The line of sight comes from behind.

It's really like a man's back.

Arthur silently hugged Pendragon as if he were playing high, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Elon was staring at him faintly.

There was a hint of hatred in his eyes.

Obviously, the other party is far less 'resigned' than others seem.

Oh, yes!

How could someone like Elon accept his fate?

If you accept your fate, it is impossible for the other party to plan to kill.

If he accepted his fate, it would be impossible for the other party to make a move to the innocent coachman.

When the moment he made a move, the only conscience in the other party's heart also disappeared.

The rest?

It is in the name of 'revenge', but in fact, it is the pleasure of dominating the life and death of others.

And, of course, there's a hint of the pleasure of teasing others.

After the two pleasures are superimposed, making Elon pretentious and making him think that he is superior, what will such a person do in the face of uncovering his own tricks?

Naturally, it is fast after killing!

Even, there is a high probability that he will be broken into thousands of pieces!

What's more, it's really possible for the other side to do it.

Don't forget the other person's specialty: fake checks!

And in South County, the largest check business was originally the old lion of Neiwan, and as time went by, many nobles from all over the country also joined.

Although gold is used as an anchor, there are many cats in it that are terrifying.

Especially as the old lion gets older and older, many nobles are secretly cautious.

Now there is a guy who is skilled in checking fraud, and many people will be tempted - maybe they will not use it to attack the old lion's property, but there will definitely be a 'can be without, but must have' mentality in their hearts.

Even, the Countess of Nanlos would have thought this way.

So, in a way, Elon is a sweet tooth.

And being targeted by such a guy will really be difficult to sleep, Arthur doesn't want to be the next Jenkin.

'Alas! ’

Arthur silently sighed at the horror of the human heart.

He watched as Dick directed the patrols to begin carrying the bodies, with Andy leading the way—the patrolman knew Maltz valued him, but the more he did, the more he needed to behave.

At the very least, the other patrolmen should be left speechless.

The stewards and servants avoided it.

"You can go out and wait a little longer."

Arthur said to the butler and the servants.

"Thank you for your kindness."

The stewards and servants went out as if they had been pardoned

Immediately, Arthur, Maltz, and Elon were left in the hall.

Elon sat there with his head down, as if he had really resigned himself to his fate.

Maltz said with a smile.

"I'm afraid you'll need to hire special 'cleaners'!

Need my referral? ”

Corpses are associated with death, and most of the time, ordinary people are quite jealous, but there is one exception - the coffin shop!

Most of the apprentices in the coffin shop work part-time as these 'cleaners'!

Because of its professional characteristics, the Shire District Police Department has quite in-depth cooperation with several coffin shops.

Definitely not because of the filial piety of these coffin shops, but because of the good craftsmanship of these coffin shops.

"Of course!"

"You're a professional!"

Arthur said as he raised his right hand, gave a thumbs up, and gently swiped it across his neck.

Maltz instantly understood what Arthur meant, and the sheriff's eyes were surprised, but he didn't ask, but continued to smile.

"Leave it to me"

With that, he picked up Elon and walked to the carriage.

The carriage moved slowly with the patrolman's whip, but Arthur paid no more attention to the carriage.

Not only did he believe Maltz, but also because Scott came.

"My friend, I'm really curious about the source of your information - they keep an eye on the door of the police station, won't they be beaten by the patrol officers?"

Arthur sighed half-truthfully.

If a reporter wants to know the news in advance, in addition to enough and reliable informants, he needs a clever stalker - just like the white bird neighborhood at the moment, the people who live here can be called rich, and this kind of person will not notify the reporter for a little payment.

Therefore, you can only judge where the news is by keeping an eye on the police station.

However, you have to find smart people, otherwise you will break your legs.

As for Scott being able to do this?

Arthur wasn't surprised.

Because, Scott knows Wiggins.

Wiggins, there are a lot of clever stalkers.

"I need to thank Wiggins, the person he recommends, the ability is really amazing!

However, the most amazing thing is you, Arthur!

Can you tell me what's going on? ”

Scott asked impatiently.

"This is an Avenger story."

Arthur sighed and began to make up the story.

said that it was made up, but in fact, there was no change, the fact is still the same fact, but Ai Zheng was reshaped - tenacity is necessary, conscience is naturally necessary, inner torment is even more necessary, for revenge, Ai Long gave up too much.

Until......

Even his own life was given up.

However, the last sentence Arthur did not say directly.

It's not that he has reservations.

Rather, it's not yet time.

Listening to Arthur's stories borrowed from many characters, Scott's heart was surging, and while he became more and more resentful of Jenkin and his wife, he also admired Elon more and more.

It's more of a pity.

"If he could choose the other way......"

"No!"

"He should have tried other ways, but this method aroused Jenkin's alarm, and he had to choose the most helpless way."

Arthur emphasized, and meant something.

Jenkin is dead.

Elon is also dead.

The dead are dead, so naturally they should still take advantage of it.

After all, the old lion's former financial advisor, the checking expert, seemed interested in him — and he swore he had no ill will.

He's a little 'medium', just asking for peace of mind, what's wrong?

"Arthur, you mean?"

The young journalist took the bait.

"Something...... What a coincidence. ”

Arthur shook his head as he spoke, not saying anything more.

By this time, the carriage in which Maltz and Elon were riding had already driven up the tree-lined path.

Looking at the young apprentice painter in front of him, Maltz was expressionless, maintaining the posture of an escort, but the next moment, Maltz pounced on the apprentice painter.

When the other party didn't react at all, the medicine handkerchief that had been prepared long ago in his hand was directly pasted on the other party's face, and he held his mouth and nose down.

In just a dozen seconds, the apprentice painter was completely unconscious.

After putting away the medicine handkerchief, Maltz took out a small wine jug from his jacket pocket, carefully pinched the other party's nose, and slowly poured the tapioca extract in the wine jug into the other party's mouth.

The apprentice painter who pinched his nose kept swallowing with his mouth, and all the tapioca extract was swallowed.

Maltz stared at the other party, and after confirming that the other party was not breathing or heartbeat, the sheriff was not in a hurry, and he pulled out one of the other party's teeth.

Then, after waiting for a few more minutes and confirming the death of the other party again, the sheriff shouted—

"Elon? Elon? ”

"Elon, what's wrong with you?"

(End of chapter)