Kingdom’s Bloodline

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 didn't use it outside Your name is all other Wyers, sorry, it’s all other people...

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

fine.

It doesn't matter.

calm.

That's not what I asked. Wyatt forced a social smile with difficulty, Please, Guard Officer Kongmutuo, recall carefully, when you fought against that Lausanne II, did he...

No!

I haven't finished talking yet—then have you noticed that he has some subtle movements...

nor!

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

What's wrong?

Kong Mutuo's eyes lit up, as if he had been pardoned:

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

Huai Ya was taken aback 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. His posture seemed to be that the kitchen was ready for dinner.

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.

Huai Ya walked towards a table, where a burly figure covered in bandages was sitting at the table, carefully wiping his sword.

Hey,

Glover Pioneer Officer...

The burly figure paused.

once.

Glover, who was still recuperating, turned his head and wiped the rag on the same spot 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?

Huai Ya was stunned for a second before reacting.

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 Wyatt 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...

not give a damn about……

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

Sorry, Karen Glover Pioneer, can I borrow a few seconds of your time now and ask a few questions?

Glover stared sharply:

If it's really a few seconds.

Then how many minutes?

No. The zombie was straightforward, causing Huai Ya's expression to collapse.

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

Glover stopped wiping his sword.

The zombie remained silent, but slowly raised its head and looked at Wyah.

His movements are slow but extremely oppressive, his face is stiff and his eyes are dead, which makes people feel flustered inexplicably.

strangeness.

Why is this big guy looking at me like that?

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

A few seconds passed, and Huai Ya was so stared at that he felt terrified in his heart. Unable to bear it, he could only smile embarrassingly at last:

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 began to wipe his sword again.

fine.

Passed again.

No need to apologize.

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

Hey, what's the matter, Zhenhuai?

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 could only sigh in his heart, and reluctantly took the almond pie from D.D, It's been a few days, and I'll catch people when I'm free. In other words, it’s not enough to just ask once, and ask back and forth in different ways.”

D.D frowned and looked into the distance: Rolf was sitting on the box in the corner, jingling and trimming his worn-out combat right leg prosthetic. Wyah came to him cautiously and coughed.

Rolf snorted without looking up.

What's wrong with this self righteous young master?

Came to collect money?

Wyah smiled brightly:

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

As soon as the voice fell, there was only a click, and Rolf's severely worn combat prosthesis was abruptly disconnected from the connection and fell to the ground.

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

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

【What do you think? 】

Huai Ya 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 to ask...

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

Only leave the back to Wyah.

The attendant stood there stupidly, before closing his mouth.

Maybe you don't want to disturb him at this moment, True Wyah, D.D raised his voice, waving the pie at Wyah and Rolf happily, Dumb yesterday, um, something happened, there is Certain unbreakable concerns.

An unbreakable concern?

Wyah was taken aback.

In the next second, Rolf turned his head abruptly!

What? how did he...

Rolf first looked at D.D in disbelief, and then he figured out something. He looked at Glover, and pointed out his middle finger in surprise and anger:

[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 poop, you deserve to be an orphan, and you're an evil zombie who's your turn to do it...]

Glover 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? Huai Ya looked suspiciously at this circle of gestures and responses, inexplicable.

Zombies and mutes stuck together

Rolf swallowed his throat, breathing faster.

Glover frowned fiercely, pinching the rag tighter and tighter.

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

Guard Doyle cheerfully pointed to Rolf's prosthesis:

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

The voice fell.

Boom!

Rolf's other prosthesis fell heavily.

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

Glover's eyes became more and more terrifying.

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

Um, yes, I'm sorry, D.D felt uncomfortable, he put away his smile, subconsciously shrunk back, bit the pie and looked at everyone, Well, isn't it that you can't even joke about legs? I didn't Laughs intentionally -对 唔 唔 对 对 对 对 ...

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

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no...

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.

Uh, uh, I'm really not kidding, why uh uh...

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

Because he brought back the bedside bear. Glover angrily let go of D.D, who was coughing painfully: Also, Lord Mallos is still in bed at this moment.

oh.

Huai Ya was flipping through his notes, when he heard this, he 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 the 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, and the brave and fearless girl Mira!

