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Chapter 44: the cunning man (four)

The intelligence officer of the emperor's envoy did not slack off. In a thick stack of paper, every member of the Darmark family's life and privacy were recorded in detail. For example, the old Baron had a bad relationship with his nephew, and his son was a playboy. But these can not be used as evidence in court. In the document, Fulan also found an interesting thing. He is ready to use it as a breakthrough. "Now, let's start," Fulan said. The old Baron looked at him with dead eyes." It's like a dead man," Fulan thought. Peggy received a notice again in the hotel suite, "little test?" she murmured, and then she immediately guessed the prosecutor's intention. The dragon in the underground world does not have the ability to read the past memory from the brain of the dead. This is the biggest loophole. Everyone will have small secrets that are not known to the world. If an outsider knows these secrets, but the person concerned has asked three questions, it can give the excuse that "the brain is affected by the disease". "Can Darmark only produce niggards and idiotic monkeys?" Peggy thought that the prosecutor, under the banner of medicine, was actually trying to prove that there was something wrong with the other party's memory. It can be imagined that those questions have nothing to do with rheumatism. If she was in court, she would never fall into such a trap. "Tell my idea to the lawyer immediately, and pay more attention." Peggy orders her subordinates, and then uses her slim fingers to pull her shoulder length hair, which is a small habit of her subconscious thinking, so that there are always several strands of hair twined together on the left side of the blonde hair, slightly messy. As the entourage was about to leave, Peggy called him again, "by the way, go to the most famous hotel in St Paul and book a dinner party. Later, I'm going to invite a smart person." The warning from the first lady was a little late. "The old Baron, the mother of miss Paris, was a charming girl in those days. You took her to the Party of nobility several times, and claimed that it was she who made your heart young and turbulent, but why did you finally abandon her." "It's a matter of emotion, who can say it clearly. What's more, the bitch is too greedy, trying to get a position that doesn't conform to her identity. There is always a difference between a mistress and a courtier." "I have an idea here because miss Paris is not your daughter." "No, she is indeed my flesh and blood." the old Baron knocked on the table, angry. "When a patient with azoospermia without one testicle is more than 60 years old, he suddenly finds that his lover is pregnant, so he will take it for granted?" "You're continuing to insult me, prosecutor!" "I have the testimony of your former family doctor here. When you were thirty years old, you found your right testicle atrophied, which is also the reason why there is only one offspring in the family. Unfortunately, your son died, resulting in no heir to speak of." The Longmai man secretly glanced at the lawyer's seat. The lawyer's representative said that it was a fraud and the other party was playing tricks. "I won't admit it. It's not like that." "But in the family doctor's medical record, it's clearly written, because it's decades old, and many of the words are vague, but we can still see the details of the matter." Fulan handed a volume of yellowed documents to the judge and the lawyer for circulation. It is true that the above recorded a person's detailed illness record and doctor's recommended treatment after physical examination. But the document was affected by the tide, the second half was cut, and the ink was rippling open. It was so vague that people could not recognize what it was saying. At the end, the words of Darmark could be seen vaguely. The name of the person, there is only black ink group, no one knows whose name it will be. At first, the lawyer was surprised, but soon he was calm. Ah, the other side was talking in a routine way, and even the prosecutor could not be sure that the old Baron was written on the medical record. But what if the old Baron really had only one testicle? All the people turned their eyes to Hebrew, and Viscount was full of inexplicable expressions. "You are his nephew, do you know that?" Viscount said, "I don't know." Even the Puppeteer doesn't know. Although he has been manipulating the corpse, as a man with normal orientation, he will pay attention to whether an old man's testicles are complete? Seeing the lawyer's hint in his eyes, he was almost mad. They wanted to squeeze the old man's crotch in front of the public! Fulan has been standing beside the old Baron, and the Puppeteer can't find a chance. The whole court suddenly fell into silence, not repressive silence, but full of comics. Everyone in the audience was laughing. The Darmark family, which has a reputation in the west, has only one testicle? Even the judge turned his back. Although he could not see his expression, it was obvious that his shoulders were shaking up and down. What is the biggest insult of a man? Just look at the court. Even if it's true, every person with a good reputation won't admit it, otherwise in the upper class, he can be considered destroyed. After a long time, the judge pretended to be serious and inviolable and said, "prosecutor, this document doesn't indicate who it is, so it can't be used as evidence." "It's OK to ask a doctor to check. In a few minutes, we can prove whether the old Baron has fertility." Fulan said, "and the real identity of miss Paris can be known immediately." The judge turned to the lawyer, "what do you think?" "No, it's a naked slander..." before the lawyer finished, he was interrupted by Viscount of Hebrew, "we agree to inspect. If the result proves that the prosecutor is a whimsical person, he will be severely punished." Hebrew is a person who wants to be a patriarch, but we can't let the family become a joke in the West. "Oh, Darmark? The offspring of a man with only half of his testicles!" in that case, just thinking about it would feel terrible. Under the command of the puppeteer, the old Baron nodded in agreement. During the waiting time for the doctor to come, Fulan asked sarcastically, "Sir, do you think it's insulting?" "I swear, you will pay. There is no more shame than this kind of slander," the old Baron replied. "As a matter of fact, I'm really making a rumor." Fulan's words made the whole hall boil, and the lawyer almost screamed and shouted, "protest! Protest! It's completely against the laws and regulations!" Fulan bows to the judge, "Sir, before you ask the guard to send me to prison, let me say two words. There is also a clear copy of the document I provided. It is recorded that the person suffering from azoospermia is the housekeeper of old Baron Darmark. In the copy, there is Darmark, which means that the medical expenses are provided by the private account of Darmark bank. And the old Baron also knows this, several times in public, he called the housekeeper" the guy without testicles ", which I can find ten witnesses to verify." Because the butler was also a witness at the first trial, so the intelligence officers found a lot of information about him. Suffering from azoospermia is recorded in that pile of documents. But the prosecutor of baitutai didn't put such a boring