Chapter 482 The past is past. The mystery needs to be solved, and Satan is naturally the best solver.
With a hint of hope, Ye Feng stood up and walked towards Ning with a faint smile.
"Qianqian, do you know Earl Donald?"
Ning Qianqian raised her eyebrows slightly, her expression looking very surprised. "Why did you suddenly mention this person?"
This expression clearly told Ye Feng that Earl Donald was indeed a real person. Ye Feng was overjoyed and then briefly told the story of the assassination that happened downstairs of the charity foundation last night.
After hearing that Ye Feng actually founded a charity foundation, the beauties present had different expressions.
Zhou Xiaoman knew the details and looked pleased with his approval at this time; Mu Ningyan and Ning Qianqian, who were well-informed and had heard about it, were still as calm and gentle as worldly experts; Liao Xiaoxuan and Qi Lier were astonished.
, the imperfect big brother image in her mind suddenly became majestic; while Milan was the most complicated, with a face full of surprise and joy, and she was more happy than surprised, because she found another bright spot that could be written into the book.
"Good guy, you've been hiding such an important thing from me." Milan took out his notebook and hurriedly took notes. "Hurry up and tell me the details. Also, focus on your feelings. As a
Killer, why do you want to devote yourself to charity? Is it to wash away your sins and make up for the guilt in your heart?"
"Kill those who deserve to be killed and save those who deserve to be saved. It's that simple."
"Oh my god." Milan's eyes lit up when he heard this. "This reason is so cool."
After the interlude, the conversation returned to the main topic, and Ye Feng asked Ning Qianqian about Count Donald.
"The Donald family has long since ceased to exist." Ning Qianqian lowered her head and thought for a moment before continuing to add. "About the summer of seventeen years ago, a fire broke out in Lorenburg, the hereditary territory of the Donald family, killing nearly a hundred members of the entire family.
No one was spared. This was a sensational news at the time, and was reported by media outlets in various countries."
Seventeen years ago, Ye Feng was practicing asceticism with an old Taoist priest who was both his teacher and friend. He had no idea about the massacre of his family thousands of miles away. At this time, he learned that Earl Donald's body had long been gone, and Ye Feng was very sad.
I was surprised and became more and more confused.
"Then are there any other nobles in the world whose surname is also Donald?"
"No." Ning Qianqian shook her head with certainty. "Most of the nobles who have inherited it today are concentrated in the European continent. Their identities and family histories are public. Except for the Donald family of Lorenburg, there are no other nobles.
His last name is Donald."
"Why did you mention Count Donald?" Milan asked Ye Feng with interest. "Did he hire civet cats to kill you?"
Civet has an upright character, and Ye Feng trusts him very much. Since he mentioned Count Donald before his death, this matter must be inseparable from Count Donald.
Ye Feng's affirmative reply made everyone confused.
"Unfortunately, he was killed seventeen years ago. Why now..." Milan's eyes widened and he said word by word. "Could it be that someone pretended to be someone and deliberately used the name of Count Donald to cause trouble in the dark world."
"This is impossible." Ning Qianqian retorted without hesitation. "The Donald family is a long-established European aristocracy. These nobles are arrogant in their bones. How could they lose their dignity and join the dark world? To say that someone is targeting Earl Donald.
Carrying out political activities under the banner of the Communist Party of China is more or less the same."
"That's right." Mu Ningyan continued. "Since the beginning of the Industrial Revolution, European aristocratic families have gradually withdrawn from the stage of history, and most of the Donald family's territories have been deprived of it, leaving only Lorenberg, where they have lived for generations. Although the family is declining day by day,
But a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Relying on the numerous works of art collected by their ancestors, they changed their profession to deal in art works for a living, and their lives are still luxurious. Therefore, no matter from any point of view, they have no reason to wander into the dark world."
Milan frowned and asked doubtfully, "Why does this careerist call himself Earl Donald? Is it just a coincidence?"
"Maybe it's a coincidence." Ning Qianqian rocked her swivel chair, looking distracted and lazy. "Anyway, the information I saw is like this."
Although he still had doubts in his heart, seeing Satan's stance, Ye Feng could only smile and agree.
"It's a coincidence, it's impossible, it can't be a coincidence. Since he gave himself such a name, there must be another deep meaning behind it."
Novelists all like to explore the secrets behind events, and Milan has now entered this strange circle. Shaking the Parker pen in his hand, Milan walked back and forth a few times, then slapped his forehead suddenly, turned around and looked at Ye Feng and said.
"I'm thinking of someone, could it be him?"
"In the old days of lone killers, wasn't there a killer nicknamed the Count? Could he be Count Donald who wanted to dominate the dark world?"
"Earl." Suddenly hearing this name that he had not heard for a long time, Ye Feng was extremely surprised. "How do you know him?"
"I'm writing a novel about a killer." Milan shook the notebook in his hand proudly and said with a smile. "Writing is also a science. For people and things in unfamiliar fields, you have to prepare information in advance. I have studied the
In the killer ranking list, you have been at the top of the list for seven years, and this count was first ranked fourth. Later, when you killed the God of Death, who was ranked second, his ranking was moved forward one place."
"However." Milan sighed and continued. "It's just a list, and the other information that can be found is just a few words..."
