Climb aboard the carriage and follow Editor-in-Chief Thomas and Hansen out of the Land of Right and Wrong.

The carriage was spacious enough to seat six people, and Hansen looked agitated, with the same expression as the group of reporters.

"Bill, what did the hounds ask you?"

Hansen began to ask questions, holding a small notebook in his hand, as if he were doing an interview.

"Something about Viscount Goode. ”

"Also, how did they intimidate you, did they give you Anga a trumped-up charge, why did you directly determine that you had something to do with Viscount Goode's disappearance?"

“......”

"Nothing ......"

Bill was absent-minded about Hansen's question.

He recalled Shawei's alert and questioning face, frowning, the man was very sensitive and could be a great threat to himself.

"How do you get that guy to take his attention away from himself?"

"Do you want to find a suitable opportunity to give him ......?"

"Hey, Bill, we're in this group!"

"You have to tell me all the details of this kind of thing, and I'll stay up late to sort it out and send it for printing, and the newspaper will definitely sell well!"

"You can even go to court and sue that the police are using violence against you and portraying yourself as a poor oppressed low-class people, and everyone loves to watch this kind of news!"

Hansen was so excited that he was foaming at the mouth, and Bill didn't know why Hansen, who was in charge of the economic section, was interested in these things.

But he couldn't go to the court to complain to the police, let alone stand out for the class struggle.

The gun shoots the first bird.

"Alright, Hansen, he's just been frightened, don't keep asking him questions. ”

Editor-in-Chief Thomas spoke slowly.

Looking away from the police station, Thomas had just lifted the curtain with his hand until the carriage had completely left the area where the government department was located.

"Child, drink a glass of warm milk in a while, go home early and rest, don't worry, they don't dare to continue to disturb you. ”

Thomas's smiling and affable editor-in-chief gives Bill the illusion that he is his relative, even though they bear no resemblance in appearance.

The carriage stopped in front of the newspaper office, where the nearby printing office and photo studio were still open, and the cold wind swept through the streets, leaving only a few rotten leaves flying in the air.

Hansen and Thomas got out of the car at the same time, and they had to go to the newspaper office to work overtime.

"Son, go home quickly, and let the carriage take you back. ”

"Hmm. ”

Slowly walking into the office building, Thomas's editor-in-chief had an old face and a straight back, and Bill watched him walk into the office building, and a trace of unease rose in his heart.

"What does Editor-in-Chief Thomas do every day?"

"Isn't it ......?"

"By the way, Bill, don't go yet!"

Hansen suddenly came running, still holding a camera in his hand, panting.

"Bill, help me get my camera to the photo studio and go home, I'm going to code all night, time is pressing!"

“......”

"Yes. ”

Hansen hurried back to the office building, and did not forget to denounce the nobles.

Picking up the camera and letting the carriage wait where it was, Bill headed for the photo studio.

......

Pushing open the door of the photo studio, the lights were still on, but there was no one in sight.

"Where's the boss?"

Colourful curtains hung silently on the walls, purple tiger chairs and iron hangers sat alongside, and decorative bird cages and pipes were piled on the table.

The coffee pot on the table was still warm, but Bill didn't see any living people, and the white flower set was in the corner of the room, a little quiet.

Da, Da......

The sound echoed as the heel of his shoe tapped on the ground, and Bill made his way around the antechamber in search of the boss.

The photo studio owner is slightly chubby and likes to take pictures of customers in suspenders, and he even lives in the shop, and Bill never sees the owner leave the photo studio.

Cluck, cluck......

The mechanical clock turned, the glass door blocked the wind, and around the antechamber, Bill passed through a long, narrow and dark corridor, and a copper-colored European mirror on the turquoise wall reflected the man's figure incomparably large.

At the end of the hallway, the door to the basement was ajar, glowing red.

Bill is unusually sensitive to light sources.

「...... In the basement?"

Walking slowly, the door hung with the words "idlers are not allowed to enter", shoes stepped on the old wooden floor, the floor made a creaking sound, the heart beat faster, and the palm of the hand was on the paint off the handle.

......

Click......

Door shaft rotation ......

“！”

Dark eyes suddenly appeared, staring at Bill.

A gloomy voice suddenly sounded, and the photo studio owner stood gloomily behind the door, his eyes were eerie and terrifying, and under the strange red light, like the edges and corners of a corpse.

"Bill, don't you see that the door is hanging and idlers are not allowed to enter?"

“......”

"Oh, sorry. ”

Half a millimeter away, Bill had no fear in his heart, only seeing that the boss's face was sticky and oily, and the pores were enlarged.

"How long has he not washed his face?"

The boss suddenly raised his hand, and Bill instantly stepped back, defensively touching his hand to the revolver, only to see the boss holding the photo in his hand.

"Your picture. ”

"Oh, thanks. ”

After taking the photos, Bill saw that the results of the past few days were all there, including this afternoon's shooting.

"This is Hansen's camera, and he's coming tomorrow morning to get the picture. ”

"Got it. ”

The studio owner slammed the door shut, leaving Bill where he was.

Talking to himself about it, Bill held the photo, and a sense of incongruity appeared in his heart, but the night was getting darker and deeper, and he decided to go home first.

"Bill, don't meddle. 」

"Bill, there's still a lot of trouble to solve, put away your curiosity. 」

"Curiosity kills cat......

Leaving the photo studio, Bill put all the photos away.

On the way home in the carriage, the police were still patrolling everywhere, dogs barking, and there were never as many steam locomotives in the streets as there are today.

The carriage was stopped by the police as it left the central area, and they thoroughly inspected the carriage inside and out to make sure that Viscount Goode had not been found before letting it go.

