If you put aside the experiences and moods of the several parties involved, last night's competition banquet was undoubtedly very successful: it was large in scale, well-received, distinguished guests, warm atmosphere, the final celebration fireworks were dreamlike, and the guests who visited Kongming Palace

Most of them were satisfied and happy.

In addition, as the heir to the kingdom, Duke Thales's long-distance visit proved the heritage and foundation of the Emerald City and even the entire South Coast in the kingdom, making Duke Zhan and the Kevin Deere family look good.

As for Miss Healey's dress-up and grand finale, she was even more brilliant, stunning everyone, and received a fierce response. Participants from all over the world praised and talked about it, creating a fashion trend that is both mysterious and natural.

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From the moment Duke Zhan announced the start of the celebration at zero o'clock, the entire Emerald City entered a carnival rhythm:

Taverns and hotels were so full that the bosses had to add seats outside the door, move out the food and wine that had been reserved three months in advance, and launch seemingly preferential promotions and seemingly exclusive packages; minstrels took to the streets,

Waving your hands and picking up a tune in a crowded place can summon a chorus of various accents, forcing more people to join in to cover up the out-of-tune howls; no matter how poor the skills and professionalism are on the street

As a busker, as long as you have a loud enough voice, sing and dance, have a serious attitude and greet people with a smile, you can earn a round of applause and a few comfort coins no matter what you do;

Market vendors have set up new stalls focusing on festive and congratulatory goods, taking advantage of the atmosphere to boost their business. Overflowing bowls are no longer a dream; the patrols of vigilance officers in the dock area have increased significantly to deal with drunken strangers causing trouble and fighting.

This is putting it mildly, because most of the time it is the locals who drink; the theater and circus owners in the Goddess District worked hard and set up the stage at the crossroads, just a stone's throw away from their competitors; twenty-four hours are different.

Batches of actors took turns competing to perform, performing the most important show of the year in the cruelest but most dreamy way. The people standing around and the frequency of their colorful voices were the most primitive and intuitive evaluations.

It is the reward that playwrights and actors desire most in their lives;

Children rarely break away from the shackles of their families and rush into the streets in groups to play and play, begging for a little food here and a piece of jewelry there. As long as it is not too excessive, the bosses and stall owners will pretend not to see them, and they will even chase them.

The horses of cuckolds follow the police officers out. In special times, the helpless civil servants can only laugh it off; couples, lovers, and family members hold hands and go out to play in a festive, exciting, elegant or dignified way.

The various programs along the way will keep them from getting home at twelve o'clock in the evening...

At night, even the poorest families want to light up the brightest lights, and smile and tell their families who are out for fun to come back later in order to wish for a bright future and great prospects; the rich families even light up endless fireworks.

At the cost of disturbing people's sleep, the streets and urban areas are brightly illuminated, decorated with festive decorations, and showing off wealth; the fire brigade in the police station has to run back and forth behind the cuckolds' hooves, while yelling at these guys who set off fireworks in prohibited areas,

While secretly rejoicing, the rewards for police dispatch and overtime work during the celebration were five to ten times higher than usual...

"Stop talking," Waiya poked a worried look at Nixi, who had just come back from outside and was talking happily, spitting like stars, "Can't you see?"

In front of them, Thales put his hands on the window sill and stared at the lively and noisy Emerald City, his face so gloomy that he seemed to be dripping with water.

"Oh, yes, Your Highness seems not too happy?" Nixi lowered her voice and reacted.

"It looks like yes. Why do you say 'again'?"

"Well, you are quite satisfied with that lady at first sight," D.D said, holding a bag of meat floss cakes bought from the market, coming in from the door and handing out one to each person he saw, "So the other way around

I'm worried about how to make up for the troubles I've caused these days and restore the relationship with my brother-in-law?"

"Nonsense, is His Highness that kind of person?" Huaiya swallowed and took the cake.

"of course not."

D.D was right in his words, and then his expression changed:

"But their family is really rich. Look at the banquet last night. The food was luxurious..."

At this moment, Mallos opened the door, and following him in were Glover and Miranda, as well as Caquelet and other security officers who served as Thales' guide and travel security.

