Yuanshin: The duty of the inspector is to eat melons

"It's okay." Yamon muttered.

"Then find something for you, Victoria, and find her a general education teacher, or do you prefer to go to school to study intensively?"

"If you can go out, what is the school!" Yamon's eyes lit up.

"Okay, school, you choose it yourself, Victoria, I'll leave this to you too."

"My subordinate understands."

Tavernal nodded, this time there was no one to stop him, he walked straight out of the gate of the courtyard, and left Winter City by a means of transportation similar to a train.

......

"The informant saw with his own eyes that the Inspector had left Winterfell, and the traitor had left..."

"It's time to act, almighty and great Lord of Dreamland, your servant will win you a sweet victory, and all those who betray you will be trapped in nightmares forever..."

"Please bear witness...Please bear witness..."

In the dark and damp underground building, dozens of people in pitch-black robes stood around the pool of blood, in the middle of which hung the disemboweled corpse.

There were only holes in the eye sockets of the man, his expression was numb, but there was a peaceful and peaceful smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he had suffered countless pains before he died, so that death was a kind of relief for him.

It took a long time for blood to drip from his body, causing ripples on the surface of the pool of blood.

......

Sitting in a carriage of the train, Tavenal observed the inside of this familiar yet unfamiliar means of transportation, pressing her palms on the wall of the carriage, staring at the scenes of snow passing by outside the window, as if it was a first time ride Ordinary passengers of this type of transport.

However, where no one else could see, invisible ripples spread out from her hands that were in contact with the surface of the carriage, and her invisible eyes saw the entire train in the process.

"It turned out to be driven by elemental forces, and the speed is indeed much faster. It is really thanks to these technological products that we can quickly mobilize resources from the north and the south on this almost snow-covered land."

"According to this speed, they will need about a day and a half to prepare. Of course, the local area has been infiltrated, and troops from other places need to be mobilized to suppress it. That will only happen in the worst case."

Adding new information to [Scenario Interpretation], she silently watched the sandbox in her mind play out one drama after another, then changed the settings, and tried again and again.

Her eyes were empty, she looked out of the window, and she didn't return to her senses for a long time.

From the eyes of the other passengers beside her, it was just a quiet girl who was thinking about something, there was no joy, sorrow or anger on her face, only the bottomless calm like a deep pool.

At the same time, while the train was traveling far away, the two big figures at the city hall and the head office of the Northland Bank also received anonymous letters one after another—it was delivered by a young man who walked to the door of his office without knowing how. .

After seeing the emblem of the Solstice Winter Propaganda Department pinned to the other party's lapel, the two big men accepted the letter.

Opening the envelope with a letter cutter, Pantalone looked at the content on it, pursed his lips and smiled, rang the bell in the office, and called his confidant.

"Watch out for the accounts on the list and block their large transactions for reasons you know what to use."

"Our dear collaborator is about to start acting, but we can't let the prey escape at a critical moment."

The confidant took the order to leave, and Pantalone walked to the window, looking at the gray sky, the smile on his face did not decrease at all.

After spending so many years waiting for him, finally, it was time to collect the net.

In the city hall, the steam of coffee blocked Pucciniera's expression, and the two officials waited patiently for the mayor, who was halfway through the conversation, to suddenly start reading a letter. Although there were many doubts in their hearts, they dared not say I dare not ask.

"I have already known your proposal, and I will give you an answer next time. Now I have to excuse myself."

Pucciniera put away the envelope, threw it into the fireplace and lit it, and looked at the two officials gently.

They left sensibly.

However, what kind of event could make Mr. Mayor show such a deep expression?

They didn't know, but they could only feel that a storm was coming from the epaulets on the clothes of several military representatives who walked into the municipal building and the gloomy and depressed expressions of the soldiers.

Chapter 184 Everyone Under the Same Night

There is still a long way to go to reach his hometown in Dadalia, and it will take at least two days and two nights of driving.

The reason why Tavernaar did not choose to fly directly there is very simple.

One is that she doesn't need to waste energy when she is not in a hurry, although her current strength of elemental force can already support her to continue flying back and forth for several days.

