Kingdom’s Bloodline

I know.

   I knew this day would come.

  Since the judgment was made eleven years ago, I know that this day will always come.

  I left home when I was young, abandoned my family business, devoted myself to studying knowledge, and only wanted to study for the rest of my life. I never thought that I would be lucky enough to apply what I learned to help the people.

  However, personnel and affairs are complicated and entangled, which cannot be explained by non-study studies.

For more than forty years, I have been the great judge of the Emerald City. I have experienced wars and peace, and I dare not be negligent in my actions. gave the mallet, took off his official robe, and still couldn't help but think over and over again:

  Every time I review the case, do I investigate the case thoroughly without leaving any omissions?

   In every trial, am I detached and impartial?

  Every time I make a speech, do I think clearly and expound appropriately?

  Every time the hammer is dropped, do I live up to my oath and original intention, not only defend the interests of the weak, but also restrain the reckless actions of the strong, maintain fairness, and not violate the law?

  Have I ever wronged a case over the years? Wronged a good person? Contributed to oppression and exploitation?

  Have I ever let friendship and loyalty, hatred and anger, interests and gains and losses, cloud my judgment, and I don't know it, or pretend I don't know it?

  Or, for many years, I have only deceived myself with righteousness, covered myself with official positions, intoxicated myself with power, sheltered myself under the law, and made excuses for my personal likes and dislikes and self-righteousness?

   Leinster and I, as well as so many colleagues who are interested in this, is the dream city we built together still just wishful thinking?

  If so, if strife and destruction are inevitable, is the future woven with blood and fire, conflict and death the eternal destiny of all people in the city, and even mortals in the world?

  If only in this way can the so-called civilization and progress be achieved, then are the so-called justice, morality and law just the tools we use to unite ourselves and gather popular expectations? Its significance lies in deceiving the public, maintaining power, and serving the rule. Is its value as good as nothing? Is the meaning clear?

  What is the difference between what we have learned and used, and the spears in the hands of soldiers, and the saddles on horses?

  Justice and public interest, where is the boundary between them? Where is the person who has the right to interpret them?

   But I am old.

  Thinking is no longer quick, logic is no longer clear, values ​​​​are gradually outdated, and life is dying, and there is no hope of finding answers to questions.

   Only by being able to make progress and study deeper and deeper will I finally be able to solve my confusion and benefit the world.

  The evidence of the old case of the past is all here, and all the disputes are in it. Although there are thousands of threads, a capable person should be able to straighten them out. Although the roots are intricate, a virtuous person should be able to clarify them.

  But Mo Duo commits crimes and harms innocent people.

When I resigned, there were 29 legacy cases under trial, 15 copies of administrative affairs, 6 unreturned official documents, and 10 letters to be read, all of which have been marked and classified, and each left a letter to recommend someone to take over. If there is anything wrong, please contact me. All colleagues and colleagues should be more considerate and take care of you.

  The rest of the family's wealth includes a mansion donated by the Duke of Leinster in the past, several fields, a collection of more than 13,000 books, a deposit note of 206 gold in the Royal Bank, and 30 gold in cash.

  The houses and fields were returned to the Emerald City, and the collection of books was donated to the South Bank and even the Xingchen Academy.

(The ten volumes of "On Dao You Fa" were borrowed from the study of the president of Longki Academy before I left office, and I brought them to the stars, and have not returned them for many years. No need to pay back.)

  The money is entrusted to the eldest son and eldest daughter for distribution. My son is upright and prudent, and my daughter is resolute and resolute. Since each has a family and a career, we should put aside the past and work together to make things right.

  The housekeepers and servants in the family, keep them as before, and send them away if they don’t use them.

Four out of seventy gardeners in the front yard met evil masters and became disabled, and fifty-five servants in the back yard were abducted when they were young and did not know where they came from. The two of them worked hard and served the family for more than thirty years. Well, you should treat him like a family member, provide financial support for the elderly, and don't be lazy.

  One of me goes, no matter what the situation is, children, servants, students, peers, and even close friends, if you have received favors and old ones, there is no need to pursue them, let alone revenge and revenge.

  My funeral, firstly, must not laboriously spend money and money on teachers and apprentices, secondly, must not disturb the audience with unreasonable remarks, thirdly, must not accept public or private condolence gifts, and fourthly, must not violate the law and hinder the governance of the city.

