The lid was slowly pushed open, and a head that had lost its blood color was surrounded by fresh flowers of various colors. There was a hole on the forehead, and a flower was inserted in the hole. This flower was light pink and more beautiful than Other flowers are more eye-catching and more special.
It could be seen that Mr. Todd's former secretary was shot to death from the back of the head. The young man who opened the box was shocked by the strange scene and retreated as if he had seen an evil spirit. took several steps. When he calmed down a little, he turned around with some shame and looked up at Mr. Todd on the balcony, asking him if he should throw this thing away.
Mr. Todd did not show any expression of fear, only a look of deep disgust on his face. He waved his hand and had the head reassembled and then sent to the cemetery in Namirinds for burial.
Many years ago, Mr. Todd executed some people for Earl Lindes. Some people were executed on the gallows. These people often had some social status. During the period of aristocratic rule, hanging was actually a symbol. status punishment. As for ordinary people, they were all beheaded.
To this day, he can't forget the moment when he gave the order and the executioner raised his axe, then chopped it down hard. The blood flew out of his head, exploding into a bloody flower, the moment when everything in his life returned to zero. All his ambitions started from that moment. He was not willing to let others control his own destiny. He wanted to be the one who controlled the destiny of others.
With a dark face, he turned around and walked into the room, stood on the balcony and lit a cigarette. In his position, there are not many opportunities to smoke anymore. Most of the time, he consumes Paradise, a stress-relieving product favored by the upper class. He needs cigarettes now, he doesn't want happiness.
Dulin killed his former secretary, which means that Dulin may have known that the fake tokens came from him. He thought about it and found that there was basically no evidence left in the whole matter. The contact between him and his former secretary was all through phone calls, without any written documents. Therefore, Dulin could not have any substantive evidence to accuse himself. The only thing that made him uncertain was how big Dulin planned to make this farce.
It was obvious that he could sit down and negotiate something, but it made him smell blood all over the world.
He hesitated for a while, then picked up the phone and called Louis. After the death of the former secretary, there was another person deeply involved, his illegitimate son Louis. He had no feelings for Louis, as if he was a superior and a subordinate rather than a father and son.
"I'm Todd."
When Louis heard the familiar yet unfamiliar voice in the receiver, he thought he had heard it wrong. When did this "father" take the initiative to call him? He would ask his former secretary to tell him almost everything, and he never bothered to call him personally. He immediately sat upright, a little humble, just as Mr. Todd treated Louis as a subordinate, Louis treated Mr. Todd as his boss.
"Mr. Mayor, what are your orders?", he worded his words carefully. Everything he has today comes from this man. He is no longer the same person he was when he was a child. He does not hate his biological father at all, as long as he can make his life better. , he felt that things like dignity and stance could be temporarily abandoned.
Todd didn't talk nonsense to him and made it clear, "Leave Namirinds immediately and go alone to the west. I have friends over there." Before Louis could ask why, Mr. Todd hung up the phone. . He looked at the receiver in his hand and was a little confused, but he was used to following orders and immediately started to pack his things.
Some change, probably a few hundred yuan, a few pieces of clothing and two gold bars as thick as two fingers. He hid the gold bars in the middle of his travel bag. If he encountered an accident, these two gold bars would become his life-saving money. He ignored the woman on the bed who had already taken off half of her clothes. He opened the cabinet and took out two pistols. Pinned one to the waist and put another into the pocket of the jacket.
He could hear the impatience in Mr. Todd's words, so he had to race against time.
Before leaving the room, he looked back at the clock on the wall, four fifty-eight.
At 5:30 in the evening, there will be a train heading west, and there is still time. He rushed out of the door and pushed his way into the elevator. Then he quickly rushed to the street and got into the car parked outside the apartment building. In a panic, he took out the key, inserted it into the keyhole and twisted the key. , when the car trembled slightly and the sound of steam exhaust could be faintly heard, he put his feet on the power cabin pedal.
The harsh sound of brakes in his ears caused him to pause for a moment. A car parked diagonally in front of his car, blocking his way, and another car parked side by side with him. Louis leaned his upper body out of the car window with some irritation and made a very uncivilized gesture, "Shit, you have to wait for me to get out to grab the parking space, right?"
