"Albert, you are suspected of murder, and I will arrest you according to the law. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" the sheriff said in a deep voice.

"I'm really not a murderer. Albert shook his head. "You know who I am. He looked at the sheriff.

"People change. Harry couldn't help but interject. "Arrest this vicious master killer!" he shouted at the top of his voice.

"Harry, you are a witness, not an enforcer. The sheriff reminded: "Don't let me say it a third time, or I will arrest you for the crime of disrupting the law by a public officer." ”

"As you wish, just Mr. Sheriff. Harry shrugged. "Now that the human and material evidence is available, I hope you can send the murderer to death row as soon as possible. He said in a subtle way.

"Harry, as far as I know, you don't live around here. Albert stared at Harry. "How do you know I'm here? and why am I here? He asked, suddenly remembering something that had happened four years ago. At his adoptive father's funeral, two apprentice martial artists defiled his adoptive father's ghost with foul language, and he harshly lectured two apprentice martial artists who were outrageous, and Harry was one of them. Albert was sure that the incident must have something to do with Harry.

"It's you. Albert walked slowly towards Harry, murderous intent rising. "You killed Daddy Murel. He said word by word.

"Get out of here, you pig and dog inferior slayer!" Harry swallowed as he looked at Albert's eyes flushed with anger, cold sweat inadvertently running down his face.

"Albert, what are you going to do!" the sheriff stood in front of Harry.

"I'm going to avenge Daddy Murel, that's all. Albert sneered and slammed his fist at Harry.

"Stop!" the sheriff shouted, blocking Albert's fist, but the force pushed him back several meters.

"I'm sorry. Albert said to the sheriff, and then with a lightning strike, he grabbed Harry by the neck. It was so fast that neither the sheriff nor the guards had time to react.

Harry's mouth was wide open, trying to breathe, but he couldn't get a breath of oxygen. He tried to get rid of it, but couldn't shake the pincer-like hand.

A dozen guards gathered and surrounded the bedroom, all ready for battle.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, as if the air had frozen.

"Put your weapons away!" the sheriff ordered, then looked at Albert, "Let go of Harry, Albert. If you are innocent, if the murderer is someone else, justice will be served. ”

"Innocence, I don't care. Albert chuckled. "The only thing I want to do now is to kill the real murderer and let the ghost of Daddy Muller rest in peace. ”

"If Muller had known something, would he want you to bear the infamy of being a master killer?" shouted the sheriff.

Hearing the sheriff's words, Albert couldn't help but be stunned and fell silent.

"Come with me, I'll get to the bottom of it. The sheriff's tone softened.

"You are right, only when the truth is revealed can the ghost of Daddy Muller rest in peace. Albert let go of Harry, who was in a fainting state.

All the guards in Dawning Town together were less than fifty people, and most of them were strong ordinary people and apprentice martial artists. Only eight squad leaders are bronze one-star martial artists, and the strongest person is the sheriff whose strength has reached the bronze two-star. If Albert wanted to leave, these people would never be able to trap him. But if he leaves, it will be tantamount to absconding in fear of sin, and even if he has a hundred mouths, he will not be able to prove his innocence.

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As the days passed, Albert's eyes regained a glimmer of light, and he tried to sort out his thoughts.

Even though he has not yet come out of the haze of Murel's murder, in order to get rid of the notoriety of the murderer, and in order to appease the ghost of Mulair's father, he has to cheer up and find out the real culprit.

On the surface, Harry who framed him is definitely a major suspect, but Albert always felt that things would not be so simple. Extrapolating from the time of Muller's father's death, Harry simply did not have time to call the police after committing the crime. And he also knows Harry very well, although he is very bad, but his head is not bright, he does not think that Harry can come up with such a scheme.

From this, it can be concluded that Harry must have had at least one co-conspirator, and most likely the mastermind.

"Albert, your lunch. The cold iron cell door opened, and the guard walked in with a plate of food that wasn't too bad.

"I remember having an orange for dessert. Albert looked at the food in front of him and said, "Benson, please give me back the oranges." ”

"Are you going to have lunch today?" asked Guard Benson in surprise.

"Isn't that weird?" Albert asked rhetorically.

"You haven't eaten anything for three days. Benson muttered, shaking his head in confusion. He took an orange out of his pocket and handed it to Albert as he explained, "I didn't think you would eat it today." ”

"Thank you. Albert took the orange and said casually, "But I've changed my mind now." ”

"Why?" asked Benson.

