In another interrogation room, the handler sat tremblingly in a restraint chair wearing only a pair of shorts. His body was covered with all kinds of scars, dripping with blood, his trembling hands were holding a cigarette, and his flaxen-colored hair was already wet with sweat and clung to his forehead. He took a drag on his cigarette and squinted slightly, as if that would ease his physical pain.

Three somewhat disheveled nobles sat in the corner of the room, panting. Their eyes were bloodshot, and their faces were even more hideous.

That's right, this is the father of three victims, three nobles. They didn't dare to torture Spielco, but they still had the power to torture and torture this handler. After just half an hour of tossing, the anger and sadness in their hearts not only did not dissolve in the slightest, but became stronger and stronger.

"How did you know Spielko?", Nietzsche, as the chief judge, was very serious, and this involved the murder of the nobles. Spielko is not his turn to interrogate because of his identity and status, but this person who handles it does not have so many restrictions. In addition to him, there were two guys from the Presbyterian Church in the room, and the matter was so big that the lid couldn't be covered.

The handler twitched out of the corner of his eye and exhaled a puff of smoke, "Two years ago, by a coincidence, a friend of mine introduced me to Spielco, and that's when I met him. At the time, I didn't know his identity, I just thought he was an ordinary little nobleman, and I didn't think much about it. He gave me a task, and there was a skilled woman who wanted to blackmail Spalk, and Spinko gave me the matter, and so we became friends. ”

"Your friend is really special!", Nietzsche sneered, it must not be a good thing to be blackmailed by a skilled woman, it is foreseeable that Spielko's bloody case this time may not be the first time, but he chose more skilled women in the past, even if they disappear, no one will report the crime, or the free people who are not protected by the laws of the empire. Nietzsche took the pen and tapped his notebook lightly, "How many times have you served Speyer, what is the content of each time, how did you trade, and did you have any special deals?"

The handler chuckled twice, "Can I not say it?", but soon he shook his head to himself, "Usually every month I will provide two to five maidens from Mr. Spielco, and his request is more troublesome, and it must be a pure-blooded Desi. During one chat he told me that he had a special habit of cleanliness and had no interest in non-Desi people at all. In the past two years, I have provided him with about a hundred maidens for him to vent his desires. As for the way I traded, to be honest, I didn't ask for anything in return. ”

He looked up at Nietzsche, "Power is the most precious thing compared to something as meaningless as money." In addition to that, we had some information exchanges, and I introduced some people to him, and I also introduced some people to get to know him. The handler flicked the ashes of his cigarette, "You all know very well that this is the kind of business that people like me do. ”

"How many girls has Spangelo tortured in the past two years?", the rest of the room pricked up their ears, both the Presbyterians and the victims' families, wondering if the sudden accident was an "emergency" or a "routine". If it was an emergency, whether or not he was framed, as Spike said, the nature of the matter would change. If it is customary, then it is a different consequence.

The handler's fingers seemed to suddenly lose their strength, and half of the cigarette fell to the ground, and the sparks that bounced off fell on his bloody instep, he shook slightly, and lowered his head, "Sorry, can you give me another cigarette?"

Nietzsche tilted his head, and naturally someone brought a cigarette and a lighter, and after the handler re-lit a cigarette, he raised his head to meet Nietzsche's gaze. After the two exchanged their eyes in the air for a moment, the handler grinned, revealing the mouth that was missing several teeth, "There are a total of seven girls who died in the end. He hides some key information, and it is precisely this critical information that leads others into a wrong train of thought.

The last died, so what happened before the end? The seven dead girls didn't die on the spot, they died for various reasons after they were picked up by the handlers. Some died of damaged internal organs, others died of high fever, and one girl contracted other diseases. In other words, their deaths were only indirectly related to Spike, if not at all.

But the final answer given by ignoring this information is enough to make many people misjudge in their hearts - Specco is a brutal sadist, and this abuse and killing incident is no accident!

Nietzsche nodded quietly and recorded the results of the questioning in his notebook.

In the depths of his heart, there was not the slightest excitement at this time, but there was an indescribable sense of fear, which came from yesterday. Yesterday evening Wren asked Nietzsche to meet him at the Imperial Palace, now the Minister of State Security of the Reich, in charge of intelligence and security both inside and outside the Reich. Before he saw Wren, he was still thinking about what the young Emperor wanted him to do, or hoping that he would show his loyalty.

But he did not expect that as soon as they met, His Majesty the Emperor gave him a very difficult and arduous task - to set off the first political tsunami in the first year of the Desi Empire. He even arranged most of the steps and plans for Nietzsche, and the only thing Nietzsche had to do was to try the case to the end under pressure and threats from the outside world.

When Nietzsche said that he would never let go of any criminal, even if it was Spielco, Wren smiled and told him that it was not so simple, nor was it so easy. His Majesty's goal is definitely not to arrest a Spielco, but to set off a political tsunami, his target is not just the Cabo Field, the power of the tsunami will affect most of the nobles in the imperial capital!

And this key point is in the person who handles it.

The handler is only one of the representatives of this industry, and there are countless brokers in the entire imperial capital, but the handler who can be associated with a gold nobleman like Spielko has a much higher level of contact than other brokers. No matter how much ability and how big things to do, as long as he can knock on the mouth of this handler, Nietzsche can expect that the nobles of the entire imperial capital will feel more or less afraid.

