Chapter 217 Calling for Help

Lure reporters to a designated location in advance, pull them into a dream to see the Valente family colluding with pirates, and then publicize it through influential newspapers.

Lynch had seen this move too many times in his previous life. It was a typical media war routine, using reporters as weapons.

Although there is no evidence, it is impossible to cause any substantial damage to the Valente family in the end, but it will not only damage the family's reputation, but also make it very passive for a period of time.

No need to ask, there is definitely something wrong with the person from the Dockers Association who directly provided the clues.

The carriage of the Valente family followed a dusty ordinary carriage and stopped at the side of a spacious and clean avenue.

It was late at night, and the avenue was deserted. Only the gas street lamps still adhered to their duties and did not go out lazily. Unlike the street further away, the tattered street lamps had long lost their luster and were mixed with the surrounding garbage.

This is the residential area near Shiratori Port. The living conditions are extremely strange, with a world of ice and fire.

Some of the houses are dilapidated and crude. Garbage and waste that have not been collected for more than ten days are piled up in the weeds on the roadside. A dozen strong men are crowded into a small room. They leave early and come home late. The smell of feet and sweat mixes with the smell of garbage outside the window. , so that people passing by don’t dare to approach.

The other part is just the opposite. The environment is clean and beautiful. The independent bungalows are bright and spacious, and neatly dressed gentlemen and ladies spend their days leisurely in them.

On one side are the dock workers and craftsmen, on the other side are the residences of dock officials, merchants and brokers. Sometimes there is only a wall between them, but it is like living in two worlds.

"Mark, head of the Longshoremen's Association publicity office, a mid-level guy."

Maya got out of the dusty carriage and pointed to a bungalow with a garden not far away.

Lynch's mouth trembled. He didn't understand what it meant that the middle-level members of the association, which represented the interests of dock workers, lived in a wealthy area with a beautiful environment. Not only was it clean and tidy, but the streets were also patrolled in blue uniforms all night long.

However, as soon as he encountered the luxurious carriage with the family emblem on it, he immediately turned into another street. I wonder if he just missed the two suspicious carriages.

"You come with us, the three of them are waiting outside."

Lynch made a gesture, climbed over the fence, opened the courtyard door, and broke into the house with the two ladies.

However, as soon as he entered the door, Lin Qi frowned, and a slight tingling sensation came from the center of his eyebrows.

This is the stimulation from the mysterious filth. Conceptually, when you enter an area, you will feel the filth. Typical rooms have signs of filth erosion.

"problem occurs."

Lynch turned his eyes and looked in the direction of the strongest pain. A dark shadow fell to the ground. He turned around and winked at Miss Valente, asking her to put up the gun and be on guard. Lynch carried the The cane leaned over.

At that moment a large dog fell to the ground.

No, it should be said that it was a corpse, which had completely lost its breath.

No injuries could be seen on the body, but the belly was swollen.

"I come."

Miss Valente's voice came from behind. The aristocratic lady patted Lynch on the shoulder. Lynch stood up and raised his gun on guard. He squatted down to inspect the body:

"The one who drowned, there was still water in his lungs, he died not long ago."

"Huh? Drowned in the garden?" Lynch's eyes twitched. As expected, anything could happen in this mysterious world. "We may be late. Let's go in and have a look."

"Well, I hope it's not too late."

Unfortunately it seems too late.

Lynch silently kicked open the door with the power of phantom sounds. The three of them quickly searched the room in the dark. In the master bedroom on the second floor, they finally found the target of their trip, the owners of the room, Mark and His wife.

The two of them were lying on the bed, seemingly sleeping soundly. However, when they got closer, they found that the woman was already cold and Mark had no breath. They were all drowned, their bodies were swollen, and sewage was still flowing out of their mouths and noses. There were no signs of struggle on the bed. They seemed to have lost their lives unknowingly in their dreams.

Deep Diver.

Such a weird way of death made the three of them come up with this idea at the same time. Just when Lynch felt his heart trembling, he heard Miss Valente let out a soft sigh.

