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Luckily, when Eric was thrown down the hallway, the captain didn't stand there to witness the moment, presumably returning to his post.

Eric touched his ass and felt sorry for the shirt he had spent a month of savings. It's not a trendy style, but it looks pretty spirited. But by this time it was out of shape.

The little detective returned to his box and took care of his meter in front of the mirror, while thinking about the progress of the case.

The sturdy servant lived in a different carriage and had nothing to do with the case.

But his owner was undoubtedly suspicious.

Justin's attitude was arrogant at first, and then Eric's offer to search the luggage was clearly intentional - he knew of course that the nobles had privileges, and that this was only a test to see how they reacted. At this point, Mr. Justin behaves well, rough and rude, which perfectly fits Eric's impression of nobility.

But the little detective noticed something strange in it: Justin's attitude was still a little abnormal.

True, the petty aristocracy showed a tough stance. But according to him, when Eric knocked on the door, he was having "important business" on his side, and although he deliberately found fault when Eric first entered the door, he was obviously not so angry. This really didn't quite match the temper he showed later.

Of course, this is only speculation, and no one can jump to conclusions until there is conclusive evidence. Eric finished tidying up, and looked again at the folds that the neckline had inevitably left behind after being roughed up.

Justin, the outrageous petty aristocracy.

Eric summed it up and said that a good detective doesn't confuse personal emotions with the case.

Mr. Justin was chosen as the first subject of investigation because he was in close proximity to Box 5, where the crime occurred, and perhaps something could be heard in the middle of the night. So along this line of thought, it's time to go to Box Six next.

Unfortunately, Box 6 seems to be empty for the time being. Eric knocked on the door, but there was no answer. The same was true of Box 3, which he later visited.

Looks like it's time to go to the food truck.

Eric hadn't eaten in the morning, and his appetite was still not very good because of the morning. But if you want to talk to someone later, you should always order something.

From car No. 3 to car No. 4, the road is not long.

The overall feel of the dining car is as luxurious as in the private room. In the center of the corridor is a thin, wide red carpet, which for some reason makes people feel that this car is much more spacious than the others.

After questioning the service staff, in a window position, Eric found his target.

The merchant was so large that it even filled a two-seater's sofa. A brown-colored cowboy hat was tossed into the seat next to it, and a gold pocket watch chain that snapped into the buttonhole of the jacket extended into the pocket. At this time, he was in the middle of his meal, looking out the window at the field and silently.

"Sir, I don't think you mind if I sit here and dine. Eric walked over with a smile on his face, bent down, and said to his target.

He was not prepared to reveal his identity, because small talk during the secrecy of his identity was more conducive to understanding the suspect's character. Although this method does not work for people who cannot be seen without identifying them, such as Mr. Justin.

The merchant turned his head at the sound of the voice, and looked around, and saw that there were still many empty places—and although there was doubt in his eyes, his mouth did not refuse: "Of course not, sir, I would be happy to have a chat companion at the table." Rowan Beale smiled as well, and that smile seemed genuine.

"It's just that I've got a friend to dine with me, and he'll be there later, so we can talk before then. ”

Eric sat down across from him, "Well, I hope we get along well until then." "The soft sofa makes him feel comfortable. He beckoned to the waiter and asked for a cup of coffee.

The bright sunlight outside the window shines obliquely on the corner of the table, adding a bit of color to the food on the table.

Wealthy merchants often had a close or even extreme overlap in temperament with the aristocracy. But after a brief exchange of words between Eric and Mr. Rowan in front of him, the pot-bellied businessman changed his preconceived notions.

Humility and courtesy. Eric commented.

At nearly fifty years old, he still has black hair and is radiant. At the same time, he is also very humorous and knows how to make some cold jokes at the right time, which also makes the atmosphere less tense. So the two face-to-face gradually became talking and laughing, and in the eyes of outsiders, they were like old friends who had known each other for many years, and they talked about everything.

The pleasant chit-chat was over, and Rowan pulled out a cigar from the box at hand.

He invited, "Why don't you have one?"

Eric never smoked products. In fact, he was disgusted by the smell and hated any nerve-numbing behavior, and he needed to keep his head clear at all times so that he could think calmly. But as a detective, patience is also a must.