little thing to his heart. The lawyer side will not and does not want to know what privacy and disease his irrelevant witness has. Fulan continued, "if I'm insulted, I'll calmly answer that this is my poor housekeeper, you damned guy, who was involved in me. But the other side didn't do it, but obediently prepared to take off his pants for outsiders to check. Either the old Baron is a pervert who likes to be naked;Or, he simply lost his previous memory and didn't have the legitimacy to make a confession. " "Maybe it's a long time ago. After all, he's an old man and can't remember all the little things." the lawyer wiped his sweat to defend. "You also admit that he is an old man who has begun to lose his head." Fulan laughs, "maybe he forgot. More likely, it is the disease that damages the brain. Or let's ask about some more important things. For example, when we went to Tanding to accept the title, the emperor received him in private. He should always remember those conversations. " Hiber thought helplessly, heaven knows what the old man and the emperor said. If you continue to ask, everyone will doubt it. He asked the lawyer to stop the protest. The judge thought for a long time, "before getting the doctor assigned by the court to make a detailed inspection, the old Baron has no right to make a statement. But the prosecutor, after the end of this case, you will be fined and suspended for contempt of court." "It's just." Fulan said, and then threw a bomb, "I want to call a new witness, who is the real successor of the old Baron." In the witness stand, Paris tearfully recalled her and her mother's tragic experience, which moved everyone's heart. At the end of the day, even Fulan wondered whether it was the truth or the girl's acting skills honed in the troupe. Anyway, he won the case. On the part of Darmark, he refused the doctor's examination and had the intention to admit failure. In the hotel. Fulan always thought that there was something he didn't think of. Miss Paris's performance in the court was too calm and free, and she behaved like a shrewd strong woman, which was quite different from the shy and introverted look of the past. No one, the character will change so extreme. "Mr. Tiffin, you should not let the actors of that troupe appear in court without us. There is no difference between victory and failure. His majesty still can't take back the ownership of the gold mine." the imperial envoy was furious. "Oh, but she will stand on the side of the emperor. Among the Western nobles, it's not a bad thing to have members of the emperor's party." Fulan said to Pobede with a headache. "That's the only way, but she has to sign a letter of allegiance to her majesty, promising to donate at least half of the gold harvest to the royal family, otherwise we can't make a deal after returning to Tanding." "No problem. It's good for her to get the emperor's protection." "There will be a verdict tomorrow. Believe me, the future of Jinxiu is waiting for you." at this time, Pobede's face slightly improved. After seeing off the imperial envoy, Fulan asked Bari weakly, "what about Paris?" "I didn't see her, ah, you seem to have a fever. Don't you have a rest?" "Never mind. When you come back, ask her to see me immediately." Fulan stumbles back to the room. He doesn't know what's wrong with his body. Every muscle and bone hurts badly. The arm was hit by the cabinet in the corner, and a big cut was made, and the blood was flowing constantly. Fulan slapped his palm on it. He just wanted to have a good sleep and was very tired. So, he didn't find that the resurrection has come, and the constitution that will heal immediately after receiving any damage has quietly changed. The energy left by the holy things is limited. Only after he half fainted and fell asleep, after a long time, the wound was restored one point one by 1. The eleventh chapter the trickster (five) Peggy Don Reinschmann felt that everything was not going well, and she walked around the room with her eyebrows raised like a raging lioness. "A monkey is a monkey. You can't even see such a shallow trap. You can just refuse it directly. He can't force the witness to accept the inspection with untenable evidence." "But to refuse, in a way, is to admit that I can't shame the family." Hiber argued that he believed too much in the ability of the legal team. He wanted to keep his reputation, but also won the lawsuit. "It's not over. We can agree to declare a doctor to court again." "No, testicles are no longer important..." Peggy was disgusted by the word, "the purpose of the prosecutor has been achieved, and now without a detailed physical examination, the old man can no longer be a witness, but, a zombie whose heart stops beating, want to let everyone know that there are living dead people?" "What should I do?" "Give up. A few days later, it was announced that the old Baron passed away because he was so angry. At present, what you have to consider is to choose a better coffin." Hiber was not reconciled. "What he gave up was one of the best gold veins in the West." "Oh, you can go on. Lancaster won't accompany you." Peggy said coldly. "Although Reinschmann is called the head of the nobility, it doesn't mean that he can do anything as he likes. It's you who advised me to fight against the emperor, and it's you who gave me up." Peggy laughingly looked at him, "threat? Oh, I really want to see the brave person who challenges the royal family and Dagong at the same time with the status of Viscount. Do you want to play a game? It's a man who will live for a month. If you can still maintain your current status after thirty days, let's sit down and have a good talk." Viscount gasped and lowered his head wrongly, "how dare..." Chess pieces are chess pieces after all, so it's time to throw them away when they are useless. The alliance is broken. With a lot of complaints, Viscount Hebrew thought, "tomorrow, the girl that the prosecutor came to officially get the inheritance right. Ha, the girl in the country, what world she has seen, I will always have a way to control it." And Peggy was also thinking, "it's unknown whether a woman with no background can keep her position. She needs a backer, and Lancaster is a good choice for her." They have different ideas. A knock on the door. The entourage came in and said respectfully, "I just went to invite Mr. Carl Tiven, but he was ill." "Find the best doctor in the city, and assign someone to investigate his background. I always think he..." the first lady thought about it, but didn't continue. This person's style in court is very similar to the way she remembers a guy who didn't listen to her. The sun sets in the west, and the afterglow of the setting sun has not yet faded. Several rays of light spread into the bright and clean interior, wrapping the carpet, tables and chairs and girls in the brilliant orange. "Human heart, like the brightness of the sunset, seems calm and brilliant, but the temperature is getting colder and colder." she thought, suddenly she felt lonely. "Prepare the carriage. I don't want to be under the roof with the monkey anymore." Peggy ordered, "find another hotel." Viscount of Hebrew did not come to see him off. Lancaster's carriage just left the street and stopped. A girl extended her arms and blocked the car on the street. "I'm Dalmak Paris, please meet your master." she shouted at the guard who was holding a guard position. Peggy