Henry is not omniscient and omnipotent, and he did not give the answer Victor wanted.
For the rest of the night, Victor was always on tenterhooks. He didn't even go home. He lay in the lounge of the Police Bureau and stared at the ceiling until dawn. During this period, he repeatedly made fortune-telling predictions for himself.
It's all about lingering.
Uncertain future……
After dawn, Victor left the surveillance bureau without stopping and stood guard outside the anti-suppression department before eight o'clock in the morning, which was their normal working time.
As the bell rang, Miss Charlotte got off the rail car across the road. She was wearing a yellow dress today. The white lace pattern around her neck looked very beautiful against her fair skin.
Victor glanced at the little cocked hat on her head and asked immediately before the other party spoke: "Will Mr. Minister come today?"
Charti was immediately startled when Victor blocked her way. She hadn't chatted with Victor for a long time, and she seemed a little elated.
"He should arrive in the afternoon, um...if nothing else happens...wait, what's wrong with your face? You feel so haggard."
She was right. Victor didn't sleep all night. Not only was his hair messy, but his eyes also had heavy dark circles.
But even though he knew that William was not at the Anti-Suppression Department in the morning, he still couldn't sleep because the haze of death still lingered around him.
So, he left and went to the training room, put on light clothes and played with a sandbag, hoping to relieve his fatigue.
The internal staff saw someone boxing early in the morning, and many people thought Victor might be crazy.
But when two hours passed and these people went to the training room to relax, they suddenly discovered that Victor had fallen asleep holding the sandbag...
Victor couldn't remember when he fell asleep. He only knew that the voice that woke him up was a gentle female voice.
Miss Charlotte used her small fan to gently fan Victor's face.
Victor couldn't help but tremble all over, and he suddenly stood up, but his head accidentally hit an extremely soft part.
He panicked, and the next moment he was pushed away by Miss Sharti. Her face was flushed and she looked at him with a pair of shy and angry eyes.
"Sorry...did I fall asleep?" Victor was extremely embarrassed, and he could still smell a faint fragrance on his nose.
Miss Sharti straightened her collar, coughed a few times and said, "Mr. Minister is here, you can go see him."
Afterwards, Victor fled, ran to the third floor, and knocked on the door of William Marshall's office.
"Come in, Mr. No. 99."
William seemed to know that Victor was looking for him, and gave out his code name when he heard a knock on the door.
Victor pushed the door open and entered, and the smell of smoke filled his nostrils so much that he almost took his breath away.
I don’t know if it’s because of Amanda’s treatment last time, but there are now three large ashtrays on William’s desk.
"I heard that you fell asleep downstairs. It seems that something bad happened to you last night." William could tell at a glance that something was wrong with Victor. It turned out that there was no problem with what he guessed, because Victor
The notebook was immediately placed on the table.
"Please read the above content carefully, I believe you will understand it soon."
William put the half-smoked cigar on the ashtray, picked up the notes and scanned them with a frown. Victor found that there was still some white powder left on his beard.
In less than ten seconds, he put down his notebook and gave his opinion.
"The cause and time of death of all the deceased in the last case are all written in this notebook. Of course...except for Dirio Konova. The owner of this notebook seems to have something for each of them.
Wrote an obituary.”
"Yes, I agree with you." Victor agreed.
"According to the standard obituary template, you must first state the deceased's name, identity, cause of death, date of death, specific time, location, age and other information. The situation of the Progressive Party members... is not that of the Police Bureau and the Police Department.
It is impossible for insiders to know clearly." William nodded as he spoke, and then asked, "So can we think that the owner of this notebook is actually the real murderer?"
Anyone in the Department of Defense and Suppression who has come into contact with that case knows that Wade Troy is just a scapegoat. His death can stabilize the situation in the country, and since there is no evidence of his death, the officials can say whatever they want.
However, the real murderer behind the scenes will definitely not be the dwarf.
Victor picked up the note again and turned to the page of Luc Dillon. The obituary above stated that the cause of his death was poisoning and murder due to political struggle, but it did not mention who poisoned him.
"Where did you get this notebook?" William asked Henry the same question last night.
Of course, Victor's answer was the same.
William gently touched the beard on his chin and analyzed it.
"So, that person is inextricably linked to the Cigar Club, and they are jointly conducting slave trade to the east..."
"On the surface, that is indeed the case..." Victor yawned, "But what I want to ask is, is there an invisible technique that can determine a person's life or death after writing an obituary?"
William picked up the half of the cigar and said nothing, but nodded slightly.
This signal was too bad for Victor.
"Do you have anything to say to me?" he asked.
William exhaled a puff of smoke and answered: "As far as I know, the second secret transmission of the Path of Death is called 'The Obituary'. You can judge the ability of this secret transmission based on this name."
Hearing this, Victor took a breath of cold air. He now urgently needs William to provide more information about this invisible technique.
"Are the people he writes obituaries destined to die?"
William heard the change in Victor's tone, and he looked at the latter with premonition: "I guess... you are in trouble, Mr. No. 99, has your personal information been leaked?"
These words couldn't help but remind Victor of that charlatan Mike.
But after recalling the situation at that time, he felt that Mike could not be blamed. After all, they did not know who the young man who appeared later was and whether he was a seer.
"It seems that your name was known by the other party during the firefight last night, but now that you can stand here safely, it means that the other party has no way to attack you. What did you do?" William asked curiously.
Victor replied coldly: "I broke his right hand."
"That's right..." A smile appeared on William's face, "He can't pick up the pen anymore, so he can't write the obituary. Then you are safe, Mr. No. 99."
"Can't you kill someone if you can't write an obituary?" Victor asked next.
"Of course, not only does he need to write it himself, but he also needs to read it himself. It must also conform to the logic of the deceased's behavior. For example, if you were in Renekton, it would be impossible for him to write that you died in Shanflang. You are a landlubber. It is impossible in this life.
Go swimming in the sea, but he wrote that you died in the sea because of playing in the water...and so on." William answered with great interest, and did not seem to think that the informant was a dangerous secret. "Of course, the logic of public behavior is still
It is very easy to master, just like everyone can eat, and there is a possibility of choking to death, which gives the obituary room to play. The only thing that can completely invalidate his ability is one situation, and that is