Duke Jackson suddenly laughed inexplicably, which made Count Soros a little confused, and at the same time a little hairy in his heart, he secretly speculated, Jackson could not be mentally abnormal, right?

Looking at Count Thoros, who was a little overwhelmed, Jackson quickly explained: "I just think what Lord Earl said is very comfortable to listen to, and chatting with someone like you who can talk can unconsciously be in a good mood." ”

Although Jackson said it so lightly, he was already panicked in his heart, because at that moment, a funny memory that he didn't know where it came from suddenly appeared in his mind, and his brain center seemed to be out of control in an instant, unconsciously making him laugh, but fortunately, the anomaly only lasted for two seconds, and the inexplicable memory disappeared without a trace.

Although it was only a momentary thing, layers of cold sweat had already broken out on Jackson's back, and the experience of the first two seconds was so terrible that it was as if a person had suddenly been possessed by a ghost and completely lost himself.

Looking at Duke Jackson, who was inexplicably nervous, Soros kept muttering in his heart, what is this old fox doing? Why was it shocked? Is it really that the brain is abnormal, or does he not know what the purpose is, and deliberately performs for himself?

"I wonder when the Duke is going to leave for Paradise Island? If the time is right, I'd like to go with the Duke. ”

"Oh? Mr. Earl is also planning to go to Paradise Island for a vacation? Jackson asked curiously, stabilizing his emotions.

"Well, I like that distant island a lot, and if it weren't for Her Majesty's critical illness this time, I might have stayed there for a while longer."

"That's right, I'll go and ask Her Majesty for leave tomorrow in person, and if all goes well, I'll be able to leave the day after tomorrow at most." On Paradise Island, Governor James is still unconscious, and shows no signs of recovery, and at the same time, there is no progress in the investigation of the assassination, and there is not even the slightest clue about the murderer. In addition, the girl who killed the soldier on the dock that day has still not been found.

However, although these two events came to a standstill, the investigation into the matter of splashing red paint on the Miluo flower that night made a new discovery, and someone reported that the red paint had been seen in a Protestant's home, and after an on-the-spot search by the island police, the paint was indeed found in the Protestant's home.

Although the paint was found, the Protestant firmly denied that he had done what happened that night, and he even said that the paint found in his house was not his. In a low building on the island, Bishop Powers had a serious face, and his men had never seen Powers so serious, so they all lowered their heads, and even carefully controlled their breathing.

"Can anyone tell me what the hell is going on with all that red paint?"

"Lord Bishop, the paints are not ours, and we have never seen them."

"But why is it in our house? Did the paint grow legs on its own? ”

"Someone must have deliberately framed us!"

"Framing us? Who did it? Do you have proof? ”

Bowers asked, and there was silence below.

In the island barracks, the captured Protestants were almost beaten to death, but they still insisted that the paint was not his, and that the splashing of paint had nothing to do with him.

Sandro walked up to the Protestant, stretched out his hand and patted his face lightly and said, "I didn't expect you to be still a hard bone, and you won't let go of your mouth after being beaten like this, why bother?" Is your life so worthless? ”

The Protestant, tied to a stake, bloodied and with several marks drawn from the whip on his face, stubbornly raised his head and said to Sandro: "If I didn't do it, I didn't do it, and I won't admit it if you beat me to death." ”

"You didn't do it? Why did you not do it, why do paints end up in your home? I didn't expect to be reported, right? ”

"I don't know why those paints are in my house, someone must have deliberately framed me!"

"Framed you? Who do you think you are? Why should someone frame you? Dead duck with a hard mouth! ”

After another beating, the Protestant was almost dying, but he still refused to admit his guilt, and Sandro's adjutant advised Sandro: "Your Excellency, don't fight?" If you continue to fight like this, you will be killed. ”

"What about being killed?" Sandro said disapprovingly: "Someone needs to stand up and confess in the matter of Miluo Hua. ”

"But I think he must have been framed, after all, if it were me, I would have thrown away all the paint after that night, and I couldn't possibly still hide it in my own house."

"Oh, so he's innocent?" Sandro glanced meaningfully at the adjutant, who was so frightened that he immediately stopped talking.

"Regardless of whether he was framed or not, since the stolen goods have been seized, unless there is a new discovery, or someone himself takes the initiative to confess his guilt, he is the murderer."

"Shameless! You, you will be punished by the Lord! The Protestant looked up with great difficulty and angrily cursed at Sandro.

"Shut up! If you dare to say one more word, I will kill you now! Sandro slapped the protestant in the face and said viciously.

"Don't kill him, even if the commander makes him confess, he's a Protestant, if you really beat him to death, the other Protestants on the island are going to make trouble again."

"Noisy?" Sandro said dismissively: "I'd like to see how they make a fuss, I'm not going to be as merciful as James." ”

Before Sandro could finish speaking, the Protestant who was tied to the pillar suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and Sandro who was standing in front of him could not dodge being sprayed, and the Protestant's head sank and his whole body drooped.

"Nima's!" Sandro hadn't noticed the Protestant's condition, but while swearing in his mouth, he quickly took out his handkerchief to wipe away the blood stains on his face.

"Lord Commander, he, he's dead." After examining the Protestants, the adjutant said to Sandro with a worried face.

"Death is death, what's the big deal? When he released the words, he said that the Protestant had confessed his sins, committed suicide in shame and self-blame, and that was the end of the Miluohua matter. ”

Soon the whole paradise island knew about this, according to the announcement released by Sandro, the Protestant was dissatisfied with the imperial royal family's support for the old Christians, so he deliberately stained the Miluo flower with red paint, in order to humiliate the royal family and vent his dissatisfaction, and later in the face of interrogation and evidence, the Protestant finally confessed, and felt deep remorse and shame for his actions, so he chose to commit suicide to end his life.

Of course, although the announcement is written like this, most people do not believe Sandro's statement, and everyone is more willing to speculate that the Protestants actually died under Sandro's torture to extract confessions.

At Boulder Camp, we also learned about Sandro's announcement, and I couldn't help but laugh and say to everyone: "I used to think James was stupid, but now it seems that Sandro is only half a pound and half a pound compared to him, and now that the Protestant is dead, the other Protestants on the island will have a reason to make a fuss." ”

Lin Ruyi, who was sitting next to me, asked puzzledly, "However, Sandro doesn't seem to be afraid of those Protestants making trouble, after all, they used to make trouble a lot, and in the end, it wasn't all thunder and rain, and compared to James, Sandro was even tougher." Baidu: Read the latest chapter of "Island Tycoon: Lonely Times Masterpiece Literature" for free for the first time.