By the time Ye Qingxuan's carriage arrived, the Tower of Judgment had been broken into two pieces.
The flames had been extinguished, and thick smoke billowed out, then dissipated in the summoned hurricane.
The half-broken tower collapsed to the ground, crushed the wall, and fell into a certain department building, like a sharp sword, splitting a building into two.
The Knights Templar had been ordered into the city and cordoned off the entire place.
In order to prevent unrest, the cult even dispatched a detachment of gospel armors. Sixteen gospel armors hung high in the sky, sighing that the swords were stained red with blood.
The chaos was forcibly suppressed before it sprouted, but when Ye Qingxuan saw this scene, he still couldn't help but gasp.
The revolutionary army actually caused such a big mess in the Holy City
"what 's wrong?"
Wolf Flute looked at the sweaty warden.
While incarcerated and under guard, the warden's face turned pale and he was trembling and speechless. If such a big thing happened, even if it was not his fault, I'm afraid the warden would be done.
Members of the Silent Organization wearing black uniforms came forward and whispered a few words to Wolf Flute, and Wolf Flute's complexion turned livid.
"Those bastards!"
He gritted his teeth, "Hijacked the new airship that was launched for testing today, and directly smashed the Tower of Judgment! Fortunately, there are martial law zones for several kilometers around, and there are no civilians, otherwise..."
Ye Qingxuan was silent and looked back towards the city center.
If those guys collided directly there...
Thinking of the consequences, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but take a breath of air.
Soon, a twisted black airship was cleared from the ruins. In the roaring music, the steel bird, which was tens of meters long and weighed sixteen tons, was suspended in the air, and it was beyond recognition.
"Where are the casualties?" Langdi asked.
"Forty-four died."
The investigator replied: "Injured people... are almost everywhere. Now most of the prisoners have been transferred to two other prisons. Some people tried to riot and escape, and more than thirty people died."
Having said this, he raised his head and glanced at the gospel armor in the sky, sighing silently that the blood on the sword was still wet.
Ye Qingxuan was silent for a long time and looked at Langdi.
"Is it worth it?" he asked.
In order to find out the plans of the revolutionary army, is it really worth paying such heavy casualties just at the beginning
"Even if we don't investigate, they will still rob the prison."
Lang Flute's eyes flashed with a manic green light: "Those bastards are really brave... They actually made such a big news."
Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand, stepped on the broken tower through the cracks, and stared at the Tower of Judgment in the distance where the black smoke had not dissipated.
To put it bluntly, the Holy City doesn't care if it's unlucky.
He was more worried about another thing...
Soon, Wolf Flute threw a pass into his arms, and the two of them passed through the layers of security and defenses and headed towards the Tower of Judgment. The further up you go, the more tragic the scene becomes.
When they advanced to the crack, the stairs were already covered in dried blood. After stepping on them, they felt a disgusting sticky feeling.
There were seven corpses that were not buried by the broken wall. They were frozen in the increasingly cold wind at high altitudes, and even their blood was frozen.
A silent musician squatted next to the corpse and ran his fingers over the wound. "It was a quick move. The throat was slit in an instant - the person who did it was someone he didn't expect. He didn't react until he died."
"Internal response?"
"Perhaps." The Silent Musician nodded: "We do not rule out the possibility of illusion."
Ye Qingxuan stood in front of the broken cell door, staring down at the simple interior - this was Charles' cell. But inside it was already in ruins.
He bent down and carefully collected a few scraps of paper from the broken bed board.
It was a graffiti that Charles drew when he was extremely bored. It was ugly, random, and without any value.
Someone stopped him and said, "This is evidence and cannot be taken away."
Ye Qingxuan didn't move, just looked up at him. Langdi stopped the man: "It's not an important thing, just let him take it."
The man hesitated and nodded.
Ye Qingxuan carefully folded them up and put them in his notebook.
The silent musician next to him opened his eyes, "The reading of the on-site ether has been completed. The noise is too disturbing. They brought a jamming device, and all the records we can read have been overwritten."
Wolf Flute waved his hand, "Let go of as many as you can find."