But that would be very tiring, and it would not be conducive to dealing with unexpected situations that would arise on the side of Winter City.

The other reason was simpler. Driven by curiosity, she wanted to slow down and observe the specific situation along the way.

And last but not least: Seeing familiar things always makes her a little inexplicably nostalgic.

Leaning back, with her head resting on the back of the chair, she could hear the sound of the train running over the tracks.Although she knows that this is different from the train in her "last life" memory, it feels similar to her.

Her journey to study by train was also very long, and she could even see the change of seasons outside the window, which was different from the whiteness of today.

The flight attendant pushed the dining car past, stopped in front of her, and asked if she needed it as usual.

Tavernall made a selection and asked for the only boxed meal with rice.

After paying the money, she opened the lunch box, and there was still a certain temperature inside.

There are not many people in her compartment, including her, there are only seven people in total, and they are far apart from each other. The closest to her is a gray-haired old man sitting next to her on the left, with her head down, eating and preparing herself. food without making much noise.

Allowing his thoughts to settle in such an atmosphere, Tavenal temporarily shut down at least one of the [Scene Interpretation] sandboxes that had been open all the time, only feeling that his mind was quiet.

The night outside the window is getting darker.

To Winter City, in Tavernaar's mansion.

After changing into her pajamas, Zoya closed the curtains and prepared to turn off the lights and go to sleep.

tuk tuk-

There was a knock on the door that wasn't too loud, and Zoya pulled the curtains with a trembling hand. She was so frightened by the sudden sound that she almost stopped breathing when she was constantly whirling with various thoughts.

"Who? Is there something wrong at this late hour?"

Zoya has already touched the hem of the nightdress, and she has not had time to take off the dagger tied to her leg because of her habit.

No, it's not so much that she hasn't had time to take it off in the future, it's better to say that she doesn't plan to take it off tonight.

Yesterday, she followed Tavenal to the East Palace, and the gaze hidden in the shadows she felt on the way back made her uneasy. Coupled with Tavernal's almost explicit words, she could detect this even if she was stupid. The inspector planned to use himself as a bait to seduce the Alexis family.

Since Ivan's death, Zoya has no expectations for the family where the puppets gather, and the only memory left is the cruelty of those bloody sacrifices.

"It's me, Victoria, and Yamon."

After her inquiry was issued, a familiar voice came from outside the door, and Zoya laughed at herself.

Even if it's an assassination, it shouldn't be coming in through the main entrance. After all, this is in Winter City, and it's the residence of a high-ranking fool.

Zoya opened the door, and she saw Victoria who was also wearing pajamas and Yamon who was looking around curiously.

Before Zoya asked the other party why she came, Victoria said concisely: "My lord asked me to take Miss Yamon to sleep in a room with you these few days, um, it should be crowded."

Also under this night, the meeting room of the city hall is extremely brightly lit. Even through the thick curtains and the custom-made door, the civil servants downstairs who are still working overtime can faintly hear the clapping of tables from upstairs. The sound was followed by muffled sounds from the floor.

This meeting has lasted for a long afternoon. Just before dinner, several high-level military officials left the municipal building with solemn faces, and shortly after they left, orders were transmitted along the communication tower to all places in Zhidong. Under the cover of the entire night, Zhidong's iron-blooded weapons started their actions.

"This will kill a lot of people, Your Excellency the Mayor!" Some people still tried to change the meaning of the upper echelons.

In this way, all the aristocratic families who were contaminated with the cult belief were suppressed by force, not to mention some of them were not even investigated in time. The possible resistance just showed that this would not be a peaceful evolution.

"Their names will be engraved on the inscription and become an eternal part of the history of Solstice."

Pucciniera closed his eyes, and amidst the ticking clock, time flowed slowly as if frozen.

"Can't we use more gentle means?" Some people couldn't believe it.

"There's only one chance."

Puccinera saw every aspect of the operation clearly from the beginning.

He knew that the Ice Queen knew about the evil god belief many years ago, and he discovered and reported it.