put her head out of the window and looked at her in surprise. Paris was wearing a simple long dress and wrapped her hair in a handkerchief. She was in a hurry to lift both sides of the skirt and salute the eldest lady. "I followed cousin Hiber's carriage secretly and found it here," she said stutteringly. "Oh, please come up and have a seat." Looking at Paris, who was slightly uneasy and sitting opposite to her, Peggy said, "first of all, congratulations on having a good prosecutor. There will be a women's Baron in the West soon." "Thank you very much. But I don't deserve the current status." "What do you say?" "You see, I'm a weak woman who doesn't know anything, and I've never had the experience of governing the territory. No servants or knights in the manor know each other. And I believe that in the west, there are many families who are eager to get the best from me." "Your warm-hearted cousin may be able to help." Paige said with a pun. "Honorable lady, that's what I'm most worried about. Maybe he's too enthusiastic." Paris clearly has her own plans. "Tell me what you think." "If you are willing to accept me as an adopted daughter, then as a daughter, it would be normal for the general to give his father custody." "Interesting ideas, Mr. Twain gave them to you?" "He doesn't know, and he can't stop me from doing it." Paris looked up, and her eyes were flashing the light familiar to Peggy, that kind of ambitious, little people eager to get status and firm eyes. "The name of niece is good. There are many distant relatives of Lancaster." "Well, I need the title of the Count, the female Count of Reinschmann don Paris, which sounds very comfortable." "It's greedy, Baron. And the family name can't be given to you." "That's to ensure my annual income and salary." "It's a deal." Paige took her hand, took a necklace from the jewelry box in the compartment closet, and put it on Paris's neck. "You should dress up pretty, cousin." Paris laughs and gropes the big diamond at the end of the chain with admiration. "This is the first one. Sooner or later, all the jewelry and gorgeous clothes will belong to me." she thinks happily. Beautiful transactions, real bills and upper class life are far more comfortable than dealing with boring affairs and dealing with the black hands of others in the Western manors. As for the cardinal, it has long been forgotten by Pris. Oh, and the ugly daughter, the idiot girl named Matilda, spent a lot of effort to please her along the way. If it wasn't in Liming fort, she saw several knights with hutaohua insignia, and thought that they were killers sent by the old Baron to deal with the family scandal, she would not have risked the idea of looking for a replacement and sending out the Cape worth a few money. She knows that she is certainly not the flesh and blood of the old Baron. When I was begging for a living with my mother, there was a regular shopkeeper, Paris memory Mingxin. Every time she looks in the mirror, she can find the characteristics of the regular guest from the shape of her face and the cheekbones. However, she came to inherit her family business. Heaven knows that when there was no one, she regretted grabbing blood from her arms. Fortunately, luck belongs to her. From this moment on, she is no longer in the tour of the troupe, with a smiling face to wait for the minor supporting roles of the leading role and customers. She is not a poor annuity and a female Baron. She finally got rid of the hateful bottom class and life. Peggy looked at the jubilant "cousin" and chose several ways for her in advance. If you can be obedient, you can take a small amount of money to support;If you want to have a little rebellious personality, then puppeteers in the underground world can be used again. Hebrew Viscount will vent his anger on Matilda. The whip pulled out many bruises on the girl, and the blood beads were like little flowers, dripping from the crack of the skin. She cried and shouted, but it did not arouse the pity of the perpetrators. "Dad, help me!" Matilda's little face writhed painfully. She held her head in her hands and cried weakly to Hebrew, "stop fighting. Dad and good friends will teach you a lesson." "Let your father and good friends come out." Hebrew laughed. The morbid crimson cloth covered his face, and the whip turned the skirt on the girl into flying rags. The exposed snow-white skin is more red against the scars. Hiber looked at the mature girl, swallowing saliva, and suddenly came to desire, "maybe I can be gentle." he licked his dry lips and reached for the girl's remaining clothes. The sudden pale fire made everything in the room shake countless shadows. With the pain, before Viscount's body melted, he only heard the girl crying and saying, "I said, I have a very strong good friend!" Soon, the interior was calm, echoing Matilda's crying voice. The girl slowly dried her tears. She looked around timidly, and then looked at the half open window. She found an old dress from the cabinet and put it on her body. She climbed up the window and jumped down. The branches and leaves of the Bush were broken and loud, so that the guards of the hotel came around vigilantly. Matilda saw the people around him. "I'm going to find my dad, who is going to stop, I'll find a good friend to teach you!" the girl cried, rubbing her butt. On that night, the residents of St Paul saw that the high-end hotel in the east city, which only the rich can afford, sparked a transparent white flame. "Tianqian." many years later, they said that. The eleventh chapter pursuit (1) Fulan opened his eyes, the window was firmly covered by the dark thick curtain, and the furnishings in the room were full of dark cold colors, which made him unable to recognize what time it was. "You slept for four days, and the doctor came to see you several times, all of which said that it was because you were too tired." head Bari just pushed the door in, with red eyes and a hot water basin in her hand. Fulan subconsciously felt the fake beard on his lips. Fortunately, the expensive glue was more reliable than the fake people. "Four days?" Fulan followed in a trance, then woke up and asked, "what about the case?" "Don't worry, the result of the trial came down a few days ago. Our little Pris has become a great noble lady!" Bari's words didn't hear any joy. Usually, she can be like a big sister, loving and caring for every girl in the troupe. "You're not happy for her." "Of course, she has no worries about food and clothing." Bari calmly replied, wrung out the hot towel, handed it to Fulan, and turned to open the curtain. The warm sunshine at noon made her eyes unable to open. The steaming towel was pasted on the face, which shocked Fulan's spirit. The attitude of the commander was a little strange, he thought. After getting dressed, Fulan went downstairs. There were many things he had to deal with, such as forming an alliance with the emperor's envoy for Pris, and fishing out Matilda. According to his conjecture, Matilda should have been put in prison at the end of the lawsuit, and Darmark has to find a scapegoat as a step, "she is a liar who claims to be an heir, and the main culprit has escaped, but the woman who pretends to be crazy is not good, and we caught her when packing..." Even if the excuse is no longer reasonable, but it can give a step to the royal family who has lost face in the dark, the supreme majesty has not been able to make