For my body, there will be no coffin, no tombstone, no niche box, no dead body, no objects to be buried with, and no gold to cover my eyes. Please follow the old rules of the stars, cremated to ashes, and have a wife. The niches are scattered on the shore of the south bank.

  Back then when I went to work by boat, Muhai was a harsh test. On the way, there were endless storms and waves, and the newlyweds suffered serious illnesses. Now I go back on the waves, and the girl should repay my love. The waves make songs, and the ocean currents make boats.

  If the children read it, they will always be between the sea and the sky.

As for my soul, I don't want to see the angel of heaven, I don't expect to meet with my wife and old friends, I just hope that the ferryman will do his duty justly, although there is no funeral money to bribe, but for the sake of my generosity to others, the boat is stable, Get to the shore quickly.

  My book is thirty-one volumes, entrusted to students and friends, keep it if it is useful, and discard it if it is useless.

  Emerald favored me, so I worked hard to repay it. I helped the iris, and he was careful about emerald.

   (Signature)

  Born in Meng'an City, Lifelong Honorary Bachelor of Dragon Kiss Academy, Citizen of Emerald City, Laynis Brennan's Love and Husband, Johnny Brennan, leave a message

  Successors, please listen to me:

   You have been given great power, and therefore you must walk carefully, trembling, and vigilant day and night.

  You are endowed with great power, so when a greater power falls, you have the responsibility to withstand the pressure to maintain the weak and defend the fairness.

  You are endowed with great power, so when you lose it, you must be firm and decisive, and never return. Don't be greedy and self-deceiving, so that you lose your mind and lose the trust of emerald.

  ——

   After reading this special suicide note, Thales put down the letter paper and looked at everything in front of him:

  Slightly messy desks, scattered documents, overturned chairs, broken wine glasses, stained carpets—and the murder scene marked with chalk after the body was removed.

   "Be careful! Step lightly and move slowly, especially those evidences separated by labels, so as not to disturb the scene!" Mallos' command sounded.

In the early morning, Judge Brennan's mansion, his former office and study room was crowded with people, crying and asking questions from time to time. It was a team of people from the Star Lake Guard who were working with the local security officers and the Emerald Guardians. With the help of the police, carefully investigate the scene of the crime:

  Konmuto dealt with the police officers with a smile, comforting the children of the Brennan family who came after hearing the news and crying hoarsely, trying to get some information;

   Glover observed the layout of the entire study, and whispered to Morgan about where the murderer might have broken in;

  D.D and Itariano were lying on the desk, flipping through the documents on it;

  Paul stood in front of the broken window, squinting and looking out of the window. Opposite him, Rolf stretched out his hand expressionlessly, feeling the gusts of cold wind coming from the window;

   Miranda knelt on the ground with a focused expression, not letting go of any clues on the carpet, occasionally getting up and pacing back and forth, measuring the distance between different places.

   It is said that things happened in the middle of the night.

As usual, Judge Brennan left a lamp in his study and worked overtime to process documents, but the gatekeeper, night watchman, gardener and servants in the mansion, including the neighbor's family who lived next door, all At the same time, he fell into a deep sleep, and even the housekeeper who went to remind the employer to sleep fainted in the corridor, still clutching a tray of supper.

  According to the interrogation, most of the people inside and outside the mansion had nightmares or sweet dreams to varying degrees.

  But when the housekeeper woke up, realized something was wrong, and called someone to break open the locked door that no one answered, Judge Brennan had already collapsed in the study, losing his breath forever.

   It is said that when he died, his eyes were wide open, his expression was painful, and the large French windows in the study were smashed violently, and the door was wide open, leaving only the cold wind howling.

"Violent break-ins, murders, drowsiness, dreams are hard to tell from reality," Thales frowned, turned to the broken window, and the biting cold wind hit his face, "Evil muttered, is it again?" 'He' did it?"

  The Duke spoke, and the audience was silent.

Mallos waved his hand, and softly asked the police officers and guards to bring the weeping butler and the children of the deceased ("He has found justice for countless people, please be sure to find it for him, Your Highness.") Leave the room, leaving only the Star Lake guards.

   "It looks very similar," Miranda stood up from the ground, she nodded, knowing who the person His Highness was talking about, "Unfortunately, there are no witnesses."

   "Could it be someone else?" Glover asked back.

   Rolf by the window clapped his palms to attract everyone's attention, but he only stared at Thales, flipping his gestures:

  【No, it's him. 】

   "How do you know?" Thales asked.