Bill believes that if the missing person is an ordinary person, the police will treat it as a runaway at most, and will never waste so much police force blocking the streets.

Soon returned to the brick building, took out a photo of Viscount Goode and the female branch, and the photos were taken many times in a row, leaving all the traces of Viscount Goode's distorted face.

The clouds were still gathering, the oppressive sky suddenly brightened, the lightning shone on the pale and cold faces, the thunder rang out, and the endless darkness began to be restless again.

There was a flash of white light, and Bill saw a shadow in the photo, as if it were ......

"What's hiding in the shadows?"

During the afternoon shoot, Bill focused more on Viscount Goode and the Lady, thus ignoring what lies behind the visual blind spots, in the dark corners.

With a frown, put the photo in a drawer and lock it.

He didn't want to get involved in the case anymore, dealing with the annoying cops, and the most important thing at the moment was to go to the woman with the photo and get the safe back.

"Don't you provide clues to the police station, if Viscount Goode can't find it, then the woman won't be able to marry Viscount Good. 」

"Then she will marry other nobles as well, and I can still do my tricks. 」

"It is far more painful to live a miserable life than to die. 」

"Oh, I'm going to destroy her most precious thing!"

"But who kidnapped Viscount Goode, is it ......?"

"Don't think about it, get back the pocket watch and gold pounds, speed up the research on the power of shadows after you move, and then find a middleman to kill the buyer once and for all. 」

Struggling to suppress his curiosity, Bill slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

......

Towards the wee hours of the morning, the police station was finally quiet, and only the lights in the sheriff's office were still on.

The items in the office are not particularly neatly arranged, but they are classified according to special habits, and all the important information is placed within reach.

The clatter of mechanical clocks, the clatter of gears is especially noticeable in the silent night, and a dark copper gas lamp on the desk slams the bearded man's figure against the wall.

Sheriff Xavier is flipping through the recent newspapers, which are full of lace news about Viscount Goode and female celebrities.

Bang bang bang!

"Please come in. ”

There was a knock on the door, and the assistant policeman brought a cup of coffee and placed it in front of Shawei, the coffee steaming.

"Sergeant Shawey, have a drink and rest for a while. ”

"Hmm. ”

Picking up the coffee cup, he did not take his eyes off the newspaper, which is the rigor and seriousness of the capital police, which is completely different from the casualness of the Jiklansi police.

If you want to serve in the capital police department, you must also have real talents and have studied in a regular police academy.

"The housekeeper went back?"

"Yes, Sergeant Shawey, and the butler still believes that Viscount Goode's disappearance has something to do with Cliff, and nothing else. ”

"What about the wooden house, have you found anything new?"

"I've checked it many times, but I still haven't found anything, and the scene has always been guarded. ”

"I see. ”

Shawei put down the newspaper and rubbed his eyelids.

The only clues to Viscount Goode's disappearance were with the butler and Williams, but they were silent.

He also became irritable.

Tomorrow the newspaper will be published, and the lower councils will use this as an excuse to make trouble.

Although a sudden revolution more than a decade ago gave the non-aristocratic class a little power to participate in the management of the country, it was only a discourse in name only, not the ruling power.

Over the years, their appetite has become bigger and bigger.

"The Gude family's brain is not normal, it will only cause trouble for me, and the murder case two months ago has no clue!"

"Sheriff Shawei, we have worked very hard, there are many dusty cases in the bureau, we can't find out the truth in every case, just do our best. ”

Sha Wei exhaled two clouds of white smoke from his nostrils, of course he understood this reason, but he was unwilling.

"By the way, Sheriff Shawey, that Williams, we don't care about him?"

“......”

"Of course not, send two people to follow him tomorrow, we must find his problem, otherwise the newspaper will be able to make a big fuss!"

"Finding the facts about Williams' criminals is the only way to shut up those newspapers!"

Another cloud of smoke was spitted out, and Williams's eyes, which hid countless secrets, had left a deep impression on Shawei's mind, and could not be dispersed for a long time.

The atmosphere in the fog has been reduced by the disappearance of the nobles, and a village far away from Brittus is experiencing torrential rain.

In a wood-paneled house next to the woods, the lights were still on, illuminating the dark night, and the slightly chubby man tossed and turned on the soft bed, scratching his back desperately and scratching the blood.

"No, I didn't kill it, I didn't kill it!"

"It's not me, don't come to me, it's the man who instructed ......"

"Get out, get out of here!"

“......”

"Mom!"

Suddenly waking up, John stiffened out of bed, his chest rising and falling violently.

"Whew-"

"Whew-"

Covering his painful and flabby face, John gasped desperately, still having palpitations, and scratched his neck vigorously.

"Shhhh

"Mi, Mina, can you pour me a glass of water, I ......"

John turned his head and saw Mina covered with a blanket over her head, unresponsive to his words, motionless.

"Mina?"

Confused, John gently pulled down the quilt, and there was only one pillow in it.

“？”

Lifting the whole quilt with doubts, Mina has not been found.

Swallow your saliva and get up slowly.

"Did she go to the bathroom?"

Dressed and carrying the kerosene lamp out of the room, John now desperately needed Mina's warm and soft embrace to soothe his frightened heart.

The door was ajar, the rain was sharp, and it was pouring rain outside, washing the world away in lightning and thunder.

John felt inexplicably irritable in his heart, and since returning home and learning of his mother's death, his emotions often fluctuated, which were only relieved by Mina's side.

It's just that Mina wasn't even at home.

Looking out the window, the rain was falling, and he seemed to see a dim light, two people holding umbrellas and talking in the rain.

The heavy rain blocked the view, and the person under the umbrella seemed to be Mina, and ......