greater actions to the nobility at present. "Hi, are you awake?" downstairs, Nicole waved to him. She was always lively and listless. "Can you tell me what happened in the two days of unconsciousness?" Fulan asked Bari who followed him down the stairs. "Nothing. There was a lot of misfortune in the troupe." "Unfortunate?" Nicole quickly gave him the answer. The red haired girl cried and said, "strange things happened in the hotel in the east city, many people were burned. The police station blocked the scene, and they are verifying the identity of the body. They don't know what happened to poor Matilda. The fire is strange, the wood furniture and carpet are OK, but people are like candles, and they become a puddle of mud." "Lauren went to inquire about the news, hoping for a good result." Bari sighed. Just as he said, Lauren, the playwright, ran in with sweat, and his clothes were full of sweat marks. "I got the news from my friends. There was no body like Matilda at the scene of the tragedy." "Really!" Nicole covered her chest and gasped loudly, and then looked at him suspiciously. "Don't pass on false news for comfort. It's said that the body turned into meat mud that can't recognize the dead." "No, my friend is the forensic officer of the police station. Oh, don't look at me like that. In the west, I'm still a little connected." Lauren explained, "the meat mud is too exaggerated, but it's just burnt. From the residual hair, body characteristics and clothes fragments, there's no Matilda in those corpses." Fulan is relieved. It's obvious that it's Matilda's supernatural ability that's responsible, so she should be OK. If the girl's terrifying power is restored, there should be few in the world that can threaten her. After finishing the rest of the lawsuit, Fulan is ready to go to Matilda immediately. A man who is obedient and has magical power will be a good helper for his revenge. Fulan doesn't have a good feeling for matida. A woman who has been chasing herself for many years and nearly killed him will have some hatred. He is not a pure saint, or a Buddha who cuts meat and feeds eagles in the story of the Far East. It is impossible to have compassion and self sacrifice for everything. In Matilda, Fulan is just pitying, and the girl is now a weak one. Maybe one day, she regained her memory. When she stood in a hostile position again, Fulan would do everything possible to remove the threat. Bari marks a cross on her chest. "Finally, there is good news. Lauren, have you called the police? Matilda is alone outside and will suffer." "Not yet. Why don't I go later?" Fulan stopped, "don't call the police, it will involve you." "Implicated?" "At least for now, don't disclose too much about your relationship with Matilda. She may be taken as a scapegoat, and you will be accomplices of the cheater." "You can't leave the poor girl behind for the sake of this danger." Bari insisted. "Leave it to me. I'll inform Quasimodo and look for it with him." Fulan said, "one less person has an accident, and we'll get along well with each other." The commander hesitated for a while and sighed, "let's go back to the previous town and wait for your news." "What happened to Paris?" Fulan continued. "That cheap woman, what do you want to talk about her?" cried the garrulous Nicole. "Now the status is different," Bari stopped. "It's amazing to be a nobleman? At the beginning, we didn't take her in. It's estimated that she was not abducted to the worst kiln, or starved to death. Now, once she has a position, even the door won't let us in." Nicole said angrily, and then she thought of Matilda, who didn't know life and death, and looked sad again. "Forget it. Everyone pack up. Let's go." Bari shook her head. At this time, Fulan suddenly woke up. Before the coma, I thought about the change of Paris's character. Another thing that he ignored was that when the cardinal's carriage broke down on the road, Paris was always standing beside him, nervous. Then on the same day, the girl gave Matilda the mother's legacy that should have been treasured and preserved. This girl looks weak and pitiful. She has a deep plan. She is not a good chess player, but she knows how to camouflage herself with a miserable life experience and an introverted and gentle personality. He is not going to see Paris again. The girl has got everything with her cunning. The members of the cardinal rented a car and left St Paul in the afternoon without eating. Fulan watched the dust rising from the rear of the car from the window. He paid the rent, picked up the trunk, and was ready to leave, or escape. His fake identity can't be concealed for long. He has to find a lonely place without people and change back to the appearance of the ugly big one. But Fulan didn't realize that when he went out, several people dressed in plain clothes and buried their faces under high hat were far behind him. Lancaster's spies are well-trained. What's more, the news from Pena, the gambling city, that a tycoon lost all his tickets and owed a large amount of usury. When it was repaired by the casino escort, the hawker cried, "I'm the prosecutor, how dare you treat me like this." Although he has always insisted that his name is Karl Seven and he works in the Western circuit court, he could not produce any documents that can confirm his words. Peggy just got the message, "two Carl Tiven?" she frowned thoughtfully. First, he pretended to be greedy and wanted to use the power of big people to get close to himself and obtain information, and then he immediately became an enemy in the court. Could it be that he was sent by the secret organization of the emperor's party and pretended to be the one who wanted to do harm to Lancaster? "A smart mind can't be wasted, but it can't stand on the opposite side of me. If you can get him to join you, the family will have an extra undercover in the scum of the emperor's party; if he is loyal enough to the emperor, there will be more bodies beside a ditch." "Inform the scout who is tracking the prey, find the opportunity to catch him, and tie him to see me." the lady meditates for a moment, indicating. Since the emperor's party wants to play tricks with her, it's no problem. She will accompany her to the end. At the same time. The imperial envoy Viscount Pobed was furious. He learned from some channels that the new Darmark women's Baron joined Lancaster and privately reached an unknown deal. No matter what the content of the transaction is, it is certainly not the result that his majesty hopes. It happened that a person from the judicial field came to visit, "Carl Tiven? I just know him. He is a bad gambler, and it's a shame in the legal field. Is he the prosecutor who was famous in the inheritance case recently? It's impossible!" "He has real documents, and he is really a man with brains," Pobede said. "Oh, on the way to St Paul, I heard that an urgent email was sent to the court where Carl Tiven was originally located. He was in Pena City, and it is said that he lost his money, lost his documents, paid his debts, and was stripped of his pants by the people of the casino. Pena's police department specially wrote a letter to ask if this person was a prosecutor in the court." Viscount bobbed understood that he had been cheated. "Good boy, he is not a real prosecutor. He must be a member of the elderly party. He pretends to join in order to play a despicable conspiracy. I am so careless!" He