48 Hours a Day

Looking at the unintentional smiling faces in front of Karina was really a little nervous at the time, she subconsciously took two steps back, there was no one else in this alley, but those guys seemed to have become accustomed to this kind of thing, an indifferent, indifferent person, and poverty made their environment infinitely numb.

The lead guy laughed two more steps forward and was about to say something, but at this point a shadow covered his head and his smile solidified in his mouth.

“Cosy? ”

“She's my guest, Andy.” A full-bodied black man, like a bull, appeared behind a businesswoman, opening a cold lane.

Several mixed-up youngsters looked at each other and the lead teenager, Andy, raised his hands and squeezed a smile from the freckled face, "This is a misunderstanding, Cosy, we won't embarrass your guest. ”

After that, they backed off to the alley, and Karina relieved herself, "Thank you. ”

“Don't be too busy thanking me yet, see if your wallet is still there.” A black man named Cosy said.

The businesswoman heard a shock and reached into her arms, and she touched her whole body without finding her wallet. Then she seemed to think of something, "The children? ”

“Don't worry, I know where they are and I'll get your wallet back.” Corsican, “let's go. He's already waiting for you. ”

The black man brought the businesswoman to a slaughterhouse, where several workers were busy killing pigs, ignoring the two people entering the door, and Karina followed Kosi down to the cellar, where she finally saw the black gladiators.

The last time they met or a month ago, Karina was commissioned by Zhang Heng to fund Laeri's activities, after which the latter disappeared and she was not reconnected until two days ago.

“Thank you, Cosy. ”

The owner of the slaughterhouse nodded at Laerie and turned around and walked out of the cellar.

“Cosy is not from the tribe, but he can be trusted. He has no one to mess with in this alley, and he has helped me a lot lately.” When there are only two left in the cellar, the black gladiators say.

“Sorry I have to choose to meet you here. Malcolm is a very cautious person, but he also has weaknesses. He focuses his attention on powerful opponents. He will spend time and energy researching them, such as Captain Zhang Heng, for example, you. He will analyze your personality, behavioral patterns, family background, and even childhood experiences to find effective ways to deal with you...

“And everyone's energy is limited, and Malcolm focuses on you, on others, especially those who don't seem important to him, even if they live around him, like me, or other black slaves in Terrence Manor.

“We made no difference in his eyes from the trees in the estate. When I was towed out of the ballroom, he stopped caring about my death, and the supervisor wouldn't have told him about selling me, but if he found out I was in contact with you, he would have realized that I wasn't dead yet, so he started assessing the threat I might pose, which would cause trouble for my activities. ”

“I understand.” Karina said.

“Speaking of your father,” Laerie briefly explained why she chose this place to meet with the women traders and then turned the subject back, "I contacted the tribesmen in the estate in my way, as I said before, they were no different from the trees in Malcolm's eyes, but the vast majority of them couldn't really help, and the young labor couldn't leave the orchard and the farmland at all, and most of the waitresses were only responsible for cleaning and some reception work, with no access to anything of value, except for one, her name was Leah. ”

“Leah? ”

“She was a very special child who showed her distinction when she was in the tribe, and Malcolm must have found it, so she was focused on nurturing her, not only didn't let her receive guests like everyone else, not only taught her language, but also made her literate, and then she started working on some paperwork for Malcolm, like writing greetings and invitations, in addition to leaving Leah to clean his study every Saturday, where no one was allowed in except him. ”

Raeliton said, "Anyway, I contacted Leah through the tribal people, and she agreed to help me find evidence that Malcolm framed your father, but it took only a minute for her to clean the study, and she had to do her job first to be free to move around and avoid the guards' attention, so it took so long to finally reap the reward. ”

The black gladiator grabbed a letter from him, "I don't know what it says, but Leah said it might help you. ”

Karina took the letter and opened it and it changed in less than two lines. The letter was very simple and was sent from Malcolm's family. The content was a little vague, just to tell him that Count Slaughter would be invited to dinner at night, and that the trouble had basically been handled, and that the letter had been paid exactly half a month after his father's incarceration.

Contacting what Raelie had heard before, this letter confirms that Malcolm did have something to do with his father's imprisonment, and Raelie looks to the businesswoman and says, "What, can this letter help you take him down? ”

The latter tried to restrain the fire of hatred in his heart, to keep himself rational, and eventually shook his head, "This may cause him some trouble, but it is not enough, and we need more direct evidence to prove that my father was behind bars. ”

Karina hesitated and eventually returned the letter to the black gladiator, "Put this thing back, don't let Leah get suspicious. ”

Laerie nodded, "Don't worry, we're close. I'll let Leah keep looking, and I'll let you know if there's anything. ”

“Make sure she's safe, too. By the way, is that enough money I gave you last time? ”

“There's still half of it, miss. ”

“Not enough to come back to me.” Karina left the slaughterhouse after a meeting with a black gladiator, and outside the door, Cosy not only gave her back the purse she had thrown away, but also personally sent her out of Smoky Lane.

Karina thanked him and found Marlon in the carriage, watching a crate of cargo being transported to the breeze, but somehow, there was always a sense of unease in her mind.