Episode 1 Martial Arts Master Chapter 72 Invitation
Back at the intersection of Qiangwei Avenue, the sun had already set. People gathered in groups of twos and threes near the garden in the middle of the street and talked. Red ropes were pulled around the small square to block traffic. The statue in the middle, including the base, was about two and a half meters tall.
On the statue of the Holy Knight, two dead men are hanging from the outstretched right arm.
A thin rope was tightly strangled around the neck. The corpse's eyes were wide open, its tongue was hanging out, and its whole body was covered in bruises. There was no intact place. The blood that had not yet dried flowed to the ground and quickly seeped into the cracks in the rocks. More than a dozen military police were working on it.
A ladder was set up and the body was carefully removed. Someone nearby held a lantern to help with lighting. A leading officer blew his whistle to stop the commotion of the onlookers.
The scene was terrifying and exciting, and people couldn't restrain their excitement and rushed to watch. An old man with a sharp nose said: "That dead man looks familiar. Hey, isn't he Chad from the Blue Bird Knights? He used to visit old Adam's house often, and later
What happened, oh, what a retribution."
Another middle-aged man asked: "I saw you when I went out in the morning. Why did you come back in the afternoon and hang the body up in broad daylight? Aren't they afraid of being seen?"
An old woman sitting on a chair in front of the store said: "Hey! I saw it with my own eyes." Everyone turned to look at him with expectant looks on their faces, but the old woman whetted everyone's appetite and took a slow sip of bitter coffee.
He said: "I was sewing clothes in the shop window at that time. It was around four o'clock in the afternoon. The sun was so hot that it could kill people. There were no customers in the shop and the street was deserted. Suddenly a carriage came.
That car seemed to be rented from a car dealership. Two dead people dripping with blood were carried out of it, which scared me to death. I was about to report the car to the military police, but I saw that the corpse was actually the devil who tortured Miss Adam.
It's great. No matter what the purpose of those people was, they at least did one good thing. Just now the military police came to check on the situation, but I didn't tell him a word!"
It seems that everyone knows the tragedy of Adam's daughter and has no good impression of Chad. Someone asked: "Why did they kill Chad? It is not good to break the law. Although Chad should be hanged, that should be executed by the court."
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A man said mysteriously: "I know, that is the person who specializes in avenging old Adam!"
"What? Revenge for Adam? Are you kidding?"
The man whispered: "You don't know that Adam reported his daughter's torture to the Holy See, but the priest in charge of the trial declared Chad innocent. The two villains were arrogant and said that Miss Adam seduced them. I was there that day.
Listening in, it really made people angry. Old Adam has been depressed since that day and has been drinking to drown his sorrows. But I met him at noon today and he seemed very happy. He also said that the holy light of justice will judge the murderer.
I know that Chad’s body is hanging here right now.”
Someone nodded in agreement: "I just came out of the Walrus Tavern. Someone inside was talking about the Rose Party or the Tulip Party. I can't remember clearly."
Shen Zhimo thought to himself: "Troy spread rumors very quickly. In just one afternoon, people everywhere knew about it." I prayed that Aubrey and the others were not recognized when they hung the body.
Hurrying back to the tavern, Zhiro Tilin sat quietly at the desk in his room. The "First Draft of Thousand Fantasy Thirteen Styles of Nirvana" and the Countess' invitation placed on the paperweight showed signs of movement.
"Miss Zhiluo Tilin, why are you in my room?" If it weren't for the fact that the other party was a girl, he would have slapped her with a slap on the ear. "Three Fantasy Thirteen Styles" is written in Chinese characters
, I guess the other party doesn’t understand either, otherwise there would be a bloody scene soon.
"Oh, I'm waiting for you to come back. Have you had dinner? Then I'll teach you how to read the Samur script." Zhi Luo Tilin pretended to see the invitation by accident and was startled exaggeratedly, saying:
"An invitation from the countess? She invited you to a party?"
"Yes, what do you think I should do to meet the requirements of upper class society? For example, what should I pay attention to in dressing and speaking."
Zhi Luo Tilin's eyes were complicated. She picked up the invitation and opened it. The fragrance hit her nostrils. The cover was tied with a light yellow ribbon and tied with a bow. The fonts written inside looked like rows of tumbling curves, with the corners slightly upturned.
, so beautiful that it’s dazzling, but Shen Zhimo can’t understand any of it.
"Brother, why did the countess invite you? I heard that she is a widow and her husband died several years ago."
"We just did a case. Aubrey hung a dead man from a statue at the intersection." Shen Zhimo told the story and stuffed "Thirteen Styles of Thousand Fantasy" into the drawer and said, "The countess saw it with her own eyes.
In the process of catching that person, we must have a good relationship with her."
Zhiluo Tilin's color softened slightly: "So that's it, then my brother and my wife have nothing to do with each other?"
"Yes, you go with me and give me a reference on how to avoid making a fool of yourself." Shen Zhimo looked at the girl from top to bottom, looking through the exposed collar, he discovered that there was a shallow ravine on her chest.
, but there is still a big gap compared with the countess.
When Zhi Luo Tilin heard "come with me", she thought that Shen Zhimo had already trusted her very much, and immediately smiled, "Come, brother, I will teach you how to dress. The time is written at eight o'clock on the invitation. There is still time to go out and buy some clothes."
It’s a good thing.”
"No need, I think this body is just fine."
Zhiluo Tilin looked at him and saw that the man in front of her had long black hair that reached the back of his neck and was spread elegantly. There was always a kind of gloominess in his eyes that could not be overcome. He wore an ordinary blouse and a pair of long black reflective trousers at his feet.
Leather boots, if you look for this outfit on the street, you can find the same three or five people, but wearing it on his well-proportioned and perfect figure, he has an indescribable grace and demeanor, especially his cold eyes.
Come over, it seems like you can peel off people's clothes directly, and the posture of a superior person emerges spontaneously, and there is really no need for clothes to set it off. "Since you insist, then this suit will do, anyway, we don't have to pretend to be so.
It would be even more embarrassing for a nobleman to be recognized."
At half past eight, a shabby rented carriage parked in front of Earl Clifford's residence at No. 103 Baiyun Road. The mottled patent leather and old carriage were in sharp contrast to the luxurious and shiny carriages around it.
A tall, ordinary-looking man jumped out of the car and looked around stupidly. The steward in charge of reception at the door just thought that this was a civilian who had parked in the wrong place. He was about to step forward to scold him when he saw a car stepping out of the door of the carriage.