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This topic will stop there. Although he didn't say it explicitly, Ed had already made it clear. He knew that old Duroc might have found out something bad about him by now, such as the ambiguous and ambiguous relationship between him and Albert, the strange negotiation between them that made people suspicious and couldn't help but think about it—and that was not the way it was, for it was. But he also won't worry, because even Albert himself, the police don't have any evidence, any information, any weight, anything to do to him, on the surface, that big man is not only as clean as water from beginning to end, but even has a huge and immeasurable contribution to society on the surface, and is a successful person in the true sense.

And although Ed and him have a huge difference in identity that cannot be measured at all, this can't be a reason why the two of them can't know each other and can't make friends - who Albert wants to be friends with, I really don't know who can control him.

What's more, Ed still has this relationship with Marcy. The connection between the two men is more intimate than Albert's, which makes the onlookers even more confused and unable to make a conclusion easily.

Ed was sure that Old Duroc already knew the things that he could know in such a short period of time with his own abilities and resources, and had made the right judgment that belonged to him, so he was able to sit here and talk to him face to face. But that doesn't mean he can tell the venerable old detective about everything he cares about now, and there are some things that are better known to others when they are not needed, and it is good for everyone.

For example, Tithe - Old Duroc knew that the vague connection between Ed and Albert was one thing, and the connection between Tithe and Ed was another. There is a good chance that there will be trouble, and needless to say, less trouble is always better.

So Ed made a statement about the gun issue and unilaterally put an end to it. Although the old detective was obviously a little reluctant, there was nothing he could do. He and Ed had a purpose for this meeting, and that purpose was certainly not to pursue the gun. Ed's formalities have been handled for a long time.

He shoved the gun from the table with the magazine in the opposite direction of Ed. Ed clapped his hands and held it down, and his two eyes looked at Old Duroc through the thin and slightly bright lenses with electronic blue light, with a strange playfulness in his calm expression.

"Cell phones, papers, wallets – anything else?"

"You should know where to get these things when you go out. Others may not be experienced, but you are definitely not one of them. ”

“…… Why did you give me the gun back first? ”

"By the way."

Old Duroc yawned and pouted, as if he had just woken up. Then he lowered his eyebrows, his gaze silently sharpened, as Ed put the gun away and inserted it back into the belt he had just re-fastened.

"I've contacted Detective Marcy from the General Headquarters." He said.

"And then."

"He confirmed your story and identity and vouched for you." Old Duroc spoke dryly, as if to say something unpleasant, or very unhappy, "She said that you are an old friend of hers, and she has heard that you are coming to Barblair Beach on an errand. But she doesn't know what you're trying to do, and she doesn't know the specifics. ”

"I really didn't tell her the details." Ed nodded, "She didn't ask." ”

"Then tell old Duroc about what the hell you're doing here."

"You should have already figured it all out. As long as you have the heart, this is not a difficult thing to find. ”

"I'd like to hear from you personally, Detective."

"The great detective doesn't dare to be a detective. Second-rate - second-rate only. Ed waved his hand—he suddenly realized that he wanted to be humble—and that he didn't seem to be fucking modest—and he began to think about how to answer Old Duroc's question.

"It's a long story." "I have an employer," he thought, "I have an employer...... She has a hired handler who is here in Barblair Beach. A girl under twenty years old. She hadn't been to her for a month, and she was worried, so she asked me to come and look for it. Blinking, Ed suddenly realized that he seemed to be able to say it all right, "It seems that this story is not really long. He shrugged his shoulders and smiled sheepishly. How plastic that smile looks.

Old Duroc simply ignored the screaming fake politeness on the face of this nasty man. He waved his hand away the ecstasy smoke and continued to bypass the obstacles and get straight to the point.

"Come looking for someone, it sounds like it's a job that you people do a lot."

"It's a lot of work, indeed."

"Why did you go to Tagyron?"

"Some people say he might know the person I'm looking for right now, and maybe tell me where I'm going to find her."

"Who told you?"

