Guman took out paper and pen, and in this day and age, paper letters are already a very old means of communication. But there's no denying that sometimes it's more secure than email. Even if it is an encrypted email, some people can always intercept it and crack it. As far as Kuman knew, there were at least three or four intelligence agencies in Babylon that could do this lightly, and they were monitoring the electronic information throughout Babylon day and night, and sifting through it what they needed.

Guman didn't want his letters to appear on the screens of those people's minds, and he spread out the paper, just as he was about to write the first word. Suddenly there was a scream outside, and the voice was like that of his wife Martha! Guman frowned, and was about to help the case up, but suddenly realized that he couldn't move. He was amazed, and then saw his hand raised, and began to write a few words on the paper: Suicide note!

His pupils dilated, his heart accelerated, and he could almost hear the sound of blood rushing through his body. He wanted to scream, oh my god, this is not what he was going to write! What's going on here?

From time to time, Kuman's shadow on the ground swept over a line of light, like an electronic circuit.

Martha sat down on the floor, looking at the corpse that had slipped from the closet to the ground. The corpse was stripped naked, but there was no doubt that it was the maid Willy! Martha couldn't imagine what was going on in her home, and Vi grabbed her throat with her hand, apparently strangled herself. But God, how can there be such a terrible way to die in this world?

"Guman!" Martha called out her husband's name, and she retreated to the door. He reached for the door, but it didn't move. She patted hard and exclaimed, "Who is it?" Hurry up and open the door. ”

Outside the door, the young maid who had handed Guman a bathrobe found a candy out of nowhere, threw it into her mouth and chewed it. While chewing, the millet-haired girl said softly, "For your own good, madam, stay in the room honestly." ”

Ignoring the cries coming from the room, the maid walked back to Guman's study: "It should be about the same." ”

She pulled up her sleeve, and on the girl's left arm, a dark purple carving was emitting the fluorescent light of the source power. It was a demon with teeth and claws, but the demon had no texture, and its body and other parts were all dark shadows, except for two eyes that glowed crimson. Shadow Demon, that's the name of the engraving. As its name suggests, its ability is to control the shadows.

Pushing open the study, Guman was struggling to write. But his condition was so strange that the prosecutor looked up and looked at the young maid in horror. But his hand never stopped, and in an instant, a full page of suicide note had been written. At this time, Gu Man finally saw the carving on the girl's arm that was emitting purple fluorescent light, and immediately realized and shouted, "It's you? You made me do that? I order you to stop now! ”

"I'm sorry, you're not my boss." The girl chewed on the candy and snapped her fingers.

Guman saw himself put down his pen and reached for the drawer. Opening the drawer, he watched as he pulled a revolver/gun out of the drawer, and then pressed the muzzle down against his chin.

"No, no, no, I don't want to die. I'll give you as much money as you want, please stop! Stop! ”

The maid shrugged her shoulders, spread her hands and made a helpless expression, and left the study. Not long after she walked out of the study, a gunshot rang out in Guman's study!

Rumble.

The engine of the traffic spaceship spewed out blue flames, and the hull of the ship shook slightly, and it began to float into the air. Because of this shock, Allen's attention returned to reality from his thoughts. He had spent the night last night in the attic of Father Miró's chapel, and Miró swore that it was where his father had lived. But in that attic, Alan couldn't find the slightest feeling.

Except that it was narrow enough to remind him of the old tin house room in the Gobi town.

Alan thought that with Father Guò Miró, he could figure out what kind of man his father Archimedes was. Now, the problem has become more complicated. If, as the priest said, the father left his mother and son to protect them. How should Lannie's last words be accomplished? Could he still have the heart to put the dagger into the man's chest?

It's just that Alan can't be sure if the man is really what Father Miró said.

Probably only Archimedes can be found on this point...... No, you may not be able to figure it out even if you meet in person.

Alan shook his head helplessly, this matter about his father was far more complicated than anything he had encountered before. No matter what, he always wanted to find Archimedes, and he wanted to hear the man say for himself why he had left his mother alone.

After more than five hours of sailing, the ship finally arrived at Babylon's Liberty Harbor at around three o'clock in the afternoon. The housekeeper Hei Xin received the news early in the morning and had sent a flying car to wait for him at the port. The flying car sent Alan directly back to the ancient castle of Ugal, and as soon as he got off the flying car, Alan saw the butler of Hesing. He asked the butler how to handle the formalities for Father Miró's move to Babylon, and Helsing accompanied him as he walked, saying, "Master, these are all trivial matters. I'll have someone do it for you, and now you have two big things to deal with. ”

"Big deal?" Alan looked at Helsing in bewilderment.

