Chapter 227: The dormant darkness reveals its clues
To win over people's hearts and accumulate power before the election day, Urugus's motives are reasonable, but why does he choose to focus on Will?
Is it because of the Berkeley family relationship...
Victor's face was sullen, and his cold eyes moved away from Will's back, whose back was already wet.
Henry's fingers kept tapping on the table.
He asked: "If Dirio Konova also supports the Progressive Party, then his death is likely to be related to these cases. I remember that he went to the Incense Mansion to cause trouble not long ago. Mr. Will
, did you still have contact with him after that?"
"Absolutely not!" What Henry didn't expect was that it was Victor who answered the question.
"On this point, I can guarantee that Dilio's death has nothing to do with Will."
His attitude was resolute, almost blocking Henry's words. If he wanted to doubt Will, he would probably have to fall out with Victor.
The golden tarot card is still in Victor's possession. Once Will is involved in Dilio's death case, he himself may also be exposed.
Victor won't let this happen.
In the end, Henry did not continue to ask. He put down his hands and called Victor out of the room and told him about another thing.
"Several of the Progressives who died this time had attended a small gathering before the incident, and Arushi Buempes was also present."
Victor was slightly surprised, but when he thought that Arushi was also a Progressive Party member, he didn't find it strange anymore.
"Hmm... Facing the deaths of his companions one after another, what is that situation like?"
"Since you were attacked last time, I have taken the time to check on this person. Now because of these cases, the bureau has arranged agents to protect him. Arushi has been frightened in the past two days and is hiding in
I dare not show my face in the house."
Henry said, looking through the window at Will inside, who covered his head with regret.
"I always feel that there is a dormant darkness gradually emerging from hell, greedily devouring everything. We all have to be careful recently..."
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In the silent 221 Baker Street, De Gaulle sat on the old leather sofa in his office, staring at the messy desktop in front of him in trance.
Now that Will has been taken away by the police, there is no way for the client to give feedback, and the case is at a standstill. He is a little at a loss what to do.
"We have to think of ways to obtain information."
Looking up at the mottled ceiling, de Gaulle murmured to himself.
"So...the relic left by Mr. Bilbo Konova to Mr. Dilio...what exactly is in it?"
This is the most important thing. If de Gaulle does not know what the thing is, it is difficult to judge whether it is in Will's hands.
Since Will wanted to steal that thing, he must have a purpose. The lady and Dilio's murderer were also looking for something, and they also had their own purposes.
The answer is in that thing!
Thinking of this, De Gaulle immediately changed his clothes and went out.
He went to a corner of the Gilded Avenue and saw three children playing with glass beads.
"Little Raman, come here and let's talk about things." He called to one of the dark-skinned children.
However, the other party did not agree. Looking at the sad look on his face, he probably lost a lot.
"How many have you lost?"
"Three! I have to win them all back!"
"How about I give you money to go to the grocery store and buy ten more?"
"No! I want to win! Damn it!"
Little boys with aroused competitive spirit are the most difficult to deal with.
De Gaulle was a little helpless. After waiting for a few minutes, he couldn't stand it anymore. He walked to the child and knelt down and asked him to play with it.
Then, de Gaulle picked up the beads and flicked them out without even aiming.
It was as if the bead's rebound angle had been calculated, and all four beads of the two children on the opposite side bounced away with just one blow.
"Oh my God! How did you do that?"
"Sit down and do the basic operations. I don't have time to continue playing with you. Just this time, come here and I will arrange work for you!"
Afterwards, de Gaulle called the child aside and asked him to contact his friends from the Youth Detective Corps to gather information.
"The name is Bilbo Konova. Well, he died some time ago, but he used to live in Renekton. You can start from Charter Street and ask the residents and the coachmen who work nearby.
There are laborers.”
"What are you asking about?" The child blinked his big eyes.
"Everything I can ask, I want to know what kind of person he is..."
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The interrogation within the Inspectorate finally came to an end, and Will was confirmed as the prime suspect and sent to prison to await trial.
He kept begging Victor to save him, but the latter was in a very bad mood and had no time to pay attention to him.
The news of his imprisonment was soon known to the two men in the mansion, and they waited anxiously at home.
When Victor arrived outside the house, Mr. Conan stopped him and kept asking.
"Victor...can Mr. Will come back? Have you visited him?"
Victor nodded helplessly twice, but in order to appease people's hearts, he still assured the other party: "Our master is innocent. He will be released sooner or later. You don't have to worry."
As soon as she said this, Ms. Permis appeared in front of the mansion's door, looking worriedly.
Victor smiled at her: "Don't worry, my husband will be fine. Oh, by the way... He told me that I will pay everyone's salary in the past few weeks."
With this assurance, the tension in Pemis's eyes relaxed slightly.
Her income is low, so it is not easy to find this job. Now that her "master" is in jail and facing the risk of unemployment at any time, how can she not be nervous.
After appeasing the two of them, Victor thought about the problem of the brewery again, which gave him a headache again.
Will has always been in charge of that place, and Victor can only be regarded as a shareholder who shares equal dividends. He doesn't even know the two employees in the brewery.
To keep the workshop running, I'm afraid I have to ask Dr. Depp for help, and Victor himself doesn't have time to take care of that.
Just when Victor was thinking about countermeasures, he suddenly sensed a mysterious connection with the Taoist temple.
Someone was lighting incense and calling him!
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"Why do you always pray to me when I am anxious? I finally understand why those gods cannot take care of all believers."
In the Taoist temple in Misu, Victor sat on the futon and kept complaining.
Among the spiritual tablets on the table, Abigail's tablet shimmered with light, which meant that she was calling Mr. Yi.
Soon, this beautiful and exquisitely dressed lady entered the Taoist temple. Her expression was still as worried, but compared to when she was in prison before, she lacked a sense of hopeless powerlessness.
Now Abigail is relieved, but then, only emptiness fills her heart.
"I want to express my gratitude to you, Mr. Yi..."
Victor sat firmly on the central futon, feeling helpless inside.
He did not speak. Abigail thought that Mr. Yi was seeking reward, so she continued: "After experiencing all this, I understand that you are the supreme existence that truly cares for us. I am willing to be the disseminator of your faith.