turned around the room several times, muttering, "let the secret police institution directly under the emperor come out and catch this guy. Since the hand of the old people's party is so long, we can't show weakness. We need to hang the liar and teach the old people's party a lesson." On the outskirts of Saint Paul. Fulan leaned on the soft cushion of the coach, felt his fingers, and thought that at night, he would get out of the car and then change. The Scout sent by Peggy, sitting on the other side of the public carriage, made eye contact that was not noticed by others, "there are too many people now, so we can do it at night." they discussed. Neither he nor they know that in every coach transfer station around St Paul, another group of people are waiting to catch a middle-aged person with a moderate body and gray hair. The eleventh chapter pursuit (two) The wheels are galloping, and there are leisurely rural landscape paintings outside the window. The extended carriage can seat twelve people, and the door is not opened in the middle according to the ordinary style. Instead, two doors are designed, one near the driver's seat, and the other is opened at the end of the carriage for the convenience of getting off. The plush wooden bench is arranged against the inner wall, and the aisle just one person wide is left in the middle. The bottom of the car is covered with red carpet, but it is dirty, and there are black footprints everywhere. Everyone winces, because if they don't pay attention, they will kick another passenger sitting opposite to them. The bus seems to be more comfortable. There are only eight passengers, which is very spacious. Fulan put his suitcase across the extra space on his side, and looked at other people with the rest of his eyes. Sitting on his left was a small staff member of a bank or futures bank. He wore a small bow tie with bright colors, which was common to futures bank employees, and carried a small box with him. He was browsing with a black leather notebook, but the increasingly dim light and shaking car made him give up his research soon. The man opposite Fulan is an old man, with some feet and eight characters. He is wearing breeches. There are many patches on the crotch. He should ride regularly. There were also two miners in the western gold mine. It can be inferred from the dirt and strong shoulders in their skin cracks. In addition, the three people sitting in the carriage are like ordinary peddlers. St Paul's public carriage is divided into four trains every day. The train leaves at four fifteen in the afternoon, and arrives at the first transfer station three hours later. The car needs to change horses, and passengers who want to go to the next place also have to pay for tickets. Fulan is now safe, but it's only temporary. If Paris talks, the man who pretends to be a prosecutor is related to the big man of the troupe, it will cause trouble. In the shaking and bumping, it was dark, and the little staff member seemed to feel sultry. He stood up and went to the opposite side to pull up the car curtain, and the breeze with the fragrance of the field came on his face. In the middle of the car, the magic crystal lamp hanging on the top also lights up, the light is very dark, but it can prevent the guests from falling into a dark environment. "It's about seven o'clock to arrive at the post station, remove the transformation, wipe off the make-up, so that no one can find me again." Fulan shaved his eyebrows with his fingernail, and he accidentally saw that the passenger at the end of the car looked like a peddler, facing the front, waiting for the person at the front door of the seat, making a look. "It's not good!" thought Fran. The two obviously know each other, but they don't sit together. The speed of the car slowly slowed down. "Gentlemen, you want to get off quickly, and only stop once in the middle." the driver shouted. The carriage is stopping at the side of the road, not far away is a small bush, there are miners and the old man on the opposite side who want to solve, and Fulan gets off. And the three people he thought were peddlers also came down. When he walked into the Bush, one of them chased him in, stood not far away from him, and calmly untied the belt. The miner was also there, humming a ditty, and soon the grass under him sounded a rustling sound. "Hey, friend, is there a fire?" Fulan took out his cigar from his pocket and went to him. The spy was obviously stunned. He took out the lighter from his pocket and lit it for Fulan. "How do you go there?" the Scout asked casually. "Oh, businessmen, ready to purchase some goods." Fulan took a smoke and puffed out the smoke. "One person? The world is not peaceful." the Scout laughs, and thinks, "you just pretend. When there is no one, there are many ways to let you speak the truth." The spies are very careful. After all, they are private intelligence personnel who can't see the light. They should not only avoid public occasions, but also be careful whether the other party has accomplices. An unsuspecting spy can't live long. Fulan was also thinking, "it's not the official secret police, otherwise as long as you take out the arrest warrant, you can directly arrest yourself before you get on the car." A private spy in Darmark or Lancaster? It seems that his disguised identity was exposed in advance. "You're also a businessman?" Fulan looked at the scout, his plain coat, and the edge was still raw. "It's not good." "It's hard to do business." the spy shrugged. "Look at your good clothes and make a lot of money?" "Ha, this cigarette alone is worth a Caesar." Fulan replied with the tone of a nouveau riche, "I can't do this business like you." "You've interested me. What kind of business?" the spy cunningly complimented and wanted to take the opportunity to get more information. "You see the big man with bills in his pocket. This cigar is the authentic product of the whole tobacco leaf." "You're still good at it." Fulan laughs and goes out of the shrubbery, noticing that the other two spies are vigilant outside. The coachman shouted, "gentlemen, can you hurry up?" "Wait a minute, I haven't finished smoking." Fulan cried defiantly, "it's a big deal to put more tips on you later." The upstarts who can't hide their words and like to show off, this is the conclusion of the spy. This kind of person is the best to deal with. As long as you give a little compliment, they will tell the secret like a bamboo tube pouring beans. The intelligence workers are different from the secret police with official background. It's better not to use violence. Moreover, the heads of the three haven't come yet, and they haven't delivered the new instructions to the higher authorities. "Keep an eye on him, don't let him slip away, and seize him when necessary." this is their task. "Can you tell me the secret?" the Scout asked. "If I can get rich, I will thank you." "You can't learn, like me, you can have big people's care..." Fulan's words suddenly stopped, and his face showed a look of mouth, "it's nothing, it's time to get on the bus." he threw down half a cigarette. The coachman was still complaining, "I'll be deducted for delayed arrival." "I think this can stop your mouth." Fulan took out his wallet, took out a ticket, and counted it slowly. The driver showed his greedy expression and consciously stopped his mouth. Take out a banknote, and Fran hands it to the driver. When