That afternoon.
Jean Dubarly, who had been asleep, or rather unconscious for most of the day, woke up from his sleep.
Obviously this was not a normal awakening, because before Du Barry opened his eyes, he felt a spasm-like pain coming from his abdomen.
"Wow..."
Du Barry's head immediately woke up from the painful stimulation, and while spitting with a distorted face, he opened his eyes and looked in front of him.
Before Du Barry's eyes were still those two faces that frightened him:
Laurence Bonaparte, that damn audacious Corsican savage; and the scar-faced pirate named Grosso who tortured himself all day long.
Seeing Du Barry wake up, Grosso snorted coldly and touched his fist. It seemed that the punch that just hit Du Barry's abdomen did not vent the anger in his heart at all.
After discovering the hole in Du Barry's house, Grosso could not calm down for a long time.
As a sailor who has traveled all over the world, Grosso can understand and accept many things, and can even understand those sailors who are too horny and intolerable at sea and have friction between same-sex passions.
However, after personally descending into the cave that exuded filth and stench, Grosso was still shocked by Du Barry's habit of humiliating people across species.
Grosso never considered himself a moral defender or a good person, but what little bit of morality and humanity he had was completely crushed and trampled by the horrific scene he saw.
This made Grosso extremely eager to tear the beast Du Barry apart with his own hands.
Lawrence turned his head slightly to glance at Grosso, and put out his hand in front of him to signal him not to be impulsive.
Before leaving the house, Lawrence had ordered his guards to control the housekeeper and all the servants of the house, and immediately sent someone to ask the Duke of Choiseul to arrange a safe and comfortable temporary residence for the imprisoned women.
Just hearing Grosso describe the scene in the cave made Lawrence feel queasy.
Even though Lawrence had seen enough of the dark sides of those glamorous big shots in the eyes of the citizens, he still didn't expect them to be so perverted, rampant and unscrupulous.
However, although Lawrence had already sentenced Du Barry to death in his own heart, he would have to squeeze out the last drop of value from him before throwing him into the cemetery like a rag.
"Fuck... ugh!"
Grosso glared at the innocent-looking Du Barry, and regardless of Lawrence's obstruction, he stepped forward and hit Du Barry hard on the chin.
In a hair-raising wailing sound, two bloody teeth flew out of Du Barry's mouth, hit the wall and bounced back to the ground. They rolled several times on the ground before stopping, leaving two streaks behind.
bloodstains.
"Ahhhhh!" Jean Dubarly felt his swollen chin and shouted with a distorted face.
"Grosso!" Lawrence frowned and shouted.
"I, I'm sorry, I just couldn't help it, damn it." Grosso spat on the ground, turned around and walked behind Lawrence, saying embarrassedly.
Lawrence did not continue to investigate, but looked at Du Barry, who was still shouting subconsciously, and interrupted him softly:
"Monsieur Du Barry, we went to your home."
This sentence was like some kind of magic spell, causing Du Barry, who had been shouting just now, to be silent for an instant.
Jean Du Barry's face was pale, his lips were trembling, but he couldn't say a word for a long time.
"You...you went to my house..."
After a while, Du Barry managed to squeeze out a complete sentence from his throat, but he only repeated Lawrence's words.
"Yes, that's right."
Lawrence nodded and said, walked gently to him, looked down at the frightened Du Barry, and added:
"I found some things, some people, some animals."
Du Barry's penis trembled obviously, and his face became even paler, as if his heart had forgotten to supply blood to his face because he was too frightened.
"I...no, it's not me..."
Jean Dubarly lowered his head and kept mumbling something, then raised his head in collapse and shouted to Lawrence:
"It's not me! It's really not what I wanted to do!"
"Damn it!" Grosso became even more furious when he heard this, roaring and cursing:
"Not you? I dug a tunnel and stuffed those cages for you?!"
Lawrence sighed, stretched out his hand to stop Grosso and said:
"Let him finish, Grosso."
"Yes... yes, I will say it." Du Barry looked at Lawrence and said without hesitation:
"It was Count Falcone, he asked me... Originally I just kept a few... companions in the basement. But not long ago, Count Falcone suddenly wrote to me, asking me to
Arrange such a... performance for him. Ah, yes! I remembered that it was almost after the duel between you and him that he wrote to me! "
"After the duel?"
Lawrence almost understood what was going on.
Count Falcone, who was originally a swinger, probably couldn't accept the reality of becoming an eunuch, and wanted to satisfy his obsessive mentality through this perverted and dark hobby.
"It seems that one bullet really changed a lot of things..."
Lawrence thought, looked at Du Barry expressionlessly and said:
"Let's not put aside the matter of Count Falcone. You just admitted in person that you imprisoned at least six women, right?"
"Yes I am."
Du Barry lowered his head and nodded weakly twice.
In the face of so much personal and material evidence, he had no room to refute.
"What will happen if these things are exposed? Mr. Du Barry?" Lawrence then asked.
Du Barry was silent for a while and said as if talking to himself:
"I will be in prison for the rest of my life...unlucky enough to end up on the gallows, no..."
Du Barry said, glanced at Lawrence and Grosso, and then thought of Duke Richelieu, suddenly laughed sadly, and said slowly:
"I will definitely go to the gallows."
If this matter really comes to light, even if the impact on Count Falconet's reputation is not considered, Duke Richelieu will use this as a reason to directly prompt Du Barry to be hanged on the gallows.
"As long as you understand, Monsieur Du Barry."
Lawrence glanced at Du Barry's red and swollen chin and whispered:
"Since your life is in my hands, I think you should be happy to cooperate with my work, right?"
"Cooperate...?" Du Barry asked tremblingly.
Lawrence lowered his voice again, leaned into Du Barry's ear and said:
"You were a key witness in the attack outside Versailles."
"You want me to accuse Count Falcone...?" Jean Dubarly said absently.
"No, it's not Falcone, he's just an out-of-control clown."
Lawrence shook his head and said, pointing up.
Du Barry looked at Lawrence's fingers with wide eyes, biting his lips tightly, and then relaxed after a while, and said in frustration:
"Duke Richelieu...?"
Lawrence nodded and said yes.
But after Du Barry said the name of Duke Richelieu, he fell into a long silence, and it seemed that he was not ready to take the initiative to speak.
Obviously, his silence already hinted at his resistance to Lawrence's proposal.
When Lawrence saw this, he did not urge him, he just stood up and said:
"You have a few hours to think over your situation, M. Du Barry, and Grosso will remain with you this evening."
After saying that, Lawrence ignored the trembling Du Barry, turned around and patted Grosso to signal that it was time to leave.
"Humph" Grosso looked at Du Barry, bared his teeth and growled:
"Boy Du Barry, remember to eat less for dinner, otherwise it will taste terrible."
As the wooden door was slammed shut, darkness returned to the basement.
To be continued...