"Want to know?" Albert raised his eyebrows and said to Benson, "unless you give me your lunch, don't forget, you ate three oranges that belong to me the other three days." ”

"Okay. After a moment of silence, Benson nodded, took his lunch, and said, "It's all for you, tell me." ”

"Because I'm hungry. Albert replied, snatching Benson's lunch.

Such a simple answer made Benson a little speechless, he looked at Albert who was gobbling up, and said in his heart, it seems that this kid is indeed hungry. Benson shook his head, turned away, and when he reached the cell door, sighed, "Albert, I believe you are not a murderer, although I don't know you very well. ”

When Albert heard this, he put down the plate and said, "Why?"

"What, why?"

"Why would you believe me?"

"It is Buffia's custom for the younger generation to fast and speak for three days for the deceased elders, and the murderer will not do this. Benson looked at Albert closely, "And you don't look like a bad person." ”

"I was pretty sure I wasn't a bad person. Albert said in a deep voice: "But after finding the real murderer, I will kill him with my own hands, by the most cruel means, no matter who it is." At that point, I can't guarantee that I'm still a good person. ”

He looked at the walls around him and laughed at himself, he really had a relationship with prison, and he did it twice in just one week.

That scared me. Benson shook his head, then nodded again: "But I don't know why, I don't think it's wrong." Maybe if it were me, I would have made the same decision. ”

"Perhaps, I'm not a good person anymore. Albert looked down at his hands, muttering to himself. Suddenly he thought of the people he had killed, and perhaps he had done nothing wrong, at least, it was right for the commoners who were oppressed by the nobility all day long. Daddy Murel said to keep a bottom line for the truth, and he didn't think that thing had crossed his line. Albert finds a plausible reason to convince himself that if killing Darth is wrong, he'd rather be a bad guy.

"Maybe there's no such thing as good or bad in this world. Albert muttered under his breath.

Benson scratched his head, not understanding what Albert meant.

As he was about to ask a question, Albert looked up and smiled, "Benson, thank you for chatting with me, I'm in a much better mood now." ”

For three days, Albert's brow, which had always been tightened, relaxed.

Benson smiled and didn't continue.

Both of them fell silent, there was not a single sound in the basement, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

Just as Benson wanted to close the cell door and leave, Albert seemed to suddenly remember something, and quickly stopped Benson and asked, "Benson, do you know Harry?"

"That street gangster, you say?" said Benson, uncertain.

"That's right, Harry has something to do with the death of Daddy Murel. Albert said firmly.

"My colleagues in the Guards Battalion talked about the situation on the day of the crime, and it was Harry who identified you. Benson said.

"Yes, that's why he's a big suspect. Albert nodded and said in a deep voice, "But I'm sure Harry is definitely not the mastermind. ”

"According to you, this is a gang crime?" asked Benson, "Do you have any evidence?"

"No, so I need your help. Albert told Benson.

"Me?" Benson hesitated. "I'm just a dungeon guard, what can I do for you?" he asked him.

"Since he is Harry's accomplice, the relationship must be extraordinary. Albert said, "If you want, you can help me find out who Harry has been dealing with the most recently." ”

"There are a lot of contacts and close relationships. Benson muttered, as if thinking about something. "Are you sure?" he asked.

"Absolutely, yes, I swear, Harry isn't that smart. Albert nodded.

"I trust you, maybe I can give you an answer right now. Benson looked at Albert with a look of solemnity, or rather indifference.

"Who is it?" Albert sensed Benson's anomaly, but he cared more about Benson's next words than that.

"Achill. Benson gritted his teeth, almost squeezing the three words out between his teeth.

"He's back?" Albert was stunned and couldn't help frowning.

Achill is Harry's cousin and is also a street thug. Four years ago, he had beaten one of the two apprentices, Harry, and the other Achill. The two brothers used to be arrogant and domineering with good strength, and they collected and bullied civilians everywhere.

Since Achill was kicked and broke three ribs by him, he has relented a lot, and it didn't take long for him to leave the town, where he was gone.

"That's right, Achill is now the new mayor of Dawn, Sir Sycamore. Benson's expression was cold, and he said in a deep voice: "With the support of the nobles, Achill has become even more unscrupulous after his return, and residents and soldiers are injured by him every day. "My father was also one of the victims, and Achill seriously injured my father and is still being treated in the infirmary, and the reason is simply that Achill is a little bored." ”