Song Qiao has always felt that Douglas's affairs may be a little strange during the day, she has been in the Discipline Inspection Commission for many years, and she always has an intuition that is different from ordinary people, so she is not obsessed with finding out who killed Douglas, but asks people to investigate all the people who were related to Douglas back then.

And at this moment, she stood in front of the officer's dormitory assigned by the military department, and saw another corpse lying in a pool of blood, his face sinking like water—after all, it was still a step too late.

Douglas is just a trick, a trap, and the real traitor is this man. They framed Song Qiao in advance, drew Song Qiao's attention to Douglas, and then killed the suspect in one fell swoop. Of course, Song Qiao will think that Douglas was killed and killed, which is equivalent to confirming the identity of Douglas's traitor.

Then, He Jingshan went to the Dusk Palace and unknowingly handed over a false piece of information to Garcy. Dean stepped back, but confessed to the real traitor.

And what's worse is that now both are dead, and there is no proof of death. Judging from the surface alone, it is easy for things to turn out -- He Jingshan tried to cover up the traitor, so he planted the blame and fooled it through. But Dean poked out the real traitor, and He Jingshan saw that the matter was exposed, so he killed people and killed them.

"Good plan, good plan." Song Qiao couldn't stop sneering, and He Jingshan also frowned on the side, "You take care of the aftermath, I'll go to the Twilight Palace again." ”

He Jingshan entered the palace late at night, and it is unknown how much he can really recover.

Tang Chuan, who received the news, also didn't speak for a long time, they lost this round, and their skills were inferior to others and they had nothing to say. However, 007 was furious on the sidelines, scolding Dean over and over again, and venting his anger to Tang Chuan. He recently downloaded a new collection of swear words, and scolding people is not the same at all. Qilin, a little white, doesn't understand anything, so he will applaud 007 on the side.

Tang Chuan said, and then a fine light flashed in his eyes. It's not over yet, he doesn't believe in this Dean.

At the same time, Evans, who was tossing and turning at home and couldn't sleep, suddenly received a strange call, hesitated for a few seconds, and connected, "Hey? Who is it? ”

"It's me"

The next day, in the hospital ward.

Joey lay in the hospital for a few days and finally decided to be discharged. Natasha came over to accompany him every day, and in the eyes of outsiders, the two had a deep relationship, which was enviable.

Joey knew that it wasn't like that, Natasha had been asking about Tang Chuan's situation in nine out of ten sentences in the past few days, and Joey's injury was right in front of her, so she could only get the rest of the sentence.

"Don't worry, Tang Chuan is in Shengsuli, he is just a little injured, and he will be fine." Joey said.

"Really?"

"Really." Joey chuckled, picked up the suit next to him and put it on, "Your Royal Highness, when did I lie to you?" And instead of worrying about Tang Chuan, you should worry about yourself more at this time. ”

Natasha frowned, "Why?" ”

"His Majesty is a good thing to get us engaged, but he definitely doesn't want us to get too close." Joy said.

Natasha only thought about it for a moment, and then she was a little angry, "You only reminded me now, don't you think it's too late?" ”

Joey spread his hands, "This is something we didn't expect at first. ”

Natasha felt that it was useless to be angry again, and took a deep breath, "What next?" Brother Wang's affairs have made no progress, and there are too few clues. ”

"Don't want to keep your distance from me, to avoid suspicion?"

"I'm the crown prince, do you have to back down just because of this little thing?" Natasha is in good color.

Joey smiled apologetically, then took off the pen in his breast pocket and wrote a string of characters on the tissue at hand, "Have you ever heard of His Highness Mullin's tea party?" You can log on to this website, and you may have unexpected gains. ”

The weather is getting cooler in November, whether it is Huajing or the front line, it is in full swing.

Su Feng's team fought in the sea of stars, and only returned to the fortress once to recuperate, and then continued to devote themselves to the war. And the wrestling between the parliament and the military department has finally surfaced in secret battles again and again.

The seeds of suspicion had been planted, and that night, no matter how much He Jingshan reported the truth and how Kathy handled it indifferently, a crack was still dug between them.