"Do you want to ask that too?" Ed smiled in surprise - but it was clearly pretended, deliberately to make people look at the nest.

"I now know why you're second-rate." Old Duroc didn't fall for Eddard at all, "This kind of problem shows that you really might be second-rate." ”

"Relax, I'm kidding." Ed casually crossed his fingers together, "It's a very hot girl - she works as a receptionist at the counter on the second floor of a certain clubhouse, and she told me that if I want to find a girl in this part of Barblair Beach who has something to do with a non-serious crowd, or something like that, I can go to Tabilon for help." He will charge a certain amount of remuneration, but he is a reliable guy, and there is nothing he can't do, and all my troubles can be solved from him...... Maybe that's what happened, or maybe the hostess was doing something else, I don't remember a little bit - forgive me, I've had a head injury before, and sometimes it's not easy. ”

"I think it's probably the other way around. Your brain may be 'sometimes' when it's good. Old Duroc half-opened his eyes, then snorted through his nose, "Don't worry, I'm not going to harass that hostess...... I already have a rough idea of what is going on. It seems that you should have happened to be involved in the assassination of Tabilon, and it has nothing to do with the assassination itself. ”

"I fished that guy out of the stinking ditch twice, officer." Ed's brow furrowed, and he slammed his finger on the table, "When I first met him, he happened to be bullied by two thugs who jumped out of nowhere and threw him out of the store - I picked him up, and I helped him back when those two thugs were making trouble for him again, let alone after, without me he would have been shot through the head by now." You're going to suspect me? I- officer, I don't mean to be offended at all, but if one day I really want to think about getting a new head, I think you might be able to join me. I happen to know a nice doctor who doesn't have the slightest hand shake when she splits your skull. ”

“……”

"Officer?"

Old Duroc stared there in a daze and did not react, Ed sensed strangeness and asked tentatively. Then the focus in Old Duoc's eyes returned, and he stared at Ed.

"You just said," he licked his lips, "two thugs have bullied Tabillon?" ”

“…… I think I said that. I don't remember exactly. Ed didn't understand what old Duroc was thinking, why he was so focused on such a strange place.

Old Duoc's face became a little strange, white and red. Finally, he took a deep breath and stroked his beard. "Bunny ......"

"What?"

"It's fine."

This time it was Duroc's turn to dodge the question. He lowered his head and didn't look at Eddard, just gave his hands in vain. This is something that anyone can tell is wrong, but Ed didn't come up with the mystery connection, and he didn't realize that he could pry something out of the mouth of someone like Old Duroc that he didn't want to say. And most importantly, he didn't feel like it was too relevant.

So he took the opportunity to drag the conversation to his own rhythm again. He asked about Tabillon.

"How is he, is he still alive?" Ed recalled the scene when the old bastard was shot in the back, and his own experience with the young gunman, and his tone became serious, "Why was he assassinated by the Donfrie family?" I remember that this Donfrie seems to be one of the three major local gangster groups in Bablore, and Tagilon is also a member of the gang? ”

Ed had been thinking about this for a long time, from the time of the Red Crocodile to most of the time. There was no way, Tabilon had been his best hope for completing the job so far, but it turned out to be so hasty, which made him mad every time he thought about it. And what also made him concerned was why Tabilon was assassinated by the Donfrie family, he originally thought that it might be because Tabilon himself was also a member of the gang or something, and was a member of the rival family of the Donfrie family, but even this assumption still has some points that are not clear. In Ed's feelings for Tagbillon, he thought that if the old guy was really a member of some underground organization in Bablyar Beach, then he would have to be at least a middle-level or higher management class, but if that was the case, his performance at the Red Gator Bar at that time would not have been too inconsistent with his identity.

I couldn't figure it out, so this matter was temporarily put on hold by Ed. And now he finally found an opportunity to ask someone who might know the answer to the question.

"He's alive. It's not going to be good, but I know he's going to get through it. He's a tough man. Old Duroc answered Ed's first question neatly, and then looked at Ed with slanted eyes, "As for why he was assassinated...... To be honest, nothing is certain yet. But I think I should know why. ”