Cook?

Eden felt as if he had heard the name somewhere, but he didn't have time to think about it so much, and getting out of here was the first thing to do now.

He looked left and right, while the coachman went straight ahead.

Eden took two steps to the left to see the driver's reaction, but he didn't make any moves.

Just as Eden hesitated, the coachman suddenly spoke.

"Director Eden, it's just ahead, please don't be impatient."

This sentence is a warning.

Eden retracted his small movements and looked at the magnificent building in front of him.

Although it has not been taken care of for more than ten years, the glass curtain wall at the top of the building still shines in the sun.

The Palazzo Vanti, a building that, like its original owner, had a glorious past, but eventually became the dust of history.

For the old people of Turin, the last tragedy that happened in this building could never be mentioned.

And now, the Zhu Gate of the Vanti Palace is wide open, and the high hanging eaves are like an open mouth, as if it wants to swallow all the future.

Eden swallowed, but his voice was still hoarse, and he asked incredulously.

"Duke Vanti is still alive?"

"His Majesty personally supervised the punishment back then, and it is impossible for him to be alive."

The coachman tightened the reins, and the horses came to a slow stop in front of the door.

Before the carriage could stop, the coachman jumped out of the carriage.

He waited by the car door, greeting Eden like a real doorman, a etiquette that scared Eden.

But he could only climb the steps in front of the Vanti Palace, and the coachman followed him half a step.

Walking into the Vanti Palace, the wide road leads straight to the blue-roofed building in the distance, and there is a huge circular pit in front of the building, which is rumored to be filled with seawater, which is transported from the southern Atami for a long distance and changes every ten days.

Duke Vanti kept dozens of species of sea creatures here, which were used not only for viewing but also for banquets.

"The Eye of Turin."

The coachman's voice rang out again, but the tone and tone were completely different.

"After the death of Duke Vanti, many people fished here for sea fish. You know, that thing is valuable, so these guys snatched it and broke the blood. ”

As he spoke, a figure appeared on the other side of the Eye of Turin, looking at Eden with his hands behind his back. Because of the distance, Eden couldn't see his face clearly, only that he had an inch of hair.

Caron stretched out his right hand and pointed to the bottomless pit.

"So a lot of people have died in this pit."

Standing on the edge of the pit, Eden glanced inside, and the glimpse alone could not make people see anything, only that it was pitch black, but the darkness made people's scalps tingle.

He withdrew his gaze and subconsciously took a half step back.

"You ...... What the hell do you want to do. ”

The question seemed to be asked to the heart, and Caron sighed.

"I warned Oreo not to meddle in the affairs of the nobles, but why didn't he listen?"

"Oreo Pravor?"

Eden said in horror, "You want to avenge him?" ”

Cuarón shook his head.

"I'm just here to wipe his ass."

Eden looked back at Caron, the coachman standing straight at his side, his mouth rolling up and down, but his eyes blank, like a puppet.

"Director Eden, I've been wondering why you're so concerned about Oreo's movements, and I don't think it's the duty of the City Patrol Director.

But after putting everything in order a little bit, I quickly came to a conclusion

- You know that Oreo has always been concerned about the death of that group of prostitutes, and I guess you are concerned about Oreo because of that group of prostitutes, since that is the case, the conclusion is very simple, you must have something to do with the death of that group of prostitutes...... In other words, you used your power to shield those nobles. ”

Eden said exasperatedly.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

"Looks like you admit it, and didn't I say that I'm wiping Oreo's ass."

With that, Caron took a half-step forward and tried to reach for Eden's collar, but Eden was much more nimble than he thought.

He rolled out from under Cuarón's hand, then drew his gun from his bosom and fired a shot at Cuarón.

At such close range, half of Cuarón's face was sliced open by the bullet.

Eden ran briskly in the direction of the gate, reloading his bullets.

The wide avenue was flanked by low weeds, and Eden suspected that there were people hiding there, and he kept a wary eye on the left and right of the road.

He had barely taken two steps before Cuarón's voice rang out again.

"Director Eden, I'm not a verbose person."

Hearing this, Eden glanced back, and the coachman's face was a bloody blur, but he was still standing there straight, his mouth opening and closing.

"Jury."

This serious posture really looks like a trial, do they want to judge themselves for the wrongs they committed by indirectly killing those prostitutes!

But is that also a fault!

And what the hell does that damn jury mean?

Eden didn't dare to hesitate, and he ran quickly towards the gate.

Even after all this distance, Cuarón's voice was still clear.

"I will judge you...... What will I judge you, after all, you have not violated any of the laws of Turin. ”

After a moment of silence, Cuarón's voice grew louder.

"It is true that it is not within the scope of the law to sit back and watch the aristocracy ignore human life and ignore natural human rights, but in morality, it will be scolded by thousands of people.

As the Director of the City Patrol Bureau, Eden, are you worthy of the inscription behind your desk? ”

Seeing Eden run farther and farther, the flat-headed man finally moved.

He slowly crouched down, then picked up a spear from the ground, which was Occassim's Edge.

Caron said to himself.

"Caron, pick him up."

As soon as he finished speaking, the flat-headed man pulled the trigger, and with a loud gunshot, a handful of blood exploded in Eden's back, and he staggered forward, then slid forward with his face against the ground.

Before his body could stop, Cuaron grabbed his collar and nearly pierced Eden's chest with a single shot.

It was winter, and Eden's heavy clothes were soon stained red with blood, and a few drops were splashed down Eden's trouser legs.

Dragging the bloody man, Cuarón walked briskly over to the flat-headed man.

Half of his face was bloody and fleshy, and the other half was still with low eyebrows.

"What to do with him?"

The flat-headed man stared straight at the pit, his eyes containing too much.

After a moment, Cuarón said.

"Caron, how many corpses did you say were in this pit?"

Cuarón glanced inside and replied.

"There are 116 people who died ten years ago, and 111 corpses have been joined by them intermittently in the past ten years, including many prostitutes who were dumped here, plus Director Eden in my hands, a total of 228 corpses."

The flat-headed man nodded, he withdrew his gaze, his eyes lowered, and then made a sigh, and Caron sighed with him.

"How could the Eye of Turin be like this......"

After sighing, the man walked towards the gate step by step with his hands behind his back.

Cuaron tossed Eden inside, then watched as the corpse vanished into the darkness.

He shook his head, and sighed as he quickly followed the flat-headed man's steps.

"Turin, Turin, Heaven and Hell."