Guman took out the paper and pen. In this era, paper-based letters are already a very ancient means of communication. But you can't deny that sometimes it's more secure than email. Even encrypted emails can always be intercepted and cracked by someone with a heart. As far as Guman knows, there are at least three or four intelligence agencies in Babylon that can easily do this. They monitor the electronic information of the entire Babylon day and night, and filter out what they need.
Guman didn't want his letters to appear on the brain screens of those people. He spread out the paper and was about to write the first word. Suddenly there was a scream outside, the voice sounded like his wife Martha! Guman frowned, and wanted to help the case, but suddenly felt that he couldn't move. He was very surprised, and then saw his hand raised, and began to write a few words on the paper: suicide note!
His pupils dilated, his heart continued to speed up, and he could almost hear the sound of blood rushing through his body in his ears. He wanted to scream, God, this is not what I want to write! What is going on
Guman's shadow on the ground flitted across a pattern of light from time to time, which looked like an electronic circuit.
Martha sat down on the floor, looking at the body that had slid from the closet to the floor. The body was stripped naked, but there was no doubt that it was Willy the maid! Martha couldn't imagine what was going on in her own home, and Willie seemed to be strangling himself to death, holding his throat with his own hand. But God, how can there be such a terrible way to die in this world
"Guman!" Martha called her husband's name, and she retreated to the door again and again. He reached out to open the door, but the door didn't budge. She patted hard and shouted, "Who is it? Open the door quickly."
Outside the door, the young maid who handed Guman a bathrobe took out a candy out of nowhere, threw it into her mouth and chewed it. While chewing, the millet-haired girl said softly: "For your own sake, madam, just stay in the room."
Ignoring the cries from the room, the maid walked back to Guman's study: "It should be almost there."
She pulled up her sleeve, and on the girl's left arm, a dark purple engraved pattern was emitting the fluorescent light of the source force. This is a demon pattern with teeth and claws, but the demon has no texture, the body and other parts are all in darkness, and only two eyes are shining red. Shadow Demon, this is the name of the engraving. As its name suggests, its ability is to control shadows.
Pushing away the study, Guman was writing hard. But his situation was so weird that the prosecutor raised his head and looked at the young maid in horror. But his hand never stopped, and in an instant, a full page of suicide note had been written. At this time, Guman finally saw the engravings on the girl's arm with purple fluorescent light, and suddenly realized and shouted: "Is it you? You asked me to do this? I order you to stop immediately!"
"Sorry, you are not my boss." The girl chewed the candy and snapped her fingers.
Guman saw himself put down the pen, and then reached for the drawer. Opening the drawer, he watched as he fished out a revolver/gun from the drawer, and held the muzzle down against his chin.
"No, no, no, I don't want to die. I'll give you whatever you want, please stop! Stop!"
But the maid shrugged, spread her hands with a helpless expression, and left the study. Not long after she walked out of the study, a gunshot rang out in Guman's study!
boom.
The engine of the transportation spaceship spewed out blue flames, and the hull shook slightly, and began to float into the air. Because of this shock, Alan's attention returned from his own thoughts to reality. He spent the night in the attic of Father Miro's chapel last night. Miro swore that it was the place where his father once lived. But in that attic, Allen couldn't find the slightest feeling.
Except that it was narrow enough to remind him of the room in the tin house in the old Gobi town.
Allen thought that through Father Miro, he could figure out what kind of person his father Archimedes was. Now, the problem has become more complicated. If, as the priest said, the father left his mother and son to protect them. How to fulfill Lan Ni's dying words? Could he still be hard-hearted and send the dagger into that man's chest
It's just that Allen couldn't be sure whether that man was really as good as Father Miro said.
Regarding this point, the only way to find Archimedes... No, maybe even if we meet, we won't be able to figure it out.
Allen shook his head helplessly. The matter about his father was far more complicated than anything he had encountered before. No matter what, he wanted to find Archimedes, and he wanted to personally hear from that man why he left his mother behind.
After more than five hours of sailing, the spaceship finally arrived at Babylon's Statue of Liberty Port at around three o'clock in the afternoon. Butler Haixin received the news early in the morning and sent a speeding car to wait for him at the port. The flying car directly sent Alan back to the Ugal Castle, and when he got off the flying car, Alan met Butler Haixin. He asked the housekeeper how to go through the formalities of Father Miro's moving to Babylon, and Haixin walked with him, saying, "Master, these are trivial matters. I will let someone handle them for you. Now you have two major matters to deal with." .”
"Big thing?" Allen looked at Heissing puzzledly.
