Man in the old days, Lord of the Seven Sins

Chapter 94 Are you satisfied with my talent?

Old Moore was an honest and stupid coachman.

Of course, he was also an alcoholic.

He has a red wine nose, yellow teeth.

As a young man, his hobby was to drive wildly in a carriage on the banks of the Thames after drinking.

For this he paid the price of a leg, he became a lame man.

But he still maintained his crazy behavior.

Many people referred to him as Crazy Old Moore.

Old Moore is old now, and his only wish is to see his son find a job smoothly.

But recently his son seems to have joined a strange association, making secrets every day, leaving early and returning late.

The vigilant old Moore noticed that this incident was a bit unusual. He followed his son one night, and that night, he witnessed his son's death.

Died by the dagger of the little leader of the secret society.

Old Moore didn't cry, he fished up his son's body from the bottom of the Thames, and the silent old man buried his son.

He decided to avenge his son.

Crazy old Moore relied on his crazy driving skills to successfully pass the entry assessment of the association. He successfully joined the association and participated in a kidnapping case that had been planned for a long time.

He successfully helped the group of criminals escape the sheriff's pursuit.

At the celebration banquet that night, Old Moore was promoted to the highest position by the little leader of the association.

"Thank you everyone. I, old Moore, have no skills in my life. The only thing I can do is to drive a carriage. Today, I want to take the opportunity of drinking to show everyone my talent. I hope everyone will like it."

Old Moore touched his red nose, and looked at the faces of everyone present with a smile, especially when he saw the little boss smiling at him with satisfaction.

Old Moore smiled even more happily, his wrinkled face was like a blooming chrysanthemum.

"Old Moore is going to show everyone his talents! Everyone cheers!"

The little boss led the crowd to make a fuss. He really felt that this old Moore was a person who could do great things, unlike the trash he killed that day, who had a cowardly personality and was a slow-witted person. He even wanted to bargain with himself.

That kind of person is safer to kill than to put back.

"Pfft!"

Old Moore stabbed the dagger hidden in his sleeve into the neck of the little boss in front of everyone.

Of course, it was the trachea that was stabbed.

The blood vessels and arteries were not ruptured, and no blood spurted out.

Before he was a coachman, Old Moore was a butcher from the countryside. When slaughtering pigs, what he hated most was pig blood splattering all over the place.

Therefore, he figured out a way to kill pigs without being splashed with blood.

The people immersed in the laughter have not recovered from the joy just now.

Old Moore had already pulled out the dagger stuck in the neck of the little boss.

He turned around and expertly stabbed the dagger into the other man's neck, looking indifferent like a butcher.

Of course, in fact he is playing the role of the butcher at the moment.

What he killed was not a human being, in his eyes, what he killed was just a group of animals.

At the moment of death, some people panicked, some ran for their lives, and some wanted to resist, but they were all solved by the lame old Moore with a dagger.

Old Moore kept killing until the surviving people were blocked in the corner of the room, and then he stopped his skilled movements.

He pulled the little boss by the hair and threw his body to the ground.

He still had that simple and honest smile that only belonged to honest people.

"How is it? Are you satisfied with my talent?"

The surviving people screamed in collapse, looking at the crazy old man in front of them, they even suspected that the other party was the big boss of this secret association stronghold.

"I'm just a son, why are you unwilling to give him a chance?"

"He clearly said that he doesn't want to do those things anymore, why do you still force him to do it?"

"Obviously you can let him go, and obviously with his cowardly nature, he won't bother with you after he leaves. Why do you think letting him go will put you in danger?"

"Killing him, will it do you any good?"

Old Moore was crying, and tears gradually flowed from his face. The old man who had been insane all his life finally cried out at this moment.

While crying, Old Moore killed the rest of the people.

He sat alone in the room drinking wine.

drunk.

When the last bottle of wine was left, Old Moore smashed the bottle and set fire to this sinful house full of filth and desperation in his eyes with a match.

That night, Old Moore sat alone on the bridge railing of Tower Bridge in London, weeping while drinking poor-quality rum in an iron can.

"Drinking alone can be boring, how about having a drink together?"

A deserted voice suddenly rang in the ear.

Old Moore was taken aback, and he turned his head to look beside him.

A muscular young man in a black windbreaker was standing beside him.

Judging from the other party's clothing and appearance, the other party's status will not be low.

This is the insight that old Moore has accumulated over the years as a coachman.

"Young man, what can you do with Old Moore?"

"The smell on your body is a bit strong, and the smell of wine can't be covered up."

"Are you from the Authority?"

"No, I'm just an ordinary passerby."

"A passer-by doesn't care what the old man does. Anyway, after tonight, there will be no such person as Old Moore in this world."

A trace of melancholy flashed in Old Moore's eyes.

For the failure of his son's education, he could barely play the role of avenging his son once.

But this kind of thing is obviously not able to prevent the spread of sadness in his heart, and he doesn't want to live with this emotion for a lifetime.

It's better to drink all the wine that I want to drink in my life and kill myself today.

"Just something, I want to ask you, one of my patients was kidnapped, do you know where they were taken?"

"Are you a doctor?"

"you can say it this way."

"Doctors are good people. Since you want to know, Old Moore will tell you."

Old Moore touched his red nose, recalling some things carefully in his chaotic mind.

"Sorry, I'm getting old, and I can't remember some things clearly. It seems that they were handed over at the bazaar in the West Port District, at an abandoned pier."

"Thank you for the information, this bottle of wine, please drink."

Rhodes stuffed a bottle of Scotch whiskey into Old Moore's arms.

"Oh, Old Moore has never had such a good wine, thank you for your generosity."

Old Moore looked at the back of the man leaving, carefully put the whiskey in his arms, and prepared to go home and drink with his son, but he quickly realized that his son was dead.

With tears in his eyes, Old Moore carefully unscrewed the bottle cap, sniffed it carefully, took a sip, and finally drank it in a big gulp.

As if thinking of something, Old Moore suddenly jumped off the bridge railing at this moment, onto the bridge, got into his carriage, and drove away.

Behind Old Moore.

Lena and Paul looked at each other.

Originally, the clue provided by Reiner was this old Moore, but when they followed the clue to find the area, all they saw was a burning house.

After the fire was extinguished, they saw a shocking scene, but there was no sign of Old Moore.

Finally, under the guidance of passers-by, they found Old Moore who was drinking alone on the railing of the bridge.

At first they thought it would take a lot of effort to get the news from this crazy old man, but that Mr. Rhodes got the news with only a bottle of wine.

It really taught them a whole new communication skill.

As for whether to arrest Old Moore?
Now he is just a drunkard old man who lost his son, is it necessary?
(End of this chapter)