"In the future, if it's not an emergency, it's a big night, and you don't have to run to the twilight palace." Gassy's words are equivalent to invisibly weakening He Jingshan's status in the Twilight Palace. The contradiction eventually shifted to He Jingshan, and Dean only got a small warning from Evans and successfully escaped.

But as Tang Chuan thought, things are far from over, and this is just the beginning.

Qin Zheng began to make trouble in the council, and although he was severely suppressed by Dean, he still had deep roots in the council. As soon as Qin Zheng was in trouble, Tang Chuan immediately asked Xie Ning to follow and shake out all the information on the investigation of Pompeii during this time.

How could someone like Pompeii not have a little dirt on his hands? Xie Ning walked offline, Tang Chuan walked online, stared at Pompeii during this time, and found some black material under layers of cover.

Boom - one stone stirs up a thousand waves.

Dumb with a crooked head: Hibis Ventures? The legal representative is Pompeii's wife?

Shanmu: Fart's wife, I think she's a lover, or 18 lines away!

Crush Bill: Didn't you notice that Hiebis Ventures has an energy company? Do you remember the explosion of the No. 7 energy mine last time? In the end, it was over, and it is said that the person in charge was released within a few months of going in and locked up

Black Girl's Heart: Black, the heart of the council is all black!

Invincible Little White Brother: Maybe he's just a name?

Mengcheng Lori: What can you do with a name? Money laundering? You think it's charity!

Edward XVIII: Don't shout, I don't know that nobles have privileges, what's wrong with blowing up your energy mine?

Natasha scanned the messages, her face becoming more and more solemn. However, more and more reviews are being refreshed at an unimaginable rate, which is so alarming that it will not be enough to hit the headlines in a short time.

Is it because the current situation is too sensitive? Natasha thought, but of course this was not the only answer, because Tang Chuan was there.

But she didn't have the heart to think about it, and after hesitating for a while, she took out the note that Joey had given her, and followed the URL on it, as well as the username and password, and logged in to the secret website.

The secrecy of this site is quite good, there is no username and password, and even if you find this URL, it will be a blank to open. It's not the first time Natasha has logged on to this website, but the more times she logs in, the more her heart is shaken and apprehensive.

Even this time, she took a deep breath and noticed that her fingertips trembled slightly.

Click to log in, and the page displays an ordinary-looking communication forum, with three big words on the homepage - tea party.

Tea parties, that's the name of this forum, sounds like a place where a group of idle people use to make small talk and fill the water. But after reading countless posts, Natasha felt that another name was more suitable for it - Self-Help Society.

The first red-to-top post on the front page was an old post from more than a decade ago, with the theme of mourning the death of His Royal Highness Mullin. And Natasha also found out that the account Joey gave herself turned out to be a management account in the process of browsing, and she hurriedly went to check the founder of this forum.

The founder's ID is called Rose Knight, and although her real name is not visible, Natasha can be sure that this person must be her brother Mullin! Because the name Rosenkavalier was given to him by Natasha.

The little girl pesters her brother to tell her a story, Little Red Riding Hood? Don't listen. Princess Rodrigo? Don't listen.

The elder brother smiled and scratched his sister's little nose, "The little princess asks so much." ”

So he made up a story of a down-and-out prince who sailed the interstellar sea on a pirate ship, performed chivalrous deeds, and bravely saved the princess. The princess in the story is called Natasha, and the prince is himself.

A little girl at that age always has an inexplicable brother-in-law complex.

It's not surprising that Joey will have an admin account for this forum, and Natasha guesses that after Brother Wang's death, this forum will undoubtedly only be managed by Joey. But what was on it shocked Natasha.

What is Self-Help?

There was really no way out, no one could be saved, so people in distress spontaneously united and used their own strength to save themselves.

The forum adopts a membership system, and the membership requirements are extremely strict, and the total number of members is only 588 so far. And flipping through the posts of previous years, a series of shocking things made Natasha dumbfounded. In contrast, Pompeii's story was too vague to be as shocking as these.

Maybe it's just a story of a little person being forced to die, maybe it's just a desperate cry before a person dies, but it's so shocking.

She had only seen beautiful robes, but she had never witnessed the process of making them. How the artisan peeled the fur off the animal alive, how horrible the scene was.

At that moment, she sat on pins and needles, looking at the photos and words, she never thought that the powerful Ostonian Empire would have so many dark corners.

