"Brother, your outfit is a little more casual." Irena complained to her brother after putting on the dress.

Annick found an old dress from his student days, and the collar was also old.

"It's not important. Do you remember your most important thing?"

"Remember, get your money back."

"Yes, get your money back."

Originally, today was an opportunity for Annick to happily eat haise. But as soon as he woke up this morning, a light ball notification popped up in his mind, and he actually had to have a meeting. Anyway, he couldn't eat delicious food, so Annick didn't want to break the pot.

Put on the only decent clothes you have.

"Let's hurry up and go there with the captain. There will be one more person to share the fare."

"Your captain doesn't plan to take his wife and children with him?"

"He said he was sent to his hometown in the countryside to recuperate. The air in Eggsburg will be bad when winter comes."

Annick dragged his two sisters to the branch station, where the captain was already waiting for them.

"Your outfit is quite unique. Are you not afraid of offending the funders in our jurisdiction?" Parker teased his partner half-jokingly.

"Anyway, I was just called over to do the decoration. It doesn't matter if I'm there or not." Annick thought about his positioning quite reasonably.

"We are already coordinating the murder case on Saturday, and the investigation work is hard work."

"I've tried my best to help them narrow down the scope. We can't just select a few full-time employees from our branch to look for them one by one. We don't have enough manpower."

"It's useless to complain to me. There are many big shots at the dinner party tonight. Why don't you complain to them?"

"Forget it."

A group of four people spent about half an hour arriving at the residence of this emerging business tycoon.

The location is at the junction of Ryder District in the south and King District in the west, and the residences are not too small.

"Brother, why doesn't Mr. Cornell just live in the Kings District? I think he can afford a single-family house in the Kings District."

You ask me how I know, Annick complained in his heart. Then he looked at the captain to see how he would answer.

"The Kings District is full of old-school aristocrats and old wealthy people who have been doing business for a long time. Mr. Cornell has only been operating in Eggsburg for a year. Buying a house in the Kings will only make the surrounding neighbors think that he is another nouveau riche."

Captain Parker gave the answer, which stunned the two sisters.

"If I have this money, I will move to my hometown to retire." Annick said something very salty.

"So brother, you don't have this ability. If you want to make money, you are a person with endless greed for money." Irena burst Annick's bubble without mercy.

"Then why does this tycoon suddenly want to invite people to dinner today?" Irina also followed suit.

"Probably after a year of preparation, I think I can integrate into Eggsburg's high-end circle."

"High-end? There are at least three not-so-high-end characters here."

In a cheap hotel opposite Cornell's mansion, a middle-aged man was carrying a piano case and checking in at the front desk.

"Do you have ID? If you do, it's 2 shillings a night."

"I lost it at home. You see, I don't look like a bad person. The hotel our Freedom Band booked was full, so I was asked to rent it out by myself."

The boss looked at the man's outfit. He had a red uniform with yellow stitching, and he was holding a piano case. There was a poster on the piano case, probably offering special discounts on playing music or something like that.

"Musician? I'm afraid you are the most unsociable. Otherwise, even if the hotel is full and I let you come out and rent it alone for 3 shillings, I won't need proof after paying the money."

"Okay, let me arrange the top floor facing the north. You know we artists hate noise the most." After the man said that, he found three banknotes.

"What kind of artist is he playing the piano? If you are a real artist, have you seen the mansion opposite? The new gentleman Cornell invited a lot of artists tonight. Room 406, the fourth floor is empty tonight

, whichever room you want is fine." The boss cursed and gave him the key to a room on the top floor.

"Thank you."

Jeffrey reached the room on the top floor, took out his lever rifle, opened the window slightly, and carefully observed the other side.

"Be happy. I'm just asking you to come to a dinner and dance. The funding promised to you is no longer under review. There are all big people going to Mr. Cornell's house tonight. Maybe there is a gentleman who is keen on scientific progress.

Donate some research funds to us or something."

Deidara looked at the old man opposite him, the dean, who was dressed in an evening gown. He couldn't tell that he used to be a chemistry madman who spent all day in the laboratory.

"Mr. Dean, I understand. Let's work together to get more donations for our college, which is a bottomless pit of money."

"That's right. That Mrs. Eva seems to be quite interesting to you. Why don't you sacrifice yourself for the cause of the college?"

This was what silenced Deidara. He was intercepted when he planned to complete the assassination target on Saturday morning. Then he received an email to change the target.

"I'm even more sure that these people want us to kill each other."

The information Deidara received belonged to the coachman Jeffrey. As soon as Deidara saw the photo, he recognized that the changed target was the coachman who killed his original target butcher on Saturday morning.

"What are you mumbling about? Cheer up. We'll be there in ten minutes."

"Nothing."

The butcher should be the pig's head, and the coachman should be his assassination target. If nothing else, it is the man with the horse head mask participating in this competition.

I think the butcher's original plan was to trick the coachman into going home and then assassinate him, but he didn't know why he was killed instead.

Who was the coachman's assassination target? The police seemed to have started a large-scale manhunt. They went to camp outside his house several times but did not see anyone.

This is not surprising to Deidara, there must be other strongholds.

If the butcher died from being shot, the coachman must have been a proficient opponent with firearms. A more difficult opponent than the fox Lady Eva who wanted her own life.

"You guys help me welcome guests at the gate, and I'll prepare the dinner in the hall."

"Okay Mr. Cornell."

After instructing several employees in the company to entertain the guests, Cornell sat quietly in the lobby waiting for the arrival of the guests.

"The person who assassinated me was a gunner." Cornell is not surprised by this. Gunpowder weapons demonstrated two hundred years ago that the plate armor of knights is vulnerable, and even low-level extraordinary beings cannot withstand a large-caliber lead shot.

bomb.

Cornell is naturally not the kind of demigod who ignores thermal weapons, so in order to avoid being sniped outside, Cornell has been hiding in the house all day.

"Didn't I know that the people who came to assassinate me would disguise themselves as guests?"

This was a trap set up by Cornell. Not only were steel plates stuffed inside and behind the coat, but every invitation sent out was signed with starch-containing ink.
Chapter completed!