"Yes, my lord."
"Then the suicide note he left, are you sure it was written by himself?" Windsor Bello asked.
"The handwriting has been identified by experts, and it is indeed written by Guman."
Windsor Bello nodded and said, "Understood, is there anything else to add?"
"It is very strange that on the day the prosecutor committed suicide, his maid also committed suicide. The mistress Martha found it in the closet. According to Martha, there might be other people in their house at that time. Because She was locked in the room facing the dead body for most of the night, which made her mentally tortured."
"I see. Let me know if you find anything." Windsor Bello cut off the communication.
At this moment, Nuonuo got her little head out from behind the sofa.
Windsor Bello jumped off the sofa and walked towards the attic on the second floor: "Let Mirren come and see me later, hey, someone wants to start a war between us and the old party."
Nuonuo was startled, and hurried to contact Windsor Bello's adjutant.
Twenty minutes later, Mirren, who came to the apartment to report, saw Windsor Bello who had returned to his military uniform. Mirren saluted and said directly: "I have already asked Red Wolf for detailed information on the suicide of Inspector Guman."
"What do you think?" Windsor Bello tucked herself into the sofa and crossed her legs.
Mirren said in a deep voice: "I have already deliberated on the way when I came here. There are indeed many doubts about this matter. The first is the relationship between Guman and Sheng Disarmament. With the power and wealth of an administrative district prosecutor, I I don't think it is enough to support an armed mob. If Guman is a middleman, then I believe it more."
Windsor Bello nodded and said, "What about the second point?"
"Guman didn't commit suicide, but was murdered." Mirren said with wisdom in his eyes, "The prosecutor and his maid committed suicide together, and the hostess Martha confirmed that there were other people in the house that night. Obviously, someone killed him." The purpose is to get close to Guman. As for Guman’s suicide note, yes, it was identified as written by him. But there are many means or abilities that allow him to write this letter by himself. letter."
"The most important point is that the suicide note itself has many doubts. One of them is where Guman got the marshal's information. The source of his information may be the cause of his death."
Windsor Bello said happily: "It's about the same as I thought. I have to say that this guy is indeed beautifully arranged. Guman committed suicide, and the suicide note indicated that the Holy Disarmament was destroyed because of my relationship. Then, the person on Guman's head must be He will hold a grudge against me, so the hatred will be directed to our side. This guy is deliberately trying to start a war between us and the old party."
"However, the method is too naive." Windsor Bello shook his head and said, "No matter how you look at it, it looks like a Lai Bird who just debuted. With such a trick, there will be no movement from the old party. But I don't have that kind of trick yet. The virtue of being provocative and not fighting back, Mirren, you go and check Guman's information source. Let the red wolf dig hard for me, and I want to see which mouse is playing this trick with me."
"As you order, my lord." Mirren stood up and bowed.
Windsor Bello also jumped up from the sofa: "Let's go together, I have an appointment with Old Horn."
"The patriarch of Bethkind?" Mirren raised his brows, "It's for yours."
student? "
"Well, since I promised to be a teacher, I have to show something. Besides, the gift Horn prepared for me is really... Hehehe, I'm so sorry, I lost my composure."
Seeing the smile that could not be hidden from the corner of Windsor Bello's mouth, Mirren shook his head. Horn must have done what he liked, and he made generous moves, which made his adults feel happy. Considering Windsor Bello's personality that regards money as life, Mirren thought that Horn might give her a ton of gold directly. Those shiny metals can impress Windsor Bello more than pure currency numbers.
At some point, this woman had dragon-like traits.
Arthur's eyes were also illuminated by countless bright and fragmented pieces of light.
Of course, it was not gold that illuminated his eyes, but the light refracted by the winter snow all over the ground. He is seriously building a snowman, which was one of his favorite things to do as a child. Of course, the snowman made by Arthur is definitely not that simple. Often there are other gadgets added to it, enough to make his brothers and sisters frightened and angry.
And now, the snowman is just a snowman, and Arthur will not add anything to it. What was a prank of the hour has now morphed into something else.
"Master, are you looking for me?"
There was a girl's voice behind him, and Arthur stuck a branch into the snowman, clapped his hands and stood up. Turning around to look at the young girl with brown hair, Arthur smiled softly.
Seeing his smile, Nana shuddered. Not because of the cold, but because of Arthur's smile. Those who knew him well knew that the softer Arthur smiled, the angrier he felt inside.
She didn't know where she was annoying Arthur.
"Dear Nana, come here." Arthur waved, his voice soft.
