Edge of the Apocalypse

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“Yes, adults.”

“Then the suicide note he left is definitely written by himself?” Windsor Bellow asked.

“The handwriting has been verified by an expert, indeed it was written by Guman.”

Windsor Bellow said with a nod: “Understood, is there anything else to add?”

“It is very strange that on the day the prosecutor committed suicide, the maid in his family also committed suicide. It was discovered by the hostess Martha in the closet. According to Martha, there might be other people in their house at that time. She was locked in the room and confronted the corpse most of the night, which made her tortured on Spirit very much.”

“I understood, tell me if you find anything.” Windsor Bellow cut off the communication.

At this time, Nono got her little head out of the sofa.

Windsor Bellow jumped off the sofa and walked to the 2-Layer loft: “Let Mirren come to see me later, hey, someone wants to start a war with the Old Party.”

Nono was shocked, and hurried to contact Adjutant from Windsor Bellow.

Twenty minutes later, Mirren came to the apartment to report to the apartment and saw Windsor Bellow who had returned to his military uniform. Mirren saluted and said directly: “As for the suicide of the prosecutor Guman, I have asked Red Wolf for detailed information.”

“What do you think.” Windsor Bellow pushed himself into the sofa, crossing his legs.

Mirren said solemnly: “I have deliberated on the way here. There are many doubts about this matter. The first is the relationship between Guman and the Holy Judgment Army. With the power and wealth of a district prosecutor, I think Not enough to support an Armament bandit. If Guman is the middleman, then I still believe it.”

Windsor Bellow said with a nod: “What about point 2?”

“Guman did not commit suicide, but was murdered.” Mirren’s eyes flashed Zhiguang and said: “The prosecutor and his maid committed suicide together, and the hostess Martha must have been in the house that night. Obviously, someone killed. The maid replaced it, and the purpose was to get close to Guman. As for Guman’s suicide note, yes, he wrote it by hand after verification. But there are many methods or abilities that allow him to write this in his own hand. Letter.”

“The most important point is that this suicide note itself has many doubts. One of them is where Guman got Marshal’s information. The source of his information may be the cause of his death.”

Windsor Bellow said happily: “Same as I thought. I have to say that this guy indeed arranged beautifully. Guman committed suicide. The suicide note indicated that the Holy Judgment Army was destroyed because of my relationship. Then, the person on Guman’s head He must hold a grudge against me, so the hatred is directed to us. This guy deliberately wants to start a war between us and the Old Party.”

“However, the method is too naive.” Windsor Bellow shook his head and said: “It looks like a newcomer Raijiao did it. It’s such a trick. There won’t be any movement at the Old Party. But I don’t have that kind of tricks. The virtue of being provocative and not fighting back, Mirren, go check Guman’s intelligence sources. Let Red Wolf dig it hard for me. I want to see which rat is playing this trick with me.”

“Yes, my lord.” Mirren stood up, leaning forward.

Windsor Bellow also jumped up from the sofa: “Let’s go together, I have an appointment with Old Horn.”

“Beskard’s Clan head?” Mirren frowned. “Is it for your students?”

“Well, since I promised the Teacher, I have to say something. Besides, the gift Horn prepared for me is really…he he he he, I’m so sorry, I lost my self-control.”

Look at Windsor Bellow’s unconcealed smile, Mirren shook the head. Horn must have done what he likes, and he is generous in his shots, which makes his adults love Flourishing Release. Considering Windsor Bellow’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 Bellow more than simple currency numbers.

At a certain time, this woman has dragon-like characteristics.

Arthur’s eyes were also illuminated by countless bright and fragmented light.

Of course, his eyes are not gold, but the light refracted by the snow all over the ground. He is earnestly building a snowman, which is one of his favorite things to do as a child. Of course, the snowman Arthur made is certainly not that simple. Some other bauble, sufficient to make his brothers and sisters frightened and angry are often added.

But now, the snowman is only a snowman, and Arthur no longer adds anything to it. The little prank has now transformed into something else.

“Young Master, are you looking for me?”

A girl’s voice resounded behind him, and Arthur inserted a branch into the snowman on the body, clapping his hands and stands up. Turning around and looking towards this millet hair girl, Arthur laughed tenderly.

Seeing his smile, Nana shuddered. Not because of the cold weather, but because of Arthur’s smile. Anyone who knew him knew that the softer Arthur smiled, the more angry he was.

She didn’t know how she upset Arthur.