"The first thing, after Marshal Windsor Bello came back the day before yesterday, he sent the news through the media that you passed the final assessment and became her only direct student; the second thing is that the family elders have officially accepted you into the Family heir sequence." The old butler smiled gently: "I have to congratulate you, young master, you have officially entered this family and the inner circle of Babylon. Of course, this is just the beginning. But before you move on, what the master means is , planning to hold a banquet for you in three days."
"Is there still a banquet?" Allen felt that this move was a bit big, especially since the banquet was held for him.
"This is very necessary. Whether you are one of Beth Keld's heirs or you are a student of Marshal Windsor Bello, you need an opportunity to announce it publicly. And taking this opportunity, the master will introduce more people Let me know you. In short, the time of the banquet has been set. As the protagonist of the banquet, the master hopes that you will attend the banquet with the most perfect image." Hai Xin said with a smile: "So during these three days, please be sure to Don’t go anywhere, just stay in the castle. I will arrange a few masters to design the packaging for you. Oh, there is an acquaintance of yours here.”
"who?"
"Second Lieutenant Tonisf, he is the military's image consultant, and he is a master in this regard." Haixin said.
Allen shuddered suddenly.
Back at the residence, I turned on the TV, and a piece of news happened to be playing. The protagonist of the news was Allen himself, but it was Windsor Bello who announced the results of the final assessment to the public. also watching
Apart from Alan, there are other people involved in this news. This includes Weber.
Weber shut himself in the room.
The door is closed and the curtains drawn. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of pants, and was sitting on the edge of the bed watching the news on TV. The beautiful figure of Windsor Bello flashed in the news, and Weber suddenly panted heavily, grabbed a pillow from his bed angrily, and then tore it apart forcefully, causing the fluff in the pillow to fly all over the floor.
"Windsor Bello!" Weber repeated the name. It was all this woman who made him, who had a bright future, fall all the way down in the ranks of heirs of the family. The family placed high hopes on him and allocated a large amount of resources to his name, which made Weber think that he was about to get in touch with the core of power in the family.
If the assessment hadn't been messed up, at this moment, he should have been busy entertaining congratulations from people from all walks of life. Naturally, it is a different situation now, he let the family down. The family's investment does not get any return on him, and the most direct consequence is that it will be difficult to get reused in the future.
After all, in a big family, Weber is not yet the most outstanding person.
** There was a soft sound, and a purple-haired woman emerged from the bed. She struggled to get out of bed, Weber's conquest on her body was too intense today, and she couldn't stand it. Wei Bo turned his head when he heard the sound, his eyes were red, and he threw himself back into bed with a low growl.
A woman might be happy if it were any other time. But now, Wei Bo's appearance frightened her. She tried to escape out of bed, but Weber had already caught her, and a new battle began. Hearing the woman crying and begging for mercy under him, Weber's anger was a little bit vented. If you look closely, this woman is slightly similar to Windsor Bello.
Windsor Bello sneezed heavily on the sofa in her apartment. She frowned, her golden eyes flickering with murderous intent: "Someone must have bad thoughts about me!"
"Miss, Red Wolf is online." The maid Nuonuo reminded.
"Oh." Windsor Bello trimmed her nails and said casually: "Just now you said that a surface prosecutor in an administrative district committed suicide by swallowing a gun at home?"
"Yes my lord."
"What does the death of a prosecutor have to do with me? Do you want to bother me for such a trivial matter? Miss Ben's time is precious!" Windsor Bello reprimanded loudly.
Nuonuo lowered her head, thinking to herself that you spend all your time drinking and cutting your nails, where is your preciousness
In the communication channel, the intelligence officer who was reporting to Windsor Bello said awkwardly: "I'm sorry, my lord. Because in the suicide note of the deceased, it mentioned about your assessment and the holy disarmament. I thought that I might tell you, In that case, the subordinates will not bother you..."
But Windsor Bello jumped up: "Wait, what assessment are you talking about? And Saint Disarmament, is it the armed rioters in the third district?"
"Yes, my lord, according to the Guman inspector himself. The Holy Disarmament Department is an illegal armed force he has devoted himself to cultivating. He thought it would make a difference. Unexpectedly, you selected it as the test object for assessing the students' ability, so that the entire army Annihilated. He was disheartened, so he chose to commit suicide... "
Windsor Bello's purple hair suddenly fluttered, and Nuonuo quickly supported her head and lowered her body, almost getting under the sofa. Slightly refraining from murderous intent, Windsor Bello laughed: "You said earlier that this Guman is a member of the old party?"
(end of this chapter)