"Is this... is this the Otis City Hall?" A dusty postman appeared outside the Otis City Hall pushing a bicycle with twisted wheels. Some of his clothes were worn out. The opening has a thick layer of putty on it. His hair looked like it hadn't been repaired for a long time, and he found a straw pole and tied it together casually.
It was already mid-December, and the weather in the north was much colder than in the south. His whole body was shivering from the cold, and his lips were slightly purple.
Looking at this guy who seemed to be able to play with eggs anytime and anywhere, several passers-by avoided him and walked away. They didn't want to cause any trouble. On the contrary, two young tourists who came to visit told the postman that this was the city hall of Odis.
Soon, Du Lin told the guard that a postman had delivered something to him and that he had to hand it over to him. He asked him if he should come down and take a look, or if he should just put the thing in the guard box.
At this moment, Dulin recalled from a corner of his memory the time he had a phone call with Mr. Kesma last month. Mr. Kesma said that he had already taught the postman something, but he didn't expect it to come now. He frowned and told the guard that he would be leaving soon. The empire's postal system was really bad. Things that could be delivered in a few days were delayed for a month, which made Du Lin feel a little angry.
But when he saw the postman, all his unhappiness disappeared, because he knew this postman, he was the only postman in Alfalfa Town. When he was a child, he called him Mr. "Racing" because Mr. Racing said You can ride a bicycle faster than a car. When he grew up, Dulin called him his real name, Mr. Sisi.
"Uncle Sisi... why are you here?" Du Lin immediately greeted him. While asking for two thicker clothes and hot water, he invited Mr. Sisi into a small meeting room on the first floor. In the guest room. After letting Sisi put on his clothes and giving him a glass of hot water in his hand, his look that looked like he was about to be doomed finally calmed down.
"If you need anything, you can call me..." Before Dulin could finish his sentence, he saw a box. This box might be the only well-preserved thing on him and in his car. There is no doubt that this must be Kes That's what Mr. Ma said. Du Lin was a little dumbfounded, "If you just send something, you can send it to the post office in Tener. Why did you send it here yourself?"
Sisi smiled honestly, "Because when Mr. Kesma delivered the things to me, he told me that I must hand them over to you personally. This matter is very important to me, so I came here in person." He turned back and glanced through the window at the bicycle on the edge of the square that was not even worth repairing. "If I hadn't fallen while walking at night on the Lingu side, I should have been able to come here a few days earlier."
When he looked back at the bicycle, Dulin, who was sitting opposite him, also saw the bicycle. He originally thought there was something wrong with Mr. Sisi's mind, but he understood it in an instant.
Sisi has no problem, he has a "mission".
Dulin didn't know how many followers and companions Mr. Kesma had in Alfalfa Town. Now it seems that Keena's father Leighton is obviously one, and the always drunk Sheriff is one, and there are also There won't be anyone else? Perhaps Mr. Sisi in front of him is also one of them, so he habitually obeys Mr. Kesma's every request, even if this request is a bit... stupid in Dulin's opinion.
Although this is a very stupid thing, Mr. Sisi rode his bicycle from the southwestern border of the empire to the hinterland of the empire for Mr. Kesma’s words of “hand it to him.” This kind of persistence and spirit really make people feel Respect.
Sisi used to be the child of a slave of a wealthy merchant, but was later rescued by Mr. Kesma. He has been helping Mr. Kesma deliver provocative "ultimatums", and he has always been able to complete the task well. Once, Sisi was caught while delivering a letter representing the organization. However, the nobles saw that he was dressed like a postman and thought he might just be an innocent person, so they temporarily imprisoned him.
Miraculously, he escaped, stole the letter from the local lord's study, placed it on the table in the living room, and then left the city.
He is a very serious person and a trustworthy person.
"Can you drive?" Dulin asked after watching Sisi put the box from his hand to his own in a very ritualistic manner.
Sisi nodded, "I know a little bit, as long as it's about transportation, I know a little bit."
It can be seen that what he said in his mouth is a little bit modest. After all, being able to ride a bicycle for nearly a thousand kilometers and being able to come to Odis City alive is more than just knowing a little bit.
"I have an extra car here. Help me give it to Mason. He needs this now." As soon as Dulin finished speaking, Sisi stood up and seemed ready to set off immediately. Dulin immediately took his arm, " You should rest for a few days, walk around and have fun here, and then go back in a few days, don’t be in a hurry.”