She closed the page a few times, and couldn't help but log in again to read it. As soon as I refreshed it, a new post appeared on the front page - on Dean's death.

Dean is dead?!

She hurriedly clicked in to look, and the more she looked, the more horror became—these people were actually going to kill Dean. All of them were serious about the available methods of killing, and some of them had very professional opinions. Natasha couldn't help but calculate for herself, if she really did what they said, maybe it would really work!

Natasha hurriedly called Joey, "Did you see that post?" "Did you say nine hundred and ninety-nine ways to kill Dean?" Joey's tone was still lighthearted, even a joke.

Natasha was anxious, "Are you still in the mood for a joke?" ”

Joey replied, "Your Highness Princess, please be at ease. All actions on this forum are self-organized, and I have no right to interfere. The admin account is now in your possession and the other is in the hands of another member, and if you want to block it, you can report it. ”

"You don't care?"

"I said it, I have no right to interfere, that's the rule that Mullin and I have set from the beginning. Now, the account is handed over to you, you are not bound, the decision is yours. ”

Natasha's heart was beating fast, her palms were almost sweating, and Joey was about to hang up after she finished speaking. Natasha hurriedly shouted to him, "Wait! That's your father, aren't you worried? ”

Joey's chuckle came from the other end of the com, "Don't worry, Natasha. When the dragon gets in your way, just swing your sword and cut it off. ”

After the speech, the communication is cut into paragraphs.

Natasha froze in place, the last words Joey said just now were the lines of the Rose Knight. The gentle voice of his former brother still echoed in his ears, and he wrapped his big warm hands around his sword-holding palms, and whispered softly, "Don't worry, Natasha, my dear little princess. When the dragon gets in your way, just swing your sword and cut it off.

The silver-white sword swung down, cutting down a fiery red maple leaf.

Natasha's heart was pounding, and she turned her head to look at the page again with difficulty, and the latest reply came out, but it was a rare dissenting opinion.

Hajith: If someone like Dean could have been killed, he would have been killed tens of thousands of times, where would it be our turn? Didn't someone like Shainin kill him either? Besides, assassination is always the last resort, isn't the best way to take him down head-on?

Well, it's not like this guy doesn't want to kill Dean either, and Natasha can't wait to flip through the replies of others.

Flying Pigs: How Easy Is It to Knock Down Head-on? I think the attitude of the Twilight Palace is too vague now, and the battle between the parliament and the military department is won or lost by a number of five or five. If we can just kill Dean, why not?

Three-three-nine: Exactly. We can find a way to contact Shainin.

SB: I just made a real yàn the other day, maybe it can come in handy.

Hejishi: Shainin is elusive, and we can't get in touch. None of us are professionals, and if we choose someone to do it, we are more likely to die together than we are to succeed in an assassination.

SB: How can you get something without paying?

Big brother: Newcomers don't mess with the situation, it's still the old rule, vote.

As soon as this big brother came out, the following comments were much more unified. Ninety-five percent of the people who held the opinion were in favor, and more and more people participated in the discussions.

Natasha thought about it again and again, and finally sent a private chat to this black jishi.

Momiji: You're also a newcomer?

Hajith: Right. Hello.

Momiji: Do you know anything about Dean?

Hajishi: Don't you see the file area on the left side of the homepage? There's a file about Dean and a lot of other people, which I saw when I first joined. You'd better take a look at the red part of the first file.

Momiji: Thank you.

Natasha turned off the private chat and went to see it immediately. On the other side of the star network, that Black Ji Shi did not turn off the private chat, and his eyes stayed on Momiji's administrator privileges for a long time, thoughtfully.

After a long time, there was a sudden chaotic sound of falling to the ground in the room behind him, and his expression changed and he hurriedly ran over, and saw a person rolling down to the side of the bed, with bandages on his hands and feet, curled up and screaming in pain, and the quilt pillows were scattered all over the ground.

"Are you alright?" He walked over and picked him up.

The man was covered in cold sweat, but his face was still gloomy in the face of others' friendly help, "Let me go, I can go by myself!" ”

"Don't be reckless, rest well so that you can recover faster."

The man struggled to himself, roaring like a wounded beast, "Evans, let go!" ”