Xue has probably never killed anyone with her own hands.
In the eyes of others, Xue is mostly amiable and polite, but when she first came into contact with me, her behavior... I think I can only describe it as "incomprehensible".
For example: Mr. Wyatt, the owner of the loft, and Mr. Hammons, the bank manager, are just acquaintances with Xue, but they still have a good impression of Xue.
It can be seen from this that the snow on weekdays does not always appear to be repelling people thousands of miles away.
But why does she choose to establish interpersonal relationships with me in a "weird" way that she is not good at?
"Let me get to know Snow" came from the Lord's wish, and Snow was just a passive obeyer. In other words, Snow may only regard it as a task, so she subconsciously adopted the mentality when executing the order - before I
It seems that this mentality is not "mature", but appears "childish" in some aspects.
How could Snow with such an "incomplete" mentality kill someone? I can't imagine.
In addition, regardless of Shimuel, Xue, as a walker, undoubtedly has the ability to kill the noble. The lord could obviously let Xue assassinate him directly, so why did he choose to do it himself in the end?
Although there is no basis, I can confidently judge that due to the interference of certain factors, the lord's control over Snow is limited - but it is obvious that Snow does not know this.
And what exactly is "some factor"... I initially guess that it may be related to Xue's identity as a descendant of Hedara. Perhaps Xue's father is not as cowardly as Xue recalls? But he is indeed
Abandoned his daughter...
In short, the lord treats Xue as a scapegoat while at the same time giving Xue a certain amount of care. What kind of secret is hidden behind this contradictory behavior...
If we don't understand every detail, it will be difficult to avoid risks, but I don't want the logical system I have worked so hard to build to be overturned at all. After all, I have no way of knowing whether Xue is really hiding something.
However, I will still help Xue.
After all, that guy is a poor child. She should not be isolated. Someone must stand with her.
Since my plug-in proactively told me the corresponding probability, then, if I think about it from another angle, this is equivalent to God’s will.
That's right...
This is God's will.
"Who are you profiling?"
"..."
Mr. Bradley's appearance made my heart tense.
"I'm just in a daze."
"It's rare to see people frowning in a daze."
"Because the sun is too dazzling."
I stood up and slowly moved away from the window.
"The winter sun is so strong...I have to go back to the basement, Mr. Bradley."
"Ah, please wait a moment."
"No one noticed me just now."
"No, I just want to show you this newspaper."
I took [Today’s News] from Mr. Bradley.
"Well, there is finally something happening at the police station."
The first headline in the newspaper was:
[The murderer has surfaced! It has been confirmed that multiple people committed the crime!]
In the main text, the police department first admitted that the self-immolator was the murderer, and then listed several pieces of information to prove that there was more than one murderer. It reads well-founded and irrefutable.
Fortunately, I know the inside story and know that the police department is making things up.
The end of this report reads:
[The police department claims to have obtained a lot of information about other absconding murderers and will launch a large-scale manhunt in the near future. We ask all districts of Woolworth to provide support while ensuring safety. Anyone harboring the murderer or covering up the murderer will
Any behavior will be regarded as an accomplice.】
"Well, it's perfect. In this way, not only will it not conflict with the content on the broadcast, but it will also give the public a reasonable explanation."
I nodded slightly.
It's just that I'm still being led by the nose.
......
I followed Mr. Bradley into his private tasting room.
"How's your drinking capacity?"
"So-so."
"Do you have any special preferences?"
I shook my head.
I haven't drunk much high-end wine, let alone have any unique insights into wine.
If Mr. Bradley had not found this place suitable for conversation, I would not want to come to a place that made me feel uncomfortable.
"Wine is a necessity of life."
As Mr. Bradley spoke, he picked up two cups. He first used a small piece of lime to moisten the rim of the cup, and then inverted the cup in a glass dish filled with fine salt until the wet part was covered.
Salt, he sighed:
"But, I didn't think so before."
"Drinking can relieve sorrow."
"Forgetting for a moment...is not necessarily a good thing."
After pouring the tequila, curacao and lemon juice into a container that looked like a bottle, Mr. Bradley smiled softly:
"Today is an exception."
I watched Mr. Bradley use magic to levitate the container in the air and keep shaking it.
"What about you? Why do you usually go drinking?"
"I - like the taste of alcohol."
Well~~could it be any special reason...
The wine has a charming aroma, stimulating my mouth, sliding down my throat, and finally filling my stomach. Every time I drink the wine, I am wrapped in an inexplicable warmth. Maybe the warmth is false, but I don’t care, at least that
The feeling of the moment is real.
Wine is more reliable than people, its effect is unique, and the most important thing is that it can be obtained without spending too much money.
"Well, that's a very reliable statement."
Mr. Bradley nodded, then controlled the container, allowing the mixed blue liquid in the container to slowly flow into the previous cups, and then pushed one of the cups towards me.
"Thank you."
"Easy to do."
"..."
"The first time I looked at you, I thought you were a little weird."
"I think so myself."
"I apologize if my words offend you...but I really think you are anything but ordinary."
"Of course. Ordinary people live much better than me."
"No, you know that's not what I meant."
I felt as if I was being looked at quickly by Mr. Bradley.
"Your eyes made me afraid for a moment. The last person who made me afraid... haha, should be the doctor who performed the surgery on me."
"..."
... Could he be joking?
