Early in the morning, when the newsboy dropped the newspaper outside the door of No. 117 Queen's Road, the door opened a crack, and a hand that looked a little black with too much body hair stretched out from the crack of the door, grabbed the newspaper and took it back. He closed the door as he went. The newspaper passed through the corridor and a door in the man's hand and was placed on the somewhat old dining table. There was still a layer of black putty on the bottom of the edge of the dining table, exuding a strange smell.
About ten minutes later, a young boy walked into the restaurant. He sat on a chair at the dining table. He picked up a newspaper rolled into a stick and unfolded it. The first page of the newspaper had black and bold fonts. We reported the most eye-catching things in Turnel City yesterday.
"Death of a Pervert"
It’s a very scary title. If you didn’t know better, you would think it must be a movie or a novel, not a newspaper. Du Lin nodded with satisfaction. The newspaper was very accurate. After saying thank you, he looked away from Du Fu, picked up the warm milk and took a sip. The unprocessed and skimmed milk is heated, evaporates some of the water, and becomes slightly concentrated. The mellow taste is fascinating.
His eyes began to read line by line.
"A murder occurred in our city late last night, but what was unpredictable was that the deceased was the real 'murderer', and the murderer was the victim. After reporters' tracking and interviews with police officers, we found out that this The truth about the murder. Morris, a gang member known as "Leather Pants Morris," died in a hotel room, and before his death, he brutally assaulted a female student... "
The entire report focused on conjecture and material collection around the death of Morris, including the information about the girl named Nasha who had been pulled out. She is not from Turnel, she just goes to school here. Her family was in the capital of the empire, her father was in business, her mother was ill, and Nasha, who had no one to care for her, was sent to the countryside of Tenel. If Morris' soul has not dissipated when he read this, he might sigh that this is reincarnation.
In short, Nasha killed someone and Maurice died.
More importantly, the murder scene that was full of mistakes was nothing like Nasha's voluntary disclosure in the newspaper. She didn't remember anything. Turnell City Prosecutor Domir also briefly discussed the murder case on the second page of the newspaper. In his opinion, Nasha obviously hid something, because the evidence collected from the murder scene, and the scene Judging from the situation, there should have been three people in the room at that time, not two.
Moreover, Prosecutor Domir also stated that even traumatic events cannot cause a person to completely lose their memory for a period of time. At the same time, judging from the way Morris died, it did not look like a girl who had just been raped. It can be made.
Therefore, Prosecutor Domir believed that Nasha lied about this matter, that she hid the most critical evidence, and believed that this may be a premeditated murder.
Du Lin threw the newspaper on the table casually. He had to admire Kevin. The title "famous lawyer" was indeed not called randomly. He knew exactly how Prosecutor Domir would react and think. No wonder there was no case in Tenel City that he couldn't win.
At that time, when Kevin revealed his plan, Du Lin felt that there was a certain risk, but looking at it now, this guy should have turned into a monster, right
Of course, spending one thousand yuan is to save worry, and the next thing is up to Kevin to do it himself. If he fails, his whole life will be ruined, which is why Dulin is relieved.
Looking at the time, it was almost eight o'clock. According to the plan, the 30,000 bottles of wine that belonged to him had already entered the temporary warehouse of the station. According to the agreement between him and the suppliers, he needed to pay the deposit first, and the more than two thousand yuan bottomed out in an instant. There was not much complaint about the three major suppliers who only gave a 10% deposit. After all, they were the ones begging Du Lin to buy their things. Even if they said they would sell half for half, they would not have anything to say.
Furthermore, for such a large-volume supply, it is normal to only give a deposit.
In this way, 30,000 bottles of wine silently entered the temporary warehouse of the station. Perhaps Du Lin, ten days ago, never thought that it would only take half a month to do such a big business.
That's a deal worth 100,000 yuan!
"Yes, okay, okay, lift it a little more... Okay, don't move!" Under Du Lin's command, the teenagers hoisted the accessories of the large distiller one by one and installed them one by one. They may not know what these things are, nor do they need to know what they are. It is enough to know that this thing is a good thing.
The warehouse was quickly built under the Golden Bullet Offensive. This kind of warehouse does not require any luxurious and high-end decoration. It only requires that it does not leak or draw in wind, and that the floor is one foot off the ground. Such a simple request was quickly completed with everyone's concerted efforts. After assembling these stills, low-alcohol wine can be brought in in batches and distilled into high-alcohol wine for sale.
Countless money was right in front of him, which made Du Lin full of energy.
After leading the teenagers from the hometown association to assemble the two distillers, Du Fu, who had been watching outside the door, walked in. He walked up to Du Lin and whispered a few words in Du Lin's ear. Du Lin wiped it with a towel. Wiping the dust on his hands, he ordered everyone to assemble the other distillers in the same way as the two ones just now. After that, he turned around and left the warehouse.
As the two walked, Dufo said, "Our people went to the passenger station to find out the whereabouts of Hu En's family. When they arrived at the local area, they arrested them. They came back just now, and they are now on the 10th.", he The No. 10 warehouse in question was the last warehouse. It was built just yesterday and has not been varnished yet.
Du Lin nodded, said well done, and stopped talking along the way.
When he gave Hu En 1,800 yuan, it was because he still had compassion in his heart. After all, he felt that a person should have some bottom line and kindness in his heart. He could have waited until Hu En was completely desperate before buying this ranch. Not only did he not need 1,800 yuan, but he also didn't need to pay another 1,000 yuan in consulting fees. His idea at the time was very simple, 1,800 yuan, and there should be some valuable things at home, so it wouldn't be difficult to get 200 yuan together, so there would be 2,000 yuan.
With two thousand yuan, whether it is borrowing from relatives or friends, it is not impossible to raise another two hundred yuan for ten or twenty yuan per person. He left a way out for the family and gave them their last hope, because he was not the person in the dream and could not be completely decisive all at once. But he never thought that it was his kindness that would cause him so much trouble.
So when he was about to see this family again, Du Lin's psychological dynamics were very complicated, and he couldn't tell what he was feeling. There was a little embarrassment, a little hatred, and a little confusion.
After pushing open the door of the warehouse, a unique smell of wood emanated from the warehouse. Bright light slowly shone into the warehouse, allowing Dulin to see the Hu En family tied together. His back was facing the sun, his entire face was hidden in shadow, and no one in the warehouse could see the expression on his face.
(End of chapter)