Ye Feng laughed and said, "Don't talk about you anymore. Even I have never dealt with the earl. This person is extremely mysterious."
"No, why is he so strange?" Milan began her novelist thinking again. "Most of the top ten killers have challenged you. Why didn't the count alone challenge you? Could he be a killer?
He just kills people to make money and doesn’t care about his reputation at all.”
Ning Qianqian sneered at her best friend's idea, shook her head and said with a smile, "What's so strange about this? Everyone has their own way of living. Doesn't everyone have to fight the wind of hell to be considered a normal killer?"
"Why do you always like to contradict me?" Milan said fiercely, but he ran to Ning Qianqian's side with a smile on his face.
"Qianqian, how are the things I asked you to do? I've been waiting to treat you to some private dining."
"Again, I'm treating you to a private kitchen. You said there were hundreds of dishes, but I didn't even see any green vegetables."
Ning Qianqian unceremoniously exposed her best friend's background, then reached out and pinched Milan's face, giving her a vicious look.
"If I were like you, I wouldn't help you."
Two red fingerprints appeared on his face, but Milan didn't feel anything. Instead, he held Ning Qianqian's arm and laughed.
"I knew you would help me. Take it out quickly and treat you to cross-bridge rice noodles tomorrow."
"Crossing the bridge rice noodles." Ning Qianqian couldn't help but smile. "It seems that the private dishes will have to wait for your promise for the 101st time."
"Next time I will treat you to private kitchen dishes, as well as Huaiyang cuisine, Hunan cuisine, Sichuan cuisine, and Cantonese cuisine. I will treat you to all of them." Milan vowed to make his promise and kept shaking Ning Qianqian's arm. "Hurry up.
, take it out quickly, I’m eager to use it.”
"It's all stored here." Ning Qianqian stretched out her little hand, nodded her head, and said with a smile. "I won't be fooled by you this time. I'll tell you a piece of news once I treat you."
"Shengun, how could you do this?" Milan shook off Ning Qianqian's arm and said angrily with a little pout. "This is simply blackmail."
"That's what I have to do to you." Ning Qianqian blinked. "Well, for the sake of old friends, I will give you a message for free. As for the rest, it depends on your future performance.
.”
"That's not bad. I'm finally worthy of treating you to food every day..." Milan let it slip. Seeing the snicker on his best friend's face, he quickly closed his mouth, then walked around as if nothing had happened, and then said with a smile on his face.
"As for this free information, please tell me about the count first."
Hearing this, Ye Feng suddenly realized that what Milan Toning Qianqian was doing was to collect relevant information about the lone killer.
Everything is to find materials for the characters in the novel. It seems that writing a novel is not an easy task.
In the past era of lone killers, the count was the most mysterious killer. Ye Feng was naturally very interested in learning about him now.
"He is dead. He died in a fire five years ago."
The news that the earl was dead was no less than a bolt from the blue. Ye Feng was so shocked that he almost jumped up from his seat.
"No, why have I never heard of it?"
"Have you heard any news from the earl in the past five years?" Ning asked with a slight smile.
"No." Ye Feng shook his head and replied. "He seems to have disappeared. There has never been any news about him in the dark world."
"That's because he died five years ago."
Ning Qianqian looked calm, but Milan seemed to have discovered a new world and was determined not to give up until he saw the Yellow River.
"Why doesn't the entire dark world know about the count's death, but you know about it?"
"Because I am Satan."
As soon as these words came out, everyone was immediately silenced.
"Okay, okay. You are a magic stick, and whatever you say will be whatever you say." Milan sighed helplessly. "Then tell us why the count died in the fire."
Ning Qianqian slowly raised two fingers and shook them at Milan.
That expression and action are self-evident.
The first message was given for free, but now the second message will start to be charged.
"Stingy guy." Milan rolled his eyes at Ning Qianqian angrily and muttered, "I'll treat you to dinner tonight, that's all."
"It's a deal."
A smile bloomed, and Ning Qianqian lowered her palm.
"In the autumn of five years ago, a senior general of England's MI5 rebelled and secretly fled to Gangtok, the capital of Sikkim. Due to various reasons, MI5 was inconvenient to do it themselves, but they could not let the traitor run free, so they sent
People secretly contacted the earl, hoping that the earl could help them eliminate the traitors. Faced with a huge reward, the earl agreed to cooperate with MI5, and then went to Gangtok to assassinate the traitorous general. However, after he succeeded in the assassination, an explosion suddenly occurred in the traitorous general's home, and then
A raging fire broke out, and contact with the earl was lost. After that, MI5 secretly sent people to Gangtok to investigate. They found two charred corpses in the morgue. After careful comparison, they confirmed
It's the count and the traitorous general."
"How could there be a sudden explosion? Could it be that the rebellious general detonated a pre-planted bomb before he died?"
Faced with Milan's questioning, Ning Qianqian shook her head.
"As for the specific cause of the explosion, MI5 has not given an explanation. For them, eradicating the traitors is the end of the matter."
"How could they do this? They are an intelligence department. How can it end without investigating the truth?" Milan muttered softly.
“There’s no need to get to the bottom of many things, because life always moves on.”
Ning Qianqian's indifference made everyone admire her.
The past is gone, cherishing the present is the most important thing.