Whoosh!
Du Dian copied the palm of his hand, grabbed the newspaper again in an instant, and fixed his eyes on the newspaper in this corner, "No. 72 Ives Street, the owner and his wife committed suicide by taking poison. It is suspected that disputes with neighbors caused depression..."
He read it word for word, over and over again, word for word.
His palms trembled slightly, and every mouthful of air he exhaled contained scorching heat!
Whoa!
He stood up suddenly, grabbed with his fingers, and crushed all the newspapers on the table, including the consortium newspaper in his hand.
Noyce next to him was startled when he saw Du Dian's angry appearance, and looked at him in surprise. He had followed Du Dian for so long, and he had never seen this boy so angry, even when he was insulted in prison. Such anger and killing intent!
"You stay here." Du Dian said coldly, and strode out of the office.
Hawkeye, who had just come back from dealing with the matter, happened to bump into Du Dian in the corridor. Just about to say hello, he suddenly noticed that the master's atmosphere was not right, and he felt a sudden heart attack, and said cautiously: "My lord, that person has already been dealt with, what is this?"
"I'll go out for a while." Du Dian stepped over and passed by his side. The rolling wind passed over Hawkeye's face, making the man feel a chill, especially the second half of Du Dian's sentence, "Don't let anyone follow me, otherwise, there will be no return!"
After the sound fell, people walked out of the corridor like a phantom.
Hawkeye was stunned, and turned his head to look, but only saw a piece of clothes that Du Dian turned around in the corridor.
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After leaving the manor, Du Dian rode a fast horse. This is a red and brown horse, and it is also a special horse for the "Standing" family, a big family behind the Ninth District. Seeing the horse is like seeing the flag, and you can go anywhere in the outer wall area without showing any identification, even if it is heavily guarded. central business district.
drive!
A healthy horse is flying, like a ride on the world of mortals, and leaves quickly.
After an hour or so, Du Dian came to the center of the business district, which is bustling and bustling. The streets are full of shops and overcrowded. The roadsides are full of pedestrians and vehicles are congested.
He came to a post station, got off his horse, threw the rope to the attendant who came running up, and said, "Take care of it." After speaking, he turned and entered the street, mingling with the crowd.
Among the bustling crowd, he quickly left the street here and came to the adjacent street. Along the way, he quickly kneaded his face, changed another face, grabbed a passerby beside him, and knocked him unconscious. Enter the alley, strip off his clothes and replace them. After the camouflage was completed, he turned over the alley, quickly left here, and headed to the other side of the central area.
A few quarters of an hour later, Du Dian came to the address of No. 72 on Ives Street, and suddenly saw an exquisite villa with a spacious manor and a beautiful environment standing in front of him. Outside the manor, there was a carriage of a court, reinforced with steel The body of the car was full of iron and blood. At this moment, a trial knight was leaning beside him, holding bread in his hand, and chewing sullenly.
Inside the manor, there was a figure of heat, who seemed to be busy with something.
From the air, Du Dian smelled a strong and pungent smell of blood and bursts of rotting corpses. Even after being diluted by the air, it lingered for a long time. Even ordinary people could easily smell it when passing by, but without him It was so strong that it penetrated deep into the lungs and bone marrow.
Du Dian's heart sank, as if falling into a icy frost lake, the chill seeped into his blood.
Whoosh!
He flickered and disappeared into the street.
The next moment, Du Dian's figure appeared on the top floor of the third floor of the manor villa. He gently pushed open the skylight, walked in slowly, and suddenly saw the luster of dust floating in the sunlight on the third floor, obviously it had not been cleaned for a long time.
He was silent for a moment, and walked slowly step by step to the second floor, his movements were like ghosts and ghosts, without making the slightest sound.
When I went down to the second floor, I saw a mess in the living room on the second floor. The pillows on the sofa fell to the ground randomly, as if they had been ransacked by robbers. In the corner of the living room, there is a new type of textile machine, the light beam shines on it, and the dust is floating.
The hot figure in the villa at the moment is busy on the first floor, seems to be carrying something, making a dragging sound.
Du Dian bit his lip slightly, walked to the stairs quietly, and suddenly saw a trial knight in armor wearing several layers of gloves and a mask, with bulging nostrils, it seems that the mask alone is not enough to block breathing, He half-squatted on the ground, kept backing away, and grabbed the thing he was dragging with both hands. It was a corpse, a severely decomposed corpse!
The corpse was a little bloated, with plaques, scars from sharp knives on the cheeks, a pool of blood on the ears, no ears, all clothes were stripped, naked body, tall chest and white belly, It is full of welts, and it is not difficult to imagine what kind of torture he has suffered.
The moment he saw the face of the corpse, Du Dian's mind went blank with a bang, and he stood there in a daze.
This face was his adoptive mother, Jura! !
The last glimmer of hope in his heart was instantly shattered, as if falling into an abyss, his whole body was icy cold.
This villa was the place where he ordered someone to take over the Jula couple and settled down. The house was transferred to the Jula couple. Therefore, the moment he saw the news in the newspaper, his heart was suspended. Until now, But it sank deeply, fell down.
His mind seemed to be in confusion, and he stood there blankly.
Jura's body was dragged by the judging young knight, and slid out on the smooth wooden floor. Jura's eyes were wide open, full of horror and anger, frozen like a sculpture, with her neck crooked, following the stairs. Du Dian's eyes met, and under the drag of the young knight, he disappeared from the wall next to the corridor bit by bit until his whole body was dragged outside the villa.
Du Dian stayed where he was, suddenly, a flash of lightning seemed to flash in his mind, thinking of the conclusion in the newspaper, "Suicide... committed suicide by taking poison?"
He froze for a while, then suddenly grinned, wanting to laugh, but couldn't make a sound.
"suicide… "
"With so many scars on his body, the court actually judged it to be suicide!"
He was grinning, showing a smiling posture, but two lines of sad tears slowly gushed out of his eyes and ran across his cheeks. The tears rolled and slowly dripped onto his chest. Instead it got bigger.
But there was no laughter.
It's like a person who laughed so hard that he couldn't laugh anymore.
Once, he thought that he would never be emotional again, so he would never cry again.
But the reality sternly dismissed his idea, the world has never forgiven anyone.
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