Eric didn't expect his re-meeting with Padett to be such an awkward scene. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Papitt is still the same as "Patter", and there is no change. This made Eric recognize him at a glance. And Papitt also looked at the person in front of him and felt a little familiar.

"Mr. Detective?" he finally called.

"Yo. Eric stretched out a hand from the coffin and shook it gently.

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This is Blake's office. Eric was crouching in the corner of the room. Blake also specifically told him not to touch a clean wall. Because he was covered in mud and had a strong rancid stench.

"So you think I'm going to believe your nonsense?" After listening to Eric's explanation, Dr. Black still grinned widely.

Padpitt looked Eric in the eye and said, "No, I'd rather trust this Mr. Detective. Because he once did me a small favor and was a kind person. ”

Eric hated being watched, and he subconsciously avoided the other man's gaze. But now, he originally wanted to beat Papit, but he was relieved by the other party's words. How can he do it again?

Dr. Black heard Papitt speak for the filthy fellow, and immediately spread his hands in support.

Papitt approached Eric and took a few steps back. The right hand fanned something casually in front of the nose: "So, what do you think about this." Eric, if I'm not mistaken. ”

Seeing this, Eric could only suppress a thousand words in his heart. His feud with Mr. "Patter" seems to be postponed a little.

In fact, when he lay down in the coffin, he felt something strange. The ransciva of corpses crept into his nostrils like a corpse, almost suffocating him.

It seems that there was once a corpse that had been in this coffin for many years.

An old grave, and the landlord Blake didn't let anyone dig it up. But the result was that the body that should have been in the coffin disappeared out of thin air.

Someone had secretly exhumed the body. Eric told the two of them his conclusions.

Blake's eyes widened when he heard this conclusion: "What is there to steal from the corpse." I'll tell you, there's an old man buried there, dead for at least twenty years. It's not fresh enough at all. Thieves should have more and better options. ”

Not fresh enough?It's rare for Eric to hear someone describe a corpse like that.

Papitt agrees with Eric: "It looks like someone stole the body, but we don't know what the thief intended. ”

Blake didn't seem to care: "Well, somebody did steal it." So what? We just don't tell the old man's family. I asked people to fill the hole again, and I believe that no one will dig up the coffin again. ”

Papitt shook her head: "No, we'll report it." ”

"Report the crime?" Blake's face contorted, "No, it's better not." That would ruin my business. No one will come to buy a cemetery where there has been a theft of a corpse. ”

Papitt glared at Blake.

"Okay, okay, report it! Blake is a law-abiding citizen. "The doctor's attitude is like a summer shower.

Papitt looked back at Eric, "As you can see, Mr. Detective. Come with me to the police station. ”

And Eric only felt that this showy young master had robbed him of the lines that should have been said by him.

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The Santo Police Station is not far from the Royal Palace. Papitt decides to walk with Eric to her destination.

Along the way, both of them were silent, and neither of them took the lead to break the deadlock. During this time, Eric's eyes kept drifting to Papitt beside him, and he saw some clues.

Papitt's face was covered with makeup. His complexion wasn't supposed to be so gloomy. This is all thanks to Jasmine's unused mouth when she puts on Eric's makeup, and she teaches him a lot about it.

No wonder the expensive Papitt dared to walk down the street in such a grand manner. No one had ever seen the heir of Pelos who was far away on the east coast and stayed at home, not to mention that he was wearing makeup now. But if he continued to use this face, a problem could not be avoided.

Eric finally thought of his lines and spoke, "I have to remind you that you're using Mr. Patter's face right now. My boss should be reporting at the Santos Police Station right now. If you were seen by him, I think it would be bad. ”

"So I brought this. Papitt pulled a badge out of his pocket.

The base color is navy blue. The bottom is adorned with thorn flowers. In the center, a white-feathered seagull spreads its wings. Needless to say, it was the family crest of Pylos.

When Eric saw the little badge, he seemed to remember something that made him indignant: "You still have a badge?" he gritted his teeth, holding back the anger churning in his heart.

"My maid Triss also has one on her. They play the same role. Papitt stared at the badge in her hand, and her mood suddenly seemed to be a little low.

Eric didn't have time to take care of the young master's feelings, "Don't you want to explain why you asked me to go to Pelos? ”

"Didn't you see them, I think they're all right. Perhaps thinking that Eric obviously couldn't accept such a simple answer, Padett spoke again understandingly: "If you do get to Pylos, that badge will just allow you to join the family early." Of course, I also thought that you would find Jusses them. Then you will walk with them to the Holy Capital. And no matter what the outcome is, I will keep my promise. You'll get what you deserve. ”

Indeed, in the end, the only thing Papitt deceived Eric was that he desperately needed to be rescued.

"So, you're in a good mood because you've made me anxious?" said Eric, apparently not fully accepting his claim. "In this respect, you are indeed a nobleman. ”

Papitt was not provoked by Eric, on the contrary, he seemed patient: "Your mind, your fighting ability, is indeed what I want." But how can I know how you behave? Yes, your failure to fight for the wronged Patter may be due to your lack of ability. But when the wronged man throws all his weight at you for help, will you be able to do all your best to help him? I wanted to know this, so I panicked. As it turns out, you will. Congratulations, you passed my test. I admire you so much that I want you to join my personal guard. ”

"I see! It's a test? I passed yours, oh, that's great!—do you think I'm going to say that?," Eric reached out his left hand and grabbed Papitt by the collar.

"Playing around with others like fools. That's why I hate you nobles. ”

In the middle of the street, pedestrians stopped to look sideways. They saw a dirty-clad rascal grab another well-dressed man by the collar and punch him.

"Hey, call the police! There's a street fight here!"