   Rolf pressed his heart:

  【Intuition. 】

   Everyone observed back and forth, frowning, Miranda compared back and forth, but still confused about the riddle between the mute and His Highness, and D.D was on the other side, imitating Rolf's hand gestures like a cat, shaking his head from time to time, seeming to get something.

   "In any case, the body has no obvious trauma, and it has been sent to the Security Office for inspection. I believe the results will be available soon." Kong Mutuo, who was in charge of communicating with the security officer, added.

  Thales lowered his head and looked at the letter in his hand again.

   "Then what happened to this suicide note?"

  This suicide note was written casually, filled with the owner's remorse and melancholy, relief and relief, full of mysteries, but intriguing.

  Kong Muto coughed:

   "A few days ago, Mr. Brennan handed over a key to his most trusted student, saying that he was ill recently, and if he couldn't perform his duties, he would immediately hand over the key to His Highness the Prince."

"I?"

  Thales couldn't help being stunned:

"what?"

  Konmuto pointed to Brennan's desk, where countless documents were placed:

"I was about to report to His Majesty when Brennan's students rushed over after hearing the news. They cried and opened the safe in his study with the key. The top ones were the arrangements and work handover documents after the death of the judge, personal letters. , in the middle is this suicide note, and the following..."

   "Sunset, this is," D.D leaned over to the desk and couldn't help but start flipping through the documents, and exclaimed as soon as he opened his mouth, "The original file of the assassination case of the Duke of South Bank!"

  Everyone was shocked.

  Mallos looked at Thales, who pondered for a while, then nodded.

  So several members of the Star Lake Guard stepped forward, carefully spread out the documents found in the safe, and examined them separately.

   "Be careful, these papers are old." Mallos picked up a scroll and reminded everyone.

   "But it's still well preserved." Glover spread out a document.

  Everyone was in a hurry, assigning tasks under the command of Mallos, reading the documents, and only heard the sound of pages turning and scrolls scrolling.

   Only Thales sat where he was, repeatedly reading the suicide note left by the Grand Inquisitor, his expression unchanged, but his mood complicated.

  【The legacy of the old case...although it is complicated, a virtuous master should be able to clarify it...】

  Thales squeezed the letter tightly. From the characters shown in the text, he recalled old Brennan's voice and smile, as well as his fleeting glimpse but deep impression when he first arrived in the Emerald City.

  As the most respected old judge in the Emerald City, he left these things to me, the key to the current political storm in the Emerald City.

  An outsider who has nothing to do with the Emerald City, and may even have evil intentions towards it.

Why?

  Thales' eyes were in a trance, and he was gradually fascinated.

   After a few minutes, Miranda broke the silence.

   "So, Brennan was one of the presiding judges back then, responsible for the case of Viscount Sona's brother murder."

  Toledo flipped through the documents one by one, his expression becoming more and more surprised:

"And these documents are the attendance sheet, case records, investigation log... and interrogation archives, evidence testimony, case closing report... the trial documents to the court hall, the discussion records of the judges, and the records of the courtroom. Palace documents, even the weather and harvest records of the Emerald City, land transactions and asset records, everything..."

   "Exactly what we need to investigate old cases now." Mallos looked at Thales thoughtfully.

  Everyone looked at each other with complicated emotions.

"Some are transcripts and copies, and some are even, maybe even originals," the herald Toledo carefully inspected the paper, handwriting, and seals of each document, "This judge, he violated the rules and put these things Put it in your own safe and keep it privately for more than ten years?"

"Why?"

   "Like that defender Slimani," Glover said emotionally, "After the incident in Emerald City, Brennan had a premonition that it was his turn, so he made preparations in advance."

"It's far earlier than Slimani," Miranda added. "These documents are all from more than ten years ago... When Sona committed suicide and the trial was over, Brennan knew that one day someone would come to his door." , look up the old cases of the year, so plan ahead.”

  D.D scratched his chin.

   "So, Viscount Sona was convicted of committing the crime of brother murder... Is there really a problem?"

   "He is the seventh - Lausanne II followed the list and found them one by one," Miranda affirmed, "This matter is far from over."

"That damned Rausch, Bloody Iris, what's his name is Federico or Federek," Morgan said fiercely, "Lausanne II is his man, he must have ordered this, even if he is locked up—go back and beat him up You'll know it in a second!"