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

It's nothing, Ms. Arund, 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 Shatier. Miranda's black gloves disappeared, replaced by densely wrapped bandages, What summary record?

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

Huaiya complained silently.

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

I recorded the suspicious aspects of some 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.

Glover, who was wiping his blade, frowned upon hearing this:

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, his tone affirmative, I 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? Wyatt wondered.

Because he is the same as His Highness.

Everyone turned their heads and looked at Doyle.

During the martial arts class, His Highness's finishing power of the 'big wave on the sea' was quite bluffing and pretentious, but when the time came, he fell to the ground and rolled his eyes, haha, only gasping for breath. D.D gestured hard, 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. Huai Ya looked around nervously.

That should be strong first and then weak, Glover disagreed. Shouldn't it be like Lausanne, weak first and then strong?

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.

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

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

Yes, I asked when I went to visit him.

Excellent, 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...

The lord told him to go away. Glover broke the news from the side, and D.D's unsatisfactory eyes met him as expected.

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

Wyatt 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. looking hurt.

Glover and Rolf frowned together.

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 speculated, I know that there is a kind of wonderful herbal medicine of Saier, including its close relatives, which were once made into drugs by illegal pharmacists. It relieves pain and pain without affecting the action, and it 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, Mute, when the killer chased him out of the sewer, his mental state was indeed different, he was overly excited and 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 mused. 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. Wyatt immediately began to record.

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

Extraordinary descent.

Everyone shuddered and turned their heads together.

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, you haven't 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, he was actually slipped by my formula, don't tell others, Doyle became serious rarely, and he gestured for everyone to gather around, According to him Ah, when you rounded up that Lausanne II, he was doing the Evil God's Evil God, 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 rather mysterious and disturbing.

People 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 uncomfortably, as if scolding him for interrupting.

Listen to me, it's a strange descent, a strange descent! Fanatic cultists perform taboo life and blood sacrifices, and draw power from evil ways. It's terrifying and cruel. Of course, the flesh and bones of the living dead are nothing to worry about, but The price is also unimaginable, maybe every time a living person has to be sacrificed, drink blood and eat flesh, peel skin and gnaw bones...

Everyone was silent for a while, and all 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 many people in Nan'an who believe in this evil thing... Don't believe it, how do you explain that Lausanne II! Doyle said anxiously.

But Wyah had already 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 Coldhold, who was very old and confused, and always mistook me for my grandmother, Miranda recalled, telling me about my uncles—as if they were children. .”

I know, my great-aunt had it before she died, Doyle said. She would think that when she was young, she would always mistake me for my grandfather and cry for me to marry her instead of her sister. .”

Wow, Wyatt couldn't believe it, your grandfather is really... um, happy?

That's because you don't know my grandfather, Doyle sighed. Believe me, the truly happy person who didn't marry him 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 coldly, 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 their 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, but to temporarily confuse memory, disrupt our sense of time, that is, the perception of time sequence, and make us forget the present moment and think that we are still alive. past.

Like a dream? D.D asked.

People are conscious of dreaming, and vaguely know that it's fake, it's a dream, Miranda shook his head, but in his supernatural ability, you can't tell—because those are our memories, they happened in real There is no doubt about the past scenes, so there are no flaws, so we are convinced that it is difficult to extricate ourselves.

Hearing this, everyone fell silent.

our memory...

Scenes that actually happened...

Convinced, unable to extricate myself...

Fuck him! Glover slammed the table hard.

Don't fuck up, he's dead. Doyle exhaled, sullen.

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 special effects on human perception. understanding.

As expected of 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.

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

Come on, 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 notes.

According to the memories of Lord Mallos and Glover's vanguard officer, Wyatt came back to his senses, Lausanne II's ability, whether it is the timing of activation or the continuous effect, is chaotic and chaotic, and it is 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. Once he starts to attack, his energy will be dispersed, and his abilities will be weakened...

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 on the pie, Just like myself, handsome and unrestrained, with an extraordinary bearing, but my parents picked me an ordinary one. name.

Everyone covered their faces in unison, groaning helplessly.

Teacher Shatier said that a fighter's fighting style, style, finishing power, weapons, even abilities, and even his personality should all be unified and coordinated. The heart of the sword should never be separated from the root of the sword, Huai Ya thought, 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 died.