“Dear Nana, come here.” Arthur beckoned, his voice soft.

Nana resisted the urge to turn around, rubbed the corners of her clothes with both hands, and walked over with her head down. Arthur reached out and swept her bangs lightly, and his fingers slipped on her smooth cheeks: “Maybe I didn’t say clearly before, otherwise how could you let Guman leave something stupid like suicide note. Especially inside. It also mentioned our respected Marshal Windsor Bellow, hehe, this is not a suicide note. It is a war book that provokes disputes between the old and the new two parties.”

Arthur’s fingertips were cold, causing Nana to get goose bumps. Especially it fell to the neck fossa and has not been recovered yet. Instead, he picked up one area and flicked the buttons of the inner lining. A cold wind immediately rolled into the clothes along the neckline, and Nana shuddered even more.

“Didn’t Young Master say that the conflict between the old and the new is good for us?” Nana reluctantly said with a smile: “So I thought, maybe I can use Guman to do something.”

“So I blamed you?” Arthur continued to drop his hand, under his seemingly gentle finger. The shirt, buttons, and sweater of the outer cover seemed to be torn apart by a pair of invisible scissors, exposing Nana’s smooth skin to the cold air little by little.

“You know? Nana, you shouldn’t do that. New Party Old Party is like a game of chess. Unfortunately, this game is very big. It’s so big that we can stay in the game even if we don’t even interfere with it now. The edge is also very reluctant. But you can see, you actually tried to directly insert your hand into the core of the chess game. You stretched your hand too long, be careful not to get it back.” Arthur smiled more and more softly: “Look at you again in Guman All of this at home, you actually left his wife Martha. Nana, you’ve always been too kind. And kindness is exactly what people like us cannot want.”

With a vigorous hand wave, oh la la, several pieces of clothes inside and outside Nana on the body tore apart. When the wind blows, most of his upper body is exposed in the cold air. She bit her lip tightly, forced herself not to cover her clothes, and let the cold wind blow hit the sensitive area on the body.

“Young Master, I know I was wrong.”

“It’s good to know. I thought you were reassuring to do things, but now I have to treat you with the aftermath.” Arthur shook the head and said, “Remember, this is the last chance I will give you. We don’t need kindness, but You also have to know how to restrain. You can’t restrain your fate, I think you’ll understand if you look at Kerdolph.”

Nana was still standing in the snow until Arthur left. She wasn’t sure that Arthur’s punishment was over until someone sent a coat to cover her.

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 Black Street. After that, an intelligence dealer confessed to one of his clients, no matter how long-sighted, the people of Black Street were not willing to offend a huge monster like Sirius Legion. When the woman named “Stilena” was found, she had become a corpse.

The woman committed suicide, and the gun in her hand and the bullet shell on the ground explained everything. Mirren certainly can confirm this without even having a ballistic test. And it can be concluded that this is not the real Stelena. Because when Red Wolf investigated the deceased, they found that all relevant information had been processed, and they could not find any clues.

The opponent was very clean, and because it was so clean, Mirren must have died as a scapegoat.

When he replied to Windsor Bellow, he only said one sentence: “The mouse went back into the sewer.”

“Understood, come back, leave the mouse alone for now. Oh, by the way, warn the guys on Black Street, and dare to sell information about me in the future, let them figure it out.”

At the end of the communication, Windsor Bellow looked at the dresses from before one’s eyes in distress. Choosing one of these to attend Beskard’s banquet is far more annoying than the mouse to the female Marshal.

Besides Windsor Bellow, there is Allen who has the same trouble.

At this moment, he was in his own wing tower house in Black Galle Castle, and he looked at a huge living space before, but now it is crowded. Especially after Tony brought his image design team in, Allen could only silently watch the sofa, long table, potted plants and other furnishings in the living room moved to the corner. Then it was filled with various hangers, mirrors and three-dimensional cutting tools.

To be honest, it’s nice to see Tony again. But when the demon Second Lieutenant hugged and touched, and almost let his lipstick lips touch his face, Allen had the urge to reach out to touch Devil’s Praise. Fortunately, Tony’s work enthusiasm overwhelmed his perverted hobbies, which simultaneously saved his own life.

But in the next few days, Allen could be regarded as seeing the paranoia of Second Lieutenant, and he could even struggle with the style and pattern of a bow tie for a long time. After spending 2 days in the Wing Tower, Allen only felt more tired than participating in a series of wars.

After 3 days of such a busy schedule, Beskard’s dinner was finally held as scheduled.