As the day came, Charles had arrived early in his office in the War Department, preparing for today's official activities. ~Top Novel,

He ate breakfast alone today, because his sister had held a party in the gallery left for her by her teacher last night, and she never came back.

Because of his sister's request, he did not attend this birthday party, but directly sent an expensive gift to congratulate.

As my sister said, he has been very busy lately - the president has entrusted him with the most important work at the moment, and he must do everything in his power to get enough supporters for his party in the Army, after all, to make his own big parade in a good way.

At this time, he was quietly weaving a huge net in his office, and was liaising with the generals of the garrisons in various parts of the French mainland to determine the specifics of their participation in the parade, and at the same time to guess whether they were the ones who could be wooed.

Just as he was still carefully processing those texts, a cold wind suddenly pierced through the window, causing him to shiver suddenly.

Charles frowned, then dropped his pen and walked to the window, taking a deep breath, then carefully closing the window and looking at the square in the distance.

The heavy work and the dreary bad weather piled up on each other, making him a little anxious, and he needed a short break.

Just as he felt that he had rested enough and walked back to his desk, his secretary suddenly ran over to inform him of something special - the Minister of the Interior, His Excellency Pierre Baroche, had sent an official to look for him.

Charles, who was puzzled, pretended to be silent on the surface, and ordered the secretary to call the other party over.

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"What! Killed ......? Killed! After hearing what the official had to say, Charles exclaimed in disbelief. You mean, Mr. Maurice de Beauvang was killed late last night?! ”

"Yes. Mr. "The official looked a little anxious and looked very anxious." We got the news two hours ago and immediately sent someone to see it. Monsieur de Beauvang was found dead in one of his apartments, in his bedroom bed, stabbed to death with a sharp weapon – a clear murder. There was no sign of a violent struggle at the scene, and it seemed that he had been killed after he was asleep, so there was no violent resistance. Because he usually gets up late after his pleasures, no one dares to disturb him until it is very late......"

Charles looked at the visitor dumbfounded, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

"Killed like that?" He couldn't help but mutter.

And then. He frowned tightly, obviously a little annoyed,

He wasn't bothered by Morris's death, he didn't have any special feelings for the rich boy he had only met a few times, and he didn't feel any heartache even if he died. Rather, he may have felt a little gloating at the loss of his only son by the great banker.

What really bothered him was the feeling of being dead — if even the kid of one of the country's biggest bankers had been killed — who else was really safe in the country?

"Who did it?" He asked in a whisper.

"It's still a question for us." The other party smiled bitterly and replied in a low voice, "We are still investigating." ”

"Is that so......" Charles nodded, but still frowned.

He at this time. I finally felt the panic that had been felt in the social circles of France twenty years ago after the murder of Prince Condé in his bedroom.

Even such people would die without knowing it, so who else is not in danger?

"Do you have any clue now? How many clues and physical evidence are there? He asked immediately.

Originally, Charles was not qualified to ask such questions. Even he didn't have the right of first refusal. However, the current Minister of the Interior, His Excellency Pierre Baroche is a Bonapartist and he will of course inform all his important comrades after such a serious case.

"We're working on it. Sir, I believe that the murderer will soon be brought to justice......" The other party's face showed a hint of reluctance.

It just doesn't seem to have made much progress - Charles, who is familiar with the language of the officials. Conclusions were drawn right away.

"Be sure to hurry!" He snapped. "Don't forget, Baron de Beauvang is an important man of the state. What a bad effect of prevarication and procrastination! ”

It wasn't until after the other party said goodbye that Charles still didn't recover from this shock.

He sat quietly in his chair, pondering what was going on, but couldn't find a clue.

Baron de Beauvang has been in the financial world for so many years, and he has offended not ten thousand but eight thousand, and there must be many enemies who want to put their father and son to death, and there must be many scheming, gloomy and vicious people, if you want to investigate them one by one, then when will you have to find out?

After a few moments, Charles finally regained his composure.

Forget it, anyway, this kind of thing is naturally worried by the police, so I'd better take care of my own business first, he thought to himself.

At the same time, he also made up his mind that he must strengthen the vigilance of his grandfather and sister in the future and never let this kind of thing happen to him.

Just as he was about to resume his work, the secretary came to him again and told him that another person had come to visit him.

And this man is his friend Albert.

Charles was amazed, and immediately agreed to the other party's request to see him.

Not everyone has the right to run into the War Department to see Charles, but Albert, as an official of the Ministry of Railways, is certainly not too restricted. Sensing that things were a bit harsh, Charles postponed all schedules and asked his secretary to take him to his office.

