Chapter 1251 This is suicide (seeking a monthly ticket)
Lord Brad had just arrived at the door, and before he even stepped through the door, he felt a bloody smell coming towards his face.
Brad was born into a royal family and was the lord of the city.
Seriously speaking, he also has a great and good father~!
Looking at the Caribbean, there is no one with a nobler background than his. He can be said to be a noble among nobles.
In terms of status in the world, he is no worse than the princes of Fanzhen in the Ming Dynasty. Moreover, like Zhu Dadi, the founder of the Ming Dynasty, he has a large number of troops. When he is happy or impatient, he can also start a rebellion.
This is a very promising game.
Although he does not have the ambition of Zhu Dadi, as a royal nobleman, he naturally enjoys the treatment of a Tibetan king in life.
Therefore, Brad has always been pampered and has a large number of servants to take care of him. Even when he poops, there has to be someone responsible for wiping his old man's butt~!
But having said that, although Lord Brad is a member of the royal family, and as the leader of Caribbean City, he has to take care of many things every day, working late into the night and so on, he never has any airs.
He always takes time out of his busy schedule to go deep into the masses, go among the masses, and gain a deep understanding of their production and life.
For example, when I have nothing to do, I visit the naked people in the slums and care about whether the toilets in their homes are comfortable and usable.
Or maybe you can express your condolences to the hungry country children and ask them why they don’t eat meat since there is no food at home...
However, although he often went to the countryside to express condolences and had seen many new things, this was his first time at the scene of a murder.
Not to mention, like Lord Luo, he was strictly controlled by his family. He had never set foot in such an entertainment and leisure business place, which was very pornographic and violent and was not suitable for children.
Therefore, when it came, he was very excited.
But as soon as he entered the door, the smell of blood hit his face, and City Lord Brad was stunned for a moment and stopped at the door.
I vaguely heard a "click" sound coming from somewhere, just like the fantasy in my heart, where beautiful women with no clothes on are everywhere dancing seductively. Just one look can suck people's soul away.
The beautiful scene of the flying demon dance suddenly shattered into ten thousand pieces.
He hesitated for two seconds. Then he took out his handkerchief and covered his mouth and nose, frowning and slowly walked into the room.
It's like any high-end brothel.
The interior is splendidly decorated, glittering with gold, and everywhere is filled with the unique odor of the nouveau riche.
The furniture and decorations in the room are all high-priced goods, crystal chandeliers, gold-painted murals, Da Vinci's furniture...etc., which can completely shock those who have never seen the world.
However, in the eyes of City Lord Brad, these are all inferior substitutes. In one word, they are vulgar.
It’s so vulgar~!
Compared with the real supplies of nobles, it is like the difference between diamonds and gold plating.
And in addition to the smell of blood, there is also a kind of... uh. No, there are many kinds of perfumes in the air, cheap, expensive, fragrant, rich... all kinds of smells mixed together...
If you are an ordinary person, you may be interested in this strange smell.
However, Lord Bullard, who has elegant taste, was extremely disgusted by this smell, because the smell reminded him of the smell that he accidentally took when he went to the countryside for inspection one year and passed by a pig pen that had not been cleaned in advance.
taste.
Therefore, Lord Brad's first impression of this place was very bad, and he angrily said to himself: "I thought the brothel was a fun place~!
It turns out it’s nothing more than that…”
But now that he had reached the door, it was not appropriate to leave again, so he had to bite the bullet and walked slowly into the door.
As soon as I walked into the hall, I first noticed the madam of the brothel.
Not to mention anything else, there was only half a pound of white powder on her face, and her mouth was painted scarlet, as if she had just eaten a dead person.
Just wearing this face can scare the timid person to death if he goes out in the middle of the night.
At this moment, the madam was wiping her tears with her orchid fingers raised, holding a dark red handkerchief, and at the same time wailing and wailing: "Great Demon God, my business... How can I do this business... Ah, ah~!
"
The last exclamation had twists and turns, rising and falling, melodious and melodious, just like the famous female singer Aunt Susan singing an aria.