Under the glamorous performance of the aristocracy, the ugly and dirty things are not at all less than those untouchables, who have become accustomed to spending money to solve these troubles, and also give Wren the reason and the handle to do it.

So such a framing of Spairco is not really about dealing with the Capufffield family - abandoning an heir and severing ties to avoid disaster is not a matter for a political family at all. Therefore, the purpose of framing Cabofield is to put pressure on the person who handles it, if he doesn't want to be the first pawn to be abandoned in the compromise, he should understand what he can do to save his own life, and the life of his family!

Using the direct descendants of a golden aristocrat to make a fuss, this kind of level of tilting is by no means something that Nietzsche can imagine, nor can he touch. The only thing he had to do was to carry out the task that Wren had given him.

By the time the interrogation was here, it was enough to convict Spielko, but there were still some questions to be asked, Nietzsche put down his pen and rubbed his wrist, glanced at the representative sent by the Presbyterian Church beside him, and asked with a smile: "How did you decide on the number of three victims this time, or why did you choose these three victims." ”

He had already made eye contact with Nietzsche before, and the person in charge knew how he could survive, which was also his experience as a broker for so many years. Without the slightest reservation, he said directly, "Spielco gave me the characteristics of the goal he hoped to obtain, and let me carry it out." He told me to have black hair, between twelve and sixteen years old, slim, not big breasts, to look simple and lovely, to have temperament, and to be noble. ”

"At his request, I picked out some goals, about fourteen or fifteen, and then had people carry them out. I didn't specify anyone, because the whereabouts of the noble maidens were difficult to grasp, and my request to my men was to catch up to three, which is the number that Spike requested. ”

The face of the representative of the Presbyterian Church was particularly gloomy, and Nietzsche knew that this gloom was not for the person in charge, not for him, and not for His Majesty the Emperor, who had already controlled the situation in the palace, but for the Capofield family. Spike actually took all the nobles as prey, which is absolutely unforgivable, the Capofield family is enough to dominate, but they didn't expect that the Cabofield family can be arrogant to this point.

He did this without taking the nobles into account at all, perhaps they never regarded the nobles as the same thing!

The victims' families were also panting, and one of them, who looked slightly younger, turned around and punched the wall, leaving a trail of blood.

"I think this matter should be decided by His Majesty. The presbyterian representative's hands trembled slightly when he finally spat this sentence out of his mouth. This group of old fellows, who have left the political center and relinquished their titles and responsibilities, but who have retained their wisdom and experience, are already keenly aware that this will be a huge storm that will sweep through the highest ruling echelons of the empire.

Wren, who had just taken office, immediately had to make a choice, whether to convict Spangelko or set him free. Whatever he chooses, it means he has something to lose. Convicting Spike would mean that the new emperor would split from the old golden aristocracy. If he chooses to release Spielco, then he will lose the support of the nobles. It's an opportunity, no matter who it is.

The Elders' people left after cleaning up, and the families of the victims also needed to think about what to do next, after all, the murderer was a golden nobleman and a strong contender for the next patriarch of the Capofield family.

When everyone had left, the door to the interrogation room was shut, and Nietzsche moved his chair to the opposite side of the restraint chair, and the two sat close together and facing each other.

After being silent for a long time, the handler shook his head, "What do you want to do with such a big scene?" If he still thought that he was implicated before, then he only woke up after he made eye contact with Nietzsche. Even if they weren't their primary target, they were as important as Spielco's.

To be a broker, to be a broker to the point where he can do the dirty work for the gold nobles, he can't be an idiot. Not only is he not stupid, but he is also very smart, and the fact that he has been exposed to all kinds of dirty, despicable, shameless and obscene conspiracies in the past ten or twenty years has already given him a very quick thinking and reasoning, so he believes that he is also their "hunting" target.

Nietzsche's smiling appearance and his chubby body shape don't show the slightest ruthlessness in him at all, "I'm curious about a question, as a famous political skinner in the imperial capital, how do you remember so many complicated relationships?"

There are still a lot of nobles in the imperial capital and even the entire empire after several rounds of purges, and if you calculate according to the previous Orlando Empire, the nobles at that time were several times as many as they are now. There are so many nobles, so many contradictions and hatreds between friends and enemies, if you are not a person with real ability, let alone remember the contradictions and relationships between these nobles, I am afraid that you will not be able to remember even their names and family crests.

But this guy did it, which made Nietzsche feel amazing, Nietzsche's own work cannot be said to be simple, but it is definitely not complicated. But even so, he needs to use this small notebook to record something, so as not to let himself forget, so how did he do this in front of him?

The handler shrugged his shoulders, "The God of Light has given me this ability, of course I have to make good use of it." He shook his wrist, the chain and the platen clattered as they collided, "Can you untie it now?"

Nietzsche hesitated, took out the key from his pocket and showed it to him, but did not give it to him, "Actually, it is for your own good to lock you, and there is a job that you need to solve now." ”

The handler laughed absently, "Say, what kind of work?"

Nietzsche pulled out a notebook and a pen as well, "We need more news!"

In the end, it can be said to be a warning, or it can be said to be a threat, Nietzsche added, "With us to protect you, there will be absolutely no problem with the lives of you and your family." Speaking of which, your three-year-old daughter is really cute, your wife is beautiful, and you have a happy family, and you don't want it to be ruined for anything, do you?"