He lives in a downtown area with few parking spaces. Unlike his biological father and those wealthy people, he is not used to living in those quiet high-end neighborhoods. He prefers these apartments in the center of Namirindes. Going out from the building is the city center and the downtown area. He can enjoy the life he likes anytime and anywhere. He loves it here.
The apartment management company also provides room service like a hotel. You only need to put valuables in the storage room where the residents have the key. When leaving, hang the cleaning sign on the door handle and give the spare key to a guest. At the service desk on the first floor, the service staff will clean every inch of the room for him and take the clothes in the cleaning bag for cleaning.
Of course, these services all cost money, ten yuan a month. This is perfect for a lazy guy like him.
The next second, two gun barrels were poked out of the car window, and the continuous spray of steam instantly blurred the vision between each other. Louis subconsciously stepped on the power pedal, and the car lurched forward. His whole body shook backwards, and the car stopped again.
He lowered his head, looking at the dense bullet holes on his chest, and touched his neck, which had been shot through. Blood stained his palms, and life was quickly leaving him. From the corner of his eye, he saw a guy wearing a windbreaker, a hat and sunglasses get out of the car and throw a bag of silvery things into the car. He recognized those things, which were the tokens he made during this period, tokens with a denomination of 500 yuan.
In the last few seconds of his life, when his vision had become dim and even his breathing seemed to be absent, he heard a sentence.
"Herr Dühring asked me to say hello to you!"
Several murders suddenly broke out in this city. The entire police station was extremely busy, and the operators in the lobby hardly rested for even a minute. As soon as the phone was put down, the ringing sounded again.
Either here someone was stabbed in the street, or there a house burned down, or someone's wallet was snatched away by a couple of young men. The city, which had been quiet for almost a week, suddenly became lively on the last night of the week, as if these people had agreed to commit a crime collectively on this day and at this time. There is a constant flow of police cars carrying officers out of the police station. The number of police officers in the police station on weekends, which itself is not very large, is even less now.
In addition to some clerks and operators, there were only six or seven police officers stationed at their inseparable posts.
At this time, a young man wearing a postman's uniform came in carrying a handbag. He wore a peaked cap with a low brim, but the postman could still be seen clearly from the front desk operator's perspective. He was handsome, was the operator's first and only thought.
"Hello, beautiful lady, there is a mail package here for...", the young postman looked at the information on the handbag, "It is for the police chief, and he is required to sign for it personally."
Originally, the postman's work was over. The operator would notify the police chief and she would sign on her behalf. But just when she was about to say something, the phone rang again. She smiled apologetically and picked up the phone.
The postman pointed to the closed door on one side. The operator hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded. She was really busy, and the young man didn't look like a bad person.
The young man smiled at her, making her feel her cheeks heat up.
At this time, the police chief was busy making phone calls. Various emergencies were constantly occurring in the city, which had affected the normal lives of residents. Complaint calls continued to come to the police station, and even the State Police Investigation Bureau. His superiors are looking for an explanation as to why so many cases are suddenly popping up in Namirinds.
At this time, there was a knock on the door. He covered the phone and said, "Come in." Then he watched with some surprise a postman walking in carrying a handbag. He quickly didn't pay attention to the young postman, but stood up, stood sideways by the window, looked at the scenery outside the window, and explained something in a low voice.
He saw the young man take out a slip and a pen and motioned for him to sign. The moment he walked over, picked up the pen, lowered his head and placed the pen where the postman pointed, the receiver in his hand suddenly fell to the ground. He slowly raised his hands, maintaining a bent posture, and a lot of sweat suddenly appeared on his smooth forehead.
"Herr Dühring asked me to say hello to you!"
The young postman had a gun in his hand and pointed it at his head.
The next moment, there was a soft bang, and the police chief leaned heavily on the table, and then slid to the bottom of the table.
The young man took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood stains on his chest, then straightened his hat. He poured the silver-white tokens with five denominations in his handbag onto the dead police chief, and left calmly. police station.
(End of chapter)