Hearing the tone of her voice, Lord Brad took three breaths in a row and sighed in his heart: "Sure enough, the masters are among the people."
Opposite the Madam sat a serious magistrate in his thirties, who was writing notes for her. When he heard the Madam's artistic cry, he couldn't help but frown.
The madam eagerly grabbed the sheriff with her smooth, white and plump hands, and said in a panic: "Sir, sir, you have to make the decision for me. I didn't know that this bastard who had killed a thousand swords would die here.
This really has nothing to do with me.
We have an old relationship. You know all the girls here, and you know me. I always operate in compliance with the law, and my monthly contributions are never lacking..."
The Sheriff had already seen the Lord of the City coming in, so he pretended to be serious and wanted to leave a good impression on the boss. Unexpectedly, the Madam suddenly said something like this.
He was so frightened that he suddenly flew away. He slapped the table and said angrily: "Shut up, nonsense... what are you talking about? Who has an old relationship with you, who knows your girl, who accepts your filial piety.
Stop talking nonsense, or I will punish you for slandering a government official.
Our Caribbean officials are all law-abiding and conscientious in their work~!"
At the same time, he secretly prayed to the almighty devil in his heart, hoping that these words would not be heard by the city lord.
If that uncle were a little more serious, he, the police officer, would be in trouble.
Although there is no legal provision in the Semitic tribe that explicitly prohibits officials from going to brothels, the leaders will not like a subordinate who goes to brothels all day long.
Especially when your superior's kidneys are not in good condition, he doesn't even have a secretariat, but you go to the brothel every day. This is obviously giving him eye drops.
If they encounter such a brat, usually the bosses will have to kill him to relieve their hatred.
The old bustard was so frightened by the ferocious look of the Sheriff that he even forgot to cry. He shrank back on his chair, looked at the Sheriff opposite with a dull expression on his face, and secretly wondered: What's going on today? You
The boy is a bastard. He was fine just now. How can he change his face when he changes his face?
Come here to eat and drink for free, play with girls for free, and after playing with me, I have to give you some more.
Now that something has happened, it’s time to use you. Your grandmother actually bit me like a dog?
This is outrageous~!
Able to gain a foothold in the fiercely competitive entertainment industry in the Caribbean. They are all extraordinary women, and they are not inferior to men when it comes to being fierce.
The Moulin Rouge is famous far and wide, and it is well-run. The madam is no ordinary person, and he is about to use the secret trick of a woman's "one splash, two troubles, three hangings". He flips up the table and jumps up, pointing at the grandson who has no money to do anything.
Swear a lot.
But the Sheriff jumped up quickly, straightened his chest and said loudly: "Hello, Lord City Lord~!"
"Lord City Lord?" The old bustard's legs softened in fright. He was unsteady and almost slipped off the chair.
She danced and struggled, her movements were like a turtle that had been turned over its shell. She finally grabbed the armrest of the chair and sat up. Then she jumped up in a hurry. She was really groveling and didn't dare to stand upright. She lowered her head.
He didn't even dare to say a word.
In front of the city lord, she, a brothel owner, was not even qualified to speak.
There is a world of difference between the lowly people at the bottom and the powerful people at the top.
Even the Sheriff's voice had already overstepped his authority. There were several high-ranking officials in front of him, and he, a small bureaucrat, had no right to speak in front of the city lord. But if he didn't stop the madam from continuing, he would be in serious trouble.
. So he had the courage to shout.
Lord Brad witnessed a human comedy with his own eyes and couldn't help but smile.
Especially the madam's funny look just now made the city lord happy.
Lord Brad, who originally disliked them, was naturally delighted because of how hard they worked to be funny and decided not to argue with these little people.
As for the people below collecting some money and squeezing the small traders, City Lord Brad also knows that this situation is very common, and all officials have their own ways of making money.
In the eyes of the city lord, it is not a big deal, and he is relatively unreliable. The civil servants are working for him, and they only need to avoid making people angry.
If you really go too far and create protests and demonstrations and block the government gates, the city lord will naturally not be polite. Just push the offender out and kill him with a knife to calm the anger of the people.
In his opinion, those ordinary people are actually the most naive and easiest to deceive.