he accidentally put the wallet back in his pocket, it fell to the ground. More than ten tickets fluttered to the ground, "Damn it!" Fulan shouted and bent to pick them up, and the spy also came to help, waiting for him to pick up one of them. There is an ink Lancaster logo on a fifty yuan voucher. "How could this guy have it?" thought the spy. Under the Lancaster sign, there is a special symbol, which is given by a son of Dagong. Fake? Or is this person appointed by a young master of leienshiman's family? He must be more careful. Family struggle is inevitable. Just a small spy, don't get involved in it, or there will be no bones left. Fulan took the bill and gave the spy a suspicious look. "Oh, this ticket is a little dirty." the spy replied quickly. "It's nothing. The family got dirty by accident." Fulan said in his mouth, but the action was very careful to smooth the money and put it into his wallet. After all the personnel got on the bus, they went on for a distance. One of the three spies shouted, "I'm here, stop." "It's not the station yet." "When I get to the station, I will walk a long way from my destination," he said. Fulan's trick worked. After the spies communicated in a certain way, they were ready to report to the superior. But it's not enough. We can only slow down their actions a little bit. "After arriving at the station, find a way to get rid of the remaining two." Fulan thought that as long as there was a ten minute gap, he could take off his make-up and become another person. Post station, six twenty. A small team of the secret police is checking every car in the post station. "How long does it take for the next train to arrive?" the police chief asked. "It's estimated to be an hour." the staff of the post station replied. "The wire said that the man got on a public carriage, but it was not clear which one." the head thought, "it's too urgent, there's not enough people to search every car along every road, only in the post station." "I hope the target won't run in the middle of the road." the head waved, indicating that the subordinate would release a carriage just checked, and continue to wait. The eleventh chapter pursuit (three) The head of the police, Zorfa Longhi, is tall, energetic and gloomy. His eyes are as sharp as a vulture looking for rotten bodies in the wild. Unlike those colleagues who only know how to do it, Zorfa's wrist is more skilled. He is also a new policeman in a small town. When he patrols the streets every day, he is quite outstanding. Once, Zorfa was chewing Aboriginal Office in the street - the little policeman could only eat this at noon, two pieces of thin bread with a sausage, cheap and able to supplement physical strength - when passing a coffee shop, the situation in it attracted his attention. At noon, it was the most profitable time for the catering industry, but the door of the cafe was closed, and the sign of "business suspension" was hung on the door. The house occasionally heard noise, and soon calmed down. He knocked on the door, and it took a long time for someone inside to reply, "Sir, it's not open today." The voice was flurried. "You haven't paid today's tax money, it's been two days!" drow law shouted, "do you want to be sealed up tomorrow!" It's a common phenomenon in small towns with judicial chaos. The shops give the police and gangsters tickets on time in exchange for protection from harassment. So the senior policemen are usually rich. It took another half a day for the door to be opened. The boss of the coffee shop held the ticket and handed it out half closed. His eyes swept over him, and he frowned at his back. Zorfa pretended not to see it, stood against the door that was going to be closed and walked directly in. "Give me a coffee and keep the account," he shouted. There were four or five customers in the shop, all silent, and three apparently masked people of the robbers, surrounded him. Oh, there was a robber behind the door. After he came in, he immediately closed the door and dialed the bolt. One against four, there's no chance of winning. The customer who was held under duress sighed in his heart, and the boss even scolded, "where are the stupid policemen, I have made a lot of eyes, you just don't see it, you only know the pigs who take money!" Zorfa suddenly came to a robber and sat down in a chair by the way. Before they did something, he shouted, "bring the coffee quickly!" then he said to the robber sincerely, "look, the protection fee should be like this. It's too violent, it will scare away customers, no income, and the shop can't be opened, so we all lose our harvest." It is also a common phenomenon that the authorities and gangs support each other and benefit each other. "You are the subordinates of boss Terry. Take the money and leave. After all, my identity is here. Don't let everyone lose face." The robbers were relieved that the stupid people who came in identified the wrong person and treated them as local gang members. "Terry? Who knows him? It's just used to confuse the line of vision. When the police found out the truth, they had already left." "OK, happy cooperation." the robber said, putting away his weapons and carrying a bag full of cash and customers' wallet jewelry in the counter. "Say hello to Terry for me." "No problem." "Oh, that's right." Zorfa patted his head, and he grabbed a robber who was similar to himself, whispering, "the two thousand yuan I owe to boss Terry is due, and I'm ready to pay it back at night. When I meet you, I'll pass it on for me." "That's good. It must be handed over." it's a fool indeed, two thousand yuan? It's estimated that not so many were seized today. "Go to the back hall. I don't want everyone to know that a policeman in this town owes a loan shark because of excessive gambling." The robber hesitated for a while, and greed finally prevailed. In the back hall, Zorfa took advantage of the robber's eyes on his wallet and directly knocked him out. He took off his clothes and hood and put them on. By the time the other three robbers found out that it was not right, it was late. The next one to suffer was the robber with the bag. Zorfa's sword pierced his chest. "Boss, go out the back door and call the police!" Zorfa, holding a sword and confronting the remaining two, stepped on the big bag full of money and ordered. In fact, there was no back door, but the two robbers did not know and had to flee in panic. "Is there anyone injured?" droufa asked, wiping his sweat. "I don't know, but just now the cook screamed, maybe he was injured. I'll go and have a look." the boss replied. Zorfa stopped him, "don't damage the scene, you stay in the hall to appease the guests and go to the police." The kitchen is in another 1. 