The Devil’s Cage Chapter 45: Dazzling

The closing sound echoed in the ears of Kieran, and the lights projected from the ceiling seemed to sway under a huge impact.

Mechanical.

Thick.

Kieran's mind easily shows the closing of the room door under the control of precision machinery, and the gears hidden in the walls and underground.

"Defend secrets more than you think, right?"

Sitting on the bed in room Unique/only, Webster beckoned to Kieran, and the shackles of his wrist shook with it, making a loud noise.

"Uh."

Kieran nodded without denying it.

Everything here is really beyond his expectations.

Just like the Webster in front of me.

The other party is more special than he speculated.

Kieran’s gaze swept over the welded metal bed, and his gaze ended up on Webster’s old-fashioned face. Compared with the Wrath and sadness on the other party’s face when they last met, this time was light and laugh The intention is to look more natural, and the other party is far more cooperative than expected.

"Thank you for coming to see me."

"At this time, I am afraid that only you can come to see me."

"I originally hoped that both of us would cooperate to trace the murderer who killed my son."

"However..."

"I found something."

"So, I did it in advance."

No need to ask Kieran, Webster said to himself, and while talking, the other party waved his wrist vigorously, as if to relive the scene where Hardy Lynn was stabbed.

"Very fun!"

"Better than expected!"

The other party added a sentence.

"What did you find?"

Kieran asked with great interest.

"Interesting things."

"However, it doesn't matter anymore, I have to revenge. I have no regrets."

"The next day, I will wait quietly for death to come."

"And..."

"Thank you for visiting."

Webster did not answer, but shrugged instead, the whole person was lying on the metal bed like this, and, closing both eyes, it seemed that he lost interest in talking.

Kieran glanced at the other party, without hesitation, turned and pressed the talk button on the wall.

"Open the door."

Kieran said this.

And just after the Kieran voice fell, Webster lying on the bed suddenly spoke again.

"For example, if you have time for DYour Excellency, go to the cemetery and send me a bouquet of flowers for Quaker."

"If there is no time, just forget it."

Kieran did not agree or disagree.

When the cell door was opened, he walked out of the room.

Will stood against the wall. When Kieran came out, the old consultant stood straight.

"Although I know you can’t listen to me, I still have to say that the Webster assassination of Upper Parliament president Hardy Lynn is not a personal matter anymore, it is about the whole Adarsh."

"I hope you don't continue to intervene."

The old consultant said sincerely.

"Do you believe what he said?"

Kieran asked rhetorically.

"The evidence is before me, I naturally believe it."

The old consultant emphasized.

"Human, always willing to believe what I think."

Kieran finished talking lightly, no longer interested in speaking, he strode toward the elevator when he came.

The unblocked Kieran left the police station.

Not far away, after seeing a flower shop, he walked straight over.

Afternoon tea garden, four characters are carved on a long wooden board, which is hung by a 7-shaped black metal bracket, which just protrudes to the side of the road, so that people who walk here can just see it.

Dingling!

Kieran pushed in, and the doorbell on the door was crisp and sweet.

"Welcome."

"What do you need?"

The waiter greeted him warmly, a girl with a normal look but a sweet voice, wearing a black casual dress, wearing an apron, her hair curled up high, holding scissors and cut flowers in her hands.

"White flowers."

Kieran said concisely.

"Chrysanthemum, lily and calla lily, which one do you need?"

The waiter pointed to the flower stand.

"Feel free."

Kieran answered.

Obviously, the waiter rarely meets guests like Kieran. It seems that after a strange look at Kieran, the three flowers just mentioned are combined according to their own ideas and handed to Kieran.

"A total of 35."

Kieran silently took out the exact money and handed it to the other party, turned around and left.

"Thank you for your patronage."

The waiter said, watching the disappearance of Kieran.

After confirming that Kieran disappeared, the smile on the waiter’s face disappeared instantly, and she quickly walked towards the back of the shop. At the same time, the apron on her body was quickly released and re-sleeved in the corridor Inside the unconscious, real florist waiter.

The other party will wake up soon.

When you wake up, you will only think that you fell into a coma.

When there is no answer, people will always find the right answer for themselves, and everything is taken for granted.

Even if it is an illusion.

Just like she thought that this mission could be completed as smoothly as before.

......

The cemetery is located on the side of the Adarsh’s central park, quiet but not remote.

Naturally, people who can enter this cemetery are all rich or expensive. Ordinary people do not even have the qualification to ask about the price here.

Of course, there is no qualification to enter.

The Kieran holding the flowers avoided the guard and entered the cemetery from one side. The shadow of trees and tombstones interspersed through the sun.

He is looking for the Quaker Webster tombstone.

This is not difficult for Kieran, especially when the obvious ‘signboard’ like Mill stands beside the tombstone of Quaker Webster.

"I said, my identity and my ability can solve a lot of troubles you don’t want to touch, including but not limited to knowing your conversation with Webster, and entering here."

Mill hugged his chest and didn’t mind pushing the graceful arc out of a depression, making it appear more thrilling.

Kieran did not answer, as if he could not see the consultant girl, and placed the bouquet in his hand in front of the tombstone.

There are photos of Quaker Webster on the tombstone.

A youngster with a sunny smile even in black and white.

But anyone who sees this photo is a pity for Critical Rate.

Because, this is a cemetery.

It is the resting place of the dead~IndoMTL.com~ And the other party?

It's too young.

You are so young that you don’t know how dangerous and... the real world is.

Kieran looked away from the photo and began to glance around.

Seeing the actions of Kieran, Mill, who pays homage to the deceased, spoke again.

"I’ve searched for it, not at all..."

The consultant girl's remarks stopped abruptly.

Because...

Kieran kicked the tombstone.

Footprints composed of black soil happened to be printed on the youngster photo.

The sun is shining, and the muddy photos look particularly dazzling.