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"What do you mean, Ansel?"

Sitting in a spacious and comfortable office chair, the pot-bellied Poolem squinted at the gold coins lined up on the table for a moment, and turned to Ansel, a powerful subordinate with a solemn expression in front of him, and said in confusion.

"Chief, don't you see anything from these gold coins?" Anse El said in a deep voice.

Potlime frowned slightly, stretched out his chubby fingers and pinched a gold coin to take a closer look, this is a rather unfamiliar gold coin, both the pattern and the image are incompatible with the currency of the West Coast continent, it is basically easy to judge that this gold coin does not belong to the common currency in circulation in the market, but he still does not know what Anse Air wants to express.

He put down the gold coin, stared at the subordinate in front of him, and said, "Ansel, you know that I don't like to beat around the bush, if there is any situation, you can just tell me." ”

"Remember, Director, Brending I mentioned to you the other day. Is Gucci's death investigated? Ansel said directly.

"Of course!" "I remember that you said that this matter is not simple, and it may even be related to the criminals on the wanted paper, and you also asked me to report it to get the attention of Master Augsig." ”

"Yes, and you said that you should not alarm Lord Augsge without speculation, but today I brought you the evidence." Ansel said with a solemn expression.

"You say these gold coins are proof?" Potlaim reacted suddenly, looking a little stunned.

"That's right!" Anse El affirmed: "According to my research these days, all currencies like this are in Brendin. Gooch appeared in large numbers on the market after his death. Although investigators have been slow to find out the source of the currency. But I know for sure. The owner of these currencies must have been with the murder of Brentin. Gotch's murderer is related, and there is an inseparable connection to the prisoner on the wanted document! ”

"Speak your mind." Potlem said with a stern expression after hearing this.

"As for the investigation of the origin of the currency, we can confirm that this currency comes from the currency in circulation in the country across the Strait of the Summer Wind, you look at these gold ......coins," he said, Ansel separated the same currency on the table and explained: "The confirmation of the currency of Guò to Huàn merchants, this kind of gold coins originated from the trading city-state of Estak across the channel, and the most famous city in this country is Port Louis!" ”

"Port Louis?! The city that was ruined as described in the wanted text? Potlime's voice suddenly lifted.

Ignoring the hall chief's shock, Ansel continued to say to himself, "These days, we have checked the registration of ships moored in the harbor. There were no ships from across the channel, and how did the currency get into Monteres? So...... There is only one truth, and the person who uses these currencies is the one who ascends to Brendin. The inferred evidence of the Gorch ship's group, which was from the Estak trading city-state across the Channel, was enough to show that they were definitely closely related to the wanted criminals! Even if not, they are also associated with killing Brundin. Gotch's murderer is related! ”

"I need to calm down and gather my thoughts." Potlime took a deep breath and airway.

After a moment, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the fine sweat on his forehead, and said, "This matter is very important, you had better write a detailed report, and I will pass it on to Master Augsig for review when the time comes!" ”

"Yes!" Ansel said solemnly.

"That's right. What else have you found these days? Potlem said calmly.

"My people are still looking for clues to the origin of the currency, and there is no other discovery for the time being. But I can assure you that sooner or later they will be exposed to our relentless pursuit. "Anse Airway.

"What if the other party leaves Monteres?" Portlem frowned.

"I used to think about this problem with my subordinates, but when I noticed that the currency was still circulating in the Montrées market, my subordinates concluded that the other party was still in Montrés and had not left." Anse Airway.

"Strange, suppose the other party really killed Blunding. Gucci's murderer, or the wanted prisoner, imagine from the other party's point of view, if they stay in one place for a long time, they will easily expose their own feet, but why did they never leave? Potlime mused.

"Maybe they're too confident, or maybe they have other reasons why they have to stay in Montrex." Ansel guessed. "If it's the latter, it means that we must speed up the trackdown, otherwise once they have no reason to stay in Montreles, they will regret it at that time!"

"Hmmm! I will give you the greatest authority in this matter, and be sure to ensure that the clues are followed! Potherim slapped the table and said awe-inspiringly: "Especially when discovering the true identity of the prisoner, you must not act rashly, and leave everything to me and Master Augsig to decide!" ”

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"Mr. Lowell, I've heard some bad rumors lately."

In a teahouse in Changzhi District, DeWitt slowly and methodically sipped the hot tea in his cup, but kept his eyes on the pedestrians passing by the street, as if deliberately ignoring the guests opposite him.

