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This is a general cargo ship with a capacity of two thousand torim, Duchamp visually, the length of the ship is more than fifty meters, the width is about 15 meters, and there is no cabin.

In the endless sea, such a ship is simply a small sampan.

The owner of the ship refused Duchamp's request for a ticket, repeatedly explaining that the ship was rudimentary and could only be accommodated in a makeshift room.

The makeshift guest room was next to the captain's quarters, and there was a small bed one meter wide, a small coffee table, and a cupboard, all of which were welded to the floor, and it was really rudimentary.

With nothing to do, Duchamp continued his old business of fishing.

At the stern of the boat there is a fishing device, consisting of a large turntable and steel wire, with several sharp hooks at the top of the line.

On this familiar waterway, during the boring voyages, captains and sailors often used fishing as a pastime.

The captain showed how to use it, put the hook on the small fish as bait, and threw the line into the sea. Sailors would occasionally come over to see if any fish had been hooked.

Duchamp also felt quite bored looking at such a casual way of fishing, and after staring at the line for a while, he stretched out boringly, thinking that he should find something else to do.

"Yo-shey, Styry!" A familiar voice sounded beside him.

Could it be auditory hallucinations!

As soon as Duchamp turned around, he found a familiar head poking out from behind the deck full of cargo.

"Why are you on board?" Duchamp covered his eyes with one hand, unable to believe what he was seeing.

"Oh, because I haven't been to Zhulai yet, take advantage of this rare opportunity, I'll stop by to watch it, plus I'm going with Styre, and there are people to take care of the food and expenses, of course you have to seize such an opportunity!" Olivier had a 'thankful for my wit' look on his face.

"Please! I'm not here to play, I'm here to run errands, what are you doing with me! The bruises on Duchamp's face burst out, and he roared in a low voice.

"Don't be so fierce! Can't I just follow the path and have fun? Olivier didn't expect to touch Duchamp with a nose of ash, and said stupidly.

"What I'm going to do is not an ordinary thing, this kind of thing, people of your status should not participate in it, and it is not appropriate to know about it. Otherwise, with your sensitive identity, once it is leaked out, it will be an uproar! Duchamp said angrily.

He has been secretly contacting Lu Lu at night for the past few days, knowing that Lu Lu's investigation has encountered a bottleneck, and if there are still no clues in the next step, he can only take the risk of kidnapping those suspected insiders and priing clues from their mouths.

In order to avoid future troubles and avoid any trouble caused by Julai's affairs, Duchamp had already thought that this time in Julai, even if he was unscrupulous, he would end this matter as soon as possible. I didn't expect that there was such an extra oil bottle now, how could this not make him angry.

"Identity, identity! Stellari-kun, you say that, it's really hurting to see the outside, I thought our friendship was more than that! "The little prince of the love song has red circles in his eyes, and he looks like I'm sad!

Duchamp had a big headache, he knew that as long as he was soft, the little prince would immediately change into a grinning face. Even counting Olivier now won't help, and now it's on the vast sea.

He leaned feebly on the railing, drawing circles against the sea.

"Hey! Are you really going to ignore me? Olivier's eyes flashed with exasperation, and he asked aloud behind him. In order to take revenge on Duchamp, he specially shouted into Duchamp's ear.

Duchamp's ears were shaken to the core, and he silently did a somersault backwards, turned and left.

"Hey, Styry, how can you do this, I didn't bring anything with me when I came out, you can't leave me alone!" Seeing that the sentimental and violent routes did not work, the little prince changed the beggar route again, turned his two coat pockets, and continued to chatter after Duchamp.

Duchamp jerked around, pulled a stack of mira out of his pocket, and stuffed it to Olivier.

"What are you paying me for?" Olivier's hand shrank sharply, as if he had been greatly insulted.

"This money is for you to buy a ticket. After the boat arrives at Julai, you go and buy a ticket to the imperial capital and go back immediately. Duchamp said sternly.

"So why bother? Didn't you just stay in Julay for a few days, and I'll just wait for you to go back together when you're done. Olivier immediately changed his smile.

Duchamp snorted, slipped the money into Olivier's coat pocket, and turned to continue walking.

Olivier froze for a moment, thought about it, and still carried the money. He knew very well that anyway, now in the same boat, Duchamp couldn't do anything about him.

"Hey, who are you? How did it end up on a ship? "A sailor noticed an extra person on board.

"I, I'm on the boat with that guy, if you don't believe me, you can ask him." Olivier tossed the ball to Duchamp.

The sailor cast an inquiring gaze, and Duchamp sighed and said, "That guy, let's be regarded as someone I know." ”

"What does it mean to be an acquaintance? Styry, we've come all the way. ”

The deck was so big that Olivier stuck to Duchamp's back like a kraft candy, and he couldn't shake it off.

