The Dark King

Du Dian did not speak, silently smelling the smell of Barton and left. After they walked out of the Moulin Rouge, they pointed at the girl's wet coat, and then turned around and left.

The girl in the white cat mask froze for a moment, stomping her feet, and could only continue to wait on the spot.

Du Dian squeezed into the crowd, bypassed the girl’s sight, left the ballroom, and came outside the Moulin Rouge, and soon saw a carriage with the Milan family flag parked on the roadside, sitting in front of the carriage A coachman and two knights are waiting for their young master.

The light was dim in the ballroom before, so the girl didn't notice the strange thing, but the light was bright outside. Du Dean knew that it was difficult for him to hide the eyes of the two knights with a coat alone. When he was about to take off the mask, he took off his coat and took advantage of As they stared at the street, they quickly descended the stairs, came to the carriage on the other side of the street, pulled the door, and got on the carriage.

"Come." In the compartment, Patton saw Du Dean getting in the car and asked with a nervous look. "What's next?"

Du Dean didn't speak, glanced at Vikand, who was fainted next to him, and said to Kruen, who was sitting outside in the driver's position: "Leave here first, and go to the streets of Tell."

"Ter street?" Kluen was startled, but there was the site of the court, and when Du Dean didn't explain, he didn't ask any more and raised his whip and drove away.

The street of Tell is far away from the street of Lido. It arrived only two hours later. On the way, Vikanda woke up, but just recovered his consciousness and was stunned again by Dudian.

Du Di'an found a remote alley, and when there were few people left and right, he helped Vikand get out of the car and slapped his back. Even if someone noticed it, it would only be considered that a few drunken nobles took the car and got drunk , Want to vomit on the roadside.

After entering the alley, Dudian supported Vikand to the deepest part of the alley, far away from the road, the chance of being found by passers-by was low, and the pedestrian sound on the roadside was not too harsh.

Helping Vikander to lie down in a comfortable lateral position, Du Dien covered him with the lighter smell in the alley, the first was to avoid being seen, and the second was to keep his body temperature in case he was prematurely Wake up.

After doing this, Du Dean turned and left the alley. The passers-by who had just passed had already walked away. No one would stop to watch others vomit, so no one noticed that the two went in, but only one came out.

Back in the carriage, Dudian put on Vikander's jacket and said to Barton and Joseph: "You are waiting here. If he wakes up, he will touch the porcelain and attract the attention of passersby."

"What is touch porcelain?" Barton asked curiously.

Du Dian made a noise, explained it, and taught a few methods.

Barton and Joseph came to a consciousness and remembered it firmly.

"Attention?" Joseph asked.

Du Di'an said: "He will feel ashamed of himself, throw away you and leave, you don't have to struggle too much, he wants to go away, the purpose is to let others notice that he is here."

Button and Joseph glanced at each other and nodded, "Got it."

After the two of them got out of the carriage, Du Dean said to Kruhn: "Go to the sixth street of Tir."

Kruen didn't ask much, fully served as a driver, driving the carriage away.

"In front of the twelfth." Du Dean pointed in the direction.

The carriage quickly stopped in front of the 12th house on the 6th street of Tir. This is a small manor. Behind the fence is a lawn. In the middle of the lawn is a chic and elegant hut. There is a huge fruit tree on the side of the house, hanging red. Fruit.

Du Dean smelled two smells in the house, and another familiar smell, this is Hollet's smell, this house is also Hollet's home.

Putting on the mask, Du Dean stepped forward and knocked on the door. After a while, the door was pushed open. A beautiful woman in her thirties pushed the door open. When she saw Du Dean wearing a mask at the door, she was startled and suspicious: "you are?"

"People who came to the trial to investigate." Du Dean said in a low voice: "Need to borrow your husband's relics."

The beautiful woman gave him a puzzled look, but still said: "Please come in."

Du Dean nodded, put on his slippers, and entered the room. He glanced around and figured out the structure of the house. Another smell was in the upper room. It was Hollet's youngest son.

"What relics do you want?" The beautiful woman who closed the door and looked at Du Dean. She always felt a little strange, and asked Du Dean suspiciously.

Du Dian looked back at her and said softly: "Mrs. is your husband's most precious relic, right?"

The beautiful woman stared at Du Dean in surprise, and said, "You, are you not a member of the Tribunal?"

Du Di'an said: "He made up for what your husband committed with his own life, but at the same time he made up, and caused me a little trouble because of his death, so I can only trouble you to help him Fill this hole."

Hearing this, the beauty woman stepped back and squinted her eyes, looking at the masked figure in horror. Unexpectedly, the murderer who murdered her husband after her hard pursuit was standing in front of her body. Quivering lightly, afraid and angry, he said: "I, my husband has any hatred against you, why do you want to kill him, you demon, you are not afraid of the sanctions of the trial..."

Du Di'an didn't wait for her to say more, quickly shot, covered her mouth, and whispered: "I will give you a happy, not as painful as your husband, death, begging me to kill him." After talking, the arm twisted and clicked, and the beauty woman's neck broke.

Du Di'an's expression was gloomy, and she slowly lay her body down on the ground, preparing to go upstairs quietly. Suddenly she heard a very soft humming sound from the floor, her footsteps were slightly paused, and her face was a little ugly. He stopped. , Turned around and grabbed the rag on the table, rubbed her finger over the beauty woman's chin and lips, then touched the necklace in her pocket and dropped it on an inconspicuous place on the ground.

After finishing this, I was about to leave. Suddenly, the humming sound wandered up to the stairs, protruding my head from there, and shouted, "Hey!" It seemed to be a prank and jumped out in vain and scary.

Du Di'an's body stiffened, facing his eyes.

This is an eight or nine year old child with short linen hair and a naughty smile on his face, but it has solidified. When he saw the mother who fell on the floor of the living room, he had a strange figure wearing a mask in the living room. Jue head banged, blank, and froze in place.

Countless thoughts flashed in Du Di'an's mind. The first reaction was to kill and kill the mouth, but soon, he remembered in vain that he was still wearing a mask, and he was relieved in the bottom of his heart. He glanced at the boy, and there was a flash of struggle in his eyes. Instead, turn around and leave quickly, pull open the door, put on your shoes, and grab the slippers you passed through, and ran out of the carriage to let Kruen drive away.