Chapter 478: The Death of Jula
Whoosh!
Du Di'an copied the palm of his hand, grabbed the newspaper again in an instant, and stared at the newspaper in this corner, "No. 72 Ives Street, the owner and his wife committed suicide by taking poison. It is suspected that the dispute with the neighbors caused depression..."
He looked at it word for word, over and over again, word for word. ?≠
His palms trembled slightly, and every breath of air he exhaled contained scorching hot air!
ho!
He stood up suddenly, grabbed his fingers, and crushed all the newspapers on the table, including the consortium newspaper in his hand.
Noyce next to him saw Du Di'an so angry, he was startled and looked at him in surprise. After following Du Di'an for so long, he had never seen this young man so angry, even when he was insulted in prison. Such anger and murderous intent!
"You stay here." Du Dian said coldly, and strode out of the office.
Hawkeye, who had just come back from dealing with things, happened to bump into Du Dian in the corridor. Just as he was about to say hello, he suddenly realized that the master's atmosphere was not right, and his heart suddenly burst, and he said carefully: "Sir, that person has already been dealt with, who are you?"
"I'll go out." Du Di'an stepped over and passed by him, and the rolling wind swept the eagle-eyed face, making the man feel the chills, especially Du Di'an's second half sentence, "Don't let anyone follow me, otherwise, there will be no return!"
The sound fell, and people had walked out of the corridor like a phantom.
Hawkeye was stunned, turned his head to look, but only saw a piece of clothing left by Du Dian in the corridor.
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Out of the manor, Du Di'an rode a fast horse. This is a red-brown horse, and it is also a horse dedicated to the 'Standing' family, a big family behind the ninth district. Seeing a horse is like seeing a flag. You can go everywhere in the outer wall area without showing any identification, even if it is heavily guarded. central business district.
drive!
The horse is flying high, like riding a red dust, flying away.
About an hour later, Du Di'an came to the center of the business district, which is bustling and lively. There are prosperous shops everywhere, overcrowded, the roadside is full of pedestrians, and the vehicles are congested.
He came to an inn, got off his horse, threw the rope to the waiter who ran up, and said, "Take care of it." After speaking, he turned and entered the street, mixing into the crowd.
In the midst of the bustling crowd, he flew away from the street here and came to the adjacent street, kneading his face along the way, changing to another face, grabbing a passerby beside him, knocking him unconscious and dragging him Enter the alley, strip off his clothes and replace. After the disguise was completed, he turned over the alley, quickly left here, and went to the other side of the central area.
A few quarters later, Du Di'an came to the address of No. 72 on Ives Street, and immediately saw a spacious manor with a beautiful environment and exquisite villa standing in front. The body is full of iron and blood. At this moment, a judge knight is leaning beside him, holding bread in his hand and chewing it unhappily.
Inside the manor, there was a figure of heat that seemed to be busy with something.
From the air, Du Di'an smelled the strong and pungent bloody smell, and the smell of rotting corpses. Even if it was diluted by the air, it would not dissipate for a long time. Even ordinary people's sense of smell can easily smell it, but without him It was so intense that it penetrated deep into the lungs, into the bone marrow.
Du Dian's heart sank, like falling into an icy frost lake, and the chill penetrated into his blood.
Whoosh!
With a flicker of his figure, he 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 opened the skylight and walked in slowly, and suddenly saw the luster of dust floating in the sun on the third floor, obviously it had not been cleaned for a long time.
He was silent for a moment, then slowly walked to the second floor step by step, acting like a ghost, without making any sound.
When I went down to the second floor, I immediately saw chaos in the living room on the second floor. The pillows on the sand were casually turned over to the ground, as if they had been looted by robbers. in the corner of the living room,
It was a new textile machine, the light beams went off, and the dust was floating.
The hot figure in the villa at the moment is busy on the first floor, seems to be carrying something, and makes a dragging sound.
Du Di'an bit his lip slightly and walked to the stairs quietly, and suddenly saw a judge knight in battle armor wearing several layers of gloves and masks, with bulging nostrils, it seems that the mask alone is not enough to stop breathing, He half-squatted on the ground, kept backing away, holding the towed thing with both hands, it was a corpse, a severely decomposed corpse!
The corpse was a little swollen, there were corpse spots, the cheeks were all scratched with sharp blades, there was a pool of blood on the ears, the ears were missing, and they were cut off. There are welt marks all over his chest and belly, and it is not difficult to imagine what kind of torture he had suffered.
The moment he saw the corpse's face, Du Di'an's mind became blank with a bang, and he stood there in a daze.
This face is his adoptive mother, Jula! !
The last glimmer of hope in his heart was also lost in an instant, as if he had fallen into an abyss, his whole body was cold.
This villa was the place where he settled down after he ordered someone to take over the Jules and his wife. The house was transferred to the Jules and his wife. Therefore, the moment he saw the news in the newspaper, his heart was suspended. Until this moment, But it sank deeply, fell down.
His mind seemed to be confused, and he stood there blankly.
Jula's body was dragged by the young judge knight and slid outside on the smooth wooden floor. Jula's eyes were wide open, full of panic and anger, like a sculpture, her neck was tilted, and she followed the stairs. Du Di'an looked at each other, and under the drag of the young knight, he disappeared from the wall beside the corridor little by little, until his whole body was dragged outside the villa.
Du Dian froze in place, and suddenly, a flash of light flashed in his mind, thinking of the conclusion in the newspaper, "Suicide... Suicide by taking poison?"
He was stunned for a while, then suddenly grinned, wanting to laugh, but couldn't laugh.
"suicide……"
"With so many scars on the body, the court actually decided that it was suicide!"
He grinned, showing a smile, but two lines of sad tears slowly poured out of his eyes and swept across his cheeks. The tears rolled and slowly dripped onto his chest. Rather bigger.
But there was no laugh.
Like a man who laughed madly, but couldn't laugh anymore.
Once, he thought that he would never be emotional again and would never cry again.
But the reality ruthlessly rejected his idea, the world has never given anyone privileges.
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