"Mr. DeWitt, you're really well-informed, and it just so happens that I've heard some not-so-good rumors, I don't know if it's the same as what you've heard." Xia Lan put her hands on the table, one hand supported her chin, and said with a smile on her ordinary face.

"Inspector Anse El of the Sheriff's Department has been secretly tracking down Brendin lately. The truth of Gooch's death, as if the clues were related to a currency. DeWitt put down the teacup, and at some point there was an extra gold coin in his hand that turned between his fingers intentionally or unintentionally, and this gold coin was the gold coin from Xia Lan's Void Ring!

"Your Inspector is indeed a smart fellow, but I don't know where he has gotten down?" Xia Lan smiled casually.

"I'm not one of the people in the sheriff's house wrapped in black dog skins, where will I know about them." DeWitt laughed.

"But some people like to have dogs, don't they?" Charland Road.

"I do like dogs, but I have puppies that don't work." DeWitt laughed at himself slightly: "I'm not like some people who have the ability to raise some expensive big dogs!" ”

"Although the puppy can't bite the big dog, at least you can call a few times to remind the owner." Charland Road. "Or maybe distract the big dog."

"I've told the puppy to do it, but sooner or later the big dog will turn around and bite the puppy's owner." DeWitt sighed.

"As long as enough time is gained, the puppy's task is complete." Xia Lan drank the tea in her cup and stood up and said goodbye with a smile: "Thank you for your hospitality, and we'll see you at the next auction." ”

Looking at Xia Lan's fading figure, DeWitt shook his head, his gaze once again focused on the pedestrians passing by the street.

He already had enough clues on hand to prove that Mr. Lowell's identity was anything but simple, even with Brentin. Gotch's death is inseparable, otherwise how could the iron-faced detective of the Montreis Security Department, Ans El, hold on to the other party and never let go?

But does this qiē have anything to do with him?

As a businessman, all he cares about is money and transactions.

It's just that this Mr. Lowell is too cautious.

He took a piece of paper and a pen from his bosom, wrote down a line with a few strokes, and then he got up from his seat and laid it down without leaving a trace on a nondescript table he had passed.

There was a well-dressed man sitting at this table, and he seemed to be a little confused by the paper that appeared on the table, and when he saw the contents of the paper, his fair and handsome face changed in an instant.

There was only one sentence written on the paper.

"I admire your work ethic, but please don't keep an eye on me while I'm showering or defecating, okay?"

It turned out that DeWitt had discovered the surveillance that Xia Lan had placed beside him early in the morning.

Meanwhile.

Charan seemed to wander aimlessly through the streets of Monterres, occasionally looking at some of the goods displayed in the shops, and near noon, he wandered around again after a hearty lunch in a restaurant, and as the clock ticked by, evening approached.

When passing by an alley, Xia Lan was opposite a young man with his head lowered and muttering curses in his mouth, looking very bad.

The moment the two passed by, the young man suddenly fainted and fell to the ground.

Xia Lan glanced at the young man on the ground, smiled slightly, his face suddenly changed to the appearance of the other party, and after looking around left and right that there were no passers-by, he took out a sack from the void ring and directly put the young man on the ground into it, and by the way, he took out a bottle of potion and poured it into his mouth.

After discarding the sack in a dark corner, Xia Lan stretched her waist and arms, and then walked out of the alley with the young man's head hanging down just now.

Before he knew it, he was in a quiet residential area and walked through the back door of a house.

"Jett! Why are you only back now? Do you know how long I've been waiting for you? ”

As soon as she entered the door, Xia Lan saw a middle-aged woman holding a rolling stick yelling angrily at her, and without saying a word, she waved the rolling stick and made a gesture to hit.

"Ms. Dora! I know wrong! I know wrong! Don't hit! Hey......" Xia Lan hurriedly pretended to beg for mercy to dodge, but unfortunately the other party still didn't stop, and kept shouting: "Are you gambling again?" How many times have I warned you? If you gamble again, see if I don't break your legs! ”

"I really knew I was wrong! Ms. Dora, it's not too early, and if we don't prepare the master's dinner, we'll all be out of luck later! Xia Lan hurriedly said while "dodging".

"Humph! I'll finish dinner and see how I clean you up! Get me out into the kitchen and help! Ms. Dora seemed a little tired from the chase and looked a little out of breath.

"Okay, okay!"

As he spoke, Xia Lan followed the other party with a flattering and respectful look and slowly entered the kitchen of the house. (To be continued......)