Compared to Char's scruffy appearance, the room is much cleaner and tidy, and it looks like it is often cleaned.

Char sat down Issad and Roddy, lit the gas lamp through the gas pipe, and closed all the window curtains, leaving the room as bright as day.

Roddy stared at the gaslight and thought about getting a set for his basement, but only if he paid off Catherine's debts.

"Teacher... It's a very long story, and it's very likely to be dangerous for you and your assistants, I'm not in good spirits, you see, I'm like this..."

"Actually, I still want to persuade that it is better not to touch this case, this was two years ago, and everything that should have passed has passed. ”

Isad sighed and pulled some papers out of his suitcase and gave them to Char.

"There was a serial murder case in Kotar City, and I believe that this case is very deeply related to the suicide case you accepted at the beginning. ”

Char stared at the document in his hand, his hands trembling unnaturally.

"No.. No way... How so!"

Char's mood changed very suddenly, and he threw the file out vigorously, and shouted excitedly:

"Give it up, give it up, don't pursue it anymore!"

"Teacher, this is not something we can get involved in! Listen to me, don't investigate any more..."

Roddy and Isad looked at each other and had the same thought in their hearts.

There is indeed a direct connection between the two, but why is it so fearful that Mr. Char is afraid that the extraordinary one will come to destroy him? But the port of Beside is a half-day's drive from Kotar City!

"What did you find out in the first place?"

"Teacher...."

Char said with a sad face and a tone close to pleading:

"If this continues, we'll all die..."

Things have come to this point, and it is obvious that they are infinitely close to the truth, and neither Issad nor Roddy wants to back down.

"Char, my student, you must have a very important secret hidden in your heart, it makes you unable to sleep peacefully, and you can't even face life optimistically, but do you want to live like this for the rest of your life?"

"In this damn world where injustice is everywhere and the truth is like a dream, am I, and we, putting in this job just to write a witty report that makes people laugh?

Char looked up at Isad, his fear, his fear piercing deep into Mr. Isad's heart through his eyes.

"Char!"

Isad's eyes were red, and he pressed Char's shoulders and said in a voice that was almost cold:

"Do you know how many victims are born every year because of false reports in the newspapers? ”

"Do you remember Hansen?"

"A gentleman who merely stole a loaf of bread, was labelled as disgusting, so that he did not dare to go out into the streets, and wore a thick coat even in summer, but has anyone ever found out why he stole bread?"

"No, because no one is interested, they never care about the truth, they just vent, and those disgusting editors just want to make a full payment for their manuscripts. ”

"The overwhelming malice has shattered the truth. ”

Issad was emotional, but still tried to keep it from affecting what he was saying.

Just last month, Hansen died, along with his 10-year-old son. ”

"Do you remember why Hansen stole bread?"

The fear in Char's eyes had turned to confusion, and he was more like he was muttering to himself.

"Little Baker is seriously ill, and Hansen has used up his savings..."

"Little Baker died of illness, so did Hansen commit suicide?"

"Nope. "Yi

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