Nana resisted the urge to turn around and run, rubbing the corners of her clothes with both hands, and walked over with her head down. Arthur stretched out his hand to gently sweep her bangs, and his fingers slid down her smooth cheeks: "Maybe I didn't say it clearly before, otherwise how could you let Guman leave such stupid things as suicide notes. Especially there are still It mentioned our respected Marshal Windsor Bellow, hehe, this is not a suicide note. It is a gauntlet to stir up disputes between the old and new parties."
Arthur's fingertips were icy cold, which made Nana's skin crawl. Especially if it falls into the neck fossa, it has not yet been retracted. Instead, she picked it up and snapped the buttons of the inner lining, and a gust of cold wind immediately rolled into the clothes along the neckline, making Nana tremble even more.
"Didn't the young master say that the conflict between the old and the new is good for us?" Nana forced a smile: "So I think, maybe we can use Guman to make a fuss."
"So I blamed you wrong?" Arthur continued to move his hand down, under his seemingly gentle fingers. The shirt, buttons, and the sweater over the outer cover seemed to be torn apart by an invisible pair of scissors, exposing Nana's smooth skin to the cold air little by little.
"You know? Nana, you shouldn't do that. The new party and the old party are like a chess game. Unfortunately, this game is very big. It's so big that we can't even intervene with our current strength. Even those who stay in the chess game The edge is also very reluctant. But look, you actually tried to insert one hand directly into the core of the chess game. The hand is too long, be careful not to retract it." Arthur's smile became more and more gentle: "Look at you at Guman's house All this, you left behind his wife, Martha.
Na, you are still too kind. And kindness is precisely the last thing people like us want. "
She swung her hand down vigorously, and with a bang, the inner and outer clothes on Nana's body were torn apart. As soon as the wind blows, most of the upper body is buried in the cold air. She bit her lips tightly, forcing herself not to cover her clothes, and let the cold wind blow on the sensitive areas of her body.
"Master, I know I was wrong."
"It's good to know. I thought you did things to make people feel at ease, but now I have to deal with the aftermath." Arthur shook his head and said, "Remember, this is the last chance I will give you. We don't need mercy, but You also have to know how to restrain yourself. I think you can see what happened to Kodov if you couldn’t restrain yourself.”
Nana was still standing in the snow until Arthur left. She wasn't sure Arthur's punishment was over until someone brought a coat to cover her with.
Two days later, Mirren found a woman's body in a dilapidated house on Black Street.
After Red Wolf received the order, he quickly found out that the source of Guman's news came from the black street. Afterwards, an intelligence dealer confessed one of his clients. No matter how ignorant they were, the people in the underworld would not want to offend a behemoth like the Sirius Legion. When the woman named "Stirina" was found, she had already turned into a corpse.
The woman committed suicide, and the gun in her hand and the bullet casings on the ground explained everything. Mirren certainly didn't even need a ballistics test to confirm this. And it can be concluded that this is not the real Stirina. Because when the red wolf investigated the deceased, they found that all relevant information had been processed, and they could not find any clues.
The other party did it very cleanly, and because it was too clean, Mirren must have died as a scapegoat.
When he replied to Windsor Bello, he only said one sentence: "The mouse hid back in the sewer."
"Understood, come back, don't worry about that mouse for the time being. Oh, by the way, warn those guys in the black street, if you dare to sell information about me in the future, let them figure it out."
After finishing the communication, Windsor Bello looked distressedly at the few dresses sent by Nuonuo. To choose one of these to attend Bethkind's banquet would trouble the Marshal far more than the mouse.
In addition to Windsor Bello, there is also Allen who has the same trouble.
At this moment, he was in his own wing tower house in the Ugar Castle. Before, he looked at a huge living space, but now it seemed crowded. Especially after Tonisf squeezed in with his image design team, Allen could only silently watch the sofa, long table, potted plants and other furnishings in the living room being moved to the corner. Then it is filled with hangers, mirrors and draping tools.
To be honest, it was a pleasure to see Tonisf again. But when the demon second lieutenant hugged and touched, and almost let his lipsticked lips touch his face, Allen had the urge to reach out and touch the demon to salute. Fortunately, Tonisov's work ethic outweighed his perverted hobbies, which saved his own life at the same time.
But in the next few days, Allen saw the second lieutenant's paranoia, and he could even struggle with the style and pattern of a bow tie for a long time. After staying in the wing tower for two days, Allen felt more tired than participating in a series of battles.
After three days of such busy work, Beth Keld's dinner was finally held as scheduled.
(end of this chapter)