The sky was white, and dark clouds shrouded Brittus, and light and shadow were intertwined.

Strong winds swept through the streets, gray stone pavements were covered with thick fog, and visibility was at an all-time low.

Sheriff Shawei rested wearily in his chair, his hat covering his eyes, and he never slept, looking through the relationship between Viscount Goode and the female star all night.

But who exactly wanted Viscount Goode to disappear and had the ability to make him disappear, Shawei still had no clue.

"For a closed room case, killing someone is far easier than transporting an adult, why did the murderer waste his strength?"

"What exactly does he want from Viscount Goode?"

It was already seven o'clock in the morning, and the police station began to be noisy again, and Shawei closed his eyes and thought, he couldn't figure it out, and he couldn't sleep peacefully.

Suddenly, there was a bang, and the office door was pushed open.

"Sheriff Shawey, a letter from the post office has just arrived for you!"

"Hmmm......"

Wearily removing his hat, Shawei rubbed his temples and sighed.

The police at the bottom always work hard, but the top can sit back and enjoy the results, of course, this hard work is also caused by him, painful and happy.

"Who sent it to me?"

"Report Sheriff Shaweh, there is no signature on it!"

The voice of the messenger was loud, after all, the young man was energetic, but Sha Wei could not withstand this kind of toss, and he motioned for the messenger to put the letter on the table.

Without rushing to open the letter, he first used his hands to confirm that it was not explosives, and then Sha Wei picked up one side of the envelope, cut the other side with scissors, and several black and white photos fell to the ground.

"It's ......"

Photographs of Viscount Goode and the women are dated to show that he had been dealing with women every night for the five days prior to Viscount Goode's disappearance.

"Who sent this to me?"

"Why five days in a row?"

"Is the murderer one of these five women?"

"Or someone related to these five women, in order to take revenge on Viscount Goode......"

Shawei frowned, only two of the five women had appeared in the newspaper, and it was known that they had dated Viscount Goode.

And in addition to Grace Sheryl and Jeanne Mil, who are the other three women, and how much love and hatred are there between them and Viscount Goode?

Through five ambiguous photos, Sha Wei quickly thought of countless possibilities.

"Immediately notify and find out all the backgrounds of these women, they are very likely to be related to the disappearance. ”

"Yes, Sheriff Shawe!"

The messenger was about to leave the office, and Sergeant Shawei thought of something and called the messenger to stop the messenger.

"Hey, wait a minute!"

"You'll have to find someone to go to the post office and find out who sent the letter, and I can probably guess who sent the photos, but I'll have to make sure. ”

"When you take these women to the police station, remember to use the invitation, don't let those annoying flies catch us again!"

"Yes, Sheriff Shawe!"

The messenger took the photo, left in a hurry, and went down to deliver the instructions.

Sheriff Xavier put on his coat, patent leather gloves and hat, and prepared to go out for himself to capture the women who were entangled with Viscount Goode.

It's just that the man's eyes full of secrets come to mind again.

"The man who filmed Viscount Goode for five days in a row was, Williams Cliff, ......"

"But isn't he a journalist, isn't he a revolutionary?"

"Why did you suddenly change your mind and give me clues about Viscount Goode's disappearance?"

Without thinking about it, the police who followed the man had already been dispatched, and Sha Wei believed that whether Williams was innocent or not would always find out.

A new day began in a hectic and hectic manner, and the catastrophic fog did not slow down Brittus's pace, except for some traffic accidents.

Due to the reduced visibility and the lack of time for the police to direct traffic, several horse-drawn and steam vans collided in succession, clogging the streets.

Compared to the congestion of the central block, the western residential area quickly returned to quiet.

At 14 Garton Road, on the second floor of a red brick building, in a small and low room, a man rarely slept until he woke up naturally, stretched his waist and yawned.

Lazily changing out of his pajamas, Bill was in a good mood, his pale face glowing red.

"If you get paid for your return safe, you can contact the agent and make an appointment with the landlord. ”

"A good new life is about to begin, hey. ”

"Why hasn't the payment been mailed yet, and the Brotherhood's smuggling ship won't sink, right?"

"Hehe......"

The locked drawer was opened, and only the pictures of Viscount Goode and the female branch were taken out, and the rest of the photos were intended to be sent back to the Society, and it was useless to keep them in his hands.

The only trouble now was to buy the murderer and Sha Wei's suspicion of him, and he had not thought of a good way to dispel the sheriff's suspicions.

If Savoy had investigated his recent whereabouts, he would probably have found out that he had been to Jikransi.

"It's all a small hassle. ”

"As long as I get the safe back, I can hide, away from the hustle and bustle of the city, and let the police forget about me. ”

"I'm going to have to keep the woman and the Barclays Trust employees shut up for a moment, but I don't think they'll be quiet, because it's bad for the bank's credibility. ”

Bill whistled and left the brick building.

It was foggy outside, visibility was less than ten meters, and Bill frowned.

"There are too many factories around, and the government should put environmental clean-up on the agenda. ”

Bring a black mask, this kind of thing he buys a lot when cleaning, but the mask can't restore the air, it's just a prop for psychological comfort.