Huaiya quickly stood up straight and threw the cake he took a bite back into Doyle's bag. D.D threw the bag to Nixi, while Nixi hurriedly found a place to hide the bag. Unfortunately, Mallos still saw it.

Thales turned back from the window sill with a serious expression.

"Mira, zombie, I'm sorry to trouble you to make this trip."

Glover nodded and was about to speak.

"Not at all, Your Highness," Miranda took off her dress and changed back to her daily attire, looking radiant, "It's better than a banquet."

The zombie frowned:

"I'm right."

Thales turned to the guest:

"Officer Kaguire, thank you for taking them to prison."

Officer Kaguire smiled happily: "During the Emerald Celebration, my duty is to provide convenience for His Highness, but if you need it, you can do whatever you want."

Thales nodded and looked at Miranda and Glover.

"How about it?"

"Slit his wrists," Miranda concluded. "Last night, before and after the celebration fireworks, Dagory Moss sat in the corner of the cell, blood flowing down the wall into the sewer, so no one noticed. etc.

When the jailer and the inmates found out, he was already cold."

Thales frowned:

"Suicide?"

Glover snorted coldly:

"That's what the prison guards think."

Caguire quickly added:

"By the way, sharpened pieces of wood were found in Moss's arms. They were probably broken off from the handles of the utensils. They were also stained with blood. This is evidence that he cut his wrists."

Thales was silent for a while.

"Is it evidence?"

The prince said solemnly: "Or is it the wrong guidance left by others?"

These words made everyone feel depressed.

When the Kaguire security officer heard this, he couldn't help but said:

"By the way, the jailers said that Moss has been very depressed these days. He knows what he has committed, and he also knows that if he is caught, there will be no good consequences. Rather than suffer the consequences alive and bring harm to his family, it would be better..."

Thales' expression did not change:

"That's it? Suicide out of fear of crime?"

Glover snorted coldly:

"No, those jailers are lying."

Kaguire's expression changed.

"The scene looks like a suicide, but there are many doubts."

Miranda stepped forward, stretched out her wrist, and showed Thales: "There are two arteries in the human wrist, one shallow and one deep, on both sides of the big and small thumbs. Most people commit suicide by cutting their wrists, so they can only cut them off.

The superficial branch on the thumb side bleeds slowly, but it can be saved if found in time."

"But the wound on Moss's hand was so deep that he could see the bone, and even scratched the deep artery, causing massive bleeding in a short period of time. It was both low-key and effective."

Miranda tapped her wrist:

"Don't say that he only had sharp pieces of wood in his arms, even if he used a metal blade..."

Having said this, she glanced at Mallos, making the latter confused again.

"This requires skillful and powerful techniques, and even more ruthless courage."

Glover's eyes were sharp: "But the wine merchant has neither."

Thales' expression was serious, and he exchanged glances with Mallos:

"Is it."

Hearing this, Officer Kaguire was a little embarrassed. He hesitated again and again, but finally took a deep breath and chose to speak.

"Actually, I was in prison just now and it's hard for me to say too much in front of my colleagues... But in this case, Your Highness, yes, Ms. Allende is right."

Thales' eyes moved:

"Vigilance Officer Kaguire?"

"Before I was transferred to the Police Department, I also worked in a prison and saw a lot of that kind of situation," Caguire sighed. "Some prisoners died unexpectedly while being guarded. In order to shirk responsibility and keep their jobs, many prison guards will unify

Caliber, insisting that it was suicide, I think that the wine merchant's death was most likely a homicide, disguised as suicide."

Thales' eyes moved: "In your opinion, who did it?"

Caguire hesitated for a moment:

"When Moss died, the prisoners present were all habitual petty theft offenders. They were sent to prison every few months, and within a few days of Moss's imprisonment, they came in again. It was a perfect coincidence.

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"You mean they did it? Why?"

Kaguire coughed:

"According to colleagues at the Police Department who investigated the Moss case, the wine merchant ruined the lives of many people, most of whom were workers who were owed wages, farmers who were owed money, and partners who lost all their money...

But when Moss arrived in the Emerald City, he was well-dressed and well-fed, and he was surrounded by people, but he was not willing to give them a single copper."

Thales' eyes were a little lost:

"Yes, he does owe a lot of people."
To be continued...