At this time, Su Mo was conducting on the second floor of a restaurant.

The men of the blood-colored battle banner were scattered at the intersection, all disguised as passers-by, waiting for his commands.

The reason why Countess Kitty Macaulay was blocked in various ways was because the former executioner, Mr. Bob, left the textile mill a little late today.

He whipped to death a girl who was stealing cottonseed during work hours.

It took some time to dispose of the body.

"Almost, you can put the carriage over, and watch out for pedestrians when you start." Su Mo saw Mr. Bob from a distance, his bare head shining in the afterglow of the setting sun.

At this intersection, there is no difference from usual.

There are few people in the desert, this is not a downtown area, and it is not the peak time for the most people.

When everyone saw a carriage coming, they hurriedly gave way to both sides of the road.

If you are a little more particular, you have to take off your hat and bend down to pay high respect to the countess who went to have a private meeting with her little lover.

Lord Macaulay is nearly nine years old, but he is still one of the most beautiful financial ministers in the Federation, and his concubine gave birth to a son a few months ago, and held a grand banquet, and almost all the nobles sent people to cheer him, which is very good.

The former executioner, Mr. Bob, also stepped back and bent over.

In fact, he was a little contemptuous in his heart, what is the great thing about the earl, I remember the noble rebellion more than ten years ago, and there were three earls he hanged.

At this moment, the Countess's horse, which was pulling the cart, suddenly and violently reversed the direction of the run, and fell into a state of madness, rushing and accelerating......

The coachman exclaimed, the guards were surprised, and the countess screamed.

It was accompanied by a terrible scream.

Soon, the guards rushed up to help the coachman control the frightened horse and stabilize the carriage again, and from inside the carriage came the countess's frightened and angry rebuke, and she, a noble woman, was so surprised that she could either throw herself into the arms of others and cry, or she could only turn her fear into anger.

"Ma'am, the horse was surprised and killed a pedestrian." A guard got down on one knee and reported to the Lord's house.

"Madame, the pedestrian disturbed the horses and was killed." Another guard gave a different opinion, reminding his companion and the Countess in a low voice, "The dead man has the mark of the Law Enforcement Corps on his collar, which may be a bit of a trouble." ”

"Damn, where did the law enforcement team get the guts to dare to assassinate me and go home!" The countess is obviously not a weak woman, otherwise she would not dare to have a private lover outside behind her husband's back.

As a result, a poor former executioner of the law enforcement team, our Mr. Bob, not only lost his life, but also constantly changed identities.

First the victim, then part of the responsibility, and finally he was framed as an assassin.

The patrol soon arrived, after all, there was a fatality, and the deceased had the mark of the law enforcement regiment on the collar.

The countess wanted to leave, and the inspectors didn't dare to stop them, but they also wanted to explain to the law enforcement team, so they actively collected evidence at the scene to restore the true face of the incident.

One of the Macaulay guards stayed behind to assist in the investigation.

The road is wide, and the deceased is not in the middle of the road, how the hell did this happen?

It is said that the horse is frightened, but why is it frightened?

The few witnesses who were the only witnesses could not name it, but they saw that the carriage suddenly changed direction, rushed straight towards a bald head on the side of the road, knocked him into a trampling past, and then was run over by the heavy and luxurious carriage again.

The exact cause of death is unknown, either he was trampled to death or he was run over to death.

Mr. Bob walked this path all day, and he was barely half a public figure—executed in plain sight, so he was quickly recognized.

A retired executioner.

An officer from the Enforcement Corps was soon called in.

"Poor fellow." The officer covered his mouth and nose with a white handkerchief in one hand, frowned at the dead man who was paralyzed in a pool of blood, and let out an inexplicable sigh.

There was no suspect, if anything, it was the carriage of the Earl of Macaulay's house.

"I guess it was an accident, how could the Earl of Macaulay murder a retired executioner, and let the lady personally go out and find someone to dig a pit and bury him." The clerk quickly made a decision, and he straightened his clothes, and decided to go to the Earl of Macaulay now, first, to report the case, and second, to pay homage to the frightened Countess.

Su Mo wiped his mouth and hands with a napkin, and Yun Fei got up to leave.

From beginning to end, they never left the restaurant, and it was the tech nerd in the clothing store at the intersection who really got their hands dirty.

The god cat is shopping for clothes.

He was very generous, and he gave two gold coins in a tip, so the young and beautiful waiter patiently let the god cat try on one after another.

When the sound of a hand came from the communicator, he moved the fitting mirror.

Although the sunset was not dazzling, it suddenly entered the right eye after refraction, and the horses, which had been surprised before, were frightened again, instinctively tilted their heads, and then galloped all the way.

It was not a perfect design, but it was executed perfectly.

Su Mo and Yun Fei checked out and left, and a few passers-by also left slowly, and they were responsible for speciously intercepting passers-by, leaving only one target for the carriage.

The god cat finally chose his clothes and simply paid and left.

The patrol cleaned up the corpses, washed the blood from the stone slabs on the ground, and it was soon as if nothing had happened.

Two players tracked down the patrol and took note of Mr. Bob's grave.

In fact, it is not a cemetery, and the officers of the law enforcement regiment gave six gold coins for funeral expenses, but they would never spend six gold coins for such a bachelor.

Outside the city, digging a pit and burying some soil, several one, two, three, four, five, Mr. Bob's feet were not finished, and the two inspectors left with shovels, and six gold coins were enough for them to squander it all night.

The two players quickly dug Mr. Bob out, cleaned it up a little, and put it in a coffin.

At the behest of Baron Santos, the body was transported to an out-of-town estate.

"I've heard about it, it's done beautifully, and I'm curious how you did it." Baron Santos smoked his pipe and looked like an ordinary wealthy businessman.

"It's all a small trick that doesn't mean anything, and I think we've done it." Su Mo didn't want to talk about the details.

Baron Santos was a little disappointed that he couldn't hear the story he wanted to hear, but he didn't pay much attention to it, and decided to settle the task reward for Su Mo right away.

With the lessons of the previous few times, he didn't dare to deduct Su Mo's reward, after all, Count Dracula didn't want to see Su Mo until now.