It was like a bolt of lightning struck into my head.

Finally, the untouchable and ungraspable thoughts in Zhang Jing's heart suddenly became clear.

Montes. Did Bey die?

Originally, Zhang Jing was very sure, but when Ding Jiaqi asked him like this, he suddenly became uncertain.

At the time of the incident, he was looking at the yacht at the dock, and when he received a phone call, he hurried back to the Blood Castle and saw Montes after 90 minutes. Bei was already a corpse.

Because I have killed a lot of people, I have seen a lot of corpses, and now I think about it. Bei's corpse did have a trace of abnormality.

To be precise, it is "tasteless", not to mention fresh corpses, and there is a high probability that there will be a "smell" after 60-90 minutes of death.

And Zhang Jing remembered that Montes. Bei's body had no change of clothes and was not clean.

In this way, it is not normal to have no taste.

Combined with the fact that Zhang Jing did not see the body with his own eyes at the time of burial, Montes. The probability of Bei's fake death is as high as more than 80%.

Considering that many people want to kill her, it makes sense to fake her death.

What Zhang Jing couldn't figure out was that Montes. Bei faked his death, why did he leave the inheritance???

Is there a conspiracy in this?

Or is it pure giving?

There were too many questions to understand, so Zhang Jing decided to go to Dublin immediately, bid farewell to Silan, drive to the airport, and rent a plane to travel.

Before boarding, it was decided to take a microphone with me... Old Daikin.

With the old Dakkin, the reliability of the microphone is fine, but not as much "oil" as the old Dakin.

The elder Daikin was on vacation in Kuala Lumpur, and he also found a temporary stepmother for Mirika, and she was notified by her boss to leave immediately.

Eleven hours to Dublin, time 1 p.m. local.

Dai Jin was two hours late, and at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, Zhang Jing saw an employee with a greasy image outside the airport.

No need to be polite, Zhang Jing went straight to the point and spent three minutes putting Montes. A brief overview of the shell incident.

In the end, Zhang Jing had a strong thirst for knowledge, "I want to know what her purpose is and why she pulled me into the game."

"If Montes. Bey is not dead," Old Daikin tried to ask, "where is the probability?"

"I'll go to the Blood Castle," Zhang Jing arranged the task, "you go to Delu Town to have a look."

Old Dai Jin lowered his head and left first.

Zhang Jing took a taxi to the Blood Castle, thirty kilometers away, and there was an African-American man on duty at the entrance.

Seeing a taxi coming, I wanted to step forward to find out the reason, but I was slightly stunned when I saw that it was Zhang Jing, and then opened the gate of the ancient castle.

Walk through the stone-paved courtyard to the entrance of the main house of the castle. Rice is waiting.

Jonathan. Rice is in his forties, physically strong, and his identity is Montes. Bey's godfather is also the great butler of the Blood Castle.

I didn't expect Zhang Jing to come suddenly, but the other party was the nominal owner of the Blood Castle, and he bent down slightly to welcome.

"Mr. Jonathan," Zhang Jing greeted the other party up close, "how are you doing?"

"It's not good, it's raining constantly," Jonathan said. Rice complained, "It's cold, it's cold."

Zhang nodded, "Please inform the kitchen, I want to eat Sichuan-style fish hot pot, preserved egg tofu, garlic lobster at night, thank you."

Jonathan. Rice's expression was confused, and he didn't understand anything except the garlic lobster.

"Sir," Jonathan. Les politely asked, "I didn't understand, please say it again."

Jonathan. Rice had a very good attitude, which made Zhang Jing suspect that he was really the owner of the Blood Castle.

So I redescribed the Sichuan-style fish hot pot and preserved egg tofu in English.

Obviously, there are no preserved eggs in the kitchen of Blood Castle, and there are no Sichuan-style seasonings, so you need to go to the city to purchase them.

Jonathan. Les didn't say no, and told the waiter to drive to buy it.

Zhang Jing walked confidently past the main house's gate, where two carriages could run side by side, and behind it was a wide corridor filled with luxury cars and helicopters.

Passing through the corridor non-stop, there is a high gate opposite.

Behind the high door is a foyer with an area of about fifty square meters.

Behind the foyer

Facing the main hall of the Blood Castle was a deep cashmere carpet on the floor.

The temperature of the huge space is above 27 degrees, and the body feels very comfortable.

A waitress dressed in a white apron, a wide-body navy blue blouse, and black waist-cinching trousers took Zhang Jing's coat.

"Have any guests come lately?" Zhang Jing asked casually when he handed his coat to the waiter.

The waiter was slightly stunned, he didn't expect Zhang Jing to talk to her, so he didn't know how to answer, so he simply pretended not to hear.

"Mr. Zhang is the new owner of the Blood Castle," Jonathan said. Les appeared from behind him, accusing the middle-aged waitress, who was slightly chubby and looked wealthy, and asked, "Why didn't you answer his question?"

"Recently, a number of guests have come to visit the Blood Castle," the waitress immediately answered Zhang Jing's question.

Glance at Jonathan. Rice, "Who?"

"People from the yamen, lawyers, and some people come here if they want to talk about business."

It's clear that Jonathan. Les didn't plan to elaborate, as if it wasn't important, Zhang Jing didn't ask deeply.

For dinner, Zhang Jing ate Sichuan-style hot pot fish, preserved egg tofu, and garlic lobster.

It was already dark outside at five o'clock in the afternoon in winter, and Zhang Jing wanted to sleep after eating and drinking.

Considering himself the owner of the Blood Castle, he went straight to the master bedroom on the second floor.

Compared with the new buildings of the last 100 years, the 400-year-old master bedroom of the Blood Fort is so large that Zhang Jing thinks it is unlucky.

According to the theory of Feng Shui, it is unlucky for a house to have a small number of people, and a small house is unlucky.

Cixi's sleeping place, plus her office next to the bedroom, is only about a hundred square meters.

And the bedroom in front of me also has 100 square meters, with a floor height of about five meters, so big that there is an echo when walking.

It's okay because it was Montes before. The bedroom used by Bei is decorated in a girlish style and looks warm.

It's not cold, it's not gloomy, otherwise the quality of sleep at night will be greatly reduced.

Simply walked around the interior of the bedroom, there was no pinhole bugging or the like, and the smart beans were released, Zhang Jingzhi fell on the bed, he was too tired to take a plane, and he had to rest.

At the same time.

Located on the west side of the Blood Castle, about 200 meters away from the main fort, a galloping black car drove out of the room used to house war horses in ancient times.

The transparency of the car windows is very low, and the night is shrouded, so it is difficult to see the inside of the car.

The strange thing is that the car did not turn on the lights, silently, and left the Blood Castle with a light and familiar way.

Zhang Jing didn't know about this, so he slept until he woke up at 2 o'clock in the morning, and quietly came to the cemetery located on both sides of the straight road in the backyard of the Blood Castle.

Unlike in large countries, cemeteries are generally far away from the living quarters, and in the West, for religious reasons, the graves and living quarters are sometimes mixed together. Chinese Net

In particular, the church has tombstones and boxes in the basement of the front and back, left and right.

It was precisely because the location of the tomb was too open and upright that not long after Zhang Jing arrived, two patrol bodyguards saw someone moving and came over with flashlights.

"Boss," most of the Blood Castle bodyguards knew Zhang Jing, "who are you?"

"I can't sleep," Zhang Jing's expression was sad and compassionate, and his tone was heavy, "I'm here to remember Miss Pei."

I wanted to dig up the tomb and take a look, but now I have to give up.

However, the east is not bright and the west is bright, and the old Dai Jin will soon have a harvest.