Soon, amid the deep sound of the cello, chaotic ether gathered, and light and shadow reappeared.
In the image full of noise and white spots, only a few blurry figures could be seen, and several fragments flashed intermittently. It can be vaguely seen that the group of people rushed in and started killing.
Constantine walked out of the cage and put on black clothes.
Finally, he stretched out his hand and said something to someone.
As if he sensed a spy from the future, in the corner, a certain figure suddenly raised his head, with a pair of strange purple eyes on his blurry face that caught people's attention.
The scene ended abruptly, and all records were erased.
"There's literally nothing left."
Wolf Flute sighed: "How did those guys leave? Don't tell me, we don't even know how those bastards left the scene."
"…and there's even worse news."
A musician wearing white gloves handed over a shoe. The shoe was old-fashioned and ugly, size 40. The shoe straps were printed with the logo of the Ministry of Pardons. They were winter shoes uniformly distributed to prisoners in the prison, but they were not In order to keep warm, prisoners generally complained that wearing this thing is difficult for their feet and requires several layers of toilet paper.
Wolf Flute was stunned for a moment, took over the shoe, drew his knife, and pried open the sole. A metal piece the size of a fingernail fell from the gap and landed on the ground, making a chilling sound.
He fell into silence.
Those are Ciel's shoes.
The silent mechanism puts special tracking media into Ciel's shoes in order to be able to locate Ciel's location and range at any time in the future. But he didn't expect that the shoe was not worn on Charles, but instead appeared here.
A group of escaped prisoners who are racing against time, actually have the time to change their shoes in prison
Or is this the only shoe that has been replaced
Now that the shoe is exposed, where is Ciel
"It may not be as bad as you think."
Ye Qingxuan took the shoe, his expression was not angry or anxious, his eyes were calm, and after a long time he said: "He may have thrown this shoe here on purpose."
"Huh?" Langdi frowned: "There's no reason for him to do this, right?"
"Maybe it's sending us a signal."
Ye Qingxuan fell into deep thought: "He may have discovered something. To remind us, we can only take off this shoe... take it off..."
Before he finished speaking, he was stunned. Soon, he raised his head and looked at Wolf Flute: "Search the ruins. Are there any corpses with only one shoe on their feet?"
Ten minutes later, a collapsed wall was lifted, revealing the crushed bodies beneath.
There was nothing on the corpse's bare left foot.
Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand and measured it with his fingers.
Not too big, not too small, that foot is exactly size forty.
"Sure enough..."
Ye Qingxuan murmured softly, his expression becoming gloomy.
His suspicion was confirmed: Ciel took off the shoes on his own initiative. Because he found that if he wore shoes, his identity would be revealed.
He turned back and looked at Wolf Flute.
"There are two possibilities now."
His voice rang directly from the heart of Wolf Flute: "One of the people who came to rescue was a master of the Revelation School, who cleaned all the records at the scene and found the medium in the shoes, so Ciel had to throw away his shoes. "
"What about the other one?"
"The other one is even worse."
Ye Qingxuan's voice turned cold: "In order to protect himself, Charles had to change his shoes. Maybe the people in the Revolutionary Army already knew that there was something wrong with the undercover's shoes. In other words... there is a mole in the silent agency."
Wolf Flute was silent, his expression turned livid.
"Whether there is a mole or not, we can't be sure yet. For this plan, we must first find out where Charles and the others are. Otherwise, the whole undercover plan is simply a joke."
Ye Qingxuan asked: "Isn't this the only way the Silent Agency can prepare?"
"There are other."
Wolf Flute nodded: "Before he went to jail, in order to be sure, I personally injected Charles with the tracking medicine. Within a few months, he would have some endocrine problems, sweat would increase, and the residue would last longer. As long as he My wolf will definitely be able to find him while he is still in the Holy City. However, it will take time... "
Ye Qingxuan was silent for a long time and nodded slowly: "For the present, this is the only way. I hope there will be no accidents in Charles."
No one expected that the undercover plan would be in trouble from the beginning.
After losing all clues, I can only wait passively.
From that day on, the Ciel and the Revolutionary Army disappeared.
No one can be seen in life, no corpse in death.