Chapter 161: Name Correction Part 1
a few days later.
The Tell Street Tribunal received a report that a highly decomposed corpse soaked in a wooden barrel appeared in a hut in a remote street under their jurisdiction. The first person to discover the corpse was a nearby neighbor.
In the long-lost sunny weather, the rotten smell of the corpse came out, exposing the corpse. When the people in the courthouse arrived in a hurry, they saw a horrified scene. This highly decomposed corpse was sitting in a wooden barrel, his hands clasped together, as if praying, and two steel nails were pierced through his chest.
The people in the courtroom recognized the corpse's clothing at a glance, and it was the deacon's uniform of the courthouse.
This is like a depth bomb, causing a great uproar.
After identifying the identity of the body, all the tribunal branches in the entire business district were alerted.
As a fourth-party top force independent of the nobles, the military department, and the Holy See of Light, this is the most serious trauma and provocation suffered by the trial in the past five years. For a time, various courts included this case in the highest execution ranks. .
The day after Hollet's body was found, people found another highly decomposed body in a sewer outside the courthouse. After identification, it was Hollet's driver.
The investigators sent by the courthouse immediately found the owner of the house. This was a slightly fat middle-aged man. When he was brought into the interrogation room of the courthouse, he was so frightened that he collapsed.
"At eight o'clock in the evening on the seventeenth, where are you?"
"At home, it was raining heavily, and I was with my family."
"I heard that your house was rented out, do you still remember what the lessor looked like?"
"I don't remember. He was wearing a hood and kept his head down. It was too dark. I didn't pay much attention, but I remembered that he was quite thin."
"Did you not read his ID card when you signed the lease?"
"I asked him for it, but he said he didn't bring it with him. Later, he said that he would only rent it for a week and give me ten silver coins. I, I rented it to him."
"Hmph, seeing money is eye-opening."
In the homeowner's investigation, the trial learned very limited information, and the only thing that can be confirmed is that the perpetrator of the crime was a male, and that it was a planned, premeditated assassination.
but,
If a deacon dies, the court will naturally not let it go. The body and the scene are strictly protected. The court has transferred two senior trial knights to detect the information left by the murderer.
The first thing that attracted attention was that the two steel nails were sent to the court for inspection. It didn't take long for them to find two kinds of bloodstains on the steel nails, one belonged to Hollet, and the other was unknown. blood.
Although it was impossible to find the murderer in terms of blood, the Tribunal quickly found the source of the steel nail - the Thorns Flower Prison.
In addition to the steel nails, the court found a few rose petals at the scene, so the flowerbeds and flower shops in various places in Tell Street were closely interrogated.
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In another part of the business district, the town of Yard.
A carriage drove in and stopped in front of a hotel. A pale-skinned teenager got off the car, holding a handful of crimson roses in his hand, and entered the hotel.
dong dong~!
The door opened.
"Dian?" Joseph in the room saw Du Dian at the door, and said in surprise: "Come in, you are finally back."
Du Di'an entered the room, and Joseph was alone in the spacious room. He asked, "What about Barton and Kruen?"
"They went to collect information and will be back soon." Joseph saw the flower that Du Dian was holding, and said in surprise, "Why change it."
"The previous one withered." Du Di'an smiled and poured himself a cup of hot tea. After a while, he smelled Barton and Kruen appearing in the perception range, and soon, the two returned to the hotel.
"How is it?" Du Dian asked the two of them.
When Barton and Kreun saw Du Dian, they were a little surprised, as if they had found the backbone. Hearing this, the two looked at each other, and Barton said, "We've asked everywhere, from the butcher who kills pigs to the bosses of various shops. I heard from them that the Lane family is a declining little aristocrat. The patriarch's name is Flynn Lane, he is sixty-two years old this year, his wife died very early, he has four children, his eldest son is forty-eight years old, and he has three children, all of whom are married..."
Du Dian listened to the two of them telling the information.
"Because it has fallen, there are only two knights in the Lane family, each with ten people and about thirty squires, a total of fifty people, and I heard that many of these knights are not regular knights, and have not received the Medal of Glory in the Knights Hall. , it's just that the old patriarch took good care of his face, and recruited some apprentice knights into the formation to expand the number to make the appearance look better."
After a while, the three of them said everything they knew.
Du Dian nodded slightly, and after thinking for a while, he got up and said, "You wait for me here, I'll go out."
"Where?" Barton asked involuntarily.
Du Dian smiled and said, "Visit the old patriarch."
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Night is coming.
In the old castle on the high slope outside the town, the lights are bright.
Knights and squires are on duty all over the castle. The day-to-day work of guarding is extremely boring. The scenery that repeats forever has long been tired, and the guards know that even the stupidest thief will not come here. To hunt for treasure is tantamount to looking for water in the desert and fire in the sea.
The guards stood together, chatting about interesting things they had heard recently, passing the time, just hoping that the night would pass sooner.
In the huge restaurant of the ancient castle, the old patriarch Fulin sat at the head of the long table, and his children and grandchildren were sitting in two rows. One of the older granddaughters was handing his child to the nanny to let her Take it to breastfeeding.
A huge chandelier hangs on the top of the dining table, and the oil lamp is dry and yellow, which is the lamp oil used by ordinary residents.
After dinner, the children each got up and saluted the old patriarch Fulin, and went back to their respective rooms to rest or play.
"Grandpa, I mentioned to you last time about opening a store on Wall Street, how are you thinking about it?" When the others were almost gone, a young man in his twenties asked the old patriarch Fulin in the chief seat. road.
The old patriarch Fulin looked up at him slowly, frowned, and said, "I have investigated, although Wall Street is prosperous, but the rent of the storefront is too high, and the profit you want to sell is too low to earn the rent back. It’s not enough, let alone making money to support the family.”
The young man's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly said: "Grandpa, what I sell is not broken copper or iron, but good swords and knives forged by master craftsmen that I have worked so hard to find. They can be sold at high prices, as long as you lend me some money to buy the shop. If you rent it, you will definitely make a profit!”
"You're too young." The old patriarch Fulin sighed, "Go and investigate the items of several other similar shops near Wall Street. If you think you can sell better than other shops, then come to me, Qian Qian. Don't take customers for fools, they're all good."
"Grandpa!" the young man said anxiously.
"Hutton, don't be rude!" the middle-aged man beside him yelled.
The young man suffocated, lowered his head sullenly, threw away the dinner fork in his hand, and turned to leave.
The middle-aged man hurriedly said to the old patriarch Fulin: "Father, don't take offense, this child is ignorant and a little impatient."
"He's still young. After a few more years of training, he'll understand." Old Patriarch Fulin sighed and said nothing. He picked up the crutches at the table and got up, and went back to the room with the help of the maid next to him.
Going back to the room with the stairs, the old patriarch Fulin covered his chest and coughed lightly. The middle-aged maid next to him quickly took out the medicine bottle from the container and handed it to him.
The old patriarch poured out two red pills and swallowed them, his cough eased a little, and he waved the maid to retreat.
After the middle-aged maid retired, the old patriarch Fulin slowly came to the desk beside the bed with a cane, lit the oil lamp, took out the magnifying glass in the drawer, and flipped through the books on the table.
"The patriarch is very interested." Suddenly, a voice sounded from a dark corner of the room.
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Today was originally the third shift, but I felt uncomfortable after dinner, so the second shift was later than usual, the third shift was reserved for tomorrow, and the fourth shift tomorrow will make up for it, sorry~~~(To be continued.) New website is activated.