Therefore, City Lord Brad waved his hand indifferently, and then asked: "Are you the boss here?"
"Yes," the madam lowered her head and agreed respectfully.
Lord Brad said: "How did you find out?"
The old bustard said tremblingly: "Today...at noon today, I see that my children haven't gotten up yet at meal time."
"Your daughter?" City Lord Brad wondered, how could any parent let their daughter be sold?
The old bustard said anxiously: "Goddaughter, goddaughter."
Lord Brad smiled and shook his head.
The old bustard said: "I saw that my goddaughter and the guest hadn't gotten up yet at noon, so I knocked on the door. After noon, it counts as an extra day, and extra money will be charged.
As a result, I knocked on the door for a long time and no one answered the door. I was afraid that the pretty boy had kidnapped my daughter...goddaughter.
I went around to the back window again, opened the window and took a look, my god!"
The madam's expressions were rich and her body language was wonderful. She said horrifyingly: "That pretty boy had a bright knife stuck in his stomach, and he was bleeding all over the bed.
Once I saw that someone was killed, I immediately reported it to the police."
City Lord Brad frowned and said, "Who do you think killed him?"
The old bustard showed a bitter look and wailed: "Sir, I really don't know. He met a few people last night. After seeing them, he was very proud, and then went back to the house to sleep."
"Is there no suspicious person among them?"
"Sir, it's really not true. I'm at the door of the back house. Anyone walking back has to pass in front of me." The old bustard said confidently.
Lord Brad thought for a moment and said, "Could someone break in in the middle of the night?"
The Sheriff responded immediately: "It shouldn't happen, sir. We received the report and rushed to the scene immediately. At that time, the door was still locked from the inside. During the on-site inspection, there were no suspicious signs of damage to the doors or windows.
There were six people on duty at Moulin Rouge all night long. In addition, we visited the surrounding neighbors and no one said there was any unusual noise last night."
Brad murmured: "This is strange, let's go in and take a look."
The soldiers in front of him immediately moved out of the way. Lord Brad covered his mouth and nose and carefully walked into the inner room.
The smell of blood is stronger here.
On the large dark red bed, a human body was spread out in a large shape, with a bright dagger stuck in the middle of the chest. It was obvious that this sword was not ordinary.
The upper body of the deceased was stained red with blood, and the sheets underneath him were also soaked with blood. It was just not very bright on the rose-red sheets.
The color of the corpse was green and white, which was scary to look at. The strong smell of blood stimulated Lord Brad's stomach to churn.
The face of the deceased was twisted and hideous, and Lord Brad did not dare to look at it.
But what is more eye-catching than the deceased is a line of dazzling blood written on the wall, which is written in large fonts and stained with blood: "I am still staring at this place with one eye."
This sentence has no beginning and no end. Everyone present can’t figure out what it means. Why should this sentence be left behind?
Taken together, the whole thing is a fog.
City Lord Brad was suddenly shocked, staring at the writing on the wall in a daze, thinking secretly: "It really is him..."
I have mixed feelings in my heart. I don't know whether I should be worried or happy.
As early as after the man in black who claimed to be KGB drove his bodyguard back, City Lord Brad had doubts in his heart, who was this friend but not a friend?
Lord Brad thought of many people, including his son-in-law, Lord Lorraine, who had turned the Semitic tribe upside down.
Although this bastard uncle took his precious daughter away, according to her own words, she is living a good and happy life now.
As a cheap father-in-law, he also received many precious gifts from the human continent, and most of his resentment gradually disappeared.
However, after careful consideration, Lord Brad ruled out his son-in-law.
He is far away in the human continent, and I heard that he also holds several positions. He is so busy that he does not have the ability to remotely control the agents lurking in the Semitic tribe.
If he really has this ability, he would be too awesome~!
However, after thinking about it, Lord Brad decided that Lorraine was the biggest suspect. Our help would not be unknown and we would not contact him.
Only Lord Lorraine's people do good deeds anonymously and act mysteriously.
However, Lord Brad has always been unwilling to believe it.
Now that I see these words on the wall, there is no doubt that they are the people under Lord Lorraine.