5 closed rooms. The cook in the cafe was knifed on his feet, and there was a pool of blood on the floor. He was groaning in agony. When he saw Zorfa, he begged like a savior. "Please, come to the doctor quickly." "Are you ok?" Zorfa checked, but he didn't hurt the artery. If he received treatment in time, his life would not be in danger. "How could it be OK! I'm going to die!" "According to the regulations, a robbery case was cracked, and he was able to record two grades of merit." Zorfa squatted next to the chef, "but he was robbed of hundreds of yuan, and only one person was slightly injured in a small case, and at most he got oral praise." The chef groaned, "what do you say this is for? I need a doctor!" "I'm a new comer in the industry. To be promoted, I have to have achievements." Zorfa wrapped the knife still in the chef's leg with a handkerchief and said coldly, "look, as long as you die, a small case can become a big one. Don't hate me. If you want to hate me, you should hate the rules of the authorities." When the police station received the alarm and sent half a team of patrolmen to come, it was all over. "Two knives, the second knife cut off the main artery, and the victim died in a few minutes due to excessive blood loss," the forensic officer said after the autopsy. One person died and six people were robbed, so the Bureau issued a wanted order. "I just stabbed the chef." when the last two robbers were caught, they shouted at injustice. No one believed what they said. According to the chemical test results, only the robber's fingerprint was on the hilt. No one doubts that he saved all the customers in the cafe by his wisdom. That's how Zorfa Longhi began to be used. It took only ten years to go from the patrol to the inspector general and then to the captain of the secret police department. He was unscrupulous, ruthless and resourceful. It's seven twenty. It was completely dark. In the vast night, a tiny yellow light appeared at the far end of the road. It was the light installed outside the carriage of the post station. Zorfa Longhi asked his men to be ready. Gray hair, beard, middle-aged, pseudonym Carl Tiven. This is what he wants to catch. The features are too vague. Among one hundred people, there are at least twenty people. They are like this. Unlike important wanted criminals, there are images of Magicians for easy recognition. He can't expect the person to be arrested to come to the front and say, "I'm Carl Tiven, the person you're looking for." "If that person can fall into my hands, he has made great contributions and sold the Royal envoy." drow thought, "one day, I will be transferred from the secret police branch in the west to the Intelligence Bureau in Tanding and become an official with real power." He is confident that he will not let go of anyone who is suspicious. At the back of the post station, there were already three suspects, who were under strict supervision and were ready to accept more detailed verification. The carriage slowly entered the station, and the six post horses pulling the carriage were sweating. The coachman was just ready to jump off the seat, but he was stopped by Zorfa. "Passengers in the car, please accept the inspection, we are searching for a wanted criminal." Fulan heard the shouting, "it's so fast!" he calmly and quickly thought about it, and smiled at the private spies who were following him. "Can you help me? Maybe I can introduce the owner to you, he's a big man." "Oh, please tell me more." "I have some private documents of my boss, which can't be searched by the police." The spies of Lancaster all know that the family and the emperor are not the same as in the knight novels. If the secret information of the young master falls into the emperor's hands, it's not good. Although the guy in front of them is still suspicious, time does not allow them to think more. "Sir, take out your certificate." a policeman has stood in front of Fulan, "gray hair, moustache." he looked at Fulan, and said, "get off the car and accept the inquiry." The eleventh chapter pursuit (four) The police chief glanced at the document for two times at random, and said kindly, like a housekeeper, "man, where are you from?" "Sir, St Paul." Fulan wiped his sweat and his eyes drifted. Zorfa noticed that his body was shaking uneasily, and the signs were very suspicious. "With a partner?" Zorfa suggested that the team members control everyone in the car. "What do you do?" "Oh, I'm a businessman. I went to Fedu to buy some imported products. You know, the Oriental silk embroidery is as brilliant as clouds, so every lady can't wait to put it on her body; and those tea leaves have to be matched with the most expensive silver pot, and..." "That's it." Zorfa interrupted the other's flow, "you're going to Fedu alone?" "Yes, sir." "Open your luggage, I need to check." "No luggage, sir?" "A businessman who doesn't bring anything, just claims to go to Fedu to buy silk and tea?" Zorfa smiles, which looks terrible on his gloomy face, "cuff him!" "Sir, you don't have rights, it's abuse of power!" Fulan protested loudly, and many employees at the station looked at this side from afar, "if you don't have evidence, give me handcuffs..." "Clip?" Zorfa understood some secret words on the road, such as "the grey man fed in the nest again, and his thumb was caught by the clip." The grey man and the clamp are the police and the handcuffs. The nest means the nest and the junction point. The feed finger is the police's search operation, and the thumb is the leader of the gang in the area. When Zorfa saw the face of the suspect, it turned pale in an instant. He was still, but he was puzzled. The so-called secret words were just the private jargon of the little hoodlums who were not good at it. The real gangsters were disdained to make these ghosts famous. They were better at talking business with big people in an official voice. The head of the police is to catch the people that even the emperor's Royal envoy has designated to be arrested, not the gang hoodlums. Suddenly there was a cry of surprise from the carriage, and a policeman jumped out of the car to report, "there were people and things stolen from the car." It's the little clerk with a bow tie, he's turning his pocket, "my wallet is missing." The secret police quickly found a box under the chair in the car, in which there were just a few bills of wallet and some laundry, "this wallet is mine!" the little staff shouted happily. "Whose box is that?" No one admitted it. But the clerk pointed to Fulan and said, "it's his. When he gets on the car, he carries the box in his hand." Fulan was sweating and stuttered, "it could be a misunderstanding." "Misunderstanding?" zhuoerfa held the collar of the thief. He was very disappointed. This kind of work to catch the thief did not help the promotion in the future, but the characteristics of this person were very similar to the description of the Royal envoy. "It's better to kill someone wrong than to let it go." drow thought that he was preparing to order his subordinates to send the other party to the prison car and let the imperial envoy identify later, when a detail attracted his attention. The beard on the guy's mouth is crooked! He pulled hard, and the fake beard was pulled down, revealing his bare lips. It's not just the beard, even the grey hair is fake. It's a very handsome young man. With clothes, it's like the prince of some noble family sneaking out to play. But Zorfa was not interested in the appearance of men. "Who are you? Now you can do nothing, but when you get to the cell of the dark police hall, there are dozens of ways to let you know what women you played ten years ago." "Sir, it's... Someone who paid a lot of money to make me look like this and come out in a carriage?" "Who is it?" "I don't know. He's wearing a big hat and hiding from the sun, but he can see the gray sideburns and moustaches. I think it's easy and quick to get money, so I agreed." "Where did he ask you to go?" "He only let me go anywhere by car." "When did it happen?" "In the afternoon, I was at the post station of St Paul, and I wanted