles are as perfect as ‘Lancelot’. Everyone has some unseen business more or less, will the royal family kill all the nobles? "

There was silence in the crowd, and the Pelican sighed softly:

"It's just that the mouse club is going to give up."

I heard this sentence. The vulture couldn't help but feel distressed: the monthly income of hundreds of thousands of pounds, as well as the tools that specialize in black work, just gave up...It was like eating meat in the heart.

Moreover, money is still secondary. Without the Rat Club, their eyes, ears and influence in Xiacheng will be completely gone, and everything will be done again.

By the way, the shaman that ghost has returned to Avalon recently, it's horrible!

"Don't worry, if we can support a rat club, we can naturally support other people. There are people in Xiacheng who want to have a relationship with us."

The robin's voice was full of sullenness: "We have been too indulgent in those black necks all the time. Just take advantage of this mess to clean up.

Just like nine years ago, people who know the current affairs can stay. Whether it is the shaman, the professor, or the Holmes, they must die.

At that time, the clues of the blood path will be completely in our hands. "

"And Sam." Someone added: "Get out of Sam first. That guy knows too much. If he comes out to identify us, it might be very troublesome."

"Don't worry, Sam will die tonight."

The Robin said indifferently: "In order to guard against this day, I have hired a'blood curse master' to cast a curse on him. Next, as long as you deal with your own hands, there won't be any Question."

"Take care of... the end of the hand?"

The bald eagle muttered to himself, opened his eyes from reality, and there was a fierce flash in his pupils.

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"Karen, Karen!"

Spencer opened the door of the study and called out the housekeeper's name: "Let Karen come to see me!"

He paced silently in the study, his expression gloomy. Think carefully about each link. But while he was thinking intently, there was a moment of faint crying and yelling making him upset.

"What's the matter?" he asked aloud irritably.

Outside the door, the servant whispered: "Master. Master Edmund... he is crying again."

"That trash! He still has a face to cry!"

Spencer was furious, and grabbed an oriental vase worth a lot of money. Smashed at the feet of the servant:

"The family gave him so much hope, but he can't even match Banner's finger, let alone Banner's brother "Gavin"."

On weekdays, he mentioned that this young boy is always full of love and affection, but now his heart is full of anger that has nowhere to vent: "Just take away such precious things from his uncle quietly. The neck was turned into waste! He still has the face to cry?!"

The servant shuddered and didn't dare to reply, and saw Karen coming. Quietly left the study room.

In the silence, only Edmund cried vaguely, and faintly heard the voices of ‘I’m going to let him die’, ‘Father, I’m going to see my father’, etc., which made people more irritable.

"Karen, go and shut him up!"

Spencer said coldly: "Otherwise, you will be thrown into the confinement room!"

"Yes."

Karen Yu nodded in surprise, and was about to turn around, but heard the voice behind him: "Find out all the things that the rat will send. You can't keep it."

He was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously calculated the value of those things. Some can’t believe it: "All?"

"All."

Spencer nodded coldly: "Prepare the boiler room for preheating and tell them that they will be using that thing soon."

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In half an hour. The boiler room has become a furnace.

In this scorching hot weather, there were people who even set up a boiler, slammed the fire, and threw coal in continuously, raising the temperature of the furnace.

Every time I breathed, I felt like I was swallowing flames, painfully as if my five inner parts were burning.

Spencer stood in front of the huge boiler, looking up at this behemoth that was enough to heat an entire manor in the winter.

The door of the full-height furnace was open, and the burning wind was blowing in sparks, with a crimson light.

He is sweating. Covering his mouth with a handkerchief, breathing hard.

"Ready. Master."

Karen hobbled from the door and whispered: "It's all here."

Spencer looked back. Looking at the dozens of trolleys filled with antiques, account books, oriental silk, Burgundy wine, Asgard tobacco, and valuable ancient books.

He felt a pain in his heart, he didn't dare to look any more, he just closed his eyes and waved his hand to signal them as soon as possible.

The burly and sturdy servant pushed the cart and walked to the furnace door with the crimson flames. Away from a distance, they saw their hair curled up and the whole person was burned red.

They didn't even dare to get too close to the stove, they just let go of their hands from a distance and threw the entire cart into the stove.

In the red flames and the burning light that seemed to come from hell, those precious things were so easily ignited, even the wheelbarrow was slowly deformed in the flame, and finally gradually melted and evaporated, and there was no ashes. Left.

One car, one car, another car, another car, another car...

Spencer felt his heart dripping.

"Anything else?" he asked muffledly.

Karen shook his head: "Master, it's all here."

"Are you all here?" He seemed a little disbelieved: "Are you sure?"

"Yes, sir, they are all here."

Karen nodded blankly, but suddenly felt a pain in his heart. He bowed his head stiffly and saw a palm with silk gloves and a dagger held in his palm.

The dagger is Spencer's most beloved famous blade, and it is also a good thing sent by the fellow Sam. It can be said to be as iron as mud.

It's just that it's stuck in my heart now.

"Old...Master?"

He looked up in astonishment, staring desperately at Spencer's face.

"You have been loyal to our family for three generations. I replace my grandfather, my father, thank you."

Spencer drew his dagger and said goodbye regretfully: "Goodbye, my old friend."

His ‘old friend’ could no longer make a sound, collapsed on the ground, murmured something in despair, and slowly closed his eyes.

The blood dries up quickly in the scorching wind~IndoMTL.com~evaporates, leaving only a puddle of dark red stains, inconspicuous on the gray-black ground.

"Dispose of it and stay with those things. With them, old Karen won't be lonely in heaven."

Spencer threw the dagger and gloves on the corpse, turned and left.

In the furnace, the corpse made an explosion and turned into coke. The coke gradually shattered. When it broke, it made a small sound, like a soul wailing in the flames of hell.

In the end, the wailing voice disappeared into the flames.

There is no trace of everything.

Spencer stared at the sky outside the boiler room with his back facing the burning scorching light, his eyes full of bloodshot eyes. In his mouth, the **** name was whispered over and over again.

Holmes, Holmes, Sherlock Holmes, **** Sherlock Holmes...(to be continued)

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