   "What if it was instigated by someone else," the silent Paul suddenly said, "You must know that Federico is just a pawn."

  Everyone was stunned.

"enough."

  Mallos put down a witness file:

   "Guardian Kong Mutuo, tell the police department that these are important evidences for His Highness's arbitration, and we will pack them up and take them away. Go back to the palace and check carefully, and we must not let every clue go."

  Thales listened to their inferences, looked at the suicide note in his hand, and frowned more deeply.

  Boom boom boom—Rolf knocked on the table, attracting everyone's attention.

   Glover leaned over, followed Rolf's fingers and lowered his head, took out another bundle of documents from the safe, and spread them out on the table: "It's not just the case records, Your Highness, look at what he left on the upper floor of the safe."

"What's this?"

  D.D leaned over and picked up the top few letters.

   "Oh, this is a love letter he wrote to his wife when he was young. It's a thick stack, touching and nasty, ah, so good."

  Doyle smiled complicatedly, and immediately looked at the next few letters:

"There was also the letter of renunciation from his father before. It seems that someone was at odds with the family, left the huge family property behind, and ran away from home... The reprimand letter from the dean of the college seems to be helping Brennan. The students protested against the oppressive punishment of the Dragon Kiss Academy system, ah, it seems that they can’t get along with the boss... and the letters of thanks from the students, well, at least he is very kind to the juniors... Of course, the most is, oh, here!"

  D.D paused, and showed everyone a stack of letters.

   "These are the letters that the Duke of Leinster wrote to Brennan when he was still studying at the Dragon Kiss Academy in the Principality of Anrenzo?" Miranda opened one of them.

"Almost every letter is full of heated discussions between the old Duke and him, back and forth, back and forth, involving history and current affairs, law and jurisprudence, city construction and governance systems, talking about everything. The old Duke greeted his relatives and sincerely invited Brennan to come to the Emerald City to serve."

  Paul opened one letter after another, read it quickly, and passed it on to the next person:

   "Looking at the date, it should have lasted for several years."

   "Thus, Brennan was touched by the hospitality, and set off for the Emerald City." Glover took one of the long letters, and together with the others, restored the life trajectory of the murdered judge.

"Hey, job-hopping with a high salary, more money for less work, and being respected by others, I would be willing to change it," D.D sighed, and then reacted to the strange eyes of everyone, his face turned ashen, and he waved his hands in denial, "Uh, I can't." It's not about me, Your Highness, I am very satisfied with my current job! You have a good leadership, and Star Lake Castle is comfortable and pleasant... I was just talking about this old judge..."

  But Thales focused all his attention on Brennan's suicide note and ignored his defense. Rolf patted another bundle of letters into D.D's arms, and pressed them together with his long-winded explanation.

  At this time, Miranda who was reading the letter suddenly said:

   "And even when he arrived in the Emerald City, he never broke the letters with the old Duke, and his tone was the same as that of a long-time friend."

"Look, everyone, this is Brennan's official letter of appointment as a judge of the Emerald City, with the old Duke's autograph and stamp on it," Nehi picked up a picture frame in amazement, which contained a page of neat and gorgeous documents , with a conspicuous iris seal on it, "It seems that he valued it very much, and it has been framed, and it has been carefully preserved for many years."

  "There is no better luck in life than meeting a confidant, which is useful," Paul sighed, "and he has both."

   "Not all of them," Nexizai held the picture frame carefully, studying every pattern on it, "The old duke is not the only one who signed this letter of appointment, there are others underneath."

  Following his fingers, everyone took a closer look:

   "Viscount of Arch Sea City, Sona Kevin Dill?"

   Nexi nodded, triumphantly.

   "So, Brennan's appointment was also approved by Sona, and they have a good relationship?" D.D scratched his chin, wondering how much His Highness had listened to his "high salary job hopping" words just now.

   "Exactly the opposite."

   Everyone turned around, Miranda showed the two letters in her hand and handed them to everyone.

   "Looking at these two letters, it seems that Brennan and Viscount Sona once worked together to try a peasant riot case..."

   "Uprising, riot," Morgan muttered, "before the **** year, the kingdom was everywhere."

Miranda glanced at him, and continued: "It seems that Sona insisted on sending all the criminals to the gallows as a warning to others, while Brennan advocated that the accomplices should not be prosecuted, and the main criminals would leave. political operation."