to see what fresh meat from other places was good to start with. The man came to me, one thousand Caesar, not a fool would agree, even the clothes were given by him." In the lining pocket of the thief's underwear, there were indeed one thousand Caesar's bills. Zhuoer FA quickly turned his head and was confused: he was indeed a cunning opponent. He deployed everything before leaving the city. If it wasn't that stupid thief who couldn't help but steal things, he would be caught as a target. When we found out that we were wrong after the trial, the target had already achieved and ran without trace. The police chief worships power, and he is also convinced that the person who is ordered to be arrested by a big man is not a simple role. He took a deep breath and pinched his knuckles. "What else do you have? To be honest, maybe you can close it for a few days less." "He was ready to go to the border, because I followed a section of the road afterwards and saw that he bought a carriage ticket to the border town." Zhuoerfa no longer hesitated. The credit must not be given to others. He was ready to take his team members to the border town overnight to rob the target. As for the thief, he said casually, "give him to the nearby police station to be detained." Lancaster's private spy watched Fulan be taken away by the police. They are also discussing, "what to do now?" "Wait a minute. It's up to him." The wallet just now was stolen with the help of a spy, and then put it into the box Fulan left in the car on purpose. "He is really a member of the family, so we have to get him out of the public security team; no, we have to get him out and control him." the spy thought, they discussed, one person followed the public security team, one person stayed in the post, waiting for backup. Strictly speaking, the post station is a pocket Town, which can be seen in restaurants, hotels and small shops, but there is no resident population. It is passengers and the owners and employees of each shop who come and go. Of course, the police station also had a unit rented with a restaurant. Next to the front door of the restaurant, there was a slightly smaller side door. There was a small badge of double headed eagle hanging on the eaves of the door, probably because the partition wall is the kitchen of the restaurant. The indoor air of the police station is filled with the smell of lampblack and vegetables. The smell can change at any time, sometimes it's Stewed tuna, sometimes it's cream potatoes, according to the food cooked in the kitchen. There are only two policemen in the police station, and the salary is jointly borne by the post station and the General Administration of St Paul. To be honest, it's hard for the post station town to have any cases. The people who come and go are familiar faces and temporary residents. The biggest case is a few years ago, a passenger's luggage was stolen in the hotel. The director is an old police officer who is about to retire. He takes a new recruit and spends his time reading newspapers and drinking coffee every day. Recently, the novice has the most extensive pursuit. He fell in love with a waitress girl in the hotel and stayed there all day. "Bran, patrol more and be more alert. It's not possible that one day you can meet a big case and be promoted to the general administration." the director sometimes nags. "Dad." Bran, the little police officer, would laugh and say, "it's not good to be safe. I don't want to be murdered by vicious gangsters when I was young." The director thought about it, stopped talking and continued to read the newspaper. To live safely is more suitable for ordinary people than to take a brilliant and exciting adventure. This is the ordinary life of the police station in Yizhan Town, like the lake in the warm late spring, with occasional harmless ripples. Today, a strong storm has wrinkled the lake and raised waves of spray. First, the secret police of the secret police department came. At first, Bran was curious to apply to participate in the operation and was severely rejected. "A small policeman should have the duty of a small policeman." they said that, and the director heard the disdain in his words. But at night, when the secret police withdrew, there was no harvest, but a thief was sent to the Department. The director's father thought sarcastically, "is this the ability of spy?" The small bureau has no jurisdiction. What it can do is to detain the thief, notify the General Administration, and wait a few days, there will be a prison car, so that the thief can go to St Paul's three level criminal court to accept the verdict: bail or go to prison for the first half of the year. There are only two detention rooms in the police station. Three sides are walls reinforced with bricks, and one side is a thumb thick iron fence, which can hold three people at most. Dad looked at the prisoner. He was a young handsome boy. He shook his head and sighed that the young people didn't learn well. "Close him to..." my father thought about it. The drunk man in the left hand who lived in a riot yesterday, vomited and filled it with sour smell, but now it doesn't subside. He put Fulan in the cleaner detention room on the right. "Have you had dinner, man?" Bran asked. "Not yet," Fulan replied. "I can buy it for you. The food in the restaurant next door is not good. I go to the hotel, and the cooks there are more skilled." Bran suggested, "but you have to pay for the money yourself." "I heard that prison meals are free." "That means prison, and you have to work in prison in order to get the right to eat." bran smiled, and his face was shiny with acne, "you're a rookie." "No, I went ahead once." Fulan said, recalling his experience in Fedu. "Hey, this handsome guy is still an old hand." Bran looked at the prisoner carefully, and suddenly sighed, "I'm half as handsome as you, and the lovely little Tess won't leave." "I don't have money." Fulan said that his wallet was taken away by drow, and the small suitcase filled with more than 100,000 bills was locked by him and placed in the luggage of the cardinal troupe. "That's not easy to handle." bran shrugged, "the General Administration won't reimburse the prisoners for their board expenses, but it's the negligible allowance in the Department." The father said, "OK, go buy some bread for the child." "Bread? There's no bread workshop in the town. It's shipped from the city, and it starts to harden after a few days." bran refused to let go of any chance to see "lovely little Tess", "I'll go to the hotel and serve him hot soup." After Fulan's meal, the night was very dark, and the two policemen were sleeping in the station, and they could hear a slight snore. In the dark, Fulan stood up and knocked on the wall. It was very thick. Only when he changed his body, he had the power of horror. Breaking the wall or breaking the iron railing was not a problem. In mind, he can disappear in the starry field. But it is bound to disturb the police in their sleep. He can't let the secret of transformation be exposed, and he can't do the thing of killing people. "Everyone has their own justice and morality, so I'm right!" villains often use this to claim their own innocence. But using this as an excuse to trample on others, there is no difference between the so-called justice and evil and depravity. Fulan sat down again and laid down on the cement bed. "There's always a chance," he said.