“...... We should put up a post to hype it up, Director Zvi ......"

Julian began to arrange the plan in high spirits, and his words were filled with irrepressible excitement, although he did not dance with his hands, but he was not far off.

Director Zvi's face was still a little pale and had not fully recovered, but his eyes the size of mung beans had begun to spin and twirl, and his weak spine had straightened, as if he was ready to receive an imperial medal.

At this time, he couldn't see the weak and embarrassed appearance just now, and he couldn't wait to point out the country, which made Issa, who was facing him, a little unbearable.

The corners of Hodden's mouth couldn't help but smile up, and he nodded to Issa with a smile, and then deliberately nodded to the other two gentlemen.

Julian responded with a smile on his face, but Director Zvi raised his chin haughtily and twisted his head, still looking down on Holden, but the tightness of the muscles in his left arm and shoulder near Holden betrayed his deep tension and panic.

It's like Hoden is the legendary Montequiro, as long as he looks at him, he can turn the other party into a puddle of mud, and all the bones will melt and disintegrate.

Hodden didn't mind, a smile flowed from his eyes, he turned around, and after saying a brief goodbye to Pasia, he turned to leave.

Issa didn't stop Hodden and focused on her work, and she still had a lot to negotiate if the Eighth Jurisdiction wanted to take over the relevant files.

Fortunately, Julian also had the intention of being friendly, and he was insinuating Holden in and out of his words, and he still hoped to be able to make friends with His Royal Highness the Third Prince through Holden, so he agreed to Issa's request very neatly - to make an additional copy of all the evidence at the scene of the crime, and hand it over to the eighth jurisdiction, hoping to find more clues.

After all, Captain Casca doesn't need to come out, Issa has already done it himself.

When everything was done, Issa had time to gather his thoughts—the amount of information this morning had been a bit ferocious, and after thinking about the whole story, he always felt as if he had overlooked some important clue, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

That strange feeling lingered, "Pacia, I think we're missing something, do you have an impression? ”

Issa patted her head, the feeling of not being able to remember a piece of the puzzle knowing she was missing was terrible.

"Do you need me to go to Holden again?" replied Pacia.

Issa rolled her eyes angrily and glared at Patsia fiercely: they are the vigilantes, they can't turn to Holden every time, right?

But Parcia didn't know why, and looked back with an innocent face, which made Issa also powerless for a while, and finally could only wave his hand and say helplessly, "...... Forget it, I'll think about it again. Go back and sort out your thoughts, and maybe you will find something. ”

Patia couldn't understand it, and asked again, "Are you sure you don't need to look for Holden?"

"......" Issa decided not to bother with this guy.

Meanwhile, Hodden had arrived at 99 Princes Street, where he greeted the Lechman family, then met the landlord who complained that the staircase was overworn and was considering a "repair fee", and finally confirmed that Nair had gone to work and was not at home, and then he returned to his room.

Closing the door of the room carefully, but not locking it down completely without making a fuss, too much caution may lead to unnecessary speculation.

After taking a seat in front of the desk, Holden pulled out an item from his pocket:

The roll of parchment that was placed in the sewer pipe.

The only person on the scene who noticed Hedon digging through the parchment scroll was Issa - Director Zvi, who was immersed in his emotions, did not notice, and then Hoden diverted everyone's attention, and Issa did not ask about the parchment scroll in detail, and may have forgotten it for the time being.

But in Holden's view, this should be the key piece of evidence, and it is likely that Nightingale brought about her own death.

Sitting at his desk, Hodden took another closer look at the parchment scroll, there was no code to lock or touch the mechanism - Nightingale was probably just an ordinary poor boy, which was why he needed to hide the parchment scroll in a secret place, and hide it physically.

After casting the light element again to complete the purification, Hodden slowly spread out the parchment scroll.

"September 8th.

What the hell is going on? I thought those people were just playthings for the big guys, but now why is someone missing? Is he lying to me?

However, he had no reason to deceive me. So, what exactly is he looking for? Maybe I should shut up and pretend nothing happened. ”

It's actually a diary?

It's a diary again!

Strictly speaking, not a diary, but a note to organize your thoughts.

When your mind is full of countless chaotic thoughts, listing them with brushstrokes and then re-examining them with the eyes of an onlooker can often find more clues and find a clear solution. Nightingale needs this approach now, to establish her own way forward.

September 8 was the day Holden and Robben found Nightingale.

In the blank space of the next three lines, Nightingale Rowe lists a number of keywords, which are meaningless in themselves, but should be doubts or clues in Nightingale's mind, or information that Nightingale needs to further verify.

For Holden, the key words are to see flowers in the fog, and it is impossible to really understand Nightingale's thinking, but vaguely, Holden can piece together some clues.

Nightingale did have a lot of suspicions about Mr. Harford's dinner, but from the clues he had, it should be a party of pure fun, and the waiters were reduced to the playthings of the big guys, and he didn't want his next-door neighbor to be involved, so he didn't continue to introduce the middle-aged man next door to work.

But how much Nightingale knew about the party is unknown.

"September 11th.

Calso is really gone!

I couldn't believe how Calso had disappeared, no one even noticed, and yet he was never seen again in the neighborhood where he wandered. He hasn't been seen for three months!

Is what that guy said true? Did they really disappear? Or were they just imprisoned in the dungeons of the big men?

Or...... Or have they started to enjoy the life of the upper class? Have they also become happy young masters?

That's how it should be.

Definitely!

I should stop there. That's the end of it. Nick, you should be smarter. "Diagram of the Great Dao of the Heavens