"This kid, his hands are too long." City Lord Brad cursed in his heart. He didn't expect that Lorraine was thousands of miles away and he was not aware of the crisis, but his people could still detect and stop it.
Although he knew that he should be grateful to his cheap son-in-law, Lord Brad still felt a little uncomfortable.
"What do you mean by this kid? You look down on my ability to do things? Or do you want to show that you are awesome?" City Lord Brad pouted and snorted coldly.
In fact, judging from this incident, the people from kgb are indeed more capable than the Caribbean people under the city lord. Admitting this made the city lord Brad extremely reluctant and panicked.
"Giving yourself a favor? I won't accept your favor. We still have to settle the score. Don't think it will be even this time."
Lord Brad made up his mind secretly that he must not spare Lorraine. His precious daughter was abducted without a betrothal gift, and the father would not be willing to do so.
City Lord Brad waved his hand to the attendant behind him and said: "Go and recognize Renren for me."
The attendant responded, walked to the bed, pinched his nose and looked down at the body lying on the bed. He carefully checked it up and down three times. The attendant nodded affirmatively and said, "Sir, this is the boy."
Although the dead man's face has changed a lot compared to when he was alive, he can still tell the difference.
The mastermind was finally killed by KGB, who was half his own. City Lord Brad breathed a long sigh of relief and murmured in a low voice: "That's good, that's good."
At this time, Lord Brad had time to look around the room, and he noticed that there was a young and half-clothed woman sitting next to her. She seemed to be frightened, her eyes were dull and she was curled up on the chair.
There was a patch of bright red blood on his neck, chest, and thighs. The madam was wiping her tears in front of her and said one after another: "It's okay, my dear, it's okay..."
The city guards and sheriffs who came and went next to her always glanced at her naked body intentionally or unintentionally.
Lord Brad, the police officer in charge of the investigation, asked: "What do you think of this case?"
Several police officers looked at each other, lowered their heads and dared not speak. In private, you pushed me and I pushed you. In the end, the person in charge really had no choice.
Seeing that the Lord City Lord's expression was getting more and more unhappy, he could only take a step forward and said in a squeaky voice: "Our preliminary judgment is that yes, yes, yes..."
Lord Brad said bluntly: "What is it?"
"It's suicide~!" The Sheriff felt unsure and glanced at the Lord of the City secretly.
Lord Brad burst into laughter.
Even the madam was stunned.
The sheriff explained: "The room was locked from the inside, and there were no signs of damage to anyone's doors or windows. The boss destroyed the window at noon today, and many people testified that the window was broken open by force, and the break was still new.
Apart from this, we did not find any traces of a third party indoors.
There were two people in the room at the time of the incident.
The first wound was in the heart, penetrating the back and piercing the bed board.
Although this young lady was suspicious, she was not strong enough to pierce a person and then pierce an inch-thick board.
So we concluded it was suicide."
City Lord Brad rolled his eyes at the Sheriff and said: "In other words, the deceased first pierced his heart, then pulled out the dagger and stabbed his chest."
The Sheriff said cheekily: "Yes, so his second sword did not pierce."
City Lord Brad glared at them fiercely and said, "No wonder the murder rate in the Caribbean has been so low since I took office. It turns out that all the deaths are suicides."
It has almost become an international practice to classify difficult-to-solve death cases as suicides. The index of solving the case is not only good, but also saves the investigators a lot of effort.
City Lord Brad has also worked at the grassroots level for two years, so he doesn't know the tricks involved.
Just watching them fool around, I can't help but feel a little angry.
The Sheriff's face turned pale in a flash, and he hurriedly explained: "Sir, there will inevitably be some omissions in the first survey. Let's continue the survey, and maybe we will make new discoveries."
City Lord Brad snorted heavily and said, "No need, he just committed suicide."
"Ah?" Everyone including the old bustard raised their heads and looked at the Lord of the City in surprise.
"Write a detailed report to me." Lord Brad turned around and walked out, saying, "I can give it to Arkadelin."
When Madolins received the report of suicide, his expression must have been wonderful.^-^^-^
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