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, because of the gangster's female leader, he was called out of identity and recognized as a blood bottle The gang's former killer...

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 pretending to be 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 chance, his flesh would be scorched and his arms and legs missing, so he wouldn't be able to breathe for a while.

With lingering fear in their hearts, everyone nodded silently.

And what is this page? A map?

That's right, I asked someone to get it from the Security Office, the map of the jurisdiction of Emerald City.

Huai Ya took out a map from his notes 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. Based on the information obtained by the undercover officer of the Glover Vanguard, I cross-checked it with the documents in the security hall, and tried to Circle the place where the crime happened, match it with the time, and deduce the attackers—most likely Lausanne II and his accomplices—the approximate number of people and even the hiding place, but...

but what?

Huai Ya 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 gang members died. This underground black boxing arena is also the same, every week there are single and missing boxers...

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

Huai Ya continued: But within the same radius, here, the theater street, which is engaged in the flesh and blood business, is peaceful, and there is no attack. Also, here, the paper mill and weaving workshop protected by the Blood Bottle Gang are also peaceful.

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

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

It's like someone doesn't pay attention when eating pie, D.D had an idea, spoon here and fork here, digging holes?

Um, right? Wyatt asked reluctantly.

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, while the other half Bosses like Franco and Jaga were deliberately let go, favoring one over the other, in order to instigate conflicts among the leaders.

Glover said coldly:

We have all seen the result: the gang members who suffered too much damage were full of resentment. Under the instigation of the red viper and the homeless, they turned against those gang members who had been quiet for a long time and enjoyed their profits. Catherine was overthrown and stepped down. .”

No one else could talk about this topic, Wyah could only nod:

Maybe.

Wyah remembered something and turned to another page:

But speaking of 'Phantom Blade' Catherine, Glover vanguard officer and mute said, you fled into some remote sewer together, a place that even the officials of Emerald City don't know about, and the blood bottle gang is out of reach , is dark and narrow, like a maze... But if the Blood Bottle Gang doesn't even 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, and we couldn't wash off our filth.

It still doesn't make sense. If he really used the hunting dogs 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 his superpowers make no distinction between the enemy and 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.

Wyatt thought for a while.

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 Bottle Gang back then, Miranda continued, what's the relationship with Catherine? What made Lausanne II so angry and patient, and came back here for revenge after waiting for so many years?

That Catherine, where did she go?

Huai Ya was slightly distracted: I need to meet her and ask some doubts.

His 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.

Wyatt was silent for a while.

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 ordered him to say that he was dead.

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

Rolf shook his head.

Huai Ya still did not give up: What about his wife? Is there any clue...

We have investigated and found that his wife is mentally disturbed and insane. She has been raised in the countryside. It is said that she has not had a child 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, but he refused.

Doyle frowned:

Sounds like a dedicated and nice man.

Good guy? Glover shook his head disdainfully, Hmph.

Then how did you arrange him later?

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

Everyone was silent.

Miranda sighed:

It's a pity. Among so many silence cases that were covered up by Duke Jann, I originally thought he would be the breakthrough.

Huai Ya 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 It was 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 looked dizzy:

Um, are they all men?

Wyatt paused.

They are all rich?

They're all bald?

Miranda sighed: As expected of a relative of Cohen.

Huai Ya had no choice but to tap the notebook with a pen:

To be serious, 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.

Wyatt nodded:

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

Miranda's eyes moved.

That brings up the next question, Wyatt said, According to what you said, Slimani said to His Highness before he died, oh, before he went mad: There is another person who has been silenced these days, but it is a An underground boxer who fights black boxing?

Glover frowned: Yes.

D.D scratched his chin, trying to pretend to be participating in the conversation: The black-fisted bastard...

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 the underground boxers in the past two months when the Blood Bottle Gang was attacked. There are more than a dozen of them. Basically, they are all related to the Blood Bottle Gang. 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 venue, Glover snorted, Tie it up and let the good-natured Morgan ask him a lesson.

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, it must be fine. D.D finally found a familiar topic.