After asking Dove to arrange a place for Sisi to stay next to his villa, Dulin returned to the study with the things Mr. Kesma gave him and closed the door.
Du Fu saw Du Lin's rare seriousness and immediately came over. Du Lin looked at him and he looked at Du Lin.
"Open the box..." Dulin pointed to the box wrapped in canvas.
Dufo immediately turned around to find the knife for cutting the envelope. He tried it but couldn't cut it. Canvas is not paper. This kind of canvas is not only difficult to cut, but also has a certain waterproof function. Seeing that Du Fu couldn't find a sharp knife after searching for a long time, Du Lin pointed at his finger and made a gesture.
He suddenly woke up and touched the box with his palm, causing a tear in the canvas jacket. Dulin took out a wooden box. After opening the lid, it was filled with white cotton. It should be a fragile item, at least that's what Dulin thought. His hand scratched inside and touched something cold. After slowly taking it out, he realized it was a white mask.
The lines of the mask are a bit grotesque, giving the impression that there is a hint of madness hidden in the comedy. There is a dark red pattern between the eyebrows of the mask, with a semicircle pointing upward. There are nine red dots above the semicircle, just like the sun that has just poked half of its face out of the sea level.
Dulin immediately understood that this was Mr. Kesma's mask, the mask of Bloody Dawn. He handed the mask to Dufo and looked at the box. There was also a letter in the box. Mr. Xinlixma not only choreographed a "drama" for Dulin, but also wrote some lines that he felt a little embarrassed to speak. With his current emotional intelligence and experience, how could he not see that Mr. Kesma wanted to borrow his hand... Dulin couldn't find an accurate word to describe what he wanted to say, pretentious.
Mr. Kesma couldn't bear to see a treacherous philistine like Memnon showing off to him after he became a master. This is what he said in the letter. In fact, Memnon's contact with Mr. Kesma was not showing off in any way. Somewhat apprehensive. After the ambush, Mr. Xma was depressed for a period of time, and then just after the new party overthrew the rule of the nobles, Mr. Xma disbanded the Bloody Dawn.
But Memnon reunited the group and became its leader. These people used to be Mr. Kesma's subordinates. Although it makes sense for him to take the initiative to recruit these people under his own control, it seems to be a bit wrong in terms of logic. So he wrote a letter to greet Mr. Kesma, expressed his respect, and told the matter.
In Mr. Kesma's opinion, this is showing off, shameless showing off, and he also plans to kidnap little Mr. Kesma, so he has already drawn a huge ×× in Mr. Kesma's heart.
He asked Dulin to wear this mask at the moment before killing Memnon, and then said a dialogue that made Dulin feel very embarrassed - the sun will always rise, and tonight, use your blood to kick off the dawn. !
This sentence would probably be good if put on a stage play, but to say it myself while wearing such a mask... it always feels a bit awkward.
"Is this an antique?" Du Fu turned over and looked at the mask in his hand carefully, and weighed it a little.
Du Lin took the mask back and put it on his face. Looking out through the eye holes was somewhat different from looking directly at it. The craftsmanship of making this thing is not simple!
He quickly took off the mask, put it back into the box and locked it in the safe. "It can be said to be an antique, or it can be said to be an era. I believe many people will be interested in it! Don't reveal this matter. Get out or we might get into some trouble."
Bloody Dawn killed many nobles in those years, and these nobles also had friends and relatives. Those nobles in the past are still nobles now. Times seem to have progressed, but it seems like nothing has changed! They might avenge their loved ones, or they might not, but that's always a problem, isn't it
Less than 120 kilometers away from Dulin, Anpu put the tokens in his hand back into the evidence bag. He took off his gloves and recorded something in the notebook next to him. After careful inspection and verification, he found that all the tokens found at the crime scene were counterfeit. They looked no different from the tokens circulating in Otis City, but there were still slight changes in the details, and more importantly, their composition. completely different.
This also exactly explains why they died, because they violated Du Lin's interests. How could a person like Du Lin, who was like a poisonous snake, let them go.
An Pu has personally verified this. Starting from the Tenel Gold Robbery, all those who committed Du Lin's crimes and planned or have harmed him have become history.
This group is no exception and has become a new addition to the wall of the Order of Dühring.
(End of chapter)