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When Albert arrived at Charles' office, Charles noticed that his face was unusually anxious and pale, as if he had lost some of his gods.

After seeing Charles. His face finally regained some composure.

"Charles, something big has happened. I think...... You should know, right? ”

"If you mean the murder of Monsieur Maurice de Beauwon, I think I do." Charles nodded. Then he looked at the other in surprise, "But, Albert, calm down, what's wrong with you?" ”

He was puzzled by Albert's panic - Albert was not the kind of sentimental person who would shed tears of grief over something that had nothing to do with him, and he had not seen that the two men had a good relationship.

"I ...... I may be in big trouble, Charles ......," replied Albert in a trembling voice, "I had a confrontation with Maurice a while ago, and I cursed him. Tell him to die. ”

"Huh?!" Charles was taken aback and looked at Albert in disbelief. "What's going on?"

"That's it...... Shire. Albert replied gloomily, "We had a confrontation and almost got into a fight, and it didn't take long for him to die!" I'm in trouble now......"

"You mean......" Charles finally understood, "the Baron found you?!" ”

"Yes, Baron de Beauvoin sent someone to me to tell me to clarify the situation, and to ask me to come and assist them in their investigation. This time please. But after a while, I'm afraid it won't......" Albert's breathing was very unsteady, and he was clearly still panicking, "this ...... Can I go here? I'm not afraid of the police, they talk about principles. Won't I be ...... But the baron is different, now that his son is dead, everyone is going crazy. You can do anything! ”

Looking at his panicked friend, Charles's heart slowly settled.

He knew he had to compose. Otherwise, Albert would have done something stupid.

He left the act and walked to Albert's side. Then he grabbed him by the shoulder.

"Calm down, Albert!" He shouted.

Albert finally calmed down a little. "Shire ......"

"It's already happening, so there's no need to panic." Charles replied calmly, "No matter what the difficulties, we will solve them, trust me." Now, you can answer me a question first......"

"What's the problem."

"Answer me, how many years have we known each other!"

"Ten years, or eleven years?" Albert replied in a low voice.

"Yes, we've been friends for so many years...... "Charles sighed, "So, we can tell the truth between us, right?" Sue me, does this murder have anything to do with you? ”

"Charles? You won't ......" Albert looked at Charles in some horror, clearly misunderstanding something.

"No, I won't! I'm just making sure, whether you did it or not, you're my friend, and I'm not going to let you fall into the hands of the Baron. Charles looked at the other earnestly, and then the hand that grabbed his shoulder harder, "So, tell me the truth, did you do it!" I just need to know a bottom, and then we'll think about it together! ”

Perhaps it was Charles's earnest that finally reached Albert's heart, and he finally calmed down—though his face was still horribly pale.

"No, I didn't do it, Charles, I know the severity, and I won't do such a big thing without consulting you." He straightened up and looked Charles in the eye, "We had a quarrel that time, but saying 'go die' is just drunken words, and who of us doesn't say it a few times a day?" I had no intention of killing him. ”

"Okay, I got it." Charles nodded, not questioning his answer. "Since it has nothing to do with you, then our affairs will be easy to handle, don't worry, I will help you say it, and I will never let that person touch you."

"Charles......" Albert's eyes flashed with ecstasy, and then he also reached out and hugged Charles, "Thank you, thank you!" ”

"Thank you for what else we have to say between us." Charles frowned, "This is what I should do, I can't let you suffer unjustly and become a victim of a madman, right?" ”

"Good...... That's great......" Albert breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Charles with some hesitation, "then...... Then I'll retire for a while so as not to attract attention. ”

"Why hold back? You haven't done anything wrong, why are you holding back? Leave him alone and keep doing your thing! Charles glanced at Albert dissatisfied, "For the Baron's kind of person, the more you retreat, the more he thinks you are suspicious and weak-minded, and then you are finished!" I want you to do nothing and do your own thing. I'll take care of the rest, don't be afraid. ”

"Well, I'll listen to you, Charles." Albert had now completely calmed down, "Then I'll continue to do my job, don't worry, I will never miss the things you have told me." ”

"Well, that's fine." Charles smiled and nodded.

Charles knew the friend too well. Because he is too frivolous, he will always panic when he is really tested, which is a major weakness of his friends. However, as long as he has support, he can be absolutely reliable.

"By the way, why did you beat him up that day?" Suddenly remembering something, Charles asked again. "If it's inconvenient to say, then don't say it."

"Actually, it's not ......," Albert's face was a little embarrassed.

He then told Charles about the conflict with Morris that day.

"Well done, Albert." Charles patted him dryly on the shoulder, "Thank you." (To be continued......)