"I don't understand the reason... Could you please tell me what your mate-making ability is?"
"Temporarily strengthen the physical function of a certain place to double."
"I see, is it strengthening..."
Mr. Bradley murmured thoughtfully.
"Strengthen..."
"Maybe that's just your illusion, don't worry too much."
"Well..."
But the other party still looked like he had not yet let go.
"..."
I took a sip of the wine, and it tasted spicy, and then it became refreshing, and I felt a lot more energetic.
"..."
"I saw a lot of police officers on the way back, mostly in groups of three."
"Didn't they stop you?"
"They won't cause trouble for me for the time being."
Mr. Bradley paused and added:
"Lord Norman Street is just one of my customers. It is impossible for them to obtain my secrets by investigating Lord Norman Street. I am not an 'accessory' of the deceased."
Lord Norman Street was the nobleman who was assassinated.
"That's good."
"Please rest assured that I will not evade responsibility."
"Is this also a mission?"
"How could it be? Ah... To be precise, it's a task, but it's not the 'task' you understand."
"Well, thank you for your hard work."
"If I could hear this sentence when you and I really understand each other, I would probably be very happy."
Mr. Bradley smiled bitterly.
"..."
"By the way, I don't mind exchanging information with you at all."
"Let's forget it. The affairs of the nobles are too complicated. Just thinking about it makes me feel extremely troubled."
"Haha... Yes, it is indeed very tiring. However, as nobles, they don't think so. Because they come into contact with more people and things and it is harder to understand, their vision is broader, and the problems they face
More profoundly, this leads them to have to give up some small contradictions in order to pursue identity and realize their own ambitions."
Mr. Bradley raised his voice slightly.
"It's hard to distinguish between right and wrong in their actions, but in essence, they all serve the empire."
"That's it."
"The Lord is no exception. Although you and I don't know his intentions, I always believe in him in this regard. After all, people who only care about selfish desires cannot become nobles."
"..."
"Don't be nervous, we are just chatting."
"Okay..."
"I promised to help you, so I won't regret it."
When I was confused, Mr. Bradley swung the glass:
"That's why...I'm a businessman."
......
First, Mr. Bradley was not a subordinate of the assassinated Lord Norman Street, but took orders from other nobles.
Second, Mr. Bradley chose to assist me because it was beneficial to him. It does not mean that he does not recognize the lord.
Third, my previous actions aroused the suspicion of Mr. Bradley. He was trying to investigate me, even at the risk of exposing his own information.
Four, I am 50% sure that there is a special relationship between Mr. Bradley and Miss Schimmel.
Five, the lord is busy with other things right now, we only need to concentrate on dealing with the police station.
——The above is the conclusion I reached after talking with Mr. Bradley.
Now, back in the basement, I am staring blankly at the layout sketch of the villa that Mr. Bradley gave me.
"The police department... plus the police officers from each district... the total... hello, Gail?"
"What do you want to say?"
"Most of the police officers in the police station are stronger than the police officers in each district, so suppose I deal with three police officers in the police station alone——"
"You have almost no chance of winning."
"...That's right, they use a couple that is hundreds of times stronger than you."
I took a long breath and raised my head.
"Do I have to sit still and wait for death..."
"Sitting and waiting for death is the stupidest decision. You are worthy of being the worst host I have ever seen."
"After all, I am the only one who would take a loser like you into a relationship."
"..."
"Okay, okay, I'm too lazy to argue with you... You have to strike first, otherwise it will be too late."
Just like Mr. Bradley said - since the lord achieved his goal of killing Lord Norman Street, he shifted his focus to other tasks. Dealing with the "murderer" was just a trivial aftermath in his eyes.
Work.
If the lord is willing, it doesn't take much effort to make all my efforts go to waste. He just doesn't want to do such a time-wasting "little thing" himself.
"Why do you hesitate?"
"Huh? You didn't mean-"
"How many people have you killed so far?"
"......?"
I was stunned by Gale's sudden question.
"Hmm...the robbers I met on the road...and the damn thieves...it seems I didn't kill the gangsters...probably, less than four."
?"
While answering Gale, I looked at the entrance to the basement with a guilty conscience.
"So, what are you still worried about?"
"This time we are facing police officers. Police officers are not the same people as them."
"Yes, they are the same kind as you, rats hiding in the gutter."
"What exactly do you want to express?"
I asked Gail impatiently.
"I hope you will recognize your image in the minds of the police officers. In addition, do you really think that those police officers will be safe and sound in the end?"
"Ah..."
"If I were a lord, I would never let anyone know the truth after the matter is completed - isn't this why you want to win over the chief of the police department?"
"But only a very few police officers know about it, and the rest are innocent people."
"So what? Does it have anything to do with your goal?"
"My goal? My goal..."
"You know it yourself."
Gale's words made me feel a little annoyed.
Beautiful.
"By the way, why hasn't the little white-haired girl come back yet?"
"Well..."
Yes.
It seemed that she took a little too long. Logically speaking, it shouldn't take that long.
Xue went out around four o'clock in the afternoon, and now it was already dark.
"No, you have to ask Mr. Bradley."
I muttered to myself and walked quickly towards the entrance of the basement.
At this moment, I heard the sound of unlocking.
"There are three people outside the door."
Gale's warning came.
"..."
I quickly stepped aside and reached for the knife in my pocket.
