Inspector Chikafu stared at Richard who turned around with his dark red turbid eyes. He did not immediately ask the question, but muttered.
"Wizard Richard! You know, as an inspector, I have a code name among my companions, and that is Hound. This name may not sound very nice, but I like it very much because it fully embodies who I am. Characteristics - keen sense of smell.
I have an amazing ability to judge some unknown things and can determine the truth in advance. So, on six previous occasions, I had identified major vulnerabilities that parts of the organization had overlooked and eliminated them before serious damage was done.
Previously, while exploring your mine, this ability of mine began to take effect. Although I have not found direct evidence that you have harmed the organization, walking on the land of the mine and breathing the air in the mine, I can confirm that there is definitely something wrong with you. It was like this six times before, and it will definitely not go wrong this seventh time.
I asked you two questions just now, and you answered them very well, without revealing any flaws, and even made me speechless. I admit that you are very good, and you may have even expected this situation today and made some preparations.
However, that's it, everything ends here. Even though you have answered many of my questions and explained all my doubts, there is one thing that you still lack an answer for. That is, why do you value this mineral powder? "
"Bang bang!"
Chekhov slapped the lead box on the table hard twice, making a dull sound.
"You said you don't know what this mineral powder is? Well, I believe you. But since you don't know what it is and what its specific uses are, why do you still keep a close guard on it? Why do you still go to such great lengths to mine such Many, stored in secret underground warehouses
If you only want to make a profit, then mining ordinary ores is enough. With your 'Fire Thunder' and 'Railway Mine Cart', over time, it will be possible to control most of the ore circulation in the Southern Free Federation.
Under this premise, why do you still have to go through the thankless task of mining ores that you don’t understand the details of? Under this premise, why would you do such an unreasonable thing? "
"Snapped!"
Chikafu put his hands on the table, slowly arched his waist, leaned forward, and locked his eyes on Richard, just like a real hound locking its prey.
The turbid gas with temperature spurted out from the mouth, and the voice with a chilling tone echoed in the conference room.
"Wizard Richard, I believe that there is only one explanation for this matter, and that is: you actually know what this ore is, and you actually know what this ore is used for. Everything you said before was indeed true. , but you have hidden the most critical point. And this point is enough to reverse the entire incident.
right! What I said is not wrong! Actually, you know what this ore is used for, so now tell me what it is used for! "
After hearing what Chekhov said, Rommel touched his chin, remained silent, and looked at Richard with a puzzled expression.
After listening to Chekhov's words, Kanon frowned and fell into thinking. His face did not show much, and he followed Rommel to look at Richard.
The wizards who were about to walk out of the conference room had stopped and looked at Richard, waiting for Richard's answer. Some of them had shaken their previous ideas and began to think that Richard was suspicious.
After being stopped, Richard turned around and stood there without moving. After listening to Chekhov's long words quietly, he nodded slightly, and quickly glanced at the supervisor Rommel and the steward Canon. Finally, his eyes fell on the somewhat ferocious Chekhov, and he suddenly chuckled.
His lips opened and closed, and his voice came out: "Inspector Chekraft, I have to say that you are really wise. I have to admit that you are actually right. I know what the ore is used for. Its greatest use is that it can be used Create a powerful and deadly weapon capable of unleashing terrifying power.
I plan to use this weapon to destroy a city and kill 270,000 people living in the city, 132 nobles, and... a fourteen-year-old pregnant girl. "
Everyone in the conference room couldn't help but be stunned after hearing Richard's answer, including Steward Rommel, who all raised their eyebrows.
Because what Richard said was too shocking, too exaggerated, and even too nonsensical.
"A fourteen-year-old pregnant girl?" Chekafu frowned and asked, "What does this have to do with a fourteen-year-old pregnant girl?"
In a sense, this can be regarded as asking everyone's doubts.
After hearing this, Richard smiled again, his smile looking a little wild.
Looking at Richard's smile, Chikafu frowned deeply, subconsciously feeling that something was wrong, as if he had fallen into some kind of trap. But he couldn't figure out what this trap was, so he couldn't help but said: "Why are you laughing?!"
At this time, Richard stopped laughing, his expression slowly calmed down, and he became extremely serious.
Richard looked into Chekhov's eyes and said in a cold voice: "Inspector Chekhov, why do you think I'm laughing? I want to kill a total of 270,000 people. You don't care why. I said I want to kill. You are curious about the death of a fourteen-year-old pregnant girl. Is it possible that, in your eyes, a fourteen-year-old pregnant girl is more important than 270,000 people? Is it possible that, in your eyes, the death of a fourteen-year-old pregnant girl is more important than 270,000 people? Are things more worthy of concern than the lives and deaths of 270,000 people?"
"Nonsense, I didn't mean that!" Chikafu yelled, "I'm just wondering why you said such a thing. No matter who it was, he brought up a fourteen-year-old pregnant girl alone with a hundred and thirty-year-old girl. Twelve nobles and 270,000 people standing side by side would be surprised, right?"
There was silence in the conference room, but many people nodded in their hearts and agreed with Chikafu's statement.
They were really curious about how a fourteen-year-old pregnant girl provoked Richard, and how he provoked Richard to go to great lengths to kill her, even at the risk of destroying a city.
Could it be that the fourteen-year-old pregnant girl had some kind of special relationship with Richard, which caused Richard to hate him out of love...
After thinking about it, everyone started to think a little too much. They looked at each other and exchanged glances with weird expressions.
At this time, Richard spoke up.
"Okay, Inspector Chekhov, let me tell you why I say that. You know, my mine is like a city. Currently, in my mine, the warehouse stores a total of 27 Thousands of kilograms of ore are divided into one hundred and thirty-two different types. And the ore you have been struggling with is just one of them. Yes, one!"
Everyone in the conference room suddenly showed expressions of realization.
Supervisor Rommel blinked, and Steward Canon turned to look at Chekhov, who saw his expression darken.