However, the order given to him by Her Majesty the Empress was indeed ignored, allowing the other party to develop. ..

First of all, the Ice Queen would definitely not allow the evil god to infiltrate the winter nobles secretly because of fear, so there is only one possibility left.

She is waiting for an opportunity to maximize her benefits.

In order to purify the faith of evil gods and sweep away the stubborn nobles, it is justifiable and the trend of the times.

For this day, Pucciniera waited for many years, and the queen also waited for many years.

However, compared to the long lifespan of the Ice Queen, these hundred years are nothing more than a single move.

The god who buried all his feelings deeply under the thick and solid ice pushed Zhidong forward step by step, until the final ending was ushered in.

He looked at the ceiling, and the squares with neat grid patterns gradually turned into a map of the whole territory of Zhidong in his eyes, and the families in the list appeared in different positions from this map.

All these changes took less than one day, and they who were far away in various places would not know that an action against them was about to start. In the dance and salon, there were scattered figures, singing and dancing, and the sound of prostitution.

On their faces, there are intoxicated smiles, enjoying the dreams of fine wine and wealth.

In the underground of the Alexei family, the elderly elders issued orders to the elite members who had lurked around the Tavernall mansion through rituals.

In the conference room of the municipal building, Pucciniera spoke to the microphone connected through several turnarounds, and the instructions were sent to the ears of the army commanders on standby through the remote communication tower.

The night is dark, and everyone's actions are equally covered with a cloak.

Tavernaar sat on the train and drove to the distance.

Chapter 185 Open the door, check the water meter

Yamon laid out a big character on the bed that barely accommodated three people, with his arms and thighs pressed against Zoya in the middle.

Zoya was lying between the two of them, and on the other side was Victoria who had her eyes closed but was not asleep.

"Or, I'd better move the quilt and sleep on the floor."

Zoya was firmly pressed down by Yamon's arms and legs, her eyes looked at the ceiling, and her tone of voice was no longer vaguely disturbed before, with a kind of ordinary life and death.

"You'll catch cold on the ground, and you don't want to get rheumatism when you get old, do you?" Victoria replied with her eyes closed.

Her position is the most inward, and she is not oppressed by Yamon at all.

"It can be seen that you have relaxed a lot after we came." Victoria saw that Zoya would not be able to sleep for a while, so she simply continued to chat with her.

"You can see it." Zoya glanced at Yamon who was lying on the other side, sleeping soundly, "I was actually ready to be given up at the very beginning."

"Many actions of adults may seem clueless in our eyes, but they often have unexpected effects afterwards."

"You trust her a lot."

"She gave us a job, stability, and a good realization of self-worth."

The conversation between the two continued in the night, surrounding Tavernaar.

It was getting quieter outside.

"Maybe no one will come over tonight." Zoya took a vaccination, and then she felt lighter, and Yamon seemed to retract the arms and thighs that were pressing on her.

"There will always be in these few days." Victoria still closed her eyes and meditated.

"Shh!"

At this moment, Yamon, who had been in a deep sleep, suddenly opened his eyes and sat up his upper body silently.

Her back was facing the street lamp light from the gap in the curtains, her index finger was in front of her mouth, and her ice blue eyes faintly lit up in the dark night.

Without asking, the remaining two immediately silenced and pricked up their ears.

Rusting, it seemed that the snow on the leaves was blown off by the wind outside the window, but the sound was a bit heavy.

rustling --

No, it seemed to be the sound of someone stepping lightly on the thin snow!

coming.

Someone who wants to silence Zoya.

Yameng changed from his usual stupid, cute and honest, and his face showed the concentration of hunting.

She stepped on the cold floor with bare feet, but she didn't make a sound. The original long hair lengthened several times in an instant, entangled and hung her body up to the ceiling.

Victoria and Zoya cooperated with each other to close their eyes and lie down again, adjusting their breathing, and seemed to be in a deep sleep.

The room became quiet again.

In this silent night, a black filament protruded in and out from the window sill, and like a life, it protruded to the window latch and pulled it out gently.

pat.