"This guy... still has some warmth in his chest." She was referring to Mark, "He's not dead yet."

"Is there any hope?"

"Let me try."

The aristocratic lady pushed Mark's body upside down by the bed and beat his back hard, which squeezed out some sewage, but obviously did not resume active breathing and spurted out the accumulated water.

"No, it's been too long. He is actually dead, but not completely dead yet."

"It's too late. He was obviously silenced. Such a strange way of death has revealed the identity of the murderer. It's a pity that we... hmm? You said he was not completely dead?"

"Yeah, what?"

"It's me this time. I have the ability to resonate with death, but it's just a little..."

Lynch and Miss Valente swapped places, and looking at this middle-aged man with a dirty face and pale skin, they suddenly felt nauseous.

Do you really need to post this?

‘Neighbor, can I just put it on my forehead, and there are no other methods? ’

[Yes, Lynch, pfft, sorry. 】

‘No, why do I feel like your voice is full of malice? ’

[That was your illusion. You said you would believe me. 】

‘I’m just poorly educated and not mentally retarded. Your malice has materialized. How can a goddess be so vicious? ’

Lynch gritted his teeth and rolled his eyes. He took off his gloves and pressed his fingers between the eyebrows of Mark's corpse. An invisible mist surged out of his body and flowed into the stiff corpse along his fingertips.

For a moment, there was a tearing pain in his chest, and a strong sense of suffocation was reflected in his brain. Lynch desperately opened his mouth to breathe, but every time he opened his mouth, large mouthfuls of fishy, ​​salty sewage poured into his mouth.

Damn it, is this death?

The strength in his body seemed to be drained quickly. Lin Qi struggled desperately, but was still unable to break free. He could only let the sewage fill his lungs, squeezing the last breath in his lungs.

I'm going to die, why is it so scary?

His vision had turned completely white, and his consciousness had fallen into chaos, but at the last moment of his death, Lynch seemed to see an extremely blurry picture.

A young female figure handed a covered box into her hands. There was a faint red light in the cracks of the box: "Go, give it to those people, they will tell you what to do next."

The scene turned, and an ugly strong man with a fishy smell took the wooden box, handed over a handful of yellow gold coins, and jumped into the sea with the box without saying a word.

The screen turned again, and someone put a wad of banknotes into his hand: "I'll give you another task. Tell them to wait at Shark Tooth Reef at 9 o'clock tomorrow night. There will be big news about pirates."

The picture became increasingly blurry and his breathing became weaker and weaker. Just when his consciousness was about to dissipate, the white mist instantly retracted into Lin Qi's body. Lin Qi suddenly took a few steps back and fell to the ground helplessly, gasping for breath. He was gasping for air, feeling a sharp pain in his chest that was still tearing apart.

A soft little hand held his hand. As soon as Lynch opened his eyes, he saw Miss Valente's concerned gaze. The aristocratic lady bit her lip gently, her big eyes unblinking.

"It's okay." Lynch also held Miss Valente's hand and whispered, "I caught a big fish."

"how?"

"The Flaming Red Lips were probably sent to the Deep Divers by Princess Chloe. I wonder if they want the Deep Divers to find things. If so, it would be troublesome, because there are many Deep Divers, and He is about to leave the land, and the target is unknown. In addition, someone did pay him to set a trap for reporters. I don’t know who it is, but judging from the words, it is probably Chloe.”

"So if we want to control the gems in our own hands and prevent them from looking for that strange object, we can only start with the deep divers?" Miss Valente's face turned pale and she said distressedly, "That's too dangerous. I can’t let you sneak in and steal anymore.”

"No, I do have an idea."

Lin Qi wiped the sweat from his face and smiled.

Killing people with a borrowed knife, driving away tigers and devouring wolves, this is the wisdom of the previous life.

Now is a good time to bring in reinforcements.

Manager West, I'm so sorry, I'm here to see you.