Another point……

Huai Ya continued to speak, unconsciously, everyone was listening carefully:

According to what you said, Advocate Slimani, although respected, is 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 former chief of security, Jeff Rene, who died?

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 this kind of people a lot.

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

How to say?

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, and 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 and he realized:

I understand. The key here is: Why did Slimani feel guilty after seeing those murders? Why did he feel that he would be 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 killed one after another. It is not to provoke us and Kong Ming They must be members of the same secret society, they may both be involved in a certain secret, they may both know a certain person, and they may have done the same thing. thing……

Miranda raised her head, her tone was affirmative:

And it is very possible that that is why these people will be silenced and the news will be covered up after death.

Everyone was stunned.

I, I need to find some time to talk to the clerk of the local city hall, Huai Ya thought of it, with a solemn expression, I need more detailed resumes of these deceased... more information.

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

Wyah, 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?

right.

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 time, so I can only use this stupid method. If you don't understand it, write it down and remind yourself of these clues.

Rolf snorted secretly in the corner.

You should take a look at his room. The walls are covered with paper, 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 die...

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. Taking advantage of my father's position and reputation, I used my father's position and reputation to get close to various officials...

Easiest? Glover pouted.

Wyatt 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 Shatier accepted you as an apprentice.

Huai Ya was flattered and a little embarrassed.

As expected of the son of the cunning fox. Glover's words stiffened Wyatt's smile.

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 flipped through the notebook, looking at the beautiful handwriting that he could not practice in ten lifetimes , in shock, But look at these, Wyah, you absolutely cannot be a genius.

Including Huai Ya, everyone was taken aback for a moment.

Um, polite? Glover whispered.

Because you are Wyah.

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

Unlike any other Wyah—true Wyah.

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

The others subconsciously turned their heads.

Glover frowned, bit the bullet and said, Polite?

But 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, 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 Kevin Di Miss Er is playing hide-and-seek with couples...

Wyah remembered something and turned around abruptly, startling everyone.

What's wrong?

I remembered, 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.

Huai Ya'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 channels will he go through?

Miranda's eyes moved.

Not only that, when the wine merchant was killed before, it was this Kaguilei who took me and Arend to the prison for inspection, Glover said with a cold face, and he was eloquent, shirked responsibility, and told us the wine merchant He was hired by the enemy to kill him.

The defender won't 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'll report directly to His Highness Thales, Huai Ya nodded, Today is the selection for the Emerald Celebration, and Kaguile will be the Prince's guide as usual and accompany him throughout the journey.

I'm going to see Horror—Is Chief Mallos awake, Miranda mused. He needs to know about it.

On the other side, Glover showed a fierce look:

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

Wait! That police 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 noble people in private, this is the excellent biography of our guard wing—ahem, expertise, D.D carefully looked around, blinked his eyes, and showed an evil smile, Who is now? Still use sacks, listen to me, how about us, hey, plan, plan?

Plan plan.

Wyatt and Miranda looked at each other with weird expressions, but they still nodded.

Everyone stood up and performed their duties.

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

Each person has his own strengths. Zombie said succinctly.

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...

Glover's expression changed.

Hey, I didn't die at 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--

Eh? D.D's eyes widened.

what happened again?

you've 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 become better, and you have spoken more, even the sentences you speak are much longer?

What?

open, cheerful?

Glover was taken aback.

Also, 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!

snort!

He snorted angrily, slammed his fist on the table, 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, and Glover even raised his long sword.

An order from the flag officer of Fubi! Everyone, those who are on vacation will return to their posts 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 Kong Mutuo's security officer. 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!

Huai 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!

Konmuto was so anxious that everyone tensed up:

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 in an uproar, and the Jade Legion was dispatched—there is no time, so move quickly! Kong Mutuo added hastily.

Everyone started subconsciously, only Miranda frowned:

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

Because there are rumors of ulterior motives in the city!

Kongmuto 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.

There was silence in the room.

No way, 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?

Kongmuto let out a long sigh:

It's an old acquaintance, the special security officer sent by Kongming Palace to be in charge of His Royal Highness's security, the one who accompanied him all the time these days—

Everyone's breathing stagnates.

Kaguire.

Snapped!

The pie bag on the table fell to the floor.

I, I just now, 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—plan planning!