  D.D took the letter, frowning while reading:

"And the old duke criticized Brennan in a rare and severe way... He said that the Viscount Sona was neither disregarding human life without asking the reason, nor was he cold-blooded and merciless to the people. He just had to use extraordinary methods in extraordinary times... and told Brennan to stop saying 'Sona If you take power, there will be a catastrophe on the South Bank'... And he will also reprimand his younger brother, let him know more about the sufferings of the people, and respect the authority and professionalism of the Grand Judge..."

   "Not close relatives, as a foreigner traveling thousands of miles, dare to criticize the lord's younger brother, this Brennan is really kind." Paul thought deeply.

   "It's not just kindness," Mallos said with emotion rarely, "it's more loyal."

   Miranda picked up the third letter:

   "In the end, it seems that the old Duke made a compromise order, and the principal criminal was sent to the prison of bones, and the accomplice was fined and sentenced, forcing the two to compromise and get back together—at least on the bright side."

  People reviewed Brennan's letters one after another.

"So to sum up, Brennan has a deep relationship with the old Duke himself, even a close friend, but he has a bad relationship with Sona, and it can even be said to be bad. He often disagrees with each other. When it comes to attacking each other, the old Duke needs to mediate .”

  D.D smiled ironically:

   "And don't forget, back then, it was Brennan who was in charge of the trial of Sona's brother-killing case."

   "Take these letters away, too," Mallos said firmly, "There must be a reason for them to be left here—Your Highness?"

  Everyone was quiet for a while, and all looked at the prince.

  Thales frowned.

  Originally, he was overwhelmed by the emerald city's predicament, and tried to reach a compromise with Zhan En, letting him go on this case in exchange for stability, but now that the case came out...

   "How's it going outside?" Thales calmly put away Brennan's suicide note, "How does the entire Emerald City view this murder?"

   Mallos glanced at him, hesitant to speak.

  Miranda, Paul, Glover, D.D, Nehsi...all of them looked at each other and dared not speak. In the end, Mallos coughed:

   "Judge Brennan is highly respected, Your Highness, people... are very concerned."

   Got it, got it.

  Thales automatically filtered out the modifications in Mallos' words, and sighed helplessly:

   "Very good, so now the emerald city is full of excitement, everyone is watching, and everyone is in danger..."

   Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

   "Plus the situation is getting worse every day, I want to be sloppy and not go down to investigate the old case...it's impossible."

   Not to mention reaching a compromise with Zhan En.

   What a coincidence that it happened at this time.

  Thales shook Guertaxa in his pocket, thinking about what a difficult day he would have to go through. At this moment, Kongmutuo came back to report.

   "Your Highness, the post-mortem report from the Police Department has arrived, and the preliminary judgment is: Brennan died of... Eh, he died of poisoning?"

  Thales was taken aback.

"What?"

  Everyone was also surprised: "Take poison?"

   "What poison did you take? Where did you get the poison?" Mallos' complexion changed.

   At this moment, D.D's voice suddenly sounded from across the desk, full of surprises:

"My God, this is the batch of 646 classic limited cellar wine from the Principality of Anrenzo! It was specially brewed to celebrate the marriage of the Gester family's "Three Sisters of the World"! Ah, look at the pattern, this bottle is Western Elsa version!"

  Under everyone’s surprised eyes, Doyle excitedly opened the wine bottle on the table, brought his nose closer, and sniffed the wine intoxicatedly:

   "He actually drank it by himself! Tsk tsk, with the current price of this wine in the market, you say that this old man is not corrupt, anyway, I don't believe it—"

  Tel suddenly changed color!

   Hoo! call!

  It was too late to say it, but Miranda was quick, and she was dexterous, ahead of everyone. The figure turned over the desk in a flash, and snatched the precious wine bottle from D.D's hand!

   "Hey don't, I'll just smell—"

   On the other side, Glover's figure pressed down like a hill, knocking Doyle to the ground!

   "Fool!"

   Miranda's face was livid, and she put the cap back into the wine bottle through her gloves, pressed it tightly, and then slammed it back on the desk!

   "What, what's wrong? Is something wrong?"

  D.D, who was pressed to the ground, realized something was wrong.

   Mallos moved his eyes, and Kusta took out a piece of cloth with great experience, and wrapped the bottle of wine firmly.

   Miranda snorted, took off her gloves cautiously and quickly, threw them on the ground, and wrapped them carefully with cloth.