"The first thing, after Marshal Windsor Belo came back the day before yesterday, he had already sent news through the media, and you had passed the final assessment and became her only personal student; The second thing is that the family elders have officially accepted you into the family heir sequence. The old butler smiled gently, "I have to congratulate the young master, you have officially entered this family, as well as the inner circle of Babylon. Of course, this is just the beginning. But before you move on, the lord means that he plans to give you a banquet in three days. ”

"Still having a banquet?" Alan felt that this action was a bit too big, especially since this banquet was held for him.

"It's necessary, whether you're one of the heirs to Bethcord or a student of Marshal Windsor Bello, you need an opportunity to make a public announcement. And take this opportunity to introduce more people to you. In short, the time for the banquet has been set. As the protagonist of the banquet, the lord hopes that you will attend this banquet in the most perfect image. Helsing smiled and said, "So for these three days, please don't go anywhere, just stay in the castle." I will arrange a few masters to design the packaging for you. Oh, there's an acquaintance of yours in there. ”

"Who?"

"Second Lieutenant Tonisf, he is an image adviser to the military, he is a master in this regard." Heating Road.

Alan shuddered.

When I returned to my residence, I turned on the TV, and there was a piece of news playing. The protagonist of the news is Alan himself, but it is Windsor Bello who announces the results of the final assessment to the public. In addition to Allen, there are other people who are also watching this news. This includes Weber.

Webb locked himself in his room.

The door was closed and the curtains were drawn. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of pants, and was sitting on the edge of his bed watching the news on TV. The beautiful figure of Windsor Belo flashed in the news, and Webb suddenly gasped, grabbed a pillow from the bed in a rage, and then tore it with great force, causing the fluff in the pillow to fly all over the ground.

"Windsor Bello!" Webb repeated the name, it was all this woman, who had caused a bright future, but now he was falling all the way down in the ranking of the heirs of the family. The family had high hopes for him and allocated a lot of resources to his name, which made Webb think that he was about to reach the core of the family's power.

If it weren't for the mess up in the assessment, at this moment, he should have been busy entertaining congratulations from people from all walks of life. Now it was a different situation, and he had let the family down. The family's investment does not get a little return on him, and the most direct consequence is that it is difficult to be reused in the future.

After all, in a big family, Weber is not the best person.

There was a soft thud on the bed, and a purple-haired woman came out of the bed. She struggled to get out of bed, and Webb's conquest on her today was so fierce that she couldn't stand it. Webb turned his head at the sound, his eyes reddened, and threw himself back on the bed with a low roar.

If it were at another time, the woman might be happy. But now, Webb's appearance scared her. She tried to get out of bed, but Webber had already caught her, and a new battle began. Listening to the woman crying and begging for mercy under him, Weber's anger was vented at all. If you look closely, this woman is a little similar to Windsor Bello.

Windsor Bello sneezed heavily on the couch in her apartment, her brow furrowed, her golden eyes flashing with murder: "Someone must have had bad thoughts about me!" ”

"Miss, the red wolf is online." The maid Nono reminded.

"Oh." Windsor Belo trimmed his nails and said nonchalantly: "Just now you said that the surface prosecutor of a borough committed suicide by swallowing a gun at home?" ”

"Yes, sir."

"What does it matter to me to die an inspector? Do you bother me for such a trivial matter, Miss Ben's time is precious! Windsor Belo rebuked loudly.

Nuno lowered his head, and secretly said in his heart that your time is spent drinking and cutting your nails, where is the precious?

In the communication channel, the intelligence officer who was reporting to Windsor Belo said awkwardly, "I'm sorry, my lord. Because in the deceased's suicide note, there is a mention of your assessment and holy disarmament. I think maybe I will learn that it will be with you, and in that case, my subordinates will not bother......"

Windsor Belo jumped up: "Wait, what kind of assessment are you talking about?" And the Holy Disarmament, is it the armed thugs of the Third District? ”

"Yes, my lord, according to the Guman Inspector himself. The Holy Disarmament Department was an illegal armed force that he had cultivated with all his might, and he thought he would be able to make a difference. Unexpectedly, you were selected as a test object to assess the ability of students, so that the whole army was wiped out. He was so disheartened that he committed suicide......"

Windsor Bello's purple hair suddenly floated, and Nono hurriedly supported his head and lowered his body, almost getting under the sofa. Slightly restrained his murderous aura, Windsor Belo laughed: "You said before that this Guman is a member of the old party?" ”