Duchamp squatted helplessly on a pile of cargo on the deck, staring vacantly into the distance, with a bitter and bitter expression on his face.

Olivier smiled again and leaned over with one hand on the pile, but comforted him: "There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, so don't worry so much." Although I knew at a glance that the things you had to do in Julay were tricky, it didn't matter, with me, no matter how difficult things were, they could be solved. ”

Duchamp looked Olivier up and down, and suddenly asked, "Then do you have a knife?" ”

"No, what, is it dangerous?"

Duchamp suddenly scoffed: "I don't even have a knife when I go out, how can I mix with society." Boy, you'd better hurry home. ”

Olivier struck a 'thanks to my wit', and then, suddenly, pulling a pistol from his waist and stirring it between his index fingers. "Well, it's not bad to have a gun."

Duchamp sniffed, this momentum could not be lost. "It's good to bring a gun, it seems that you don't have no experience in going out. After arriving in Julai, I was relieved that you would take the train back alone. ”

"Steiry! After saying so much for a long time, you still have to drive me away! Olivier pounced on him, tugging at Duchamp's garment and howling.

What a line! Duchamp moved back crookedly, widened the distance between the two, and said in a deep voice: "I went to Julai this time to investigate one thing, and it is really inconvenient to take you with me." ”

"Investigate what? Why don't you take me with you? Olivier was secretly happy that Dushanco was finally relieved.

"Investigate a murder for hire that happened about four years ago."

What an exciting thing! Olivier was deeply intoxicated by his wit. He smugly shook his blonde hair in front of Duchamp's gaze: "That's not just enough to use my smart head!" ”

"However, if this matter is investigated, I plan to kill a few people. You'd better not get involved in this kind of thing. Duchamp said this with a flat expression.

Olivier's smile froze. He looked at Duchamp's calm expression, and it was difficult for him to get used to it for a while. "What do you say? Stellory.! ”

Duchamp repeated what he had just said.

"Kill a few people!"

Olivier's hands trembled violently, and he looked at Duchamp's calm eyes, and suddenly realized that Duchamp was not telling a joke, and that what he said was true.

"Since it involves a homicide, the murderer and the case are investigated clearly, and it can be handed over to the police to solve it, why mention the word murder? If you kill someone in private, according to the laws of the Empire, even if you take possession, you will be sentenced to a heavy sentence. Olivier lowered his voice in a panic.

Duchamp let out a snort from his nose!

If the police really worked, how could the Wheat Field Town tragedy be ignored to this day?

He calmly explained: "I have read a book before, and there is one sentence in it that left a deep impression on me. A gentleman's revenge, ten years is not too late, have you ever heard of this sentence? ”

"Of course! Everybody knows that. ”

"Do you know what's next?" Du Shangqiang said calmly, always feeling that there was an irrepressible anxiety in his heart.

These plans are just his ideas, but in order to turn them into actions, he needs to overcome an obstacle in his heart, that is, the bottom line of the law that has accumulated over decades of being a law-abiding citizen.

The so-called "doing the right thing for heaven" and fighting for righteousness are all fictional stories in novels and TV series, and in the real society, they finally become a sentence "chivalry violates the ban with force", which has an irreversible impact on the order of the real society.

Although we have crossed from one world to another, the essence of human beings as good and orderly beings has not changed. If there are conditions, Duchamp also wants to pursue justice in both results and procedures, however, it is even more dangerous to let the other party lurk in Julay for a long time to conduct investigations, and once the other party is aware of Lu's actions, there is no doubt that the other party will immediately kill without hesitation. At the moment, the only way to cut through the mess is to cut through the mess with a quick knife.

And the knife is in his hands!

While everyone else was having fun, Duchamp was constantly reasoning about it, working on his secret weapons night and night, and refining his spiritual skills over and over again. In his opinion, it was extremely easy to find out about this matter, and there were only so many people in Julai, and he didn't believe that there were still people in this poor country who could resist his spiritual strength now.

Everything is in place, but now there is a little deviation. He had an extra kraft candy by his side.

Duchamp glanced at the kraft candy and felt irritable all over!

Damn, if only there was a cigarette now.

"Is there a next sentence for that?" Olivier asked curiously.

"Of course, the next sentence is: the little people take revenge, from morning till night. This is the motto of the male protagonist in the book. (from "The Guest)"

After spitting out these words, Duchamp jumped down from the cargo, pointed his index finger at Olivier, and said word by word: "This is the difference between me and you!" ”

Olivier was stunned.

Duchamp bypassed Olivier, who was in a daze, and walked down the deck, and when he said that, he felt his passion ignite at once, and he remembered the classic passage from the novel he had read before, and felt so full of power that he longed to put on his wings and fly to Julai.

"Lu, big man, I'll do my best to help you!" He muttered to himself.

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