  D.D watched the action of the female swordsman, then looked at the bottle of wine, and widened his eyes:

   "Take poison! You mean, the poison he took is in this wine!"

   Everyone didn't answer, they just looked at him with strange expressions.

D.D's complexion changed drastically, and he quickly took out the handkerchief from Glover's pocket, and blew his nose desperately, as if he wanted to blow out the aroma of the wine he had just inhaled, while at the same time he scrambled and struggled to get away from the bottle of wine as far as he could Far.

   "Go and see him," Thales frowned, "then remember to punish him and let him have a long memory."

   Mallos nodded with gloomy eyes.

"Okay, don't cry, just smell it, such a small amount is fine, just scared," Itariano followed the order and stepped forward to check D.D's nose, "Do you know how lucky you are? If Kong Mutuo came a little later...don't pick it up, it's all bleeding!"

   Ignoring D.D's grateful lament over there that he was lucky enough to survive the catastrophe, Thales returned to the present, looking at the bottle of wine wrapped in cloth:

   "So, old Brennan was not murdered by Lausanne II, but committed suicide by taking poison in his study?"

   Mallos also frowned, and everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

   "No, I think, Lausanne II has indeed come."

   Miranda put on new gloves again, thoughtfully:

   "But for some reason, he couldn't handle that well-informed and seasoned old judge."

   Everyone looked at the female swordsman.

   Miranda walked slowly, walked to the opposite side of the desk, and patted the overwhelmed guest.

"According to the traces in the room, I think that after Lausanne II activated his ability and broke in unimpeded, he came to Brennan's study, sat in this position, sat opposite the desk, and began to work on the old case. Interrogate old Brennan."

   Miranda walked to the bookcase, measuring the distance:

   "Perhaps because of overconfidence, he felt that an octogenarian who had no power to restrain a chicken would not pose a threat to him, so Lausanne II did not even bind Brennan."

   "With his ability, it doesn't matter if he is bound or not." Morgan said angrily.

   "Knightly demeanor." Mallos said suddenly.

   "What?" Miranda was taken aback.

   Mallos looked towards the gate.

"Except for Brennan himself, no one in the whole mansion was injured, not even blood or signs of fighting, and even the watchdog fell asleep." The watchman narrowed his eyes, "It can be seen that he did not embarrass or torture Brennan. .”

  Thales' eyes moved when he heard this.

"impossible!"

   On the other side, almost died young, so the unwilling D.D blew his dying nose over and over again, while saying indignantly:

   "I still remember that innocent mistress, her expression before she died - he tortured her, let her blood drain on the bed, just to torture her lover."

  D.D blew his nose again, and then returned the handkerchief. Glover held back his disgusted face, and kindly signaled that he could keep it for himself.

   "In the end, the old man taught a murderous beast, kill the classmates first, and then kill the innocent," Doyle said sullenly, putting the handkerchief back in his pocket, "fuck the knight."

  Listening to these words, everyone had different thoughts, Thales coughed:

   "Mira?"

   Miranda nodded, continued to pace, came to the desk, and pointed to an empty wine glass on it:

  "The old judge came to his senses and understood what had happened after seeing Lausanne. So while he was dealing with the killer in a calm manner to buy time, he walked to the bookcase and opened this bottle of poisoned wine—perhaps it had been preserved for many years."

  Everyone looked at the wrapped bottle of famous wine in amazement.

  Paul tutted:

   "Knowing that there is no escape, why not kill yourself?"

   "It's really kind." Morgan's evaluation was concise and powerful.

   "Not only, look here," Miranda walked to the corner, pointing to an empty wine glass lying in the corner, "the second glass."

  Thales' gaze changed.

   "Yes, Lord Brennan," Miranda sighed, looking at the two cups on the table, "He not only drank it himself, but even tried to invite the killer to drink with him."

  Everyone was shocked.

   "The setting sun is above, this old man is not only kind, but also a tough guy." Hearing this, Morgan couldn't help but change color.

   Glover looked at Brennan's fallen position and shook his head:

   "Too bad it didn't work out."

   "No, he did it!"

  Unexpectedly, it turned out to be D.D lying on the ground, looking at the second wine glass carefully with disgust and caution:

   "This is a glass, and there are lip marks on both glasses - the killer must have drunk!"

  D.D eyes shine:

   "Lausanne II, he is poisoned! Terribly poisonous!"