"No, thank you. ”

Rowan sighed: "That's a pity, it's definitely one of the most delicious things in the world, it's fascinating." ”

Eric sympathizes with the addicts.

The merchant put down the lighter, took a hard breath, and spat out a beautifully shaped smoke ring: "I have a question. ”

"Excuse me. ”

"What does the cigar in my hand look like to you?"

Eric didn't understand what he was trying to say: "A big Curt bullet?"

The Curt is a gun given to Eric by the Conceded Police Department. It is said to be used by the police throughout Odin.

"Although inconsistent with my answer, I must praise your imagination. Rowan paused slightly, and a playful smile suddenly appeared on his face: "Look at this shape, don't you think it looks like a unique thing for men?"

Eric was momentarily speechless, not knowing how to respond.

Rowan paid no attention to the young man who seemed to be resistant to the subject, and said to himself: "It symbolizes power and conquest, which is always something that makes men's blood boil." When cigars first came to the land from the other side of the sea, it also brought with it this thought. ”

Perhaps he found some of Eric's preconceptions about cigarettes and was trying to change the minds of young people in this way.

Surprised, Eric added the label of knowledgeable to the fat merchant: "I've never heard of a cigar having such a connotation." Indeed, men's dreams are always those things that fight and kill. But from the other side of the sea...... In other words, Pelos was the first stop for cigars in Odin. ”

"yes, almost everything new came from there. The largest port in the east of Odin, it is extremely beautiful. "Rowan is from Pelos, so of course he knows it all too well.

Pelos, synonymous with dreams and freedom. It is a giant port city comparable to Santo Oude and has a well-developed coastal trade. In many fields, it has even surpassed the capital, and is almost desired by the people of Odin.

"I don't know how much money the lords there make go to their pockets. ”

"No, lord, the people of Pelos generally call the owner of that land the lord of the city. Although the area of this city is almost the size of a county. At the same time, it is the two most developed cities in Odin along with the capital, and of course, I prefer Pelos to Odd, which does not have the miasma of the capital. ”

"Miasma?" said Eric, as if he had some opinion of the Holy Capital.

"Have you heard of the two deserts?"

As far as I know, there is only the Takla Desert in the north of Odin's territory. ”

"The other place is called the Ode Desert. ”

Eric was visibly puzzled: "Ode Desert?"

Rowan explained: "Of course, there is no desert in Oude, but many people from other provinces will use this code language to refer to the indifference of Oude, especially the Pelos. ”

"I see. I haven't been to the Holy Capital, but Pelos is. The climate is pleasant, the scenery is beautiful, the people are vibrant, and it is really suitable for living. Eric felt that the atmosphere was a little subtle, and he chose not to express his opinion

Luo Wen said again: "In fact, the people of the Holy Capital are not so fierce. It's just that there are a lot of nobles there, and there are many of them who are of bad character. ”

Aristocracy, Eric had just met and dealt with one.

"Actually, I just had a conversation with Mr. Justin in the same carriage, well... He made a big impression on me. ”

Hearing this, Rowan thought for a while and said slowly: "That Justin in the car...... It seems to be a side child of the Langton family. In fact, I also have business dealings with their family. ”

Eric's body was visibly stiffer.

When the fat man saw Eric's expression, he was happy: "Relax, young man." It's just a partnership. I don't have a good impression of the arrogant aristocracy. But their immediate members are at least polite. Looking at the way you look, I think it must have been an accident that you met this person. Your luck is simply bad. ”

Eric revealed, "I just hope that the members I see in the Holy Capital won't pull me by the collar. ”

Rowan glanced at Eric's collar and took a hard sip of his coffee.

"The arrogant aristocracy often thought that they were superior from birth. ”

The words suddenly drifted into the table from behind him, and Eric subconsciously looked back. A young man dressed in black had been standing behind him since he had been standing at some point.

Eric's alertness system was completely ineffective.

"My friend has arrived......" Rowan introduced.

The man continued: "And these people who claim to have special identities do not take the initiative to intersect with strange little people, so who are you sacred? ”

Eric's scalp tingled with staring.