Bypassing the congestion, Bill first went to the new editorial office and met Hansen, who was coming out of the printing office with a pile of newspapers.

"Hey, Bill, you came early today, I bothered you yesterday!"

Instead of the tiredness of staying up all night, Hansen was full of energy and stacked newspapers on his desk.

"It's a good thing you helped me get my camera to the photo studio, and I was able to get everything done before it was too late. ”

Bill nodded slightly, didn't speak, and handed the photo to Hansen.

"This is the result of your recent shoot?"

"Anyway, Viscount Goode is missing, and you can also transfer the target. ”

"Oh. ”

"Newspaper, give me a copy. ”

Bill ignored Hansen's words and picked up a freshly baked copy of The Weekly News, which still smelled of ink.

He saw the photo in the newspaper and covered half of his face with his hand, as well as a few hideous scars on his left arm.

"It's good that I wasn't photographed in the face. 」

At the same time, the newspapers used fierce rhetoric to denounce the police department, as an administrative law enforcement department, for acting recklessly and abusing its power to take innocent and pitiful civilians away for interrogation.

It has to be said that these words are extremely incendiary.

However, the truth is that Bill didn't suffer any of that, and if he wants to get anything out of it, then he will have a lot to do.

"I should get out of this place as soon as possible. 」

"The class struggle is getting worse and worse, and no one is immune to it. 」

With a newspaper in hand, Bill plans to leave the new editorial.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to explain to Hansen.

"I'm not going to come to work at the newspaper again, so help me say hello to Thomas. ”

"I ......"

"I'll come back to see him in the future, treat him to dinner, and talk about recent stories. ”

"We said yes. ”

Nodding slightly to Hansen, Bill departed in his stunned gaze, leaving only a lonely figure and disappearing around the corner of the stairs.

......

"You ......"

"You rude, troublesome bear child!"

"This kind of thing, how can you let me talk to that guy Thomas!"

After a long time of coming back to his senses, Hansen shouted in the direction Bill had left, but he didn't get the response he was expecting, and the big boy was no longer there.

The newspaper office was still busy, but Hansen felt lonely for a while, and he looked at Williams's desk, which seemed to be gray again.

With a sigh and putting the picture away, Hansen went to the corner to pick up the rag and clean up the desk, expecting the boy to return.

......

It was a busy morning for civilians, and it was breakfast time at Barclay's house.

In the ornate and spacious dining room, Cologne was the only one eating, eating veal steak and soft-boiled omelette while taking the newspaper from the butler.

Paying attention to facts and grasping social trends is Kelon's long-standing habit of life, which is used to cultivate accurate gaze and keen judgment.

Because of this, Kelon was able to start from scratch, from a small trader in his teens, reselling goods, to a famous conglomerate.

When you open the Norman Morning Post, the society described in the newspaper is peaceful, the country's economy is developing rapidly, the national strength is booming, and the national living standards are improving day by day.

Coupled with the coverage of negative foreign news, this newspaper gives the impression that living in Norman is definitely the luckiest thing a citizen can do.

Kelong was expressionless, noncommittal.

Then he opened another newspaper, which was also customary.

Never listen to the opinions of one family, nor put all the eggs in one basket, get the news from many aspects, and then analyze the most useful information from it, and choose the next direction for the company's development.

Investment and business are the same, the most important thing is vision and vision.

This is a newspaper issued by a private newspaper, and Kelon saw a large picture printed in the most conspicuous position, with a row of large characters written on it, and it was deliberately bolded to show the emphasis.

"Today's headlines: Viscount Goode disappeared mysteriously, and innocent civilians became the lambs of crime!"

"Is Viscount Goode missing?"

"Why him!"

Colon Barclay suddenly slammed down the newspaper and slapped his palms on the table angrily, spilling his coffee and staining the brand-new tablecloth.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

The housekeeper hurriedly dried the table and asked the reason, although Master Kelon was often angry for various reasons, but he rarely showed it at the dinner table.

"Where's Elijah!"

"I have fulfilled her request to unfreeze her bank account and not restrict her personal freedom!"

"Hasn't she told me the whereabouts of the safe yet?"

After reading the newspaper headline, Koron didn't bother to have breakfast and asked to see Illya by name.

"Sir, Miss Elijah has gone to the bank, please rest assured that we will find the safe sooner or later. ”

"Miss Illya also said that customers will not complain about companies and banks in the short term, sir, don't be angry, it's not good for your health......"

The steward could only persuade him.

Recently, when the personal doctor gave Kelong a physical examination, he specially told Kelong to reduce his anger, after all, he is close to 60 years old and his blood pressure is not stable.

"Humph!"

"Have you followed Illya for so long, have you found where the safe is hidden?"

Cologne got up angrily, and after leaving the table, he went to the study with his cane and continued to ask questions to the butler.

“...... Sir, I haven't found it yet. ”

"A bunch of rubbish!"

"It's better that Viscount Goode's disappearance has nothing to do with her, otherwise I will lock her up until the marriage is successful!"

Closing the door hard, Kelon locked himself in the study, and the housekeeper sighed helplessly.

Obviously they are all a family, when will Master Colon and Miss Illya stop fighting and sit down and eat together in harmony?