News of Joyce's assassination soon spread, and General Gordon sent in to express his condolences.

After that, one after another guests came to visit, familiar, just acquainted, and even unfamiliar...... Basically, they all express sympathy for Joyce and dissatisfaction with certain people.

Having easily coped with a major he met at a banquet, Joyce thought of escaping and stopping by the Swordfish Bar, preferably joining them for an extraordinary party.

However, this intention of his was stopped by Mr. Hunter:

"Young master, that assassin is still at large, if you want to go out, please allow me to accompany you."

Don't be so rigorous, I made up the assassin...... Doesn't that count as shooting yourself in the foot...... Joyce laughed to herself in her heart:

"The assassin was wounded, and he shouldn't be able to do it again anytime soon."

Hunter said solemnly: "Assassins will have accomplices, and there must be no luck when dealing with enemies. ”

"Well, you've convinced me, and I feel fine at home now." Joyce raised his hand in surrender.

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The next morning, Joyce welcomed another unexpected visitor.

The chief of the Byam police station, the two once had a relationship at Councilor North's ball.

Sitting down the host and guest, Joyce was the first to ask:

"Mr. Director came in person, has there been any great progress in the case?"

"Well, I haven't ...... yet."

The slightly obese police chief rubbed his hands nervously, leaned forward, and was about to say something, when he saw Sophia handing over a cup of tea, he hurriedly took it with both hands, put it on the table without moving, and said solemnly:

"Baron Best, I am deeply remorseful and angry about your assassination, and I will do everything in my power to apprehend the assassin."

"However, this case is simply too complex and the impact is growing, you see......"

The director glanced up timidly: "Do you see if you can transfer the case to MI9, whether it is ability or efficiency, they are much stronger than us, and they will not delay your big event." ”

Joyce took a sip of tea and said calmly:

"Why, MI9 is pressuring you?"

"No, no......" the director hurriedly waved his hand in denial, and then explained:

"MI9 did come and look at the case file, but there was no mention of the idea of taking over the case."

"Then what are you anxious about?" Joyce asked rhetorically, "It's only the third day since Sunday, and you're backing down, is it appropriate?" ”

"I've never pushed, put pressure on you, right?"

The fat director took out a handkerchief from his jacket pocket, wiped his forehead, and complained:

"You didn't put pressure on me, but my office door was about to be broken!"

Joyce asked curiously, "Oh, how do you say that?" ”

"Whether it is a nobleman, a parliamentarian, a military officer, a businessman......" the director counted carefully: "All the gentlemen with the status of Byam have all sent people to the police station to urge them to solve the case as soon as possible, but we really don't have this ability!" ”

Joyce remembered what happened to him yesterday, and he could understand how this happened...... The assassination of a major and a baron at the same time is difficult not to evoke, and a sense of crisis comes naturally.

He thought about it for a moment and then continued, "I heard that Dean has issued a wanted warrant, and there is nothing to gain?" ”

"Nope." The director replied, secretly complaining in his heart, such a thing as a wanted warrant often appears when people can't be caught or don't want to bother to catch it, how can it be possible to gain in such a short period of time.

Joyce took a second sip of tea, and he felt that the matter had almost developed to this point, that his purpose had been achieved, and that it was time to put an end to it...... So he decided:

"Mr. Chief, don't be impatient, I'm still very satisfied with the efficiency of the Baiam Police Department."

"In this way, you go back first, let Dean not be afraid, rest assured and bold to investigate, and if you find suspicious elements, you will be arrested directly, and I will go and identify them personally."

"The deadline is tomorrow, and if the assassin is not caught, he will not be left to worry about this case."

The fat director nodded vigorously, and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Joyce:

"Needless to say, it's settled, you won't be unable to hold on for a day, right?"

The fat director shook his head again: "No, no." ”

"That's good." Joyce got up to see off the guests personally, and relieved as she went:

"Don't always think about pressure, if you guys at the Baiam Police Department solve the case satisfactorily, how will those who care about this matter perceive your competence......"

The fat director thought that this seemed to be the case, so he relaxed a lot, his expression was no longer depressed, and he said goodbye and left.

Back in the police office, he had Dean, the lucky fellow, called, and said solemnly:

"Baron Best has given a deadline, the assassin must be caught before tomorrow, Mr. Baron will personally identify it, if you can't catch it, you know the consequences, understand?"

"Understood, Director, I promise to complete the mission." Dean stood up and promised in a loud voice.

"Go ahead, hurry up and get to work."

…………

"Mr. Baron, your attitude was ...... just now"

After the police chief left, Sophia hesitated and said, "Something strange? ”

"What's strange?" Joyce asked rhetorically without looking back.

Miss Maid's tone was full of confusion: "You don't seem to care if you can catch the assassin, but instead suggest that the police chief close the case as soon as possible...... But the director was only nervous, and probably did not understand the deep meaning of your words. ”

Joyce smiled indifferently:

"It doesn't matter if he doesn't understand, as long as he gets the word on and Dean can understand."

Seeing that Mr. Baron did not refute his speculation, Sophia was even more puzzled:

"Why? Why did you let that assassin go? ”

"I never said I was going to let that assassin go!" Joyce denied it, muttering to himself that the assassin didn't exist.

"Don't understand?"

Sophia shook her head: "I don't understand." ”

Joyce picked up a piece of white paper, stretched out his index finger and shook it, then punctured the white paper, and then explained in detail:

"This piece of paper represents me, and my index finger represents the assassin."

"The white paper was pierced by the index finger, of course I could choose to cut it off with a knife, but what about after cutting it off? And the middle finger, and the thumb...... can be used to continue to puncture the paper. ”

"And what I want to do is to find out the owner of the index finger, otherwise, I may be safe for a while, but there is a greater probability that I will be assassinated again and again......"

"Assassins are just tools, and only those who use tools are my real enemies."

As soon as the words fell, Joyce felt an illusory shattering sound in his body, and the whole person fell into a wonderful state, as if a starry sky appeared in front of him, and countless bright and dark stars were moving in a regular direction.

There was no need to wait, his "assassin" potion was completely digested.

Sophia, on the side, was pondering the meaning of her words, and did not notice his anomaly:

"Are you luring the snake out of the hole?"

Joyce took a deep breath and said lightly:

"If the snake doesn't come out, how can I catch its seven inches!"

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PS: Street Diary: This week's recommendation is out of play again, the future of this book is bleak, woohoo lament......