Sou!

Dudian copied the palm of his hand, and instantly grabbed the newspaper again, his eyes were firmly fixed on the newspaper in this corner, "No. 72 Ives Street, the owner and his wife committed suicide by taking poison, suspected of depression caused by disputes with neighbors......"

He looked at it word for word, over and over again, word for word. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

His palms trembled slightly, including every breath of air he exhaled, with a scorching breath!

Ooh!

He suddenly got up, grabbed his fingers, and crushed all the newspapers on the table, including the consortium newspaper in his hand.

Noyce next to him was startled when he saw Dudian so angry, and looked at him in surprise, he had followed Dudian for so long, he had never seen this young man so angry, even when he was insulted in prison, he didn't have such anger and killing intent!

"You stay here." Dudian said coldly, and strode out of the office.

Hawkeye, who had just come back from dealing with things, happened to bump into Du Dian in the corridor, and was just about to say hello, when he suddenly noticed that the atmosphere of this master was not right, his heart suddenly burst, and he said cautiously: "My lord, that person has already dealt with it, who are you?" ”

"I'll go out." Du Dian stepped over and passed by him, and the wind swept across Hawkeye's face, making the man feel a chill, especially the second half of Du Dian's words, "Don't let anyone follow me, otherwise, there will be no return!" ”

The voice fell, and the person walked out of the corridor like a phantom.

Hawkeye was stunned and turned his head to look, only to see the corner of Dudian's clothes left behind when he turned in the hallway.

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Out of the manor, Dudian rode a fast horse. It is a red-brown horse, and it is also the exclusive horse of the 'Standin' family, a large family behind the 9th arrondissement, and can travel to all parts of the outer district without any identification, even in the heart of the well-guarded business district.

Drive!

The healthy horse flew, like a ride on the red dust, and left quickly.

In about an hour, Dudian arrived in the heart of the business district, which was bustling and lively, with busy shops and overcrowded streets, pedestrians and vehicles on the roadside.

He came to a post station, turned over and dismounted, threw the rope to the waiter who ran forward, and said, "Take care of it." With that, he turned and went into the street, blending in with the crowd.

In the midst of the bustling crowd, he quickly left the street and came to the adjacent street, kneading his face as quickly as he went, changing his face, grabbing a passer-by next to him, knocking him unconscious and dragging him into the alley, stripping him of his clothes and replacing them. After the camouflage was completed, he crossed the alley and quickly left the place, heading to the other side of the central area.

A few quarters of an hour later, Dudian came to the address of No. 72 Ives Street, and saw a spacious and beautiful villa of the manor standing in front of it, and outside the manor, a carriage of the Inquisition, reinforced with steel, full of iron and blood, was parked, and at this moment a knight of the Inquisition leaned beside him, holding bread in his hand, and munching on it with dejection.

Inside the manor, there was a hot figure, as if he was busy with something.

From the air, Du Dian smelled a strong and pungent smell of blood, as well as the smell of corpses decomposing, even if it was diluted by the air, it would not go away for a long time, even if ordinary people's sense of smell passed by, it could easily smell it, but it was not as strong as he penetrated deep into the lungs and deep into the bone marrow.

Dudian's heart sank, like falling into a cold frost lake, and the chill seeped into his blood.

Sou!

He flickered and disappeared into the street.

The next moment, Du Di'an's figure appeared on the top floor of the third floor of the manor villa, he gently pushed open the skylight, slowly walked in, and suddenly saw the sunlight on the third floor wafting with the luster of dust, obviously not cleaned for a long time.

He was silent for a moment, and slowly walked to the second floor step by step, like a ghost in his movements, without making the slightest sound.

When I went down to the second floor, I immediately saw that the living room on the second floor was in chaos, and the pillows on the sofa fell to the ground at will, as if they had been looted by robbers. In the corner of the living room, a new loom is shining, and the dust is drifting away.

At this moment, the hot figure in the villa was busy working on the first floor, as if he was carrying something, making a dragging sound.

Dudian bit his lip slightly, quietly walked to the staircase, and suddenly saw a knight of the Judgment wearing battle armor wearing several layers of gloves and masks, his nostrils bulging, as if the mask alone was not enough to block his breathing, he half-squatted on the ground, kept retreating, dragging the hauled things with both hands, it was a corpse, a badly decomposed corpse!

The corpse was a little swollen, with corpse spots, and its cheeks were full of scars from sharp blades, and there were pools of blood on its ears, and it was cut off without ears, and it was stripped of its clothes, and it was naked, and its towering chest and belly were full of whip marks, and it was not difficult to imagine what kind of torture it had suffered.

The moment he saw the corpse's face, Dudian's mind went blank with a thud, and he froze in place.

This face is none other than his adoptive mother, Jura!!

The last glimmer of hope in his heart was also instantly dashed, like falling into an abyss, his whole body was cold.

This villa was the place where he had ordered someone to take over the Jura couple and settle down, and the house was transferred to the Jura couple, so the moment he saw the news in the newspaper, his heart hung in the air, but until this moment, it sank deeply and fell.

His mind seemed to be confused, and he stood there in a daze.

Jura's body was dragged by the young knight of the trial, sliding out on the smooth wooden floor, Jura's eyes were wide open, full of horror and anger, frozen like a sculpture, his neck was crooked, and he looked at Dudian at the top of the staircase, and under the drag of the young knight, little by little, he disappeared from the wall next to the staircase, until his whole body was dragged outside the villa.

Dudian froze in place, and suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed in his mind, and he thought of the conclusion in the newspaper, "Suicide...... Suicide by poisoning? ”

He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly grinned, wanting to laugh, but couldn't laugh.

"Suicide ......"

"With so many scars on his body, the court actually judged it to be suicide!"

He grinned, showing a smiling posture, but two lines of sad tears slowly welled up in his eyes, and the tears rolled and slowly dripped onto his chest, and he slowly reacted, and the corners of his grinning mouth became bigger.

But there was not a single laugh.

It's like a person who laughs like crazy, but he can't laugh out loud.

Once, he thought that he would never be emotional again, and he would never cry again.

But reality violently dismissed this idea, and the world has never given anyone privileges.

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