"Yes, sir."

"So the suicide note he left behind is sure to be written by himself?" Windsor Bello asked.

"The handwriting has been identified by experts, and it is indeed written by Guman."

Windsor Bello nodded, "Understood, is there anything else to add?" ”

"It's strange that on the day the prosecutor committed suicide, the maid in his house also committed suicide. It was found by the hostess Martha in the closet, and according to Martha, there may have been someone else in their house at the time. Because she was locked in a room and confronted the corpse for most of the night, it made her mentally tormented. ”

"I know, if you find something, tell me again." Windsor Bello cut off communications.

It was only then that Nono got her little head out from behind the couch.

Windsor Bello jumped off the couch and walked to the second attic: "Let Mirren come and see me, hey, someone is trying to provoke a war between us and the old party." ”

Nono was startled and hurriedly went to contact the lieutenant at Windsor Belo.

Twenty minutes later, Mirren, who came to the apartment to report for duty, saw Windsor Bello, who had returned to his military uniform. Mirren saluted and said directly: "Regarding the suicide of Prosecutor Guman, I have already asked the Red Wolf for detailed information. ”

"What do you think?" Windsor Belo tucked himself into the couch and crossed his legs.

Mirren said in a deep voice: "On the way here, I have already deliberated. There are indeed many doubts about this matter, the first of which is the relationship between Kuman and the Holy Disarmament. With the power and wealth of a district attorney, I don't think it's enough to sustain an armed mob. If Guman is the middleman, then I am more convinced. ”

Windsor Bello nodded, "What about the second point?" ”

"Kuman didn't commit suicide, he was murdered." Mirren's eyes flashed with Zhiguang and said, "The prosecutor committed suicide with his maid, and the hostess Martha must have had other people in the house that night." It is clear that someone killed the maid and replaced her in order to get closer to Kuman. As for Guman's suicide note, yes, it was identified as being written by his own hand. But there were many means, or abilities, that allowed him to write this letter in his own hand. ”

"The most important point is that the suicide note itself is very suspicious. One of them, where did Guman get the marshal's information. The source of his information may have been the cause of his death. ”

Windsor Belo said happily: "It's about the same as I thought." I have to say, this guy is indeed beautifully arranged, Guman committed suicide, and the suicide note indicated that the Holy Disarmament was destroyed because of my relationship. Then the people at the head of Guman will surely hold a grudge against me, and the hatred will be directed to our side. This guy is trying to provoke a war between us and the old party. ”

"However, the means are too naïve." Windsor Belo shook his head and said, "No matter how you look at it, it looks like a newly debuted Lainiao did it, and with such a trick, there will be no movement on the old party's side." But I don't have the virtue of being provocative and not fighting back, Mirren, and you go and check Guman's source of information. Let the red wolf dig hard for me, and I'll see which mouse is playing this trick with me. ”

"Yes, my lord." Mirren got up and bowed.

Windsor Bello also jumped up from the couch: "Let's go together, I asked old Horn to meet." ”

"The patriarch of Bethcord?" Mirren raised an eyebrow: "Is it for your students?" ”

"Well, since you promised to be a teacher, you have to say something. Besides, the gift Horn prepared for me was really ...... Hehehehe, I'm so sorry, I lost my temper. ”

Seeing the smile that couldn't be hidden from the corner of Windsor Bello's mouth, Mirren shook his head. Horn must have done what he liked, and he was generous enough to make his own adults happy. Considering Windsor Bello's money-conscious personality, Mirren wanted Horn to give her a ton of gold directly. Those shiny metals can impress Windsor Belo more than just currency numbers.

At some point, this woman had dragon-like qualities.

Arthur's eyes were also illuminated by countless bright and fine pieces of light.

Of course, it was not gold that illuminated his eyes, but the light reflected by the winter snow all over the ground. He is seriously building a snowman, which was one of his favorite things to do as a child. Of course, Arthur's snowman will certainly not be that simple. Often, there would be other gadgets in it, something that would scare and anger his siblings.

And now, the snowman is just a snowman, and Arthur doesn't add anything to it. The mischief of the hour has now metamorphosed into something else.

"Young master, are you looking for me?"

A girl's voice rang out behind him, and Arthur thrust a branch into the snowman and clapped his hands to his feet. Turning to look at the millet-haired girl, Arthur smiled softly.

Nana shuddered at the sight of his smile. Not because of the cold, but because of Arthur's smile. Those who knew him well knew that the softer Arthur's smile became, the angrier he became.

She didn't know what was upsetting Arthur.

"Dear Nana, come here." Arthur beckoned, his voice soft.

Nana resisted the urge to turn around and run, rubbed the corners of her clothes with both hands, and walked over with her head down. Arthur reached out and gently swept her bangs, fingers sliding down her smooth cheeks: "Maybe I didn't say it clearly enough before, otherwise how would you let Guman leave such a stupid thing as a suicide note." In particular, there is also a mention of our esteemed Marshal Windsor Bello, hehe, this is not a suicide note. It's a war letter that provokes disputes between the old and new parties. ”

Arthur's fingertips were cold, giving Nana goosebumps. In particular, it falls to the neck socket and is not yet retracted. Instead, he picked up a belt and snapped the button of the inner lining, and a gust of cold wind immediately rolled down the neckline into the clothes, and Nana shivered even more.

"Didn't the young master say that it would be good for us for the old and new parties to fight?" Nana forced a smile: "So I thought, maybe I can make some fuss with Guman." ”

"Am I wrong about you?" Arthur's hand continued down, under his seemingly gentle finger. The sweater of the shirt, buttons, and cover seemed to be torn apart by an invisible pair of scissors, exposing Nana's smooth skin to the cold air little by little.

"You know what? Nana, you shouldn't have done that. The new party, the old party, is like a chess game, and unfortunately, this game is huge. It is so big that with our current strength, let alone meddling, it is very reluctant to stay on the edge of the chess game. But you see, you're trying to stick one hand straight into the heart of the game. The hand is stretched too long, and it is careful not to take it back. Arthur's smile became more and more gentle: "Look at the qiē you made at Guman's house, you actually left his wife Martha. Nana, you've always been too kind. And kindness is precisely the last thing people like us want. ”

The hand waved down vigorously, and with a bang, several pieces of clothing on Nana's body were torn apart. When the wind blows, most of the upper body is exposed to the cold air. She bit her lip and forced herself not to cover her clothes, letting the cold wind blow on the sensitive areas of her body.

"Young Master, I know it's wrong."

"It's good to know, I thought you were doing things to make people feel at ease, but now I have to give you the aftermath." Arthur shook his head and said, "Remember, this is my last chance for you." We don't need to be kind, but we need to know restraint. Can't restrain yourself, I think you can see it when you look at Khodor. ”

Until Arthur left, Nana was still standing in the snow. It wasn't until someone brought her an overcoat to cover her that she was sure that Arthur's punishment was over.

Two days later, Mirren found the corpse of a woman in a dilapidated house on Black Street.

After receiving the order, the red wolf quickly found out that the source of Guman's news came from the black street. After that, an intelligence dealer confessed one of his clients, and no matter how long-sighted, the people in the dark street did not want to offend a behemoth like the Sirius Legion. By the time the woman named "Styliana" was found, she had been transformed into a corpse.

The woman was suicidal, and the gun in her hand and the bullet casings on the ground illustrate it. Mirren certainly doesn't even need a ballistics test to confirm this. And it can be concluded that this is not the real Styliana. Because when the red wolf investigated the deceased, they found that the relevant information had been processed, and they could not find any clues.

The other party did a very clean job, and because it was too clean, Mirren must have died as a scapegoat.

He replied to Windsor Belo with only one sentence: "The rat has gone back down the drain." ”

"Got it, come back, leave the mouse alone for now. Oh, by the way, warn those guys in the black street, dare to sell information about me casually in the future, and let them do it themselves. ”

Ending the communication, Windsor Belo looked at the dresses sent by Nono in front of him in distress. Choosing one of them to attend Bethcord's banquet would be much more annoying to the marshal than the mouse.

In addition to Windsor Bello, there is also Alan.

At the moment he was in his own wing tower house in the castle of Ugal, and what had previously looked like a huge living space was now crowded. Especially after Tonisf squeezed in with his own image design team, Alan could only silently watch the sofa, long table, potted plants and other furnishings in the living room move to the corner. Then it is filled with all kinds of hangers, mirrors and tools for dimensional cutting.

Honestly, it's a joy to be able to see Tonisv again. But as he let the demon lieutenant hug and touch, and almost let his lipstick-covered lips touch his face, Alan felt the urge to reach out and touch the demon salute. Thankfully, Tonisf's enthusiasm for his work outweighed his perverted hobbies, and it saved his own life at the same time.

But in the next few days, Alan could be regarded as seeing the paranoia of the second lieutenant, and he could even struggle with the style and pattern of a bow tie for a long time. After two days in the Wing Tower, Eren felt more tired than he had been involved in a series of battles.

After three days in this different kind of busyness, Bescord's dinner finally took place as scheduled.