Two carriages, one in front of the other and one behind them, drove down the street.

It's all four-wheeled carriages, black carriages, tall wheels, and the wheels run on the gravel pavement, because the shock absorption link is well done, as long as it doesn't encounter too uneven ground, basically, there are no bumps.

Ryan and Marty sat opposite each other, and the two rows of seats in the front and rear of the carriage could seat five or six people, with only two passengers, which seemed more relaxed and did not feel a little crowded.

Of the three, only Milo Dravic could drive the carriage, so he drove outside.

Above the carriage, there is a small glass sunroof, this sunroof is movable, can be pushed back and forth, when it is sunny, the sunroof is open, let the sun fall with the wind, when it rains, the sunroof is pushed up, the rain is blocked outside, whether it is sunny or rainy, there is light shining in, so that the car is also open, not shrouded in darkness.

On one side of the carriage there is an open door, through which passengers go up and down, and on the other side of the door, there is a small glass window, usually with a small curtain, if you want to look outside, you only need to open the curtain.

At this moment, Ryan looked out through the glass window that had opened the curtains.

He and Marty did not exchange pleasantries, and there seemed to be an aura hidden in the other party, even if it was not the arrogance of being high, but there was an indifference that rejected people thousands of miles away.

Even if you want to talk to Marty, you will be intimidated by this breath and it will be difficult to speak.

Even if you open your mouth to speak, but there is no response, she bows her head, hides under the black robe, and writes her rejection all over it, so that even a person like the troubadour Livingston is in no mood to say more.

Ryan tried, he took the initiative to speak, but the words were like stones thrown into the abyss, and without the slightest response, he stopped talking, just looked out through the glass window of the carriage.

The glass windows are not large, and the angle of view is relatively narrow, and most of the time, you can only see street trees and lampposts of street lamps speeding backwards.

I don't know when, the voices coming from outside the car became crowded, not as sparse as at the beginning, swearing, noisy, newsboy's cries...... Rushing to the face, it seems to be similar.

Outside the window, there is a familiar street scene for teenagers.

I don't know when, the carriage arrived in the lively port area.

The speed of the carriage slowed down, and after a while, when the bustle was gone, the carriage turned into the quieter street, and the speed was picked up again, and it was not long before it came to a halt in the midst of a building.

There was a muffled thud from the driver's seat of the car.

This is Milo signaling that the destination has arrived.

Ryan glanced at Marty, the girl was still sitting upright, he didn't hesitate, he bent over, pulled the deadbolt, pushed open the door, and jumped out of the car first.

His feet landed on the ground, and he exhaled a long breath.

On the side, Milo was looking at him, and his gaze was not very friendly.

Ryan can understand that this teenager of his age is actually not very welcoming to him, for the simple reason that it should be related to Marty, who has a special affection for Marty.

Brother and sister love?

Affection?

Comradeship?

I don't know, maybe both, right?

Young people have a desire for exclusivity for a certain kind of love, and do not want outsiders to get involved, even if the outsiders may not have the intention of competing with him, he will still subconsciously reject the other party, which is difficult to accept.

Youth, it's so good!

Ryan took two steps forward and looked around.

He'd been here before, just yesterday, though, it was night.

This was the warehouse area, and the carriage had stopped in front of the warehouse gates, and there were several people, gentlemen in plain clothes, and uniformed patrolmen, Lord Fontaine and Livingston had dismounted, and they were standing by the carriage, and someone was coming towards them from the gate.

Here, Marti also got out of the carriage.

"Over...... Let's go over!"

Milo stammered.

Ryan was enough to walk forward after them.

His mood was a little heavy, and it was not an exaggeration to say that he was nervous, he knew too little about the methods of the transcendents in this world, and he had only recently had specific contact.

Why did this homicide alarm the irises?

Even, Lord Fontaine, the head of Iris, personally led the team, Inspector Samsung, this title seems to have nothing to ...... After all, the highest rank of the inspector is nine stars, in fact, the status of the three-star inspector is already very transcendent, administratively, he is the same level as the chief of the Lance City Police Department, and in terms of personal treatment, he is even more respected by others.

He personally led the team, it couldn't be for the lame Wade.

It must have been for the transcendent who was killed by Ryan.

At that time, between the dead transcendent and James, Ryan could only take one of the corpses, no way, he chose to take James, after all, once James's identity was revealed, he could easily be found out by Shunto.

Regret?

Regrets are not enough, Ryan never regrets the past.

What happens happens happens, and it can't be changed, and it's useless to worry about it than regret it.

Now, you can only take one step at a time.

Ryan didn't guess wrong, Lord Fontaine personally led the team here, and it was indeed because of the dead wanted criminal, Owen De, Baron Chobua, the reason why Owen became a wanted criminal, the initiator was Lord Fontaine, at that time, he was still in the imperial capital, but he was just an ordinary one-star detective under the Seventh Division, and he was at the same level as Livingston now.

Because of a disappearance, Fontaine tracked down Owen de Baron Jobua, and it is not known if it was arranged by God, he even witnessed an evil sacrificial ritual in which the missing person was placed on the altar as a sacrifice.

The place is in a manor of the Joba family, which is a hundred miles away from the imperial capital, with few people and very desolate.

This was the feud between Fontaine and Baron Jobuya, and the consequence was that Baron Jobua was expelled from the family and became a fugitive in fear, and the family paid a huge price for it, so it was not affected too much.

Fontaine was assassinated and nearly died.

Who is the murderer?

No one knows, even now, they have not been able to find out the truth, and they can only blame the origin of the murderer on the believers of the Lord of Pain, whether this is the case or not, but only God knows.

Later, Fontaine also left his hometown, transferred out of the imperial capital, and came to serve in other provinces.

Perhaps to compensate him, he became the Iris Supervisor at his current age, taking over Albert, who was so badly injured that he could not go out.

Now, Owen de Jobua has been found in the city of Reims.

Even though it was already a corpse, Fontaine still had doubts.

Why did they come to Reims?

Do you have a companion behind you?